#i like this trope

[qin-qin16]

The meeting on the stairs

Summary: you, a princess, have a forbidden relationship with Cross, a knight from your father's kingdom.

wc.: 450 content: f! reader, forbidden relationship, sweet Cross, reader is dramatic, fluffy, really short fic note: my first fanfic! English is not my first language, but I really liked how the story turned out.

You continue to climb the tower's great spiral stairs, beginning to ramble about your turbulent situation: a strong presence of a doomed love. Of course, the existence of this type of love has always been known in tales and songs at parties, especially about princesses and commoners.

However, your love was not only prohibited by class, but condemned by species as well: a human and a monster. Just thinking about the consequences that you both could suffer if you were caught, just thinking about something happening to him made your heart squeeze in pain, like some death grip.

Clack, clack, clack. A noise coming from the steps ahead takes you out of your reverie and, a little curious to know whoever it was, you followed more carefully. 

 A beam of light blinds you for a moment, before a large metal suit of armor enters your field of vision.

“Princess…” oh.  You think.  It's him.

“Sir Cross…” Now without the reflection of the armor in your vision, you admire the skeleton in front of your eyes.

You feel your chest warm with affection, a common feeling when you saw or spoke to Cross. However, the meeting did not last long;  he adjusted himself to the wall, trying to give you as much space as possible to pass.

 “Please, princess.”  He said without looking you in the eyes, maintaining a straight posture.  His expression was serious, almost as if he was hiding something behind his firm expression.

“Thank you, Sir Cross…” the words came out sadly, unable to contain the disappointment on your lips. 

 Slowly and with your head held high, you walk past him, trying to appear as neutral as the skeleton.

Suddenly, around the bend, your hands touch.  A brief brushing of skin and bone. You feel the cold sensation in his hands, almost like touching a piece of frozen metal.

The touch soon turns into a caress and, hopeful about the hypothesis, you look over your shoulder. Your eyes meet for the first time in this meeting and you can't help but to let out a genuine smile.

Your eyes talk to each other;  a dialogue through looks.  And, even though he doesn't say anything else for a few seconds, you can understand the words of adoration that Cross wants so much to convey. 

Slowly, he carefully brings your hand to his own mouth, looking you in the eyes as if waiting for any expression of discomfort (something that wouldn't happen).

You let out a sigh when you feel his teeth in your hand, sealing a long goodbye kiss.  His eyes close for a moment, before opening and looking at you with some courage.

“Until another meeting, my princess.”

[navnae]

Yeah we like the story’s with the popular kid having a crush on the quiet nerdy kid that suddenly becomes hot but I personally like the story of a retired jock who’s become a mother of six kids falling for the overly flirtatious heavy metal loving curly haired freak that’s loud and dramatic while already being insanely hot 🤷🏾‍♀️

[rayandcats]

something something jefferson feeding hamilton mac and cheese something something

here. i hope i matched your expectations

also i cant draw hands to save my life so pls dont dox me ❤️❤️

[epiclamer]

I've never asked if anyone could write something before so sorry if...idk how I could mess this up but if anyone could it'll be me. 😌

You may have done this already but...What about a villian that is forced to commit crimes because of their parents, they have been told they have to hurt hero, they don't do it and get punished, hero finds them later?

Also I love your writting, you seem like a pretty cool person to be around 😎

Damnnnnn alright anon. This is good. And thank you!

Part 2 Part 3

Parental Pressure

The last thing Hero had expected on their late night walk to clear their cluttered mind was to run into Villain who seemed to be doing the same. It was too late for either of them to be out, but that hadn’t stopped the pair.

Villain stood, wide eyes and blinking at their nemesis, a large duffel bag slung over their shoulder and an oversized sweatshirt practically swallowed them whole. The criminal was young, younger than the other ones Hero had fought and it made them pathetically sympathetic.

Hero remembered being that kid. That kid who would do anything for a bit of praise. Thankfully, in order to get that praise Hero became a saviour, while Villain headed down the darker path.

“Villain. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Subconsciously, Hero’s hands drifted to where their handcuffs usually sat—a movement that did not go unnoticed on the other’s behalf.

The criminal took a step back, both hands bracing the bag that tilted themselves slightly to the left as if they were going to make a run for it. They looked fearful, nervous, bouncing on the balls of their feet as their jaw hung slack.

“Hm?”

Villain spluttered, taking another step away as they tried to come up with an explanation for their midnight stroll. “I-I… u-uh… well—”

Hero was patient with the younger one, the corners of their mouth tugging into a small smile. They couldn’t help but recognize themselves in the reflection of their eyes and demeanor.

It was all too familiar.

“I-I can’t be here.” The villain announced, turning on their heel and shuffling quickly down the sleeping street and away from Hero.

A sharp pain in Hero’s heart resonated throughout them, it was dumb, it was so insatiably dumb to feel this way for a kid, for a villain. But the hero just couldn’t help it.

“Hey, Villain!”

Rushing after the criminal, Hero stumbled slightly, mumbling something under their breath about the city needing to rework their sidewalks as they finally caught up. Placing one hand on the villains shoulder to halt them in their escape, Villain froze immediately.

“Hey, relax. I’m not going to arrest you, I just want to talk.” When the villain said nothing in return, still stuck like a statue, Hero further explained themselves. “Look, we haven’t gotten to know each other yet and honestly I’m not very fond of using strangers as punching bags. Walk with me?”

Villain still didn’t move, Hero’s hand sat comfortably on their shoulder as they tousled them slightly. The villain couldn’t help but flinch at that, whimpering just the tiniest bit under their breath that Hero was sure it was simply the sound of passing wind.

“S-So what? You prefer beating on t-the people you know and l-love?”

Hero chuckled, giving the other another soft pat on the shoulder, forcing the villain to pull away entirely as they winced. That seemed... wrong.

“Hah, that’s not what I meant. I’d just like to be something more along the lines of... frenemies? If that’s the right term, it’ll save you some jail time and beatings in the long run, promise.” Hero’s words were playful, but there was an edge this time, they were scanning. Watching the villain’s every move and looking for the inconsistencies in their behavior.

The hero counted one for the way Villains breath hitched when the hero mentioned a beating. The bag slung over their shoulder and the fear in their eyes was starting to solve a puzzle in Hero’s mind, but they were still missing a piece. So they pressed on.

“Thanks, b-but no thanks. I have to go. I-If you’ll excuse me--”

Hero reached out again, “Hold on.” but Villain was slippery. Maneuvering out of the crime-stoppers grasp and bolting down the street.

The hero looked down at the palm of their hand under the dim street lamp, it was softly tainted red, a colour that hadn’t been present before and suddenly Hero was racing after the villain. Chest heaving as they watched the small dark figure ahead of them dart in and between parked vehicles, if Villain decided to take a short-cut Hero would lose them in a second.

They needed to catch up and fast.

Villain continued through the city, searching for an opening, somewhere they could hide or escape their pursuer. But no opportunity presented itself. And with the slow bleeding and re-opening of the wounds across their body and the heavy bag weighing them down, Villain was starting to worry.

Fortunately, their worries were cut short. Unfortunately, it was because Hero had caught up as they slammed into the villain, knocking the air out of their lungs and their feet from the ground. Sending the pair flying as they rolled in a pile to the ground.

The villain screamed as their body crumpled to the floor, it was loud for a second and then silent as they bit into their fist. They couldn’t show weakness, not around Hero.

On the other hand, hero recovered quickly, bouncing up off the ground as they rushed to the villains side. Pinning their arms down as they both struggled to catch their breath, Villain shook like a leaf under their nemesis but that didn’t loosen Hero’s grip.

“Let me g-go!”

Hero glared at their enemy, consequently shutting them up and causing the beginning of tears to brim their eyes.

“You’re coming with me.” Villain opened their mouth to interject, but Hero continued. “And you better not try and bullshit your way out of this. You’re going to explain everything to me on the way back, and that includes why the fuck you are bleeding through your sweatshirt.”

Hero grappled the struggling Villain until they were comfortably stuck in their arms. Holding them tight until the villain yelped and pleaded for mercy.

“Understood?”

The villain had never nodded so fast in their entire life.

[transingthoseformers]

I had an idea last night that was basically just what if select members of the Lost Light we're actually monster! versions of themselves, and they don't know until it's revealed that "wait, you're Different too?"

Consider Consider Consider Monster!Rung and Monster!Megatron. Neither know the full story of each other quite quite yet, but. Well. Something who isn't quite right is bound to notice someone else who isn't quite right After all. There have always been stories of the horrors of the mines. And. Well. Rung has been around for a while, and perhaps it's a good thing many do not remember who he is.

And at some point today, I realized I see an opportunity for more Fucked Up Prime Shit too

So it's just fucking

Ultra Magnus / Minimus Ambus is the same though

His set up is fucked up (affectionate) enough.

[thissisatitle]

[jhonatheshiny]

May I just say how much I love scenes like this?

I know it's a gross oversimplification, but it really shows how freaking WEIRD we might be to an alien species.

[notherpuppet]

Three darling daughters #girldad

[spaced-out-tiger]

Y’all wanna know what (relationship) trope I love?

Overprotective younger siblings of the oldest who can do no wrong (at least until something happens, but y’all know what I mean)

Like—

The oldest is a sweetheart and is maybe a biiit oblivious to things while the younger ones are like ‘do anything bad to them and you will die’

Obviously, I’m not saying the oldest can’t protect themselves or anything but I just think it’s funny (^‿^)

(Totally not thinking of rise Raph and Lenora (oc), noo totallyy nottt)

[valtsv]

are we still doing this because i have a late submission

[let-them-fight]

can we stop doing this trope

[aphel1on]

i have such a love for characters who descend into madness or villainy out of deep, deep empathy. characters who fundamentally cannot cope with the cruel realities they find themselves in and blow up about it in spectacular fashion. fallen angel type characters with tears of outrage in their eyes. characters who break before they bend, and break so badly they splatter blood all over their noble ideals. every variation on it gets me so good

[evadingreallife]

(By trope-specific i mean for example all the slash fics hosting websites, or the nsfw-only ones, etc)

[c-tepx]

soooo to laios chilchuck is roughly the size of his dogs. huh. i am so normal about this.

[cozylittleartblog]

not that we didn't already Know belos was full of shit, but it's even funnier knowing the titan was still alive the whole time and probably judging him

[kudo-i-guess]

they're divorced. they weren't even married. this isn't romantic. they're definitely not platonic. they're cinematic parallels. they are fighting the narrative. they slowly built their relationship. they rely and trust each other. they were aggressively thrown into this. they want to bite each other's head off. they kill for each other. they live for each other. they should kiss. they would put each other in a blender. they're insane. they don't even realise. they're fully aware of it.