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Table of Contents- and Master List:
Spicy Master List
Side blog- @amethysts-sideblog
Prompt blog- @amethysts-prompts
My OCs
Masterlist
Tag Lists
Patreon Shout-Outs
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My sideblog- where I reblog other peoplesâ works, and I also share my own personal interests outside of writing. @amethysts-sideblog
My prompt blog is now @amethysts-prompts. Prompts on this account may still be used with credit, however, I will be posting all prompts, from this moment forward (10/28/2021) on my prompt blog- stated above.
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OC Ask Game
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Masterlist:
(note to self, I left off in December 2020)
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Loving A Villain
(1) Chapter 1
(2) Chapter 2
(3) Chapter 3
(4) Chapter 4
(5) Chapter 5
(6) Chapter 6
(7)
To be continued
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Dance with the Devil (Greek god story/ Persephone/ Hades/ Underworld)
(1) Chapter 1
(2) Chapter 2
(3) Chapter 3
(4) Chapter 4
(5) Chapter 5
To be continued
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Survival of the Fittest
(1) BTHB Dragged by the Ankle Part 1
(2) Part 2
(3) BTHB Knife to the Throat Part 3
To be continued
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Beating Heart (Vampire/ Royalty)
(1) BTHB Being Watched Part 1
(2) Part 2
To be continued
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A Gentle Blade (Medieval story/ assassin/ queen/ prince/ all that jazz- discontinued until further notice)
(1) BTHB Grabbed By the Hair
(2) BTHB Claustrophobia
(3) BTHB Scar to Remember
(4) BTHB Bounty On Their Head
(5) BTHB Bound and Gagged
(6) Leera is Returned to the Palace
(7) Sir Guard
(8) Forced Kiss (Sir Guard x Rennera)
(9) Hereticâs Fork
(10) Recovery and Story Time
(11) Smile
(12) Iâll Take It
(13) I Donât Like to Hurt Her
(14) Youâll Cut Her Lips
(15) Weâre both Prisoners
(16) I Didnât Know
(17) I Made You Teeter
(18) Leera, You Killed My Husband
(19) Youâll Give Her Clean Water?
(20) A HypocriteÂ
(21) I Believe Her
(22) Rich, Pompous Ass
(23) Do You Remember Who I Am?
(24) Itâs Not Right For Me to Leave
(25) Cross That Bridge
(26) I Want Poppy
(27) Iâm a Murderer; I Love You
(28) Like A Predator
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Imagine Loving A Mortal (Greek god story/ Ares? God of War)
(1) Chapter 1
To be continued
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Remember Being Holy (Angel/ Demon/ Fall)
(1) Part 1
(2) Part 2
To be continued
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A Girl on the Battlefield
Prequel
(1) Part 1
(2) Part 2
(3) Part 3
To be continued
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A Prisoner of the Balconies (due for a title change)
(1) Part 1
(2) Part 2
To be continued
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Darling, I Did it for You (Incomplete series/Discontinued)
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Tag Lists:
Tag lists are being listed for my own convenience. If anyone would like to be added to a list, or for a new list to be made, you can comment on the story youâd like to be added to, or send me an ask (off of anon, or otherwise state your username somewhere in the mix)!
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List for Dance with the Devil: @nuttynutcycle @igotthesmellofbooks @revrevrew-personal @tobeornottobeateacher @freefallingup13 @kactus-loves-writing @nightfrostshadow @whatwhumpcomments @bouncyartist
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List for A Prisoner of Balconies: @all-whumped-out @watercolorfreckles
List for Darling, I Did it for You: (discontinued) @silverwhisperer1 @whump-me-all-night-long @ catsandhotchocolate16 Â @whatwhumpcomments
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Here we have it, everyone. (Nearly) every series Iâve written on my writeblr! I accept asks at all times. Donât be afraid to comment or ask questions! I love talking to everyone. :) Much love Xx
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I love David Kushner! Excellent taste, friend, and I love the direction you took. Allow me to expand upon itâŚI did take a turn, and itâs a little dark, so Iâm going to add some TWs: religious dilemma, mentions of murder- non descriptive, brief mentions of blood, implied SA- non descriptive, and again only implied.
(Edit: I don't know what happened to the ask attached to this- I'm so sorry!)
(I don't remember writing this- it must have been late at night- but as I am attempting to return, I'm going to go ahead and share!)
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Not again. She wished she could have meant it in a humorous way, like a kid scribbling on the walls with charcoal. She wished she could have meant it like her brother had stomped through her paints again- annoying, yes, but not so devastating as the sight before her.
Lightning illuminated the room she stood in the doorway of. Even with her long shadow casted along the floor and far wall, and even with the blue tint of the weather, she could see it all so clearly: her friend, the body, the blood.
Not again.
He was praying, as he always did after a kill, a hit, a contract- whatever in the Depths he wanted to call it.
âIt has to end!â she screamed through a crack of thunder. âIt has to end before it kills you.â
Their sobs intertwined, a harmony of sorrow and despair that only the thunder could break. Perhaps the lightning, too, as her shadow grew smaller with every flash, as she approached the boy who people called Poacher. She could only called him âfriend.â
âThe blood spilled will be yours one day, donât you understand?â
But he wouldnât answer. He couldnât after what heâd done, yet he couldnât stop what heâd done either. All control, whatever he might have held in time, was lost.
âWhy do you do this?â She wanted to scream it, to shake him and shatter him. She loved him. Dammit, she wished she didnât, but⌠âWe have to leave. We have to leave and never come back. We will go to the woods, where the only beast is a bear. You can kill a bear. I would let you kill a bear, but thisâŚPoacher?â
What noise left him almost resembled a snarl, a wolf cloaked with black fur. âDonât call me that.â She swallowed. âYou know I hate when you call me that.â
âBut you let the others.â A statement. An observation.
âTheyâre not you.â He was speaking around sobs, holding back the cries of guilt. The soul belonging to the corpse was evil, but Poacher was no god.
âYou have no right doing this work. Youâre better than this. You and I both know that, so why do you continue?â
His head turned and he flinched at another crack from the sky- flinched like it was a whip from the very Depths he thought he sent that wretched man, and ever man before him, to. One day, she was sure Poacher would meet the whip.
âWhy pray unless you never do it again?â
âIf it is not this, it will be something else. Thatâs life. We live, we sin, we die, and the gods either forgive us or they damn us. I pray for their mercy,â he said, squinting against the lightning outside. Blood splattered his face, and it wasnât until now that she realized he held a knife in his hands. How many times did he stab that man? âI know I am not worthy of mercy, but I pray because I donât know any better. I am scared, you understand.â
But she didnât understand. âThen stop,â she begged, exasperated. âIf you know you are not worthy, stop and pray.â
He looked back to the body. She couldnât see it, but his voice revealed the curled lip Poacher bore. âYou know it is more complicated than that.â
âWhat you are doing is wrong. A part of you knows this, but another part justifies it because you- you understand the root of their evil. You possess that evil. I have always known it,â she told him softly, and felt fortunate the thunder held off for the moment. âI never thought that evil would transpire. I hoped it wouldnât. Prayed, same as you.â
âWhat are you saying?â
âI am no god. I could never tell you whether you will be forgiven for what you have done, but I am telling you mercy is more likely when-â
âDo you not believe he deserved this fate?â
Poacher was looking at her again, eyes wide, but brows pinched, mouth a thin line. He was angry with her. âAnswer me. Do you not believe he deserved the blunt of my knife? Do you know what heâs done?â
She couldnât respond- didnât have the time to.
âI stumbled out of the tavern a week ago to the sound of a woman crying. This lordâs maid.â His voice rose as he pointed at the dead man, and she could only jump back in response as she let him continue. âShe was young and so beautiful with her dark hair. Blackest Iâve ever seen- reflected the moon and every star like a still pond. She was a wonder, but her beauty didnât match the height of her cries.â
The manâŚthe maidâŚshe could piece together what had happened, what made Poacher so angry that he would kill. Heâd killed for the same reason before. He would do it again if given the opportunity.
Regrettably, she said, âHis fate is not yours to decide. You know this, however much it pains you. Pray for the strength and patience to live in this world, Poacher. Pray-â
âDonât.â She wasnât sure whether he was referring to the name or the lecture. âThe guards are coming. Someone must have seen me enter. You need to leave.â
Swallowing, she shook her head. âNo.â
âNo?â He stood from the floor in an instant. Stalking towards her, he repeated, âYou need to leave. They are coming- do you hear me!â
Toes digging into her shoes, she prayed as Poacher clutched her shoulders and shook. She squeezed her eyes shut and whispered every prayer she learned, every prayer she created. She hoped and hoped and willed her wishes to whatever god might listen.
By now, the blood would be on her clothes, and she would look as guilty as he. As the guardsâ approaching boots squelched through the mud outside, she found herself repeating Poacherâs name, his real name, over and over until she could hardly make it out through her own scared sobs.
âPlease. Leave me, please!â
She only repeated his name as he shook her harder and harder.
âIâll stop. I will never do this again, but you have to leave. Please, Gods.â His voice became a gentle, yet rushed, whisper. âDo not let her fall because of my mistakes. Do not fault her for her heart and forgiveness of my actions. Dear gods let her be free of my fate.â
The footsteps were getting closer.
âI will never take another life,â he whispered. He stopped shaking her, his forehead against her own. âNo man, no plant, no beast. Please.â
Her eyes opened, only to find his to be closed. âThe window behind you. Go.â
He opened his eyes and accompanied the action with a quick nod. âAfter tonight, never again.â Poacher left for the window while she followed slowly behind.
The boots were at the door.
âThe knife,â she demanded. âLeave it behind.â
He breathed, already half-out the window. At some point, heâd pocketed the knife, planned to be caught with it or run away with it.
âHand it to me.â
âWe need to go,â he said- pleaded.
âHand me the knife.â
The guards slammed into the door once- twice.
âTake it!â
Blunt and bloody, the knife hovered before her eyes, held by a shaking and desperate hand.
âNever again?â she asked.
His lips parted and his hand still shook in front of her. He was debating.
âPromise me this or the gods will make a lesson of your prayers. Do not let it come to this, Poacher.â The guards would kill her, make a story of her being a vengeful maid that killed the lord.
His fingers squeezed the blade as he heard that name. Still, he did not let go.
âThe door is coming down. The gods do not control the mercy of men. Pray there will be a distraction as the guards do their job. Do not pray for forgiveness when you grieve me; pray for guidance.â
As the door bashed open and Poacher startled in the window, she made a move to push him and grab the knife. It would cut his hand, but anything was better than being caught.
She would die, accused of a crime she didnât commit, but the gods would judge her faith. She would meet a Bliss where she and Poacher would meet again.
The first image is a prompt I posted on my prompt blog LAST YEAR.
The second image is from an application called c.ai. On MY post, a viewer commented, telling people that thereâs a character with this very dialogue.
Mind you, NO ONE ASKED ME FOR PERMISSION. Though it wasnât stolen word for word, this is very obviously taken from my prompt which I took the time to write and publish. This is MY writing, and though I share it publicly, that does not give anyone the right to make money off of it. I did NOT CONSENT TO MY PROMPT BEING USED IN AI.
I honestly am not even sure what action to take but please please please bring attention to this and reblog. We need to end AI and the act of stealing artistsâ work. I canât believe this.
Hi everyone! Thank you for the shares- this is the biggest response Iâve seen, personally, on my own social media.
For some added context, since I see thereâs been some confusion, the second image is a screen shot of a character on character ai. The character was created by a human- NOT MYSELF- using MY words.
While itâs not AI that explicitly stole my words, it has been accepted by multiple people that my work was stolen and used to benefit this AI character.
I post my prompts on my Pinterest page, as well, and under the prompt (seen on left), someone commented, âThereâs a c.ai bot that has this dialogue, if anyone wants the name, tell meâ and people did. It became accepted that my work (which is dated) was explicitly being used elsewhere. The creator of this character also has a TikTok, where she requests her bots ânot be stolenâ which is crazy given she stole my, and who knows how many othersâ, work.
This is the character creatorâs following on TikTok. The post she used to introduce her character using my words had an accumulative 33.3k likes, hundreds of comments, and several thousand saves. None of these people, Iâm sure, were aware of the fact that some of the characterâs introduction was stolen.
The âstop AIâ campaign Iâm getting at has to do with the idea that it is SO widespread and so many peoplesâ art is being stolen without anyone knowing it. Itâs so easy to take someoneâs words and because itâs so popular, no one looks into it. They want something fun, entertaining, and easy. Why request a piece of writing from an author, or even wait for their next book, when they can go online and talk to an AI character who responds in seconds? The ease of copying someoneâs words and using it in these applications needs to end.
I have been absent a lot lately, and it shows. Iâm grateful for every one of my followers who has stuck around. It has been my full intention to return to this blog, but every time I consider posting, Iâm reminded of this occurrence. It hurts to think that I cannot post here anymore out of fear of people stealing my work and not giving credit. I donât want that to continue happening.
It has been a goal of mine since I was 12 years old to write and publish my books. I even hoped of sharing my work here for you guys to see, but that is no longer a reality. When I become published, I will be happy to share the announcement of the book title here, but I will not share any snippets of it. I have considered reopening my Patreon and sharing my process that way. If you have read this far, and would be interested, give me a thumbs up or an askâŚor something haha.
As for this blog, itâs undecided what will come of it. Iâll never say Iâm quitting it altogether, but itâs difficult to say what Iâll post and how often it will be due to the post above.
I wish you all my best and all my love. My ask box is always open on the off-chance I do decide to write something to post, or even if you want to chat about other things. I miss the era of time when people asked random questions.
Hii this is my first request so I hope it finds you well, here is a cookie đŞ
Can you do something where the shy f/hero has to seduce the m/villain as maybe a part of a mission but is actually VERY scared of him and villain has empathy but also likes to be intimidating and to mess around with her to see how far hero really would go (sorry if thatâs too detailed) pls the people want fluff!!
Love your writing!! â¨
With all my inactivity, I'm so happy to be your first request! You must have read enough to know I'm not so generous in handing out fluff. I'll make an exception for you since you were brave enough to request ;) Delivering my favorite setting of all time in this request...Thank you for your kindness, love <3 đ¨
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A Warm Distraction
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The ballroom roared with laughter and feet skipping across the floor. Some glided like professionals on ice while others toppled into heaps on the ground with spilled wine and stained dresses.
Hero wore a vibrant but deep red dress, so wine was no worry, even with her inexperienced dancing. Truthfully, dodging others proved more difficult than her poor, and perhaps embarrassing, moves.
The mission was to distract Villain while Leader and Other Hero gathered information from the villain's base during his absence. She wasn't the right person for the job. At least, she didn't think so. Hero was shy, hiding behind screens while her team performed on television, making statements she wrote.
The world had no idea who she was, and she was okay with this. What she wasn't okay with was suddenly being in charge of occupying Villain. Like the rest of the world, he likely had no idea who she was. How could she ever make an impression on him, or keep him distracted?
"I don't imagine you might be a friend of one of my guests?" So quickly, Hero spun on her heel. "I'm sure no one here would think it wise to sneak someone in without my knowing."
He didn't look so intimidating. Pretty, sure, but no killer. Then again, Hero didn't think anyone with an online presence could be a killer. Villain was intelligent. He pretended to be like any rich influencer or man with money. Pictures of the beach or a pretty girl he met at the bar. Poorly taken selfies with an unintelligible background.
Looking into Villain's database, she realized she was staring at one of the most dangerous men in the country, a man with so much influence that anyone could fall victim to his crime and persuasion. The money, the petty charm, the promises made...Hero wanted to say she could never fall victim, but others had thought the same. She clasped her hands together and pressed the nail of one finger into another- a reminder.
"I wasn't invited," she said simply. Leader told her to say this, to be transparent.
'Villain enjoys a show, a challenge.'
Watching his interactions with others, Hero knew this was true. He would smile, then play into her motives, tease her and let her doubt herself or her team, then convince her maybe she could do it after all. A game of back and forth. He drank confusion like honeyed water before bed.
"I'm the distraction."
Even knowing how he would react, she found herself swallowing as his lips split.
"Relax." He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed down. "Take a breath. Calm your nervous little heart, okay?"
But she couldn't. In fact, her breathing only quickened as his hands pushed further down, then began massaging her muscles. She couldn't relax, not when she knew who he was.
"I knew why you were here the moment I spotted you. If I wanted to do something terrible to you," He leaned in, lips against the tip of her ear. "I would have done so already." Villain repeated once more, "Relax."
The tactic didn't go unnoticed. Villain saying he knew why she was here was just a way of informing her that he was responding to Leader and Other Hero as she stood in front of him, that nothing they were doing would be successful. She knew what he was going to say next without him even saying it. Still, she listened, shoulders still tense despite the incessant rubbing.
"You must be well-informed if you felt so confident telling me your intentions. Maybe," he said, "you've thought of something I have not."
And there it was. The false hope, the installment of confidence, just so he could rip it away again.
"You know," Hero said, "I might be on the other side, but I would be lying if I said I didn't admire you."
He pulled away at this, smile broadening. She flattered him. "Is that right? And how is it that you admire me, my dear distraction?" He would entertain the idea, flatter himself for the time being.
She attempted a smile, but was afraid she felt short. Something awkward and still fearful twisted her lips in a way she just knew was obvious. This was what Leader wanted, a stumbling fool to entertain the self proclaimed King of Crime. "Your arrogance," she said. "You're confident, and successful. Most are one or the other; you manage to fit the character of both. What's better?"
"Breathe." Damn, he could still tell she was nervous. "I know you are not considering switching alliances. Still, I admire you."
Hero lifted her chin, feigning the same confidence she observed in Villain. "Tell me why." Demand, don't question.
"Your innocence," he returned. Villain was at once a step closer, closing any distance he once put between them. His hands clasped her own and she couldn't help but gasp as he spun her, then dipped her with ease.
It was as if the crowd awaited this moment as they erupted in hoots and hollers. Hero swore space cleared around them as he put her back on her feet.
"You are so frightened, yet you pursue your ambitions of- what's the motto? 'A better world.'" He swiped a hand across the space between them as if he were presenting something extravagant and grandiose. Villain was insulting the mission, but Hero would play into the continued arrogance, slide into the act further, if only to give Leader and Other Hero more time.
He spun her again, and this time she was more prepared, sending herself into another spin before Villain could pull her back in. She would steal the show from him, give him something else to chase; his pride against his sense of entertainment.
"It seems as though you have a secret or two of your own. You acted clumsy with your steps before; you tricked me."
In all honesty, Hero didn't expect her spin to end successfully. She was self-taught in most everything she did. As a child, she taught herself guitar by watching videos online, studying their fingers and how they plucked or glided along the strings. She studied paintings until she understood their every composition or mixed paints until she could make any color she wanted without thought of how much of one color or another to add. Hero's talent was adaptability. When Villain spun her once and she stumbled, she learned to mind the angle of her foot, the way she balanced herself as she pulled or pushed against him. She became the dancer.
"Leader trusts you to keep me distracted. I might be inclined to let him have what he wants."
"And what would convince you to do so?"
Villain's chin dipped and his eyes scanned Hero's face before resting on her own eyes. "Show me another one of your secrets," he said, "and your little team can have all the time they want."
The fear was creeping back, like a thorny vine reaching from her stomach to her throat. Her mouth felt dry as she said, "I don't have any other secrets."
"Oh, I highly doubt that, Hero." He knew her name? "Come on, put on a show for us." That dastardly smile returned as he held her at an arm's length. "Kiss me."
She felt the heat rise in her cheeks and ears. "I don't- no secrets. I have none, and even if I did, a kiss is hardly a secret."
"It is a secret if it's forbidden."
"It's not a secret if there's an audience," she hissed beneath a breath as Villain pulled her in again. The spinning, the pushes, and pulls...it was all becoming debilitating.
"These are my friends. You could relish in your actions with them as a celebration. Wouldn't it feel liberating to kiss the enemy? Wouldn't it be a curiosity?"
She would be wrong to say it didn't sound...exhilarating in its own twisted way. Would it be so bad to distract him further? To think of what Leader and Other Hero could do with the extra time...Hero would kiss Villain again and again in front of this crowd if she had to.
His breath was hot on her ear, an all too-familiar feeling at this point in the night. She was almost afraid separating from Villain now would send a chill down to her bones. He was warm and... and he was a distraction. A warm distraction worth welcoming.
For a better world, she told herself, but she and Villain both knew it was more than that.
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Also, congrats on your marriage!!! I wish you both all the happiness ever. (This is my first time in a while back on tumblr so Iâve missed a lot. Idk if you remember me but I was the anon from a WHILE back who kept sending you very random messages in your asks. I promise I have matured since then đŤĄ)
Hi anon! Thank you so much for the sweet congrats :) It still feels unreal that I get to spend forever with my closest friend. I'm happy you could be a part of that growing journey.
As an update to the married life, Valentine's Day just passed and his gift to me was a pair of foam swords so we can swordfight over chores in the house. I figured you guys might like to entertain this :)
I never mind, or minded, the silly or random asks. In all honesty, they sometimes break up the pressure of feeling like I constantly need to write (since we all know I've been slacking quite a bit).
With that said, I want to give my sincerest thanks to those who have stuck around for this long. I know I used to produce much more, but I'm thankful for those who have been understanding, who have checked in to see if I've posted more, reread what was already written, and continued to send requests. I don't get around to requests often, but please continue sending them always. I love to see your ideas and to entertain them throughout my days, even if I'm unable to post them immediately!
As a final update, my profession has grown vastly in my absence from this blog. My resume continues to expand and every day is a day closer to completing my degree, and a day closer to reaching my dreams of becoming an author. I currently have two manuscripts in chronological succession of the other that I so look forward to sharing on my blog someday.
Thank you, all, and with all my love,
Xx Captain Dee (wondering if nonny is old enough for Cptn. D đ¤)
Hi, everyone! I felt like doing something a little different, and remembered the song/lyric challenge I did in the past. The gist is:
Send me an ask with your favorite song, or lyrics you like, and Iâll turn them into a short story!
Feel free to reblog if you think you would have fun doing this challenge yourself!
For myself, I typically write hero/villain or some form of fantasy- most often involving a medieval aspect, magic, fae, or vampires. If you want a specific topic, please specify! Excited to be returning, yâall! :)
Could you please write a story where a fae and a human have been friends for about a year. However, the human finds out what the fae is, and freaks out, thinking the fae is toying with him or wanting to make him his servant or something. When in reality, the fae had always watched humanity from afar, and just wanted to play along to see what it was like to have genuine friends?
Always excited to see you in my inbox, love! <3
Listening to Stars
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"You lied to me?" The human's voice cracked, and the fae felt the emotion like a whip.
"I would never," he responded, void of tone. It took control from the fae, to not respond how he wanted. To cry, or to yell, or to do anything with an overtly amount of emotion. He wanted to say, 'I would never lie to you; I can't,' but that felt like rubbing the fact in his friend's face.
"I never said I was human," he said instead, and instantly came to regret it. Rather than stopping while he was ahead, and possibly keeping his friend, the fae continued. "I wanted a friend! A real one. The fae..." He looked at his feet, not able to look the human in its eyes, then shook his head. "The fae are full of trickery and deceit. I didn't- I can't be friends with them."
The human could only scoff in return, obviously hurt by the fae boy, hurt that the fae would keep this a secret for so long. "You think I don't know your ways? That I haven't been warned all my life of the games you play?" He muttered to himself in the next moment. "A year. A whole year." It was surely meant for the human's ears only, but the fae heard it and wondered if his freind wasn't upset at himself as much as him for being fooled. Not fooled. I wasn't tricking him.
"Of course," the human started again, "a year is just a blink of the eyes to you. How many of you were in on this?"
"In on...this wasn't some elaborate plan!" The fae felt a heat like fire rise to the tips of his ears. "You all think we have the answer to everything, don't you? That our magic makes us so knowledgeable that we're bored and turn to trickery to entertain ourselves."
"Sounds about right."
Heat spread to the fae's hands as he clenched them in tight fists. He wasn't sure exactly what he was mad at. It could have been himself for hiding this secret for so long, ruining any chance of continuing to be friends with the human. If he had been transparent from the start, this moment could have been avoided. Then again, how could he blame himself when it was at the rest of the fae which created this perception of their entire race.
âWhat will it take?â
âWhat?â
âWhat will it take for you to believe me?â
Thinking, the human squinted. âShow me what you really look like.â
What he looked like? âAnd what would that prove?â
âNothing, I just want to see.â
He didnât change his appearance. It would just confirm his likeness to his human friend and push him away even more. âIâm not going to-â
The human shrugged. âI guess Iâll be going then. Have fun tricking the nextâ- he gasped.
Pale blue skin, freckles like stars, and a wicked point of the ear.
âSo, can you really read the stars like they say?â
âRead them?â The faeâs brow lifted, and for two reasons. One, reading the stars? What did that even mean? Two, he expected a larger reaction from his friend, with all his demanding and suggesting there was so much distrust between the two of them.
âYeah, like a book. They say fae can hear the stars, the stories of their creation and demise.â
A rumour. Humans loved to make those about the fae. Then again, this wasnât the worst one heâd ever heard them spread.
âI thought you hated my kind. Now all of a sudden you want to know if we can speak to the stars?â
âListen, not speak. You can hear their stories, but they donât respond. The fae have their limits,â the human boy explained.
âFae canât hear the stars!â What an elaborate lie to create about something the humans know nothing about. âYour kind fears mine and here you are saying we talk- listen- to the stars? What do you even know of fae thatâs true?â
A new argument sparked. âAnd what have you heard of humans?â Or so the human boy thought. He expected his friend to say something about pitchforks and torches or maybe even the fights that break out in pig pins, outside of village inns.
âI heard you make music. That you hold balls just to sway to said music and that there are people who specialise in twirly clothes. There are others that specialise in decor, plates of would coloured with berries or littleâŚwhat did she call them?â
âShe?â the human interrupted.
Memories flitted across the faeâs mind, but he kept his answer simple. âThere was a girl, years ago, that ventured to our borders. The others fooled her into walking the way she came, but I followed her to a human town. She was a friend.â He stopped for a moment, looked the human boy in his eyes. âI did trick you, and Iâm sorry, but I didnât deceive you with magic. I knew your kind already. You make better friends than what the fae do.â
The anger from before melted away, and in its place was a melancholic blanket. It shrouded the fae boyâs mind, draped against his shoulders, and stained his teeth as he spoke.
âWe can say goodbye now,â the fae said. âI wonât expect to see you again.â
âYour friend from before, do I know her?â
He didnât expect the human boyâs to ask. In all honestly, he wished he wouldnât have. âYou did.â The pain he felt thinking about her was almost too much. At times, he would remember the human boyâs relation to her. At these times, the fae would make an excuse to go home, then hide somewhere deep in the woods so his own mind wouldnât find him. They didnât know about his relationship with the humans, but they knew something was odd.
âAs in âused to?â Was she from my village?â
âYour home,â he specified. âDo you remember the kid that visited your home, a friend of your sisterâs?â
The human boyâs brows drew together, confused at the change of subject, no doubt. âWhen she was alive, yes. He was visiting his relative in another nearby village. Did you know them both?â
Nodding, the fae explained, âI knew her. I was him.â
Crickets chimed around the two of them, reminding both of the setting sun.
âItâs getting dark. I should go home beforeâŚanything happens.â
âThe wolves donât touch these woods.â But he understood. He hid beneath a guise, then did it all over again. âTake your time. Iâll be listening to the stars in the meanwhile. You can raise your torches and pitchforks.â He smiled as he caught the humanâs eyes.
âSo you donât listen to the stars. You listen to my mind.â
âOnly the second time Iâve done it, actually, but weâll talk another time. Go home, friend.â
Hello! I had this idea around Halloween time when all the scary movies were playing about, so excuse the morbidity!
Warning for numerous mentions of death and vague depictions of a dead body
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Villain should have looked more unsettling. Pale, maybe, or even blue. Perhaps it was simply too good to be true. Not that Hero necessarily wished him dead, but the alternative was...her stomach churned and she reluctantly touched her own neck. If she thought about it too long, she'd feel the cold of that knife again.
This wasn't what she wanted, yet she was ashamed to admit her relief at the sight.
"You're debating who the real villain is."
She froze, staring at the body, wondering if she truly watched its still lips actually move.
I'm hallucinating, I must be. Hero stepped closer. Suddenly, the walls of the cell felt much closer. It was just her and Villain's body in this confined space. Leader had stepped away. 'So you can process without influence,' he said. She didn't mind or even acknowledge that he had shut the door until now.
Her hand waivered as she reached down, down, down until her second and third finger rested against the artery of Villain's neck. No beat.
If his heart wasn't beating, surely there was no breath. But that voice. It was so distinctly Villain's. Hero leaned down and held her own breath. Villain, too, held his, as all dead bodies did. That was until-
"Should I watch you convince yourself you've lost your mind?"
Hero was halfway across the cell before the body uttered its third word.
"Are you alive?" It came out as a desperate whisper, one so rushed she barely understood her own words.
"Depends on who you're asking." This time, the voice came from the cell door. Hero released a breath, relieved at the sight of Leader. It wasn't until she'd walked close enough to the bars of the cell door that she cocked her head. Shouldn't he have already opened it by now? Come to think of it, why had he closed it at all? It must have been her. She shut it subconsciously, right?
"I'm glad you're back. I didn't realize I closed the door behind me and you're the only one with a set of keys." She chuckled awkwardly, and tucked a strand of hair back, hoping it might also push away the thoughts of the body behind her, of it moving and speaking.
Leader smiled with closed lips and Hero noticed that, for once, his lips were chapped. He made no move to open the door, just stood there with his fingers tucked in his front pockets.
"Did you step outside while you were gone?" she ventured. Why wouldn't he open the door?
"Can't."
She wrapped her fingers around one of the bars, hoping to signal Leader to the door again. "You said he was dead, right? Surely, it's not HR's rules keeping you prisoner to the body."
The body. She was still in the room with Villain's body.
"Not Villain's. Look again."
Her brows drew together and she tilted her head. It was as if Leader read her mind, but she'd known him for at least three years now; he didn't have that ability.
"Sorry?"
"Look again," he repeated. His voice verged on amused, like he was waiting on someone's reaction to a sweet surprise.
"I'm okay," Hero said. Sweat was forming on the back of her next, against her palms, now squeezing the bars. "I've seen enough. I'm just- I'm ready to go home now, Leader. You have the keys."
"Look."
"Leader-"
He took his hands out of his pockets, and if Hero weren't so anxious, she wouldn't have noticed that it was his left hand which held the key to the cell door.
"I didn't know you were ambidextrous." Leader used his right hand, right leg, right everything for all tasks. Hero would know. They used to play games between missions; Inverted Hangman was the game. They would write phrases in reverse order, start drawing from the feet, and use their less-dominant hand. Hero and Leader were both right-handed.
"I'm left-handed," he said simply as he turned the key. Hero stepped back as the door swung open, but Leader gave her no time to step through. Instead, he blocked the way out. "When I tell you to look, I expect you'll do as I say."
His hand shot out in the next moment and grasped Hero's right wrist before twisting it. Her shoulder twisted with and she yelped as Leader grabbed her once again, this time by the shoulder. He pulled her until he was able to capture both shoulders.
Hero slammed her eyes shut and held her breath as her back was spun, held against Leader's chest. Not Leader. This wasn't Leader, and she knew what sight would be before her if she opened her eyes. A confirmation she didn't want.
Leader was dead, and the body on the table wasn't Villain's.
"You're a stubborn one, aren't you?" There it was- Villain's voice, but this time it came from behind her. The body in front of her was as silent as before, only this time, she knew it would be pale, blue, cold, and unmoving. Dead. "I thought you would have figured it out sooner. This was supposed to be fun! Entertaining!"
Leader is dead. He was more than the leader of the team. He was a friend, and he was kind and fun and...and he didn't deserve this. Hero opened her eyes. "No." Leader wasn't just dead. He was...A whine rose in her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut again.
"He was entertaining, kept bargaining. Leave her out of this. She has nothing to do with this anymore. Please. She doesn't deserve this. Kind of like what you thought, huh? Come to think of it, he was a little predictable. Everyone is."
Villain's voice made her sick. She could feel the bile rise, taste it in the back of her throat. "Is that all you want? Someone to surprise you, say something you haven't heard before?" What could she say or do that would rid him? Was it even worth it? Leader was already gone, and if he were gone, so were the others.
"Probably. Haven't figured it out yet." She felt that smile of his creep against the back of her head, felt the slight pulling of her hair as his lips lifted. "The chase was exciting." Hero hated the way he spoke to her like an old friend having small talk one year after graduating from high school. "They hid you well. I just outsmarted them. It's crazy," he said, "I've had this type of...of access to the mind for years, and yet I still learn new things to do with it." The smile fell, and he whispered, "Can you feel that, Hero?"
The cold. The thin, sharp cold she was too familiar with. A blade. Hero didn't dare swallow, no matter how much saliva instinctively gathered on her tongue.
"What's even crazier," he ventured, "is that there's no knife at all. I just found it in that hazy corner of your mind which you try to keep hidden. You can't forget me, Hero, but I like to watch you try. I like to prove to you in every new way that you can't."
Why me?
"You were the first." He said it so sweetly, as if a body didn't lay in front of them, and a body they both knew to be alive at once. "You were confident. Told me to explore the ability. Told me it could do so much and I was wasting it by hiding. Aren't you just so happy I discovered I wasn't the monster I told myself I was?"
"There are other ways"- she gasped as the imaginary knife dug deeper- "to use your abilities. I didn't mean for you to-"
"Become this?"
She nodded.
"Predictable." He sighed, and the sting of the blade evaporated. "I'm going to let you go, and you're going to run as far away from me as you can, okay?"
"How can I run when you know my every move?" Still, she kept her eyes closed, unable to face Leader, and her arms were stiff as she was held back. She ached to run, but how could she?
"Challenge me, Hero. Prove to me that I'm not the monster I told you I was all those years ago, the monster you tried to convince yourself didn't exist. Prove it." He released her. "Run."
hello! you are the first (and only it seems) person that iâve ever seen write hero x leader, and i actually really like it! i think itâs a cute dynamic, and would love to see more of it!
so if itâs okay, could you please write another snippet with this dynamic? thank you! :D i hope you have a lovely day <33
You know, I canât say what possessed me to write it, but Iâm glad everyone seemed to like it!! I hope you have a lovely day, too, nonny :)
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âYou know this is illegal, right?â
Hero squinted. âMm, not sure about that.â Her feet touched the ground and she pushed off, sending her chair spinning in circles. âItâs probably not preferable- citizens might suspect you pressured me into it, but I doubt it.â
Leader huffed. âSo the people might hate me, which means the agency would lose everything.â
âItâs marriage,â Hero said, planting her feet firmly on the carpeted floor. âItâs not like youâre spending the night with Villain. That would be a spectacle. Itâs me. Iâm a much better bride than Villain.â
âStill,â Leader ran a hand through his thick hair. âItâs a risk.â There had to be a balance, right? If Leader married Hero, he risked the agency falling apart, meaning Villain would be on the loose, along with any devious comrades.
âWhat makes you think anyone will even care?â Hero asked. âIf anything, I think they would celebrate.â She shrugged and stood from her- well, Leaderâs- chair before walking over to the wine fridge. âButteryâ- Hero pulled out a yellow-tinted wine- âor sweet?â- and she pulled out a red one. Biting her lip, she decided she might as well take both. âWe would become this big power-duo in the city, and who knows, maybe the team would even respect me a little more.â
Missing the point, Leader sighed. âThey do respect you. They just-â
âThatâs not what weâre talking about right now- open this?â As Leader took the bottle, Hero strode across the room back to her desk, where she already had wine glasses placed. It was supposed to be a celebratory night; her and Leader were engaged (even if it were secret). Instead, Leader was riddled with worry. Surely, Hero thought, the wine would be necessary now. âMy point is that we love each other, and no matter what happens, weâll be there for each other. Whether that means your employees sneer at me in the hallways-â
âThey wouldnât.â
â-or the citizens think youâre as big of a bad guy as Villain, or nothing happens at all and weâre simply a happy coupleâŚâ Hero took a breath. âWhatever the outcome, we experience it together. I have your back.â She took the opened wine bottle out of Leaderâs hands and began pouring the crimson liquid into his glass before handing it to him.
He took the glass and nodded. âAnd I have yours.â
Hero paused in pouring her own drink. âYou still have more to say.â
Yes, he did. He was still just as worried as before, which was a shock considering all the risks heâd taken already. Every mission which Leader organized came with the thought that the team- that Hero- may never return. And now he was supposed to marry her with that in mind? âIs it selfish of me to be scared?â
âOf what?â
âThis marriage,â he explained with a slow blink. âIâve never been married. Iâm not the type of person to be married. I count the heads of people who walk in the door and report to someone else if the expected number is below what it should be.â Leader was out of breath. And the glass in his hand was wet with sweat. âWhat if I lose you?â
Hero always meant something to Leader, but now she would mean more. As much as he loved her, he never let himself fully experience that feeling. It was a dangerous thing.
âWould you feel better if you married Villain?â Hero joked, and maybe it wasnât the time for it, but Leaderâs lips curled up, and that was all she wanted. âThink about it. You donât love her- let alone like her. She is quite literally the most wanted person, which means sheâll eventually be in custody, or even dead. With no emotional attachment and some financial benefits, sheâs the perfect bride.â
Leader could almost laugh. Hero was good at pulling him out of his funks. She was the only one that saw through him- peered into his fears and insecurities- and she was the only one that could pull him out of them.
It was moments like these where he remembered that it didnât matter what the rest of the world thought about him, or even the rest of the agency. If it meant having Hero at his side, he would take the brute of every hit.
To be known was all Leader ever wanted, even if he hadnât realized it until Hero strode along. Before her, he thought he wanted the opposite- to be so well-masked that no one knew a thing about him: the things heâd been through, the memories he had, the scars he bore- both physically and mentallyâŚ
But here he was nowâŚa girl in his room and two glasses of wine. Leader had never been a drinker; it made him too vulnerable, too unaware, too dependent on anyone besides himself.
With Hero in the room, though, twirling wine in her glass as if the liquid were a sea of diamonds she couldnât wait to adorn, nothing else mattered to him.
âVillain could never give me the life you have.â
âAh, breaking out the sappiness, are we?â Hero took a sip of her wine now, and Leader suddenly realized that he never saw Hero pour herself drink. Had he really been so distracted? âI think the sappiness deserves a place in time, especially when it sometimes leads to kisses. Does it lead to kisses now, Leader?â
He didnât have to say a word back. Leader set his glass down before reaching to Hero, grabbing her glass, and setting it beside his own. He held his hands out and waited for Hero to take hold of them before hoisting her in. âI love you, you know that?â
Hero smiled against his chest. âI love you, too.â
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Iâll be on vacation this weekend and probably wonât be doing too much writing, but want to have something to keep in mind! One of these is already drafted đ
I present to you /*âŚa vampire snippet. Yippee! Tough themes: character death, a little bit of blood- not descriptive, possessive and manipulative villain. Arguably not the worst, but worth mentioning :p
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âHero, we need to-â Loverâs voice was cut off with a loud bang. Hero would have screamed if her ears hadnât rang out first, but the sound was so loud that any and all processors went out the window.
In a daze, she looked behind her. What happened? What was that sound? Was it really Loverâs voice she heard? Where was he? Hero held her head to settle the swaying of her vision.
âI warned him.â The footsteps entering her room was what drew her attention to Lover.
A shrill gasp filled her ears. It was her. Her gasp. Loverâs body. Her tears. On his red chest.
She found him, and oh, how she wished she hadnât.
âNo,â she heard herself say. âNo, no, no, no, no!â
âHe could have left. I gave him the opportunity to, but oh no. Poor. Hero.â
Hero couldnât stop the noâs from spilling. She tripped over them, mumbled and groaned and cried, rocked back on her heels and rested her knees against Loverâs back. âSay something. Lover, stay with me, please.â
She hadnât paid attention as to where the steps came from, where they were going, or even where they stopped. If she had been paying attention, she would know the footsteps stopped where Loverâs head lay, where she was crying and shaking her partnerâs body. So much hope, and what for?
âCome on, up you get.â
Hero wasnât sure of the words leaving her mouth. All she knew was that she was screaming so hard that her voice could no longer be heard. Not by herself, not by the man hefting her over a shoulder, and certainly not by Lover, who Hero now realized was in a pool of something glistening.
The moonlight filtered through so perfectly through Heroâs room at night. It only brightened her room after 3am, so she didnât get to bask in it often. Had the circumstances been different tonight, Hero would have ran to her window and watched the moon until she could hardly keep her eyes open. The light was bright enough to lull her to sleep, and dim enough that it barely reminded her of what she was as it touched her skin.
âYou canât leave him! You canât leave!â The pool, she finally realized, was blood. Lover was bleeding out. Of course, his chest was red earlier, when she pressed her head aside it, but Hero thoughtâŚwell, Hero was in shock. She didnât think anything.
âThe money is in bringing you back alive. No matter for anything else.â
The word âmoneyâ did not register in Heroâs brain. This man was being paid to kidnap her by any means necessary, including killing Lover and leaving him to rot on the floor of their bedroom.
She swung her legs into her captorâs legs, trying to aim higher or lower- wherever his more sensitive spots were. She felt disoriented, but she punched and kicked and kneed and-
âYou keep doing that and youâre not going to like the consequences.â
But Hero wasnât good at listening, especially when it came down to large, burly men carrying her over a shoulder. She screamed, âPut me down!â until there was a rasp in her voice.
The man obliged, bouncing his shoulder so that Heroâs body became unhooked from his own. However, he kept hold of her legs so that they acted as a fulcrum. Heroâs body fell back and she had only a moment to realize that she was about to hit the ground.
In the next moment, Hero was opening her eyes against weights on her lashes. She was tired- so tired.
âYou look unwell. Go back to sleep, doll.â
Her eyes were already half-closed by the time the voice spoke. She easily agreed with it. She didnât feel well, as much as she was sure she looked unwell.
But then again, her eyes were opened, and though she was unsure whether it was the same moment, or another undetermined amount of time, she wasnât susceptible to suggestion.
A groan escaped her lips as she drearily blinked. All she could focus on was the intense throbbing at the back of her head. Hero touched a finger to it. She gasped, not at the pain which erupted at her own touch, but at the fact that everything she thought she remembered, every hazy detail, was real. âLover.â
âNot quite.â
Her head snapped up, taking in the room she sat in for the first time. And not just the room. Villain.
âWhere am I?â she demanded, though her voice shook.
The room was grey, and Hero could only tell by the hand-width slit in the wall, which allowed for one beam of sunlight to come through. Aside from Villain standing across the beam of light, the room was empty.
âYouâre home, with me,â Villain said. When Hero didnât respond, he continued, âI heard you put up quite the fight.â
Why wouldnât she? Large men walking into her room after her partner justâŚâWhere is he?â
Villain returned her question with a smile. With just the barest daylight seeping through, Hero could only slightly see the wicked teeth that scared her away so long ago, the ones she found her tongue rubbing against in her own mouth. She recoiled from herself.
âYou think Lover was your friend?â
âHe was my partner.â
He began stepping forward, slowly, as if preparing to comfort Hero. âHe was hindering you, my sweet, from your full potential.â
Her gums were throbbing, something that hadnât happened since she and Lover became an item. Even when the man broke in, Hero felt more confused than fearful or defensive.
âYou cannot change what you are.â
âI wouldnât even be this if it wasnât for you,â she bit back. Her gums hurt badly enough that a short whine escaped her.
âDo you know why it hurts?â Villain asked. âYour head, your gums, Loverâs death?â
Death? No, he wasnât dead. Sure, he was injured, and badly at that, but no, Lover wasnât dead; he couldnât be.
âItâs because you ran, Hero. I was willing to help you adjust, to grow into what you are, but you refuse to embrace it. You want that pain to go away, donât you?â
Her pain had nothing to do with her running. If anything, she should have run away so much sooner. In fact, never knowing Villain would have been the best. He was a predator, a killing machine. And now, Hero was just the same- or would be, if she didnât choose to control her urges.
âIâve dealt with the pain for long enough.â And it was true, she had. âI donât need to conform to it, or whatever it is youâre trying to convince me to do. I donât need this,â she said. âI donât need you.â
âYou love me,â the villain said. âAnd I know you do because I can feel your heart beating from here.â Here, being two feet away from her. Still, it was a distance that no regular human would sense a heartbeat from.
âI am terrorized by you. I am horrified and Iâm scared.â She didnât want to give him the upper hand or any advantage of the situation, but what didnât Villain already have? He was suave and he got his way with anyone. He was strong- mentally and physically, and it wasnât just because of his theory of âleaning into vampirism.â He killed Lover- no, not killed. He hurt Lover, and Hero was going to get him back.
âYouâre still thinking of the mortal.â
âGet out of my head.â
âYou can come back to me, Hero. That- that temptation is gone, and Iâm here for you. Iâll help you adjust.â
âStay away from me,â she blurted as Villain took a step towards her. âStay away from me. I donât want you. I will never love you, Villain. Never.â
Now thisâŚthis stopped Villain in his tracks. While his emotions were known for being hidden, now they were ever clear. Anger. Disgust. Vengeance.
âYouâll learn,â he said. âYouâll learn that you need me more than the very blood in your veins. When youâre starved- because you donât have that little blood bag you called Lover- you will beg me to love you like I did. Youâll beg me to give you another chance. And because I wonât bow to you, bow to you like I did the moment I turned you, youâll stand in that window until you burn.â
Hero felt the heat of him, the anger pulsating against the beating of her heart. Whether she liked it or not, the two of them were synced.
âWhen you fall, it will be no oneâs fault but your own. I offered my love. You denied it.â
With this, Villain left, and Hero cried in his wake.
Hello!! I just read your part 2 to âSpare Himâ and I just wanted to say you are such a talented and amazing writer! I could feel the emotions of Hero and how heartbreaking everything was in her situation and villainâs betrayal like give the girl a break villain𼚠The way you write literally can make me imagine another world im reading in a book! It was so so so good and enjoyable to read and kept me hooked the entire time bc of Villain being so highkey cryptic of everything đđ
Been a very big fan of ur writing for quite a long time now and its just getting better each time you write a story! â¤ď¸
also just wanted to ask! will you be making a part 3 to this? and if so i would so so love to read it!
Have a great day ahead! always keep urself hydrated:))
- anon
I hoarded this message because it is just so sweet and has continuously made my day. Writing is a huge passion of mine and although I donât require the praise, itâs always so heavily appreciated.
With that said, I am absolutely writing another part to this, but I unfortunately wonât be posting it on Tumblr. Iâm turning this story into a manuscript for publication, so keep your eye out on any announcements ;)
Thank you always for the support and kind words <3
Could you please write something like Hero let Villain rest at Heroâs house after Villain was beaten up and half dead injured, but Villain sneaked out Heroâs house as soon as they regained consciousness and when they were still burning up because they thought they were such a burden, now Hero had to find Villain in the rain and persuade them they were not a burden at all
Golden Boy
(A/N) This sat in my inbox for a MINUTE. I got a little behind đ¤ but Iâm here! I made it. I did it. I gotâŚ*drumroll* a Kindle Scribe! Best device I have ever owned and I have written, not one, but TWO stories in just one day. This is just one of them. Thank you all for your continued support. Hereâs some well-earned fluff (enjoy it while it lasts- you know me).
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âVillain, are you insane? Youâll freeze out here in the rain!â
Sure, Villain heard the hero- loud and clear, actually- but she had to keep walking. Her leg stung badly, and Villain wasnât sure she would make it, but she was alive. She could push through. All she had to do was-
â-Villain!â
Her breath caught in her throat and she choked back a cry as she collapsed. Her leg. God, how it hurt.
Rain poured down on Villain, pelting her face and loosening her bandages, though clinging against her skin all the same. The pain of everything should have made her sick, but all she could focus on was Heroâs footsteps growing faster. She wasnât his problem, so why was he running to her?
âVillain. Villain, hey. Are you alright?â His footsteps began to slow. She grimaced, wondering why he couldnât just leave her alone.
âI donât need your help,â she seethed.
He ignored her- blatantly. His hands were placed delicately on her shoulders, tugging at her and trying to convince her to turn and face him.
âDonât touch me,â Villain snapped, and she gulped at the pain in her stomach as she twisted away from Hero.
âSorry. Sorry, Iâm sorry.â His words were rushed. âDid I hurt you?â
He wasnât worried for her. He couldnât be. âIs it that difficult to believe a girl doesnât want to be stalked in the dark by a man and be dragged back to a home that isnât hers?â This, of course, wasnât the problem. Her own home didnât come with a medic, or any first aid for that matter.
She faced him now, only to see him gnaw at the dead skin of his bottom lip. His gaze fell to a puddle forming on the road beside Villain, and she could see something like remorse glint in his eyes- or maybe it was just the rain.
âIâm sorry. I wasnât thinking. I just- what are you doing out here? I heard a noise in the kitchen and by the time I could throw my boxers on, youâd already gone out the front door.â
âOh, donât do that. Pretend you care andâŚâ She trailed off, her voice sharp as she made an attempt to stand. It burned, stung, and throbbed, but she pushed, pushed, pushed until the pain was so great that she ultimately collapsed again.
Something pulled- her skin, and it was warm where it ripped.
âYou reopened the wound. Let me take you back, Villain.â He held his hand out to help, but Villain rejected it with a swat of her hand. âYou need re-bandaged and then you need to rest.â He didnât touch her shoulder this time, didnât offer a hand again, but he looked at her. Looked at her like he was pleading with her.
âSo what? So I can use up all your medical supplies? I- I can bleed on your couch and-â
âBed,â he corrected, âand yes, so you can do all those things and more. Whatever you need if it makes you better. You really think I care about inventory and dirty sheets?â
Villain rolled her eyes. âYou donât need to pretend you care about me. I already know Iâm the last person you want laying on your couch.â
Hero opened his mouth to speak, but Villain beat him to it.
âBed,â she corrected this time. Villain took a deep breath and held it deep in her chest before making a second attempt to stand. Somehow, despite the open, bleeding wound in her stomach, and the pain of her battered leg, she managed to stand this time. Painfully, she began stumbling away on her own.
âYouâre not a burden, you know?â Heroâs voice was muffled by the rain between them, but she heard well enough to stop in her tracks. He struck a chord.
Instead of accepting it, she bit back. âBet thatâs real easy for you to say, Golden Boy.â Her voice was breaking. The pain throughout her body was becoming impossible to ignore. She swallowed. Could Hero even hear her? Did it matter? She should keep walking, Villain thought, but Heroâs voice stopped her before she could.
âWho made you feel this way about yourself?â His voice was closer than Villain expected, having just walked away from him. When did he come so close?
A breath whistled from between her parted lips. When did she become so tired? And when did she place her arm on Heroâs arm for support?
âMaybe it was me,â Villain said. âDonât they say youâre your own worst critic?â She tried to chuckle, tried to show defiance at the first sign of care, but she coughed instead. Perhaps she should have taken it as a sign, but Villain was stubborn. She didnât feel she deserved Hero, not with as many problems as she came with. âGo home, Hero. Take your boxers off and enjoy your silk sheets.â
Hero looked down at her now, one eyebrow raised. âI donât have silk sheets.â
âYou do. In the closet, across the hall.â She was running out of breath.
He hummed. âYou found clean sheets and remade my bed before deciding you were too much. What an awful being you are. How horrible. How terrible and-â
âSmart-ass doesnât fit you,â Villain rasped. âAnd neither do those boxers. Not from that dusty old closet, too, are they? Her hand brushed against his bare chest as she felt her eyes slip back, and she shuddered awake, feeling the goosebumps along his skin- a reminder that it was cold and raining, and that her clothes were soaked and bloodyâŚâWill you walk me back?â Her voice was barely a whisper.
âWill you run off again?â
âWouldnât dream of it. What if your blanket slips and I see something I donât want to see?â Out of breath, out of breath. Breathe. Breathe, Villain. Was she talking to herself or was Hero talking to her?
âAs if you wouldnât be the one pulling it off before you left.â Hero was already turning around and supporting Villain as she matched his actions.
âRight.â It was all Villainâs lungs had the capacity to say. She would banter later, when Hero was changing her bandages in the morning- on her stomach and leg, places sheâd have to lift her clothes or pull them down in order to see and access.
Villain hummed, and for a second time she woke herself up from her exhaustion, jolting and grasping at Heroâs chest. She hadnât meant to hum at her own thoughts.
âWhat are you thinking about?â They were already at the front door. Hero must have left it open, assuming he would be returning with Villain in hand.
âI know that youâre sleepy. Here, lay down. I need to change your bandages first.â
And so the night went, Villainâs bandages were changed, and she swore not to run off again. She swore, too, once Hero left the bedroom, that she wouldnât let herself dream of the golden boy in boxers, running in the rain to tell her sheâs not a burden. She refused, but then hadnât she also refused refuge?
Yet here she was. Fresh, silk sheets- though perhaps a little dusty from the closet- on a thick-foamed mattress and a boy without boxers in the next room over.
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Hero was silent as Villain led her down various corridors of his palace. He had left his audience of council members without a word, and cued his guard to follow along with his free hand. Now, Hero just wondered where they were going. She expected Villain would keep her locked up with the petty thieves and criminals, but they were going up stairs, not down.
She focused on Villain's fingers as they walked, and it wasn't until now that she noticed his knuckles were pink instead of white. He loosened his grip. When? Hero wasn't sure, but this sight was more familiar than the calloused king in the throne room. This touch, this lead, was welcoming, but she couldn't become accustomed to it again. It would be too foolish.
"You may leave us," Villain stated as the three of them approached a door on the right side of a long hall. There were four more doors past the one they stood at, and two behind, while the left side of the hall held the same seven doors.
"Your Majesty-"
"You may leave." Not a request, a demand. This tone would never be usual to Hero. It would never be the tone she expected to hear. His tone hurt, a quill against the drum of her ear, sharp and stinging and sudden. It made her stomach turn.
The guard didn't attempt to argue further. Hero wanted to ask, Would you have hurt him if he didn't leave? Would you have killed him for disobeying? Alas, she remained silent.
Anger would have better suit her situation. Screaming and demanding, beating Villain's chest with her fists. She wished to have her childlike rage back, when her brothers would mix mud into her perfumes or ripping her teabag when she wasn't looking so she would get a mouthful of herbs upon her next drink. Oh, they made her furious.
More than nothing else, she wanted this fury. Instead, she had become tame over the years, questioning her emotions before responding to them. Sometimes, she pondered so long that she couldn't even react in the face of her brother's murder. Sometimes, that was today.
She strode through the now-open door, not even noticing that Villain had entirely released her, walking in alone and leaving her alone in the hall. He didn't demand she follow, just waited with his back against a bedframe that stretched to the ceiling.
Walking into the room further, she noticed an abundance of decorations: tapestries on the walls, rugs beneath the bed and desk, and wooden knickknacks...knickknacks. Those were from Hero; she gave them to him during his last visit, before...
"You kept them."
Looking to Villain, he only nodded. In the throne room, amusement lit Villain's eyes. Now, Hero couldn't see his eyes at all. He wouldn't look at her, much less meet her curious gaze. "He asked me to," he finally said, ignoring her remark about his knickknacks altogether.
"What?"
"Close the door."
Hero obliged, shutting it with a soft thunk. She stood by the door, still, feeling safer by it than being any closer to Villain than need be. He was going to have me executed.
"Your brother. It was the only way to stall your father."
"Villain, what are you talking about?" Whatever it was, could she even trust what he said? Her palms were sweating with anticipation of what he would say next.
"I didn't believe him at first- i didn't want to, but he had these letters, and they had your faither's stamp." Villain's back left the bedpost as he began pacing about the room. His demeanor was panicked, and Hero felt her emotions arising without the time to process them. Tears welled in her eyes, and in her confusion, she wasn't sure why.
"Villain, stop. Stop, I don't know what you're saying." Hero reached behind her to touch the door, to feel anything solid.
"Do you remember my father falling ill." Hero shook her head, despite her recollections. Villain's father had fallen ill upon their last visit to Hero's kingdom. The king came down with fevers and hallucinations. He spoke of his heart beating as quickly as horses' hooves running into battle. He fell into a sleep one day, and though Hero expected a sweat to break across his forehead, one never did. Her own father grimaced and cold it a case of bad weather. It had been dreary and cold, after all.
"My father was poisoned. It wasn't the rain, Hero."
"Did you see it happen?"
"No, but your brother-"
Horror clutched Hero's heart. "Is that why you killed him. You thought he killed your father?" Hero didn't doubt that his father may have been killed, but by her older brother? "You are despicable and you..." She was already pushing the door open, ready to leave, to dart down any hall she had to in order to leave. Learning her brother was killed for nothing almost felt as though he was being killed again.
"Hero, listen to me." His body was in front of her in a flash and his arm held the door. "It was your father, and your brother knew it."
"Nothing you are saying is making any sense. My father would never kill the king of another country without good reason. We were betrothed, Villain." Betrothed since Hero was born; they're kingdoms were always meant to become allies. It wouldn't make since for her father to kill Villain's. There was already an alliance.
"I know, I know. The pieces are scattered. Your brother's words were lost on me, too, but come here. I have the letters from your father."
Hero was reluctant to leave the door she stood by. She didn't trust Villain well enough to leave her one and only escape behind. But then...where would she escape to? Villain had always been faster than her when growing up, and that was as children playing games, not kings chasing runaway prisoners.
Villain seemed to pick up on her hesitancy because he volunteered, "I can bring them to you?" He was already at his desk, clutching papers between trembling hands. His gaze was soft, and Hero found her own gaze meeting the knickknacks on his desk again. Was it possible he was the same boy now that Hero gave those to then?
She nodded.
Villain's jaw clenched as he turned his head to the side with closed eyes. His expression spoke of pain. Hero watched the lump in his throat bob before he gently shook his head, opened his eyes, and began to walk over.
Her palms were hot as she clenched her fists and her shoulders ached with the tenseness strung between them. A knot formed in her throat, as large as Villain's adam's apple. She thought she was going to choke on it as Villain's arm brushed her own. He was leaning in, holding the papers out in front of either of them.
"I'm going to share these with you, but you can't speak about it outside of this room." He paused before gently asking, "Do you understand?"
Again, Hero nodded voicelessly. She felt as though she was in a dream, a sick dream which haunted her, gripped her throat, and wouldn't let her go. Was this real? Was any of this real?
"Your brother found these, trying to play a harmless prank on your father- stuff feathers in his boots; you know how he was."
And so Hero did. She almost felt a smile tug at her lips. She could imagine the scene:
Everyone would be in their chambers, bathing, and dressing for the night. Hero would be on her balcony, looking at the moon, stars, and clouds. Her sweet and mischievous brother would poke his head out of his own door and warn her to stay inside.
âWhat did you do now?â she would ask him.
He would smile and say, âStop worrying, wonât you?â
âFather is going to have enough of you one of these days.â Did he? Was Villain telling the truth? It wouldn't explain why villain was the one that killed her brother, but maybe there trily was more to the story than a senseless betrayal.
"-council is fitting for my style of ruling. You are blunt, unlike my own family and council.â
"Wait, wait I wasn't listening." Without thinking, she took the papers from Villain's hands, brushing her fingers against his own. She read and read until, âOne of my lords has a garden for the Assassinâs Keep. My wife has always found the flowers unknowingly pretty; it would not be difficult to harvest someâŚBut the lordâs garden is poison.â This last sentence was Heroâs own. âHe has been keeping poison in his chambers so acclimate her to their beauty. She would have never thought differently of them.â
âKeep reading,â Villain encouraged.
âI donât-â Hero couldnât read any more. Where would it lead? If she kept reading and learned her father really did want to kill Hero family off- âI left my brother, Villain. I have to go back for him.â
Hero turned on a heel, papers clutched tightly in her fist. As her hand reached the door, Villainâs hand stopped her.
âI canât let you go back.â
âVillain-â
âI will send someone to search for your brother, but itâs not safe for you to return.â
âBut he has no one to-â
âFor all we know, your father has already started a search party, and what do you think they will do when they find you?â
Well, Hero hadnât considered that. If her father did want her dead, whatever soldier was in charge of finding her wouldnât bring her home; they would kill her on the spot, say they found her dead in the woods- much like her own father possibly blaming the kingâs death on the weather. It reminded herâŚShe circled back to Villainâs desk with the papers still in hand. Hero thought now, if Villain truly was the nefarious one in all this, well, she was alive now, wasnât she? Maybe there was some truth behind his words.
âWhat does your father have to do with this?â she mumbled as she skimmed. âHere.â Hero wasnât sure why she was pointing it out as if Villain didnât already know. In any case, she began to read aloud again. âThe king is soft- focused too heavily on friendliness than actually protecting his peopleâŚWho is this even addressed to?â In her frenzy, Hero didnât even think to look until now.
Gods, where was her mind? She was once a child full of reactions, then a young lady with a reserved mind, then a daughter- now sister- in mourning, then a prisoner kneeling beneath a sword, and now a woman so desperate for the truth that she couldnât think straight to retrieve it.
She skimmed the words as she flipped back to the beginning. Surely, the papers were out of order by now. Hero certainly wasnât keeping track.
âVillain, you killed him.â She slammed the papers down. Hero couldnât let herself forget this no matter who was involved. Villain still killed her brother. None of these letters could explain that.
Villain drew a breath at this time. âHow about I leave you here tonight? You can look at your fatherâs letters without me breathing down your neck.â
Hero looked up. âWill you be back?â
âBefore morning.â Villain nodded to the vastness of the room. âItâs not appropriate to emerge from a room that is not his.â
This was Villainâs room. It made sense; he had a nice desk, rugs, wall decor, a large bed, the knick-knacks Hero gifted him, amongst many other things. It looked much like Heroâs room back at home. But, âWhy have the kingâs chambers in the middle of the hall?â
âMy council said itâs an unpredictable location. Among their own hall, Iâll never be expected.â His lips drew tight and his nose wrinkled as his brows pinched. âPersonally, I think it puts me more at risk. After all, a council is not made up of soldiers.â
âWhy would your own council put you in that position?â
He shrugged. âKeep reading. I will see you before sunrise. Best you lock the door when you leave.â
âWhere will you sleep?â
âRecently, itâs easier for me to sleep with my eyes open. Rummage as you will. My room was always meant to be yours anyway.â
Betrothed. Villain and Hero were always meant to marry. It was meant to unite their kingdoms. If it was already agreed upon, and Hero and Villain were even in agreement, why would her father throw it all away?
She looked to the papers on the desk, sprawled out where she had thrown them. âThe key?â
âLook around what youâre familiar with.â
Thoughtlessly, she lifted two of the three knick-knacks. Under one was a small key.
âIâll slide a clover under the door when Iâm ready to come in. Donât open the door for anyone else.â He turned his back to her, and left with a final, âSleep well, Hero,â in his wake.
