I don’t know where we are in the grand scheme of things, but I just wanna be hugging you tonight. 💔

“Oh, my,” the vampire murmured. “Darling, you’re soaked.”

The human shivered, trying to wrap her thin cardigan tighter around herself. It didn’t do much. She still still felt like she was all cold, and all see-through, even if the way the vampire looked at her made her insides light with its own sort of fire. 

The conversation had gone something like knock:

Knock knock. 

“I - I’m sorry to bother you. I crashed my car, a few miles down the road,” the human said. “I need somewhere to stay.”

“But of course you do,” the vampire said. “I have spare bedrooms. I can have a warm fire lit for you. A good hot meal. Some wine. How’s that?”

“T-thank you.”

The human had stepped in, and the woman - the vampire - had stepped in close with hunger on her face. She was all red lips and dark, dark eyes. Beautiful. Graceful. Probably a bad idea, but the human had heard about this place and the lady of the castle. Ancient, occasionally cruel, but always fair. She knew the price. She would survive the night, and be well looked after, and in return she would give a little blood. It was cheaper than most motels. 

The stories talked about how lovely the lady was, but stories seemed like a poor rendition for the human’s poor gay hammering heart.

The vampire reached out, brushing the human’s cardigan away from her shoulder. It was an over-sized thing, and slipped down easily. The human’s hair followed, tucked spilling behind her back, revealing her throat. 

The human blinked, and the vampire smiled - like the human had done that on purpose. Her teeth were wicked lovely.

“Come,” the vampire said. She walked away, with a probably practiced but certainly seductive, sway of her lips. “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”

The human followed.

The room was everything she imaged, all velvet old-fashioned loveseats that made her feel like she was in a period drama. A fire was already crackling merrily, just as promised, and there was a decanter sitting alongside. 

“You lean into the aesthetic, huh?” the human said. 

“You love it,” the vampire said. “It’s what everyone comes here for.”

Maybe it was. Maybe it was mutually beneficial. But dear lord...the human bit her lip, shucking her cardigan off the rest of the way. She still had her dress, tights and boots, and yet she felt strangely vulnerable. 

“My car really did break down,” the human protested. “You’re not exactly near down.”

“Cars break a lot down here. Bad roads.”

“That you?”

The vampire simply smiled, and crooked a finger. 

The human walked over, sitting down on the loveseat next to the vampire. The evening that followed was slow, intimate, electric-sharp and all hazy at the edges too. 

That time, her car really did break down. 

May you write some flirty!villain x hero?

If you don't want to it's okay, have a nice week!

“My eyes are up here, darling,” the villain purred. 

“Your eyes,” the hero bit out, even as they felt their face colour, “are not the parts of you liable to kill me.” They kept their gaze locked on the villain’s hands - capable as they were of quick, lethal movements. A magician. Now you see your life, and oh whoops, now you don’t in a moment of misdirection. 

The villain laughed.  “Don’t worry, I like what I see too.”

“No, that’s not-” the hero paused. They liked what they saw. What? Their stare shot up on instinct to try and read the villain’s expression. 

In that instant, the hero flicked a hand and power shot out from their fingertips, twining around the hero’s body and yanking them trapped in the air. 

The villain’s expression? Smiling. Definitely smiling. 

The hero cursed and launched into struggling.

The villain sauntered closer in the meanwhile, leisurely now that there was less risk of getting punched in the face, and stopped in front of the hero. They considered the hero’s thrashing for a moment, hands on their hips.

“Really,” the villain said, “who comes up with your costumes? They’re practically a public service. Very distracting. Is it a conspiracy?” 

“Let me down!”

“Oh, relax. My powers would never have got past your shields if there was malevolent intent behind the action. At least not according to my file.”

That was...true, but...the hero stared at them, wide-eyed.

“So, you’re new, huh?” the villain asked. “I haven’t seen you around much before.”

“I can’t decide if that’s interrogation or a terrible pick up line.”

The villain grinned. “Can’t it be both?”

The hero swallowed, staring at the villain, uncertainly.  “You’re not very professional, are you?”

“This isn’t work. More of a...hobby.” The villain continued to study them. “A social call.”

“A social call?”

“I wanted to see what I was up against. I’m not here to fight you. At least, not this time. I heard you were assigned to me.”

“Right,” the hero said. “And what do you think you’re up against?”

Their gaze’s met, the villain’s heated enough that the hero felt their breath catch. They swallowed, and could feel the way the villain tracked that movement to. They were suddenly very aware that the uniform they’d been given was...well, the costume department said it was tight so it didn’t impede their movements. Suddenly they were wondering if there really wasn’t more to it.

“Someone I’d quite like to be up against, if you know what I mean.”

The hero spluttered. “That’s an awful pun.” 

“You’re blushing.”

“No I’m not!”

The villain raised a brow.

“Yeah, well,” the hero floundered. “Your outfit is ridiculous!”

“Oh, please, I look fantastic.”

The hero scowled, because the villain did. Evil shouldn’t be allowed to be that gorgeous. They’d never seen the villain in person before, only ever as a far off speck on the TV.

 The villain laughed, their amusement only seeming to grow. Their gaze continued to roam. 

“My eyes,” the hero said, only a little breathlessly, “are up here.”

They stared at each other. 

“I think,” the villain said, reaching out to trail a hand up the hero’s side. “That we’re going to have a lot of fun together. Don’t you?”

Hello there, dear travellers!

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I’m a wannabe writer. I have few books and novels in progress. Requests are like challenges for me. I’m trying to do my best and I’m really happy that someone wants to read my stuff.

WHAT I WRITE Basically almost anything you’ll request! Prompts, fanfics, headcanons, poetry! Don’t be shy or worry about getting specific! It can be short story with protagonist and antagonist, hero and villain, vampires, werewolves, witches or humans. These are just some common ideas to  If you want fanfic with specific character from anime, just tell me their name. I don’t know every single one, but here’s few fandoms I’m part of - bnha, bsd, aot, kakegurui and jjk.

“Tch.” The antagonist tutted, crouching down in front of the spy. “I told them not to touch your pretty face. They’ll suffer for that.” 

The antagonist traced the spy’s split lip with their thumb, and the spy was tempted to bite, just for the audacity. But they didn’t get this far without learning when to pick their battles. Any reprieve to catch their breath, to steel themselves, to not be in pain would only make them stronger.

“I can handle the face,” the spy said. “I’d have preferred they kept away from my internal organs.”

The antagonist hummed, gaze dropping down. They hooked their hand around the hem of the spy’s shirt, lifting it to assess the damage. “You’ll live. No internal damage, just a few broken ribs.”

“You a doctor?” 

“As if you don’t know.” The antagonist gave them a half amused, half chiding look. “You know all my secrets, don’t you, gorgeous? Your employers wouldn’t have ordered you kill me if they didn’t think you’d got everything of value from me alive.”

The protagonist did know. The antagonist had indeed been a doctor for many years, before they vanished into the ether and became the creature in front of them now.

“So, don’t worry.” The antagonist dropped their shirt. “I’ve never killed anyone by accident.”

The protagonist knew that too. Maybe, if they didn’t know that, didn’t know as much as they did, the job would have been successful. But, instead, they hesitated. They were a spy, their job was focused on gathering intelligence, making sure the right people on their side had the right information at the right time. It was rare to get a kill order. There were assassins better suited to that line of work. 

But the antagonist was a rare creature, difficult to get close to, and there had been a shot. A shot that the spy had blown. Because they were dumb enough to think...

“Tell me.” The antagonist stayed crouched in front of them, voice low, as if this was an intimate conversation just between the two of them and there weren’t a dozen armed guards outside the door. “Why did you hesitate?”

The spy said nothing. They kept their expression blank on instinct. 

The guards who had interrogated them had plenty of questions - who are you working for, how did you get in, what have you told your people, who are you - but the question of why they had hesitated hadn’t come up. It had been the smallest of seconds, just long enough for the antagonist’s sharp gaze to cut to them in the rafters and for everything to go to hell. The spy’s own people wouldn’t have guessed at hesitation. 

The antagonist smiled, crooked at one corner, at the response. “Oh, come on. You could have killed me. I’ve looked up your files - you’re very good. More than capable of making the shot. Excellent scores on all your tests. No need to be stoic, I’m very impressed. Any schmuck can cause pain, but you...” 

“Maybe I’m just good at tests.”

“They wouldn’t have sent you after me if that were true.” 

The spy said nothing, because there was nothing they could say. The antagonist was absolutely correct.

The antagonist sighed, getting up and going to the metal table in the corner. 

The spy tensed, expecting them to return with a knife or something else equally unpleasant. The antagonist returned with a damp warm cloth that they used to start dabbing the spy’s face clean of blood. 

It was probably a trick. A different ploy to pain, one that the spy would really have to be an amateur to fall for. Still. 

“You’re right,” the spy said, softly. “I know all your secrets. Of course I couldn’t kill you.”

The antagonist paused, their stare piercing deep into the spy’s soul. The spy held the attention calmly despite their pounding heart. The antagonist’s hand started moving after barely a falter, meticulous and gentle in its care. The warm cloth, combined with the cool fingers, felt delightful against the spy’s aching skull. 

The spy pushed the feeling away. 

“Let me go,” the spy pressed, leaning in, the words barely above a breath. “You don’t want me dead, but you know what they’ll do to me. My face will be the least of our worries.”

What the spy had learned was that the antagonist had been a doctor, a brilliant surgeon, and then one day they vanished. Taken by their new employers. Trained up, polished into something wicked vicious. The pieces had been there before, no doubt, the unflinching ability to look at suffering and cut through bone and muscle if needed. But the antagonist wasn’t a bad person. Possibly lacking any capacity for remorse or guilt, but not bad. They didn’t enjoy causing hurt. They weren’t especially out to screw anyone over. 

The antagonist was a figurehead. A shiny symbol of what their employer’s wanted. It could be easier or harder to be a symbol, but regardless one didn’t get much choice in the matter. 

"You know I can’t do that. My boss isn’t done with you yet. They want all those not-about-me secrets you have floating about in that clever little brain of yours. Besides.” The antagonist shrugged. “Even if I untied you, you wouldn’t get very far. They’d just drag you back and there’s a line after which ‘roughed up’ will no longer be a good look on you, gorgeous. You’re fine.” The antagonist had such a terrible knowing in their voice, at odds with that shrug as if none of it mattered. “You won’t be fine if you try to run.”

“I might not get caught. I’m very good. Your words.” They wet their lips, feeling the sting. “You could come with me. Then they really wouldn’t be able to stop us, would they? I bet we’d make a great team.”

The antagonist laughed, but it wasn’t quite so amused anymore. More sad. “You have all the information but I can see why you’re not in the division for applying the pieces of that.” They dropped the cloth, carelessly, now that all of the obvious signs of breakage were gone from the spy’s face. “You know all my secrets, lovely.” The antagonist raised a brow, back to flirty, voice a purr as if secrets were not a deadly thing. “Why would I ever let you go?” 

They rose to their feet, entire posture changing into something sleek and dangerous, the reputation to bring down nations, as they buzzed the intercom - promptly rattling off a diagnosis of exactly what their guards could and should do to make the spy break, every weak point they had identified in the ‘examination’, and exactly what not to do unless they wanted to lose limbs. And, when all was done...

The antagonist glanced over them, one hand still holding down the com.  “Once you’ve got what’s needed, sedate our gorgeous new guest and bring them to my quarters. I’ll take care of them from there, if you know what I mean.”

There was laughter from outside the room. Ugly, jeering. 

There was none of it in the antagonist’s eyes, even as they tossed the spy a wink and marched out. 

5. Walk with your keys in your hands and keep a key between each finger

6. If they put you in the trunk kick out the headlights

E.g.

If your gut is telling you to cross the street or change your path, do it. Don’t risk it. Your body knows.

If you can, buy a large umbrella and walk holding it. Studies say that predators are less likely to attempt an attack on someone that could fight back. Keys around your knuckles is fine but you’ll need to get very close to do damage. Umbrellas are more precise.

Avoid wearing headphones if you are alone on an empty street. Look aware.

Again: Stay. Away. From. Walls.

Entering an uber alone? Call your father (or anyone you trust) and say “hey dad! Yep, I’m almost there, I’m sending you the route.” outloud. Then proceed to send them the route so they can follow the uber drive. This will most likely intimidate the predator.

If you see someone in an uncomfortable or possibly dangerous situation, walk up to them and say “Betty, oh my god, I haven’t seen you in so long!”. If she gets slightly confused, you can whisper and let her know you’re trying to help and that she should follow along. Walk together to another station or away from where you are. The man will most likely not follow. I have done this one 2 times and can be very helpful.

If you are unsure she needs help, you can pass her a note saying something like “hey, I noticed this man beside you is making you uncomfortable. If you’d like help, fake a sneeze right now and I will come up to you and pretend we are friends.” This is a long note, but its an example. Be discrete. If she follows along, proceed with the previous tip. This is helpful when you’re in a crowded train and you notice harassment.