Hundreds of times she’d dreamed of Hero being in this position—Villain would certainly be able to kill her then!—but the true reality of it sunk to the bottom of her stomach. Hero was unconscious when Villain needed her most. They were floating together in the same ridiculous white circle—Villain didn’t know what it was called. All she knew was that as she tumbled off the side of the ship during the storm, Captain threw it at her and screamed for her to get Hero on it, too.

But she didn’t know how to swim, she’d never been the one receiving the siren song, and she definitely didn’t know what to do.

“How are you liking your legs, Villain?” Friend snickered, batting her to the left with her tail.

A second smacked her back to other way, smiling sinisterly as she giggled. “Join us in the water, you can be a siren again~”

Friend held onto the float. “We can take the human with us, too~”

“Go away!” Villain kicked at her, but her struggling only made the posse of murderous sirens laugh harder, splashing her with water as they flicked their tails around and batted her to and fro. “You did this to me, didn’t you?!” Friend only smiled deeper, and Villain’s anger only grew.

Her only friend was the reason for all of this! Her only friend in the whole world had taken her tail—had stripped her of her home, her powers, and her dignity—and now she was laughing?! Giggling as if it were some sort of game. It was easy for sirens like her with beautiful scales and effortless skills of seduction; Friend was the type of siren who didn’t ever let banishment cross her mind because the thought of her ever struggling to kill a measly, weak pirate woman was incomprehensible.

“I helped you!” Friend cackled. “You wanted to be with Hero so badly, so I made it possible. Now the two of you can die together~” She grabbed Hero, and Villain smacked her away, holding onto Hero with one hand and the float with the other.

Nobody but her was ever going to kill Hero. If anybody was going to do it, then Villain would ensure she’d be the one stealing her last, beautiful breath. She would travel to the underworld and drag Hero back to life a million times to ensure that she was the one to kill her. Not any other siren. Not any other human, pirate, witch, elf or anybody or anything.

Her breathing got heavier. “Stay away! You’re all a bunch of freaks!”

“Calling your own kind freaks now?” One tittered, grabbing onto her leg and trying to pull her into the water. “Oh, I forgot! You’re not one of us anymore! I doubt you ever were. And to think that your parents are royalty! Hah!”

“Shut up! All of you!” Villain screamed.

From the very moment that she was born, Villain was a disappointment to her family. Her lineage was of the most noble and most powerful sirens that had ever been since before the humans even had boats, but somehow she was subpar compared to the others in her school. Yet, she tried. She tried and tried and tried to keep their attention and their love, but every time she improved, they told her how much better she needed to be before they’d ever applaud her, and she only got pushed further away from the family until the fact that she was siren royalty didn’t even matter. Nobody saw her as such, and Villain knew she wasn’t worthy of it.

Despite the shame burning behind her face, she opened her mouth to utter something humiliating.

“Why don’t you go get them? Huh? I bet you’re scared to kill their child in front of them~” Her tone was sticky with persuasion, and she wasn’t even a siren. Not anymore.

“It’s not like Villain can swim.” Friend sneered. “Let’s go. This’ll be a show~”

The water settled around her, and she held onto Hero tighter, fumbling to feel her pulse. Humans had a heart. She could always their hearts stopped beating when she drowned them, but she’d never searched for one before, and, as she did so, it dawned on her that this was her life now.

She’d be doing human things she’d never done before her whole life.

As she thought about it, she wondered if she’d ever have her tail back again. She hated legs. They were uncomfortable poles of flesh, and horribly unpleasant. As a siren she could do so much more. She could arc in the water and twist around however she pleased. But legs were so…restrained. The idea of so many bones being inside of what she had to maneuver with and restricting her flexibility was atrociously inconvenient.

Humans were flawed. They were ugly creatures, and yet, they enjoyed things despite that. Humans laughed; humans danced in crowded bunches or intimate pairs of two; humans joined together and bonded over their mistakes—over what they said made them human… the mistakes.

Sirens wouldn’t dream of that. Mistakes are purged. Unworthy sirens are banished to wander the ocean alone. Forever. Mistakes don’t make a siren, but perfection does. Being able to kill one human woman—a pirate at that—makes a siren a siren.

But as Villain stared at the water, desperately struggling to kick her legs, she realized that perhaps sirens were wrong.

—

Hero woke up, coughing and sputtering out salty water and sand, on a shady patch of beach, and there was a certain siren administering horribly botched chest compressions.

“Trying to save my life?” Hero asked.

It didn’t make any sense, but her head was pounding too much to question it any further. She breathed in air, her throat burning like a fire, and she continued to spit out sand from her mouth. How did so much sand get in there anyways?

“Don’t do that to me again!” Villain shouted, her voice raw. “I thought you were going to die!”

Her bottom lip shook as she tried to glare at her enemy. Water droplets clung to strands of Villain’s hair, the water shining faintly in the moonlight that spilled from the cracks in the boardwalk, and her hair stuck wetly to her skin in long, inky rivulets. But that wasn’t the only thing that was dripping. Tears beaded in the corners of Villain’s eyes, and before Hero could blink, her siren foe was crying.

“Are you okay?” Hero asked, sitting up far too fast and working her way over to Villain despite her dizziness. “Villain, what happened?”

Whimpering, Villain looked away, but Hero grabbed her chin and pulled it back, gently angling her chin upwards to look into her eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Hero soothed.

“It’s not!” Villain cried. “I—I really thought that you were going to die, and I’m the one that’s supposed to kill you!”

“That’s my Villain.” Hero wrapped an arm around her shoulder, squeezing it gently as she looked over the deserted beach. They were by a port, she could tell that much from the faint flicker of lights in the distance, but it looked far off from where they had washed up and she wasn’t certain Villain could make it. “Anything else?”

Villain wrapped her arms around Hero, leaning into the comfort. Hero’s eyebrows furrowed. Something was wrong.

“My friend did do this to me, and—and she and her new friends tried to drown us.”

“You wanna know what we’re going to do about it?” Hero asked.

“What?”

“I’ll teach you how to use a harpoon gun. Let’s see if they’re still pleased with themselves then.” Hero soothed. “You can show them exactly how brutish humans can be. I bet the crew would even help if you asked real nice.”

Fortunately for Villain’s ‘friend’, Hero didn’t believe in hunting sirens. So long as the sirens didn’t try to drown her or her crew, then she was under no orders to kill. Unfortunately for the friend, she didn’t seem like she would simply let Villain escape with her life.

No.

Drowning people was a point of pride for sirens—Hero had more experience with that than any normal human had—and letting two vulnerable people drifting in the ocean live? When they were so easy to kill? Unforgivable.

If that siren ever dared get close again, then Hero was going to ensure that she didn’t have a tongue to torment anybody with ever again.

“I was scared, Hero. I was so scared that…that I was gonna be without you—I don’t think I would’ve been able to handle it if I lost you.”

“Who would you cuddle in your sleep if k weren’t around?”

“I didn’t cuddle you.” Villain sniffed, some of her stubborn indignation sparking inside of her again. “I was holding onto you because you humans are weird and sleep on things that dangle off the floor. It’s dangerous.”

“Any more dangerous than sharing a hammock with someone who’s tried to kill me?” Hero hummed. “Look, it’s late, and there’s a town a little down that way.” She notched her head in the direction of the lights, watching the lights shimmer off of Villain’s eyes. “I can take you to this mystical human place called…a tavern.”

“What’s that?”

“Oh, you’ll hate it.” Hero laughed, recalling her first time she’d been in one with Captain. Within minutes there was a fight between the patrons and the guards…and the guards didn’t win the fight. “But, they have beds, and you wanna know the best thing about beds?”

“Are they not dangly?”

“Correct.” Hero replied. “And, you won’t have to share with me.”

“Oh…yay.” Villain murmured, her eyes fixed to the horizon.

Smirking, Hero continued. “We’d save money if we shared…only if you want, of course.” She laughed at the shade that Villain flushed to; it never got old seeing her look so flustered.

—

While walking to the town, Hero held Villain in her arms. For most the ride, Villain leaned her head against Hero and pretended to be asleep, but her mind was a whirring whirlpool.

If sirens were wrong, then maybe they were also wrong about loving humans.

What if Villain loved Hero?

The moment when she’d managed to drag Hero to shore and she’d thought that Hero was dead had been worse than anything she’d ever felt. Her heart was crumbling in a way she didn’t know was possible, and the fear she felt as she realized that she didn’t know how to save a human life couldn’t even be put into words. It could only be described with the feeling of falling and realizing while you’re tumbling down that you forgot something…a step, something to do, anything…but while you’re falling you have this dread knowing that it’s you’re own fault your breath is rushing out your throat.

“Hero?” Villain asked.

“Yeah?”

“What does love feel like.”

“It’s the most painful emotion humans are capable of. Why?”

“I…I’ve taken a lot of time to reflect after tonight, and when I thought that you were gone, I felt the most pain I’ve ever felt in my life.” Villain’s voice shook—a siren’s voice shaking for a human! “And I think that I—I love you.”

“Your obsession with murdering me was a crush this whole time?”

“I’m sorry.” Villain looked away.

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid—

“Villain, dearest, can I kiss you?” Hero asked.

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Anonymous asked:

hi!! i’m new to your blog but i’m a huge fan, i love wlw content and it’s really rare in the heroes and villains community. plus your writing is so good like—how?? aNyway, i was wondering if you would consider continuing the hero and villain tease civilian series? no pressure obviously!! have a great day <3

Thank you! It’s always nice to hear people loving my representation of sapphic characters and stories because I very rarely saw anything wlw and took a leap by doing it myself. And as for how my writing is so good…it wasn’t always.

“Civilian would be perfect for the experiment.” Supervillain said.

Frozen, Civilian stared wide eyed at the bedroom door.

Supervillain was outside the door.

If she opened the door then she’d know that Civilian hadn’t been sleeping—she would know that Civilian was listening in on the conversation.

“Mom, Civilian is perfectly fine as she is.” Villain replied. Her tone was hushed, a calm yet dark whisper as she spoke. “You don’t know what that stuff will do to her, and she’s the only secretary that I haven’t had to kill.” The shadows in the doorway flickered, and Civilian barely managed to muffle her squeak, clapping her hands over her mouth.

Her breath came in muffled gasps, a half wheeze and half sob tearing from her as she pressed her hands tighter to her face.

There were others?!

How—how many people had there been before her?!

“Think about how much more useful she’d be if it worked.” Supervillain said sharply. “I only want what’s best for you, and that girl is a threat to everything we have as useless and frail as she is now. You’re not going to throw away all my work, are you?”

A pause.

Silence.

“No.”

“Good. I’ll attend to it tomorrow.”

—

In that small sliver of time in the early morning before dawn cracked on the horizon but the sky was gradually lightening, Civilian was still awake and trying to break the lock on the bedroom windows.

She held the alarm clock in her hands and smashed it against the lock, sobbing as it didn’t work and only clanged in her hands.

What was going to happen? What were they talking about? Why would Villain do this?

Foolishly, Civilian felt betrayed.

Her heart was stabbed straight through.

She knew Villain was…well…a villain, but all those deceptively kind moments where she’d shown humanity had lured Civilian too deep into a false sense of security, and that gullible and naive piece of herself had so desperately clung to it to have a sense of safety—a shelter from the casualness in Hero’s cruelties and the sheer horror of Supervillain’s threats.

But Villain was concealing her claws, and no matter how many times Civilian had told herself that, the whiplash still stung worse than if only Hero or Supervillain had done it.

She jolted as the door opened, but it was Hero. “Morning, sunshine.” Hero muttered, beelining for the rug on the floor. The door shut behind her and the moment there was an audible slam of the door, she lifted the rug.

Underneath was a trapdoor that Hero swung open. A gaping abyss that didn’t seem as if it ever ended was underneath, and it very well could’ve been the gaping mouth of a beast—she could easily imagine it having sharp teeth that would rip her in half—but it could also be her ticket to freedom.

Yet, even with the taste of her liberation so close, she was unsure what she was meant to do.

Was Hero saving her?

Breath caught in her throat, her eyes darted to the door, to Hero, and then back to the trapdoor awaiting her.

If she was truly being saved, then she could go home. She could see her family and be away from all of this…right? That’s what it was, right? A rescue?

Or, maybe, it was a cruel trick. A test to see whether or not she was as loyal as Villain had claimed. She would take a step down the trapdoor and then Supervillain would burst in and announce that she’d been correct all along; Civilian was a liability and needed to be killed, and everybody else was wrong.

“W-what is this?”

“I’m getting you out of here before Supervillain uses you like a lab rat.” Hero murmured, forcefully holding onto Civilian’s wrist tight enough to bruise. “Hurry. She’s going to notice—“

The glass in the window shattered, and several broken shards of glass unnaturally refined to a point aimed at Hero and Civilian.

—

Civilian shivered in the corner of the cell, clutching her body as if she’d fall apart—and she definitely felt that she would shatter into pieces at any second.

“I promise I was going to tell you.” Hero said, leaning against the bars of the cell and looking back at the trembling weakling in the corner.

Villain kept her arms crossed.

Hero continued. “Remember that safe house by the lake? I was going to take her there, but I couldn’t tell you while your mother was guarding you like a hawk.”

“Really?”

“Pinky promise.” The other assured. She reached a hand through the bar to touch the villain’s cheek, but Villain didn’t lean into the touch. Her back stiffened and her expression became cold. Not emotionless—the sense of betrayal was clearly drawn out in her teary eyes and wobbling lips—but it was simply cold.

“If you aren’t there tomorrow, then I will make you regret everything.”

“Everything?” Hero pouted.

“There will be no corner of this world where you can hide where I won’t find you and make you crave death.” Villain grabbed onto Hero’s wrist, pulling her touch away.

“Baby, we shouldn’t be flirting right now. Not with an audience.” Hero smirked.

“Take the key—I’ll tell my mom that I gave you an extra.” Her lips flickered into a sad smile.

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“What next?” Henchman popped up behind Villain, walking behind her as she maneuvered swiftly through the rubble.

“Eager, aren’t you?” Villain muttered.

She had begun to have regrets about hiring her…Henchman was efficient, but she clung to her boss like a lost puppy and yapped just as much as one too. But she was shockingly quiet as she tailed Villain through the ruins of what used to be a base for the heroes.

Fortunately for the heroes, nobody was caught in the destruction. A miscalculation on Villain’s part—she would’ve preferred if as many do-gooders were in the building as possible—but the only person to be crushed by the chunks of building and blown to bits by the bomb was Henchman, and Villain had come to keep her from being crushed. Pathetic. Being attached to the most annoying henchman she had was pathetic. Attachment in general was pathetic, but of all people—!

“Thanks for not letting me die.” Henchman quipped, turning her head to look at the destruction, certainly imagining herself buried underneath all of it.

Villain was imagining it.

Her pace quickened. “I don’t have all day. Hurry up.”

Although, the other wasn’t easily subdued.

“Are we going to try to find where the heroes are again?” Henchman continued, shaking debris off her shirt as she rushed to keep up with her boss. “It would’ve worked if they were all there. Next time we she send in a spy to confirm that they’re really there.”

Villain inhaled, but didn’t say anything.

Did Henchman seriously not suspect that it was intentional? The plan had been drawn out to take both her and the heroes away; there was no maybe about it, it was callous, but sentiments are a path that only lead to misery. Sweet moments make the bitters ones taste worse. Getting rid of her was a mercy, but Villain has come to save her and Henchman was still beside her.

Her heart rattled in her chest as she walked.

Did Henchman truly not know?

“I know you’re in a perpetual state of gloom and doom, but are you alright?” Henchman grabbed Villain by the shoulder. Her expression softened in a way that made the other sick. “You seem bothered—your angry stomps are angrier than usual.”

“I am just fine.” The other clenched her jaw, knocking the hand away. “And I don’t have an angry stomp!”

“You do have an angry stomp, and something’s bothering you.” Henchman insisted. “If it’s about the mission, I can do better next time—“

“You’re such an idiot!” Villain snapped. “I was trying to kill you!”

Slowly, she watched the underling unravel. It didn’t start right away, and that made watching it so much more painful than if the bandaid were ripped off. Villain kept her eyes guarded as she watched Henchman‘s eyes water and her back stiffen.

She didn’t offer any consolation or kindness.

It was strangely poetic how the long streams of tears became droplets and quivered before they rolled off her cheeks and hit the ground.

“S-so what now? Are you going to try again?” Henchman sniffed, clenching her hands into fists. “What did I do? Why do I deserve this?”

“For starters, you’re constantly annoying me. If you weren’t good at your job then I would’ve killed you a long time ago.” Villain said stiffly. Her eyes dropped to the floor, and she swallowed something in her throat. “Also, you talk too much. I can’t trust any secrets with you if all you do is talk.”

“You know, I realized the map for my escape route was drawn wrong.” Henchman wiped at her eyes. “I thought that maybe since you’d came here—“

“What? What did you think?” Villain scoffed. “Did you think I care about you?”

“I thought that at the very least you didn’t want me dead.”

“Go away now while you still can.”

“I hope you rot in a ditch.” Henchman spat, her voice like venom. “I did everything for you. Without me, you wouldn’t be anywhere near as close to defeating the heroes as you are now. It’s all me. I hope you’re content with knowing that now you’ll spend years trying to defeat Hero, and you’ll fail. Again and again and again. Your other henchmen aren’t half as good as I am!”

Villain whipped her head around.

Of everything she expected her to say…she never expected that.

She had never seen it heard Henchman angry before. Not when she was ordered around like a puppet on a string or when she was given a particularly boring mission. Not even when she was given double the training she needed just because Villain decided so.

“Do you want to die!?” Villain snapped angrily, rearing at the words. “I told you to go and what do you do? You test my patience even further! Shut up and leave! Okay?!”

“Fine!” Henchman shouted.

—

Villain sat with her head down on her desk, her eyes shut but her mind far from asleep.

It was so quiet.

Unbearably so.

Everybody else always walked on eggshells and tiptoed around her…except for one person who had a little too much bravery and not enough shyness.

Henchman always came around this time to submit the reports she’d taken throughout the day, and she always lingered far longer than necessary. There was practically a Henchman shaped dent in the chair across the desk because she was the only one who ever sat in it.

The emptiness around her felt heavy, a boulder resting upon her shoulders, but she numbly swallowed the pill that this was necessary.

Henchman could go on to live a normal life—the type of life she deserved with somebody who could show her love, appreciation and affection. Somebody who didn’t have a criminal empire in the palm of their hands and instead was an average person with an average job. She recognized the part of her that ached for Henchman, it was only the ache of a healing bruise. Tender, but so long as she didn’t prod on it she’d be okay.

With a ridiculous sentiment out of the way, she could focus better on what mattered:

Killing Hero once and for all.

“Boss?” A henchman with a squeaky voice asked.

“What?”

“Uhm…it’s about Henchman…Hero has her.”

“Has her?” Villain sat up, glaring at the pipsqueak.

“Kidnapped her!” The other fumbled. “Hero kidnapped her…uhm, I don’t think she got the memo about—you know.”

Oh.

Villain knew what type of trap it was. “Send somebody else to retrieve her.”

“H-Hero says that if anybody else other than you tried then…”

“Spit it out!”

“She said that she’ll torture Henchman every single day until you arrive and send you all the videos of it!”

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“Who the hell gave you a baby?”

“Uh, I made him, thank you very much.”

“…Why?”

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A portal opens before you and out steps a version of yourself covered in blood. “I’ve killed hundreds of you and they say you’re the strongest one. Time to find out why.”

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“I actually went to therapy and have healthy boundaries, now get lost I gotta go meet up with my friends cause I actually got all my shit together.”

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When you learned your mother was a goddess, things finally seemed to fall into place. The other demigods laughed at you, the only child born to the goddess of the hearth, Hestia. But your power was so much more than they could dream of.

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Being born to a goddess was something I never imagined to have happened to me, and really, least of all to a goddess of virginity, so really, Hestia as a mother? I didn’t believe that.

But dad told me he had been at the oven with papa and they had stoked the fire, they poured wine and sacrifices bread and oil and meats to the flame, and begged the goddess to let them have family together to gather in this home, a family to gather around a hearth and to love.

And listen to their prayers she did, sculpting me from embers and ash and blowing life into me with a spark from her flames, kissing my forehead once before she left, leaving me forever with her mark on my face.

That’s what dad told me, and now it all makes much more sense.

I never ran out of s'more stuff, ya know? Even if I had definitely just used up my last chocolate for a cake, there’d be a new perfectly preserved package of it in my cupboard. Marshmallows empty cause of my hot chocolate? No silly, there is still some left in the box somehow.

I also play the guitar, at the campfires I always played and lead the chorus, but never do my fingers turn to blisters, and I never need to rest my voice.

It also explains why I have always been at home anywhere and with anyone, I could sit down, and I was home where I was and the people with me would be my family.

Other demigods mocked me, I am the child of the goddess of the home, of the hearth, a cooking deity they’d call her.

It was…rude, but it was fine, I could deal with it. I didn’t have a cabin full of siblings, but whoever stopped by was family, right?

And it was totally fine to leave me behind when they went into battle, I am no good with weaponry, but I could still follow them, grab some food for them, they’d be hungry after all the fighting.

And they seemed almost concerned when I ran onto the battlefield barefooted and in my hoodie and sweatpants and apron, rushing towards a dragon and a son of Thanatos.

Their screams were scared when the useless child of a goddess ran onto the battlefield, and this boy actually tried to hold me back, even if his arms were shattered and his skin was scorched.

They were shocked when the battle ended with me.

They would’ve known I can’t get burned from all the times I’d stumbled into the campfire or spilled tea.

They should’ve known I can make anyone and anything calm down quickly enough.

They should’ve known I can protect anyone behind me by raising my hand.

A hearth does not burn, it warms and nutures. A family calms and cares, not aggravates. A home does not abandon, it protects.

I am the son of Hestia, and my mother gave me the ability to be a hearth anywhere I went. It is safe with me, for anyone.

I ended wars before, this one was no different.

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List of “God, I’m so in love with you but I’m also a coward, so hiding my feelings it is” prompts

“Your flirt game is so bad, no wonder you’re still single.” “My flirt game isn’t bad, and the person I like is a fucking idiot. That’s why I’m still single.” “…Okay, but why are you looking at me like that?”
“Why don’t you go marry them if you like them that much?” “…[Name], are you… Are you jealous?” “Am not.”
“You keep sabotaging my dates, and for why?” “Because… Because I know when someone’s an asshole and I don’t want you dating an asshole?”
“My God,” Character A whispers, brushing a strand of hair from Character B’s face; hears the distinct hitch of breath. “You’re so dense,” Character A says. “I’m not… I’m not dense,” Character B breathes out, leaning into Character A’s touch.
“You’re as dense as a cabbage, [name].”
“I would never like you that way.” “Oh, well, neither would I!”
“You’re always getting your heart broken.” “I wouldn’t be getting my heart broken if someone knew how to read the signs.”
“Why do you keep calling me an idiot in front of other people?” “Because you are an idiot.”
“Stop putting your arm around my waist. It’s so…” “…So?” “It’s weird, and I hate it. Because it’s doing things to me that I don’t like.”
“I’d never date you even if we were the last two people in this world. It goes against our friendship code,” Character A says, and Character B tries to hide the twinge of hurt crossing their face. “Yeah, well, I wouldn’t want to date you anyway, even if it were an option.”

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Window

Without thinking, the spy leaped from one ledge to the next.

It helped not to think, to keep the mind blank. Fear might have gripped them otherwise, a natural emotion they couldn’t shake. Hide it? Yes. Rid themselves of it entirely? No.

And they found, in their line of work, most people were afraid of something.

Primarily, the fear was of death, especially when the concept came face to face with the individual, unsuspecting and demanding.

It would be no different now, the spy was deciding, keeping their back flat against the wall as they creeped closer towards the window their informant had left open for them.

The princeling would be afraid, not knowing his death was coming. The spy would show no fear, and had none to spare, as far as anyone was concerned.

There was always an air of silence that followed the spy, even when the open window creaked gently, it was only the wind, and that’s all it could possibly be, for no human could be swallowed by their surroundings like that.

It was dark, which the spy liked. They had an ongoing deal with the dark – they did not disturb it’s peace and it cloaked them well.

Yes, most of the palace would be quiet at this dark hour, the few who were still awake would be in the lower levels, making little trouble for the spy.

Foot and ground met, step after step, that inhuman pocket of silence moving along with them.

And then there was noise that was most definitely outside their creation of quiet.

They turned, and they would have struck if not for the familiar sensation of metal against their throat.

“I’m giving you a choice.” Their target said, voice low. “Drop the dagger, and we could have a civil discussion.”

He looked at them, and the spy was forced to look back.

They didn’t make a habit of eye contact, especially not with the people they were meant to kill, but when a knife was presented to one’s neck so gracefully, well, habits could change.

“You said a choice.” The spy made sure to keep their voice level, drawing on that blank slated mind. “What’s the other?”

“Let’s not play pretend. We both know why you’re here. The other choice is to carry on, try and kill me.”

The spy could almost feel their blood rushing, a challenge.

There was undoubtedly a consequence of this action, so the spy took advantage of the silence the targeted prince provided, and listened.

No one else in the room, they were sure of that much, but outside the door…?

There it was, a small clank of metal.

The spy’s eyes snapped back onto the prince’s.

“So that the guards can rush in when they hear you scream? Clever little princeling.”

The prince smiled. “They told me you were good. Most other assassins never quite looked around enough, never listened. In and out, not a challenge.”

Not an assassin. The spy corrected sharply in their mind. I don’t just kill.

But the prince didn’t need to know that, he didn’t need to know more than what he believed, and if he believed them an assassin, so be it. That meant he didn’t have the whole picture, not yet.

“Well?” He said expectantly. “Drop it.”

The dagger clattered on the ground, but the knife at their throat stayed in place.

“Such formalities.” The spy tsked. “I did as you asked.”

“And you expect me to believe that was the only weapon you brought? If so, perhaps I overestimated you.”

The spy’s jaw tightened, and that blank slated mind turned nearly to anger, only nearly.

It wouldn’t work, this tactic of his, trying to get under their skin.

There had been a hundred before him, and there would be a hundred after him. He was not special.

“I have an offer for you. It pays well, allows you to live, truly a fantastic deal.”

“You want me to kill for you?” The spy laughed. “I have allegiance elsewhere, princeling.”

Though in the dark, they could see his face contort with something that wasn’t fury, not in it’s entirety, not yet.

“As do I, assassin.”

He seemed to know how much that phrase angered them.

“Which is why I need this job done.”

“I don’t work for you.”

“But imagine if you did. We have similar goals–”

“I doubt that, princeling.”

“Listen.” The prince pressed the knife ever so slightly further against their neck. “You don’t want me on the throne, you and your little party of thieves and beggars. Do this for me, I’ll abdicate, and you can put your pretender in the throne.”

“How do you know about–” The spy cut themself off, thinking, thinking, thinking. “You left the window open.”

The prince winked. “Clever little assassin.”

“Why?”

The prince’s face turned serious again. “Ask me. Ask me who I want dead.”

The spy’s voice dropped to a whisper, curiosity eating at them, horror growing.

“Who.”

“Her majesty, the queen. My mother.”

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corvase

Anonymous asked:

hi!! this may be random, but do you know any site or app that can tell me if a phrase is grammatically correct? i'm writing a story and since my native language is not english i can really tell if what i write is okay or not. 😭

corvase answered:

yes! grammarly is free and does this. there’s also this extension i have on google docs, called “prowritingaid grammar check and writing coach”. let me know if they work for you!!!

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nuttynutcycle

Alone

The city, once vibrant and bustling, lay silent and desolate. The damage had crushed buildings into gravel, and fires silently ate away at the fallen city. Bodies lay everywhere. There were no screams, for only two remained.

“What do you want?” Hero snapped, not bothering to turn at the sound of soft footsteps behind him. The figure was silent.

“You’ve come to gloat? Is that it?” Whipping his head around to face her, Hero choked on the last question. “Haven’t you taken enough?”

The flickering light of the flames silhouetted the approaching figure. “I-“

“If you come any closer, I swear on their graves I’ll kill you.”

The figure stopped her advance, and Hero felt her gaze rest on him. He squeezed his eyes shut and let his head drop. Gravel from the fresh rubble crunched under his feet.

“Hero, my plan… it wasn’t supposed to… I didn’t mean for…” Hero heard Villain’s voice hitch. “None of this was supposed to happen. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t. You. Dare.” Hero said with gritted teeth. “It is only because of our history that you aren’t dead where you stand.”

Villain apparently didn’t know what to say to that. “I thought you would stop me.”

“And I thought you were better than this.” A skyscraper shuddered in the distance with a howling screech. How fitting, for the last pieces of Hero’s world to crumble along with his heart. “I had hope for you.”

To Villain's credit, she looked like she was going to throw up. She visibly swallowed and walked over to rest a comforting hand on Hero’s head. “I lost people today too. People I cared about.“

The gravel was starting to hurt Hero’s feet.

“I know it can never make up for this, but I want to do better. Maybe…” Villain hesitated. “Maybe we can heal together?”

Her remorseful eyes bored into him. Hero met her gaze before letting the burning rage harden his heart. He stood and called for his power. “You came closer.”

In the end, only one would be left to heal.

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gingerly-writing

Prompt #3296

“Fighting you is a dream compared to working with you.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”

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amethystpath-writes

save-the-villainous-cat

Anonymous asked:

i mean yes there are a bunch of writers for this tag but. I can only find like mha characters x f!reader for some reason so if you don't mind please lead me to those other writers

save-the-villainous-cat answered:

BRO ARE YOU KIDDING ME THERE ARE SO MANY

@epiclamer

@some-messed-up-writing-for-you

@avvail

@gingerly-writing

@the-modern-typewriter

And seriously, so many more. In the last year the community grew like crazy. Just search for hero x villain and try not to get overwhelmed by the abundance.

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windvexer

IDK who needs to hear this but if there's something in your life that makes you feel better, but you never stick to it,

it's still actually perfectly fine to do it

and you shouldn't stop yourself from starting just because it won't be a permanent change.

Like if starting a new daily planner gives you an amazing afternoon of planning and four days where you feel in charge of your life,

why not do it?

It doesn't matter that it won't be a permanent change - 4 good days is still worth it.

If you ever catch yourself thinking, "I wish I could pray/stretch/prep/plan/do the thing, but I always get started on that and it never lasts more than a couple of days,"

what this really means is, "hey, I can feel better for a couple of days."

if this post is making you think of things in your own life that you wish you could stick to because of how good they make you feel,

just be aware:

you're not thinking of a list of ways you've failed to commit

you're thinking of a list of things that make you happy, and you should give yourself permission to start doing them as often as you want to

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meg-moira

✨Severin✨

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save-the-villainous-cat

Friends!

I am working on a quite extensive writing project currently, so…I won’t post much on this blog the next month, however I’ll try. So please don’t be sad when you have to wait a bit longer for snippets. I will keep posting but not as often as usual. I am also juggling university, moving out, a job and raising two juvenile cats right now. Adding to all of that, I obviously want to keep my social life vital. So, please forgive me!

Don’t be surprised if you see the green dot, though. I check every notification. I check every like, every comment, every reblog. I’m nosy like that. ;))

save-the-villainous-cat

Instead you could read these old pieces of mine if you want to:

hero x villain h/c

hero x villain meet in public…because their kids are dating

hero x villain – villain showing up on hero’s doorstep wounded

hero x villain dagger at throat scene

assassin x princess (f/m)

my prince x prince “series” (mlm) (the links to the next snippet are under the post)

pirate x pirate

pirate x siren (wlw)

hero x villain (wlw)

hero x villain childhood friends (mlm)

hero x villain – asexual hero

If you want to read more of my queer writing check out the tag #happy slay month. I plan on writing more LGBTQ+ snippets!