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Hello all! I am back after a hiatus due to work. I hope y’all like this, apologies that it’s a bit shorter than the rest.

Prompt #6

They should have known it was too easy.

Spy clutched the gash in their side as they stumbled through the hallways of the expensive staterooms. They hoped to stem the tide of blood at least until they made it back to their room over on the other side of the street where they could treat it, but time did not seem to be on their side this night.

Come to think of it, nothing had been on Spy’s side tonight.

The case was supposed to be easy. It was a simple observation and report. Tail the two bit Congressman for the four day voyage, dig up some dirt on the guy, and bring it back to the Hero to keep in his pocket for a rainy day. It was a simple process they had done a thousand times before for various parties.

How had this one gone so wrong?

A stab of pain shot up their abdomen when their hand slipped from the wall. Damn that hurt! With each passing moment the ability to stay upright seemed less and less like a natural function and more like a lifesaving crusade.

“Need a little help?” A singsong voice floated over them.

Spy felt their already shock-covered skin spring into new goosebumps.

They knew that voice.

A hand gripped the back of their neck in what would have appeared to be a friendly gesture, if not for the pressure behind it.

Spy did their best not to whimper.

“Why don’t we go back to my room and the two of us can discuss how you ended up…a little worse for wear.”

Spy could only hope that the past, but albeit, gone friendship they had held with Villain would spare their life tonight.

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Masterlist

Heroes and Villains

Teacher Hero: part 1, part 2

Old Enemy

Villain and Photographer: part 1, part 2

Penchant for Bowties

Blast from the Past

Hero in Abusive Relationship: part 1, part 2

New Hero

Perfect Hero

Serial Killer

Detective Taken

Special Event

Fantasy

Tear of the Moon

Soul Searcher

Magic Mystery

Autumn Day

Reincarnation

Large Black Dog?

Transformation

Welcoming a Prince

Ghosty Mood

Answered Prayer

Seer

Prompts

Prompt #1

Prompt #2

Prompt #3

Prompt #4

Prompt #5

Prompt #6

Requests

grump x sunshine in a slasher movie

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Hey y’all! Here’s a little snippet of something that was rattling in my mind. Hope y’all like!

It can be complicated to make sense of family. Hero knew this. Hero had always known this. With how their life was growing up Hero doubted there were many who could understand this concept as well as they did.

But this was just ridiculous.

“The answer is still no,” Hero tried very hard to keep their voice level and calm.

“Seriously? I don’t understand what your problem is!”

The voice over the phone held the tone of one who had already decided they were right and there was no chance of changing.

“It’s not that I have a problem…which I don’t,” Hero ground out. “It’s that I just don’t feel like inviting him.”

“And why not?”

Hero resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of their nose. One, it was a bad habit which showed how frustrated they were; and two, it would loosen their mask. God, couldn’t their sibling have called earlier? Hero really didn’t feel like having this conversation on the roof of a bank at 11pm.

“I don’t need a reason. It’s my call and I don’t want him there. End of story.”

“No, not end of story! This is completely unfair! Why am I always the one trying to hold this family together? You think it’s easy being the responsible one when…”

Hero let the rant commence as they held the phone a few inches from their ear, Sibling gradually getting louder and more hurtful with each word. They looked up at the star bedazzled sky and tried to tune them out until they could jump back in again.

It’s not that Sibling was wrong, it’s just that Hero could only take being called absent and holier than thou so many times. It was the same speech every time a major event happened in Hero’s life. And at the end of every speech, Hero always caved and let Sibling invite the whole family…well not this time.

‘...and out of everyone, you of all people should take the high road on this…”

That did it.

“Me of all people? Why? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Dammit, I’m tired of being the one to take the high road! For once would it kill him to apologize? Or better yet, clean up his fucking act?!”

Sibling was making sputtering noises on the line when another voice joined Hero on the roof.

“Well, I must say I’ve never heard words like this before coming from our fair Hero.”

Hero froze, their sibling yelling into the receiver, and turned.

Villain stood, arms folded, looking incredibly smug.

“I’m going to have to call you back,” Hero said softly. They hung up before Sibling could protest.

Shit, they would hear about that later.

Villain sauntered closer, “Having a little domestic are we? I’ve never seen you that agitated before.”

Hero glared, “Coming to rob the bank?”

Villain chuckled.

“I was, but this is so much more interesting. Come on, what’s happening in the world of the Golden Hero?”

“None of your business,” Hero stood tall. “Now are you breaking the law or not? I have a long patrol tonight.”

“Oh yes, I heard you were taking the long shift tonight. Something about needing time off…wait…that couldn’t be what you were arguing about on the phone was it? Vacation plans gone wrong?”

Hero felt a vein popping in their forehead.

“Why must you alway insist on being a prick? And why do you know my shift schedule?”

Villain shrugged noncommittally, “I have people.”

They walked right into Hero’s space, doing their best to intimidate with their towering stature. Hero refused to move and met their gaze head on.

“You’ve never taken a break before.” Villain stated.

“Never needed to until now,” Hero responded as if Villain had asked a question.

Villain gave them a once over.

“What’s the need?”

God, was Villain always this infuriating?

“Like I said, none of your business. I’m sure you’ll survive a substitute hero for the next few weeks.”

Villain frowned, “Few weeks? That’s a lengthy time.”

Hero rolled their eyes and nodded. They weren’t falling for Villain’s way of fishing for information by not actually asking a question.

“A few weeks and a family member who’s not welcome…if I’m to interpret that phone call correctly. My, my, what do you have planned?” Villain finally took a few paces back to lean on the wall, “Can’t say I’m too thrilled. Other Hero’s are such tight-asses.”

“If you mean that I’m lenient then, yes, they’re not as nice as I am,” Hero smirked.

Villain outright laughed.

“I would describe you as many things Hero, but straight up nice has never been one of them. Seriously, why the vacation? Family reunion or something?”

If Hero’s Sibling had anything to say on the matter it would be.

“Not as such,” Hero relaxed their stance now that Villain was a few paces away. That and it seemed Villain was more in a talking mood tonight. It was rare that they just talked rather than taking on their usual ‘Hero vs Villain’ roles. Rare, but it had happened a handful of times over the course of the last four years. Whether this was professional or not, Hero chose not to think about.

Villain folded their arms in thought, “Birthday? No, yours is in March…A celebration for another medal from the Mayor? No, he’s out of town until next month…” Hero tried hard not to smile as Villain ticked each possibility off their fingers, “Oh I know! You’ve finally graduated high school!”

Now Hero did laugh. It was a running joke with them and Villain’s Henchman that Hero must be younger than they seemed due to their young sound voice. Of course there was no way to tell due to the mask, but Hero estimated they were about the same age as Villain. Something they were sure Villain had put together as well seeing as the Hero Agency didn’t employ anyone under the age of 21.

It didn’t stop the quips though.

“Afraid I did that long ago,” Hero supplied.

“Well then I’m at a loss,” Villain got up and leaned into Hero’s space once more. “Other than medical leave I can’t think of anything else. And I assume you wouldn’t be fighting about invitees if convalescence was your goal.”

“Guess you’ll just have to live with uncertainty,” Hero shrugged and turned to leave the roof. Before they could take a couple of steps a hand was on their arm.

“You really not going to tell?” Villain asked softly. “You seemed upset and not the kind of upset like when you're on the job.”

Hero felt their heart rate increase and their cheeks warm. Why did Villain have to go and ask like that? How could they go from the city’s terror to a caring person with humanity and feelings? Perhaps Hero could tell them…the event was happening down in the Bahamas anyway. Not like Villain could figure it out…

It would be nice to talk to someone not expecting anything from them.

“I have a celebration happening and I don’t want my father to be there…it’s caused rather a ruckus in my family.”

Villain’s hand remained on Hero’s arm. “Well, if it’s your celebration it’s your choice. I don’t see why anyone else should be involved.”

Hero laughed and patted their hand. “And you’ve just summarized the entire argument I’ve been having for the past month.”

Villain released their arm. “I’m smart like that.”

Hero nodded with a warm smile. They turned towards the fire escape.

“Seeing as how you don’t seem to be robbing the bank, I have places to be,” They turned so they were facing Villain while standing on the ladder. “Thanks Villain. I’ll see you in a few weeks if you manage to keep yourself alive.”

“Say that to your replacement hero.” Villain hesitated, “Hero?”

Hero popped their head up from their descent, “Yeah?”

“What is the celebration?”

Hero smiled softly at them.

“I’m getting married,” they whispered.

And then they were gone. Down the fire escape and into the night.

Villain stood stunned, not knowing why the words made their heart freeze and their eyes water.

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iff you want could you maybe continue this? this ask is a request ofc and idk if you do continuation, so if you don't want to then it's okay!! ^_^

Hey y’all! Apologies for the long absence, but I’m back in town and have finally come up with a continuation of my Hero Domestic Violence/Abuse snippet. 

I have had many requests to continue this one so I spent a lot of time trying to make it good! 

As before, there are very heavy mentions of such topics stated above in this snippet as well as mentions of violence, emotional abuse and choking. Please be safe my darlings! I love y’all!

Part 1

Hero must have blacked out or entered into some sort of daze, because the next thing they knew Hero was sitting on an exam table in what must have been one of Villain's many bases. 

Though the room itself was no doubt a medical facility, Hero knew this by the various medical equipment and smell of antiseptic, but there was a certain ambiance about the room which did not match any hospital or medical offices Hero had been to before…and Hero had been to many. 

If Hero only ever went to one, people would catch on. So Spouse was always sure to bring Hero to a different facility every time. 

Everytime. 

God, this was a mess. 

This room wasn’t lit like typical exam rooms. Rather than harsh fluorescents of busy ER rooms the lights held a warm sunlit-type glow. Welcoming, yet still bright enough to see. Instead of the stupid grey-white walls which everyone had switched to in the early 2000’s, it was bright wood paneling. Oak of some kind, Hero guessed. It complimented the warm glow quite nicely. 

And it was warm! So warm! Villain must have had the heat up to at least 75 and Hero was basking in it! 

At home, Spouse kept the heating down to 65, due to their powers causing them to run hot. Hero didn’t mind of course, they understood, but it did cause Hero to feel cold constantly. They had never had much in the bodyfat department and there was more than one night when Hero would go and take a bath just to unclench their frozen muscles. 

Until Spouse complained about the water bill that is. 

Taking stock once more of the room they were in, Hero noticed that the main door had been left open by a crack. Not that they could have gotten up and run out, not with their side, but they wondered if Villain had done this to make them feel more comfortable. 

Speaking of Villain, they had yet to reappear. Villain and Henchman had helped Hero to a car after the rather embarrassing display on the rooftop and once they had made it to this base, deposited Hero here and left. That had been about twenty minutes ago. 

Maybe they were planning something nefarious? What if this was a kidnapping? Honestly, this was the weakest Hero had ever been in front of Villain. It would be easy, tricking them into willingly walking into a trap with the promise of medical help…Hero had been a mess after all. Supervillain wouldn’t have hesitated in killing Hero on the spot. 

But then again, Villain was not Supervillain. Hero had seen Villain display acts of humanity on several occasions. Sure, they broke the law and believed their government to be the ultimate evil, but they never went in for harming those who didn’t deserve it. 

Didn’t deserve it? God, Hero was starting to think like Villain. No one deserved to be hurt. That was Hero’s motto. 

Things really were confusing right now.

Maybe they should just go home. Surely, Spouse would understand why they didn’t answer their texts for the past few hours. An hour of yelling tops and then Spouse would see the error of their ways and apologize and try to make up for the original fight in the first place by a heated night of…

Hero stopped that train of thought. No, this had to stop. Hero had to get out of the relationship and start thinking straight again…but, then again, Spouse held all the cards. The apartment and car were in Spouse’s name, their bank account was joint, the phone plan was set up by Spouse because they could negotiate better on cellular deals…not to mention, Spouse was more powerful than Hero. Much more powerful than Hero. Even back at the Academy Hero had never won at hand to hand against them. It was what made them seem so strong and confident and…perfect at the time. 

Hero suddenly realized what they were doing and how it would not end well. There was no way Villain could hold against Spouse when it really came down to it. Spouse was constantly bragging about how if Villain had been assigned to them and not Hero, the problem would have been resolved years ago. Hero didn’t want that on their conscience. 

Perhaps they should look at the texts…just to assess the situation. Damage control. 

They picked up their phone. 

As the screen lit up a voice interrupted Hero before they could look at the no doubt anger fueled words. 

“Hero,” Villain stood in the doorway holding gauze, antiseptic, a board of some kind and an ice pack. “Sorry, had a hard time finding an ice pack that was the right size. We’ve gotta get that swelling down on your neck or else you’ll never be able to harass me with those classic witty comebacks again.” 

Though it was said jovially, Hero could sense the hardness behind the tone. Not to mention the look of hatred as Villain glanced at the phone. 

Wanting to respond, but not being able to, Hero nodded once. 

“Great!” Villain strode over and placed everything on the side table. Picking up the board, Hero saw it was a dry erase. Villain handed it to them along with a red marker. 

“Henchman uses this to put up daily reminders for everyone. They thought it would serve for you to tell us what ails you.” Villain glanced back at the door, “They wanted to come in and help, but I didn’t know if you would want that. Figured I’d ask first.” 

Hero couldn’t help the small smile. They had always liked Henchman. Like Villain, they certainly had committed their fair share of crimes and violence, but they also seemed to live by a code. Unlike Supervillain. 

If it hadn’t been for Henchman, Hero was sure they would have passed out on that rooftop and who knows who would have found them if that happened. Hero uncapped the marker. 

Henchman can come in. 

Villain smiled, “Anyone ever tell you your penmanship is crazy good? God, it’s like looking at Victorian script.” 

 They turned towards the doorway once more, “They said it’s fine Henchman!” 

In an instant Henchman was walking through the door. They must have been just waiting on the other side. 

“Hey Hero,” they said. “Hope you’re doing better.” 

Hero nodded at Henchman. 

“Good,” Henchman looked between Hero and Villain for a moment, it looked like they were debating who to talk to next. They settled on both of them. “Looks like it’s just going to be us. Doctor said they couldn’t make it until morning. Still at that conference.” 

Villain nodded as if they knew this was going to be the case and addressed Hero. 

“Anything serious? Or are you okay to wait for the Doc?” 

Hero thought for a moment. Their neck should be fine with the ice, their jaw had certainly been hit harder, but their side…

I think everything is fine, but I’m not sure about my side.  Hero wrote. They gestured to their left side as Villain and Henchman read the script. 

“Alright, let's take a look then. Shirt off.” Villain ordered. 

Hero hesitated. Oh, right. To look at their side, Villain would have to have their shirt off. And to take off their shirt was to expose the…history written across their chest, back and torso. 

Hero was shy about their body. Sure, there was the occasional scar made by Spouse, but most of them were from past fights while Hero had been off hero-ing. They knew it was an occupational hazard, but they also knew it wasn’t great to look at. God only knew the many times Spouse had commented on their unsightly appearance during their intimate times. 

Villain seemed to notice the hesitation and said, “What? It’s not like I haven’t seen it all in this line of work. You should have seen Henchman last month. Supervillain’s Henchman got ‘em pretty bad.”

Henchman nodded, “Not pretty. Gained me a few cool new scars though.” 

Cool new scars, huh? Perhaps it won’t be so bad. 

Hero took off their shirt slowly. It was difficult and painful at first, as it zipped in the back, but Henchman wordlessly walked to the other side of the bed and helped. Villain supporting Hero’s side as they undid the clasp and unzipped. 

“Want to take off the mask as well?” Henchman asked. 

Hero made a face. 

“We’ve already seen your face. Remember? Three months ago it fell off while we were grappling in the snow.” Villain smirked. 

Hero peeled the mask off. They had forgotten about that. The snow had made the normally sticky mask slide off. It was something they had never told Spouse. 

Once deprived of their shirt and mask, Villain took a step back and surveyed the damage. Hero tried not to squirm under the gaze. 

Hero expected Villain and Henchman to make disgusted noises or grunts of anger at their bruised up side and swollen jaw, along with their neck, but instead Villain looked calculating. A slight hint of irritation coming though with their twitching eyebrow. 

“Alright, I’ll have to feel those ribs. They don’t look broken, but it’s best to make sure.”

Hero nodded their permission to Villain and tried to sit straight. 

“No, no, don’t straighten up yet,” Villain flew to their side. They placed one hand on hero’s back while the other poked and prodded their ribs. 

Everytime Hero hissed or flinched, Villain apologized and would move onto another part. It was strange. This whole night was strange. Hero had never seen Villain act this way before. Sure they had their own scruples, but Villain was never…gentle. 

Henchman stood off to the side looking rather anxious as Villain examined Hero. That was another strange thing. Why did they both seem to care?

“Well, good news, they’re not broken. Bad news, I’ll still have to wrap them.” 

Henchman immediately grabbed some wrappings from the cupboard behind them and handed them to Villain. 

“So, Hero,” Villain began as they tightly wrapped their ribs. “Want to tell us how this happened? We need to know if we’re going to treat your injuries effectively.” 

Once again Hero could tell Villain was stating things conversationally for their benefit. Hero made no move for the marker board. 

“We already know who did it, all I want to know is how,” Villain continued. 

Hero thought back. It had seemed like a haze when it happened. All the adrenaline and fear. The normal evening that went from good to horrific. The slight mess up on Hero’s part, the yelling, the grabbing, the throwing…the hands. The hands on their person…the hands on their neck…

Hero felt tears slip past their eyes once more, the sadness and fear coming back. Their jaw shook with unshed sobs. 

They felt the marker and board being pressed into their hands. 

“You don’t need to push yourself. I just need to know what to check on you,” Villain’s voice was soothing and once again uncharacteristically gentle. 

Hero shook as they wrote; the script that Villain had complimented earlier suffered for it. 

It’s never been this bad. Hero wrote. 

They knew it was a cliche response, but they also needed Villain and Henchman to know that it had never gone this far before. Henchman made a noise in the back of their throat as they read the words.

“How bad?” Villain prodded. 

Before, Hero hesitated in writing. How could they word this? 

Before I could always justify it as my fault. I mess up alot. I’m not so good at relationships. 

They waited for them to read this before erasing for more room. Villain had their jaw set and Henchman’s cheeks were getting red. 

I know it’s stupid. I know it’s bad. I just wanted to pretend it away. That was easier. I’m not stupid, I know what’s happening. 

Villain nodded at the words. Hero didn’t know why they were starting out like this. There was just a part of them that needed Villain and Henchman to know that they were still competent. Despite putting themselves in this situation, they weren’t stupid. There was just so much more going on. 

“I don’t think you’re stupid Hero. I never have. I meant it when I said you’re the best this city’s ever seen,” Villain said this while not breaking eye contact or blinking. As if the stare itself would get the words into Hero’s brain.

Hero nodded with a small smile. They needed that. 

They’ve never gone so far before. The other times, I knew I would recover. But this time…Hero stopped writing again. Once again looking for words. They let Villain and Henchman read. 

“What happened this time?” Henchman asked softly. Hero couldn’t tell if the softness was for comfort or if they were so angry they couldn’t raise their voice higher. 

This time, Hero spelled, I really thought they’d kill me.

Their hands shook terribly now and they had to stop and take a breath. 

Villain looked up at the ceiling for a moment while Henchman turned around. It seemed this news really affected them. 

“How?” Villain once again looked Hero in the eyes. They didn’t even try to hide the anger now. 

I can’t remember everything. I know I was thrown into our coffee table. Spouse hit me in the face, Hero paused and let them read while gesturing to their jaw. 

Villain nodded for them to continue. 

They’ve never tried to choke me before… Hero couldn’t seem to finish that one. 

“I understand,” Villain said. “Anything else?” 

Hero thought for a moment and then shook their head. That had been the most of it. The violence itself had only lasted a couple minutes, but it had been the most painful couple minutes of their life. Not only physically, but emotionally. They had never felt so betrayed. 

“Are you going to leave them?” Henchman asked. Hero looked at them and noticed fear in their eyes. Henchman was very concerned with Hero’s answer. Villain made a gesture at Henchman, but they were undeterred. 

“Are you going to leave them?” Henchman repeated. 

Hero uncapped the marker again. 

I want to. 

“But you feel you can’t,” Villain finished the sentence for Hero. 

Hero nodded. 

It never ends well. I know I need to, but they hold all the cards. Hero shrugged sadly. 

“Who cares?” Henchman said angrily. “So they have your money or whatever? That’s not worth you!”

Hero was touched by the sentiment, but felt the need to explain. 

It’s not only that. They’re more powerful than me. More powerful than anyone really. I shouldn’t even be here. The last time someone tried to help…it was bad.

Villain felt their blood freeze, “What do you mean more powerful?” 

It was hard to think of anyone more powerful than Hero. Except themselves of course. 

“Who tried to help?” Henchman asked at the same time. 

Hero grimaced, 

Do you remember Other Hero?

“Oh god,” Henchman whispered. 

“Your Spouse did that?” Villain asked, shocked. 

Hero nodded. 

I don’t know what they will do to anyone else, or the city itself if I’m not there. I hate it, but it’s the only way I know to protect everyone. 

They looked at Hero to continue.

I knew it was bad not long after our second anniversary, but by then Spouse was too dangerous. They need to be in jail, not only for me, but for everyone else they’ve hurt. I just don’t know anyone who can take them. 

Villain made a noise, but Hero raised a hand to silence them while they wrote more. 

In a way this is my ultimate sacrifice to protect my city.

“Hero,” Villain breathed. 

Henchman looked like they had tears in their eyes, “Hero, I’m going to hug you now if that’s alright.” 

Hero looked at Henchman quizzically, but nodded. 

Henchman wrapped their arms around Hero carefully and squeezed with a force that was both powerful, yet calming. 

“You really are the best the city’s ever seen,” Henchman spoke against Hero’s hair. “All this time you’ve been living in hell and it was to protect all of us.” 

Hero released more tears. They patted Henchman awkwardly on the back. 

“They’ve always been a hugger,” Villain chuckled as they watched the scene. “If you can’t tell, Henchman has been a fan of yours for a while.”

Henchman released them with an undignified HEY at Villain. Villain shrugged and turned their attention back to Hero. 

“Hero, I don’t care what danger it might put us in. I knew this was going to be messy the moment I saw you on the roof. Anyone who can take you on is going to be a threat. I knew that and helped you anyway.” 

Hero nodded at Villain’s words. 

“But what I need to know now is who Spouse really is. I don’t think I’m far off in thinking that they’re a part of the hero agency?” 

Hero nodded, there was hesitation in their eyes.

“And they’re more powerful than the other heroes.” 

Hero looked down, but nodded again. 

“And you two went to the academy at the same time didn’t you?” 

Hero winced and nodded. 

“And came to the city at the same time.” 

Hero closed their eyes and nodded. 

“Villain, what are you getting at?” Henchman asked slowly. In their voice Hero could tell they were on the same train of thought, but didn’t want to believe it. 

“Hero,” Villain waited for Hero ‘s red rimmed eyes to look up and meet their gaze. “You’re married to Superhero aren't you?” 

Hero nodded. 

“Shit.” Henchman said. 

Hero nodded their agreement. 

There was silence while everyone processed the news, Villain and Henchman the knowledge and Hero for sharing it. Finally Villain broke it. 

“Well,” they clapped their hands together, “Here’s what we’re going to do. Tonight we do nothing.”

“Hero, tonight I want you to focus on yourself. I know you want to look at your phone, but maybe hold off until tomorrow morning, yeah?” Hero made to protest, but Villain continued. 

“Look at it like this. You said this is how you protect the city. Now I don’t doubt that, especially knowing who Spouse is; but I want you to picture it like you're on a sinking ship. Lots of people need saving, but you can’t exactly help them into the lifeboats if you yourself are still in the water.” 

Hero wrinkled their eyebrows. 

“You’ve got to climb into the lifeboat first before you can pull anyone else in.” 

Hero was taken aback. That was…that was…really good advice. 

Villain smiled, “So for tonight, leave the phone and get some rest. We can make a plan tomorrow about what to do. You’re no longer in this alone. I don’t want someone like Spouse protecting my city.” 

“You’re not alone in this anymore,” Villain reiterated. 

Hero couldn’t help the smile on their lips or the hope in their chest. They weren’t alone in this. Perhaps this time, Superhero really could be caught. Hero could stop pretending. They suddenly felt so tired.

Seeing this, Henchman helped Hero lay down and placed the thin, long ice pack on their bruised neck.  

“I’ll stay here a while, there’s an all night Friends marathon on right now,” Henchman nodded to the TV on the wall, “I always fall asleep during that show.” 

Hero knew Henchman just wanted to keep an eye on them in case their throat swelled anymore, but they appreciated the company. It had been a while since they had people around them that knew everything and still wanted to be with them. They nodded. 

“Great,” Henchman walked over to the television to get it started. Villain followed them. 

“Once they fall asleep initiate plan orange,” Villain whispered so Hero wouldn’t hear. Henchman kept flipping through channels, but Villain saw their eyes harden a moment. 

“Are you sure?” They whispered back. 

Villain nodded as they looked at the channel guide.“Yes. Tell Supervillain we have a mutual enemy,” Villain glanced back at Hero, “And the key to defeat them. Once and for all.”

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i adore your writing!! it's so fantastic!! could you maybe do something involving a grumpy x sunshine pairing with one of them being targeted by a killer, like in a slasher movie? but you totally don't have to if you don't want to!

Thank you so much! I must admit that I have never tried my hand at a slasher type genre, but I have always wanted to give it a go. And you must have read my mind bc a grump X sunshine pairing is my absolute favorite! I hope y’all like this! So sorry for the long wait!

Warning: There is blood, gore, and obsessive characters in this one. Please take care while reading if those are sensitive issues. Love y’all! 

I decided to try this with a few original characters I made for a story I’m currently working on. So, the characters are mine, but this amazing idea is all this anonymous sender! 

It was so silent they not only heard it, but felt it. 

The dark of the closet was cut only by the thine stream of light the crooked door frame provided. Leo thought his heart would beat right out of his chest, but he still resisted the urge to gulp in breaths like his panic so desperately wanted him to. 

How had they not seen? In retrospect it was oh so obvious. Everyone Leo had ever become close to, everyone who he had expressed even the slightest interest in romantically ended up dead or severely injured. It was a nightmare in the truest sense. But, the “accidents” had always seemed just that. Just accidents. 

God, he should have listened to Joshua when he warned him. If Leo had only just listened and not been so damn trusting they wouldn’t be in this situation right now. What was wrong with him anyway? Why did Leo feel the need to be liked by everyone all the time?! He was charismatic, outgoing, an insatiable flirt, and he always connected with whomever he was with. He was extremely well liked. Too liked. 

He had never meant for someone to like him that much. He had never wanted someone to become obsessed. 

Why couldn’t he be more like Joshua? Joshua who had the scariest resting bitch face. Joshua who rarely laughed unless it was with his family or Leo. Joshua who was known not only to make suspects wet themselves, but his own teammates as well. Joshua, who despite being the complete opposite of Leo, was Leo’s closest friend. Leo’s best friend. 

Joshua, who was with Leo now in this shitty broom closet at the shitty air Bnb with a shitty stalker looking for them. 

Leo’s nervousness must have become noticeable as he felt Joshua take a deep breath behind him and place his hand on Leo’s forehead in comfort. The breath was deep, yet silent, a testament to Joshua’s years of training and line of work. Leo felt a pang of envy at his friend’s stoicness. He could feel Joshua’s heart beat between his shoulder blades as his back was uncomfortably pressed against Joshua’s chest. A position they got into when Joshua heard Eddie coming and swiftly grabbed Leo and pulled him into the broom cupboard. 

Strong, steady, and calm. How did Joshua do that when Leo knew for a fact that his best friend was just as freaked out as he was? 

Maybe Joshua could teach him after all this was over. 

If they got out of here that is. 

If they did, they might be the only ones. Eddie had done an excellent job of picking off their merry little group one by one. No phones, no help, just them and the slasher. When Eddie had suggested they take a little vacation it had seemed so fun at the time. Get their group together and rent a cabin, take some time off from their various jobs, plan what the New Years party was going to be…God, Leo should have known! 

There’s a difference between a personal assistant knowing things about you, and them knowing everything about you. But Leo had never had an assistant before Eddie, he didn’t know that Eddie was too attentive compared to the normal kind. 

“We’ll wait him out, then look for the others,” Joshua whispered. It was so quiet that Leo was sure he wouldn’t have heard it except for Joshua’s face against his ear. 

But what would they find? Already three were dead, perhaps more. Bobby, Jared, and…and…Karen. She had been the worst of them. And why? Just because Leo dared to take a girlfriend? 

He couldn’t help a tear trailing down his face as his empathy went overboard. How scared they must have been. How betrayed. 

Joshua must have noticed, because his arm around Leo tightened and his face pressed closer to his ear. 

“It’s going to be okay. We’ll get through this. We always do,” he whispered again. Leo only nodded slightly, not trusting his broken voice to be quiet enough to respond. 

Joshua seemed like he was about to whisper something else when he abruptly stopped. It took Leo a second to realize why. There in the kitchen, just feet from them, there was movement, the sound of the kitchen door closing and locking. Shuffled footsteps and a scraping sound. 

What was that scraping sound? 

Oh god, it was a butcher’s knife. A butcher’s knife being drawn against walls and cabinets as the holder walked by. 

Eddie was in the room! 

Both Leo and Joshua stopped breathing as they listened. 

“Leo” came the smooth sing-song voice. “I know you’re in here.”

Leo stiffened, but Joshua held fast so no sound was made. 

“Come on man,” Eddie continued. “I know how it seems now, but that’s just because you’ve always been surrounded by poisonous people. Once it’s just you and me you’ll understand. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you… And you’ll enjoy it.” 

Now it was Joshua who stiffened. His grip on Leo started to shake and Leo knew it wasn’t in fear. 

Joshua was pissed. Scratched that, Leo felt the heat radiating off Joshua’s face, he was furious.

The scraping stopped just in front of the broom cupboard. 

“Oh, well that’s just too cute. Hiding with the brooms?” 

Before Eddie could open the door, Joshua’s leg shot out from beside Leo and kicked the door with enough force to splinter the wood. 

Eddie must have been close as he was shot back by the power of it and was sent tumbling into the stove. 

Joshua wasted no time in practically picking up Leo and pushing them both from the cupboard, then immediately positioning Leo away from Eddie. 

Eddie was a terrible sight. Covered in blood which was not his own, clutching the offending knife in a slick grip, while ginning uncontrollably in a way that Leo thought was only possible for bad actors in horror films. 

“Joshua!” Eddie greeted spreading his arms out in a welcoming manner. “I should have known you’d be with him. Always together you two aren't cha?” 

Leo glared at Eddie as Joshua positioned himself in a defensive stance. 

“Why Eddie?” Leo asked, hoping to take the attention away from Joshua. It was easy, Eddie immediately gave Leo his unwavering gaze. 

“Why what my dear?” Eddie asked. 

Leo shuddered at the endearment. Something he himself had called Karen not twelve hours ago. 

“Why do this? Any of this? Wasn’t I a good boss? Did I do something wrong? Lead you on in some way? What did anyone else do to deserve this?” Leo kept his focus on Eddie, hoping Joshua had some sort of plan. 

“No, no, no, no, no!” Eddie actually looked concerned. “You’ve done nothing wrong! You could never do anything wrong. You just don’t know how to take care of yourself. But that’s okay! Because I do! I was made for you! I was made to take care of you! Every sunshine needs a sky to hold it. I’m your sky!” 

Leo paled more if it were possible. Eddie was…Eddie was…fuck, how did someone get this crazy? 

“Eddie, that doesn’t make sense. You don’t need to take care of me! You’re my assistant, not my mother!” 

Eddie laughed, actually laughed. “Not your mother! Your everything! Just as you’re my everything. I know all there is to know about you. No one else could care more than I do.” 

“And this is how you care?” Joshua spat. Eddie tilted his head towards him. “Look at him Eddie! He’s terrified! Is this how you want him to feel if you care so much?” 

And Eddie did look back at Leo. He looked right into Leo’s terrified eyes and seemed to see them for the first time. 

“Leo,” he whispered. “Are you scared of me?” 

Leo nodded, his whole body shaking. “Yes,” he whispered. 

Eddie lowered the knife to his side and stretched out his hand while walking towards Leo, as if to touch his face and comfort him like in some kind of sick romcom. 

Just as Joshua knew he would. 

The moment the knife was lowered, Eddie made it only a step towards Leo before Joshua was on him and the fight began. 

It was like a convoluted and vile dance. One that Leo wanted to join in and help Joshua, but couldn’t see when or where. He wasn’t trained like Joshua, he only knew the few basic self defense moves Joshua taught him over the years. 

There was no yelling or talking, just pained grunts and rage filled battle curses. 

It seemed to last a lifetime. 

Then, there it was, an opening! 

Joshua kicked the knife from Eddie’s hands and slashed at him with their car keys to the car Eddie had cut the wires on this morning. 

Eddie slid across the tile floor on his back and before he could get up and go for Joshua again, Leo hit him as hard as he could with a frying pan. It had been hanging over the oven and Leo grabbed it the moment Eddie’s eyes were off him. 

Eddie only had a second to look straight into Leo’s eyes with incomprehension before flopping on the floor limp. 

“Oh my god,” Leo shook as he stood still holding the frying pan. He couldn’t seem to move. 

“Leo,” Joshua limped over to him. He placed a bloody hand on Leo’s white knuckled grip. 

“He was going to kill you…I couldn’t…Oh my god…did I kill him?” 

Joshua knelt down and felt for a pulse. 

“He’s alive.” He stated. Barely, he didn’t tell Leo. 

Leo saw the amount of blood on Joshua. 

“Oh shit, Josh are you…where did he get you?” Leo dropped the pan and went to look over Joshua, hands hovering not knowing what to do. 

Joshua only half smiled and took both of Leo’s hands in his. “Nothing serious. He was too distracted by you. I took the advantage.” 

Leo pulled Joshua into a fierce hug. “Oh, thank god. Thank god, thank god, thank god.” 

They tied Eddie up, searched for their friends, finally found a hidden phone to call for help, and Leo couldn’t help to continue to hear Joshua’s words from the broom cupboard. We’ll get through this. We always do. And they always will.

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Whats your favorite thing you’ve written to date on Tumblr?

Oh my goodness!

I would have to say my favorite thing I’ve written so far is the Hero in an abusive relationship snippet. I based a lot of this off a real relationship a close friend of mine is in, so writing this was my way of warning others of red flags as well as the writing process being incredibly cathartic to me. This was definitely the snippet which seemed like it wrote itself while I was working and I really connected with the characters.

Thank you so much for asking!

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*This one also contains and bit of a creepy villain. Mentions of stalking.

Detective knew they had made a wrong turn the moment the light overhead went out. 

There was something initially creepy about an alleyway in the middle of the night, but when the one and only light source burned out…that was another level. Perhaps they should call the city planners about having dark allies…not that they thought they would have the chance now. 

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” came the ice cold voice from behind them. “You’ve been annoyingly persistent my dear detective.” 

Detective knew that voice, it haunted the dreams of almost everyone in the city…but Supervillain wasn’t supposed to be here. Detective had only been following a small lead…an informant who said they had information about the drug ring. God, they should have known it was too easy; Police-Partner was going to be so mad when he heard about this!

“Supervillain,” Detective said it conversationally despite the fear in their soul. “What brings scum like you out on a beautiful night like this?” 

Detective tried to be discrete as they placed their hand on their holster and turned. 

Well, attempted to turn. 

Supervillian was on them in an instant. Not allowing them to turn all the way before a strong arm was cinched around their neck and a super powered hand was squeezing their wrist, making it impossible to control their hand as it went limp.

“Now, now, there’s no need for name calling; and after all the attention I’ve graced you will too.” Detective felt the air pulse with each word against their ear. 

“Attention?” they gasped, he had tried to sound strong, but with Supervillain holding them like this they knew their death could come at any second, they also knew Supervillain felt every fearful shake of their body. 

Supervillain practically purred into their hair. 

“Of course attention!” Supervillain spoke. “Afterall, I make a habit of keeping tabs on the smart ones. And you, my dear, are the most intelligent of them all. I must say, watching your day to day, everyday, has been most entertaining.” 

Detective felt themself drain of all color. Everyday? Oh god, had Supervillain been stalking them and they never knew?

“But alas, all good things must come to an end.” 

Detective jerked against Supervillain to no success. “What’s coming to an end?” They asked. Was Supervillain going to kill them? Here? Now? In a dark ally? Who would find their mutilated body? Some bum? An innocent bystander? Or worst of all…Police-Partner? 

“Why, your day to day routine. Not that I wish to cause Police-Partner worry, I know he’s the more responsible of the two of you; but detective, you personally have got a bit too close my dear. Can’t have you going back on the track you were on,” Supervillain squeezed Detective's wrist harder, earning a cry of pain. 

“So..” Detective hated how their voice shook. Honestly, it wasn’t death itself that they feared, it was death by Supervillain. They had seen what Supervillain does to someone they don’t like…it was…there wasn’t a word for the horror Supervillain produced when they decided to kill someone. 

“That’s it then?” Detective spoke. “I got too close so now I’m destined to be smeared across the bricks?” 

Supervillain chuckled. 

“Of course not Detective!” 

What? 

 “I already said you’re one of the smart ones. I can’t have my best form of entertainment die in such a pathetic way.” 

Supervillain let go of their neck just long enough to reach over and dispose of Detective's gun and cell phone. 

“You’ll love your new place. It’s beautiful. I set it all up just for you!”

What?!

“At least it will be beautiful as long as you answer my questions…if not…well I can convert your stay from five stars to hell in an instant.” 

“You’re…You’re..” Detective searched for the words as they were manhandled, arms wrenched behind their back, tied, and Supervillain’s arm wrapped around their torso. “You’re..Kidnapping me?” 

“An archaic term, but yes.” Supervillain picked up their own phone in their other hand and texted something. 

“You..” You what? Detective thought. What were they going to say? You can’t do that? How could you? Supervillain could essentially do whatever they wanted. That’s the whole reason Detective was so active in trying to stop them. “Hero will find out,” they blurted.

“Hah!” Supervillain seemed legitly amused at that. They started walking toward the entrance of the alleyway, taking Detective easily with them.

Curse their damn superpowers! And curse Detective’s lack of them!

“Hero’s too busy with Villain at the moment.” 

They arrived at the street and were waiting for a car, Detective assumed. 

“You could say that Police-Partner will find out, because that would be a more accurate statement,” Supervillain continued. 

Detective felt ice in their veins, “No! You leave him out of this! I didn’t tell him anything…” 

“Oh calm down!” Supervillain chuckled. “I already know. Your office has been bugged for months. Though, I must say your friendship is simply adorable. He knows what kind of food to order that coincides with your stomach problems, you remember that he likes putting pickles on his pizza, he knows the names of every one of your many cousins, and you remember that his mother likes those silly little ceramic cats…I could go on all night. Simply adorable. ” 

Detective felt like throwing up. 

“I’ll leave him alone of course,” Supervillain said. Detective felt a little lighter at those words. A long black car pulled up next to them on the empty street. 

“But if he proves an inconvenience in all of this, I will have to intervene.” Supervillain forced Detective into the back of the car. On the outside it would have appeared gentle if not for Supervillain’s bruising grip and exceptional strength. 

Supervillian reached over Detective and buckled the seatbelt. “He won’t prove to be an inconvenience will he?” Supervillain was so close Detective had to lean their head back to avoid knocking foreheads. It exposed their throat and left them feeling vulnerable. 

“Of course not. Who could ever prove to be an inconvenience to you?” 

Supervillain laughed and patted their cheek. 

“How right you are, Detective. See? I said you were the smart one.” 

Supervillain shut the door and walked to the other side of car. They got in next to Detective. 

Yes, I am the smart one. Detective thought. But Police-Partner is the determined one and there’s no farce on heaven or earth that will protect you from them now that you’ve crossed the line. 

Supervillain never noticed that Detective had dropped a small silver disk in the alleyway.

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*Warning: Contains a very creepy criminal and mentions of past murders.

Hero could only manage a pained, wet gasp as they lay bleeding on their kitchen floor. 

It had all gone so wrong. 

The case was a typical undercover deal. Hero got the missions handed to them from the police themselves. A simple bag and tag of a drug dealer. Not even big time, just little things here and there. Normally, something this small wasn’t even on Hero’s radar, but they were told the Criminal had a type and Hero fit the bill perfectly. 

Hero had the looks and countenance Criminal would respond to. 

And oh how Criminal had responded…though they certainly weren’t a drug dealer. 

Well they were…but they were something much worse as well.

“I don’t want this to last all night dear,” Criminal cooed from above. They had a look of concentration as if trying to memorize every agonizing moment of Hero bleeding out. “You gave a good fight…truly the best I’ve seen…but now I really must move on. Can’t have you be the only victim this week now can we?” 

Criminal knelt down beside them. Despite every fiber of Hero’s being telling them to move, run, flee, they could only give a pained whine, their hands clutched over their abdomen. 

“Yes,” Criminal continued. They reached out and stroked Hero’s hair. “You really are perfect aren't you? It’ll be difficult to find someone else who fits so well…but it really can’t be helped.” 

How could they have been so blind? All the victims had all looked the same…all looked like Hero. When the police told them the drug dealer had a type…how had they not seen? How had any of them not seen? 

The serial killer they had been hunting for months now stood over them, a smile spreading on their lips as Hero’s eyes struggled more and more to stay open. 

“Come now,” Criminal took both of Hero’s hands in theirs and gently pulled, taking the pressure off the wound and letting the blood spread across both their hands. “Let’s not prolong this dear.” 

Hero could only whimper as they felt the blood flow freely. A tear escaped, despite their best efforts. 

“That’s it,” Criminal grinned as they watched Hero cry. “My favorite part.” 

“Yeah?” Came a voice from behind them, “Mine too.”

A grunt and suddenly Criminal wasn’t above Hero anymore. A new strong pair of hands clamped over their abdomen and an icy feeling spread through them viciously. 

Hero cried out and jerked, only to have the same hands hold them down by the shoulders. 

“Easy,” Came a voice. “Easy now, that was a lot to heal. You’ll need to eat and sleep for a week before you move around.” 

“Villain?” Hero rasped. Their vision had cleared and the pain in their stomach had ebbed to only a throb. Their entire body was heavy though, as if they had used every last ounce of their energy and then some, leaving only the power to breath and whisper a few words. 

A hand ran through their hair, sweeping it from their sweat covered forehead. Unlike before, this touch only conveyed concern and comfort rather than sadistic pleasure. 

“Yeah buddy, it’s me. I’m sorry I was late, but you should be alright in a couple weeks.” 

Hero gazed up at them in confusion. “But how?” 

“Like I don’t know what the police are up to at any given moment. When they called you in for a minor drug deal I got a little suspicious…and here we are.” Villain gave them a  rueful smile. 

“But…Criminal…” Hero struggle to keep their eyes open. 

“No longer a problem.” Villain said. Then they looked a little troubled, pausing in their ministrations of Hero’s hair. “Best not to look to your right though…you have too fair a disposition to look at Criminal now.” 

Hero could only open their mouth in response before darkness took them.

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*This was a strange little snippet that I wrote after dreaming about it. Hope y’all enjoy!

His heart pounded almost in time to his running feet. His long silver hair was in disarray and kept slapping him in the face whenever he turned a corner or skidded to slow down. No matter how he felt, no matter how much his body begged him to stop, Kiran had to keep running.

He clutched his messenger bag close to his chest, making sure all the contents inside would stay safe. Though his ribs ached and he could feel the recent blows to his head begin to swell, the only thought that ran though his mind was what kept him going.

If I go, he’ll be safe.

Kiran repeated that phrase like a mantra over and over. His sneakers squeaked in the damp streets and whenever he passed under a streetlight there was the chilling fear that someone would have spotted him. If he calculated it right, he would have at least a ten minute head start. He looked into his mind's eye for a brief moment and saw that ten minutes was just about right. After ten minutes the alarm would be raised and everyone would come looking for him. If he made it to the bus station before then, he may have a chance.

He thought about looking further and seeing if he actually could make it by bus without being caught, but then thought better of it. He barely had the energy to keep running and just the split second of looking to see if he was in the clear had worn him out. Normally he could gaze into the immediate future with no problem, but with his injuries taking up all his energy there was little he could do. Best run and fight for the best, rather than see the future, pass out in the street and surely be found.

To Kiran’s relief within minutes he was at the bus station. He quickly pulled the hood from his sweatshirt over his head, concealing most of his hair and bruises. The most people should see are his steel blue eyes behind slightly broken glasses. If they questioned the cut that his glasses had graciously given him during the fight, he could just say he slipped in the damp night.

A poor excuse, but one which would settle for people with only mild concern.

He was breathing harshly and he fought to slow it down so as to not appear desperate. He would get a ticket for a bus leaving as soon as possible. If he was lucky, his clan would not figure him going to the bus station. Kiran hoped they would assume he went to Zain’s place. A normal move for Kiran to take.

Which was why he was not taking it.

A small part of him wanted to cry, wanted to squat down holding his bag and wait for Zain to find him and put everything right like he always did. But Kiran knew that wouldn’t work this time. If he had any hope of saving his clan, he needed to get away from them. Kiran was about to break every rule a divinator is supposed to live by. He could only pray it would be worth it.

The fates seemed to be working in the young man’s favor as he was able to purchase a ticket and board the bus with no one interrupting, asking too many questions, or trying to stop him. No one asked about his unkempt appearance, though looking at the other occupants of the bus that made sense.

As he found a quiet spot next to a window, Kiran huddled up in his damp cold clothes and made a mental checklist of what to do next. Zain had taught him years ago how to disappear if he ever needed to. There were specific steps to ensure that no one found out where you were or where you were going.

Unfortunately, Kiran had already broken the first rule which was ‘change your appearance’, but in his defense he really didn’t have time nor had he planned to disappear tonight. He could cut his hair or something later.

What were the other steps Zain had told him? Kiran concentrated, but the aching in his chest and head made even thinking feel fuzzy.

Damn. If only he had the energy to reach back with his mind. If he could do that he could watch the conversation he and Zain had those years ago as if being present for it a second time. As it was, he would just have to rely on normal memory.

How annoying.

Kiran wondered where this bus was even going to take him. He had been so intent on buying the first ticket out of here he hadn’t listened to the teller when he stated the bus’ destination. He looked down at his ticket.

This bus was going to travel along the coast. Perfect. If he couldn’t get to a good, out of the way place from the bus, then maybe he could by boat. Anything but a plane. Zain had warned him against planes. Planes required too much information to buy a ticket. Information would leave a trail for others to follow.

The bus engine started. Kiran felt himself rocking backwards as it left its parking spot and pulled onto the road.

No one had stopped the bus.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

It was only then that he started to feel the real panic of what had just happened. He huddled closer to himself and hugged his bag. Not a very manly pose for a twenty year old, but if he wasn’t gripping something he knew the tears would escape. He took a deep breath and released it shakily. His hands felt cold and he could now see the red cuts that covered them in the passing lights of the street lamps. There was sweat on his forehead. His eyes hurt from just being open.

Oh god, what have I done? How am I not dead?

Don’t panic. Another voice sounded in his head. Zain from a few years ago. Another lesson about defense and avoidance. Panic will only make you think about the worst outcomes. If you focus on the worst outcomes, there is more of a chance you will let them happen. Never give your opponent that opportunity.

Once more he tried to think of his next step. The way his mind was fogged he kept getting sidetracked. First the dream, then the attack, and then running to the bus station...it was a wonder he hadn’t passed out. Kiran made a mental note to tell Zain of his increased stamina.

Then he remembered Zain wasn’t there. Kiran would most likely not see Zain for a very long time, if ever again. The bus jolted over a pothole. Kiran hit his head on the glass of the window and groaned.

All the lessons that Zain had given Kiran about disappearing and survival had come with the certainty that Zain would be with him when he did. Every plan included Zain, or at least somebody, by his side. For a Diviner to travel alone was not only unheard of, but practically asking to be killed.

If his faction didn’t find him first, another would. Or worse.

Kiran shivered and hunkered down in the seat. If anything were to happen in the next few hours there was nothing he could do about it on this bus. The best thing he could do was try to rest and maybe enter a light healing sleep. His mind sure needed it, not to mention his body.

Taking care not to have his head on the window again, he closed his eyes.

What he didn’t know was that someone else was on the bus watching him, waiting for the perfect moment to make their presence known to the wayward Diviner.

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When a new hero arrives in the city, things seem to change for the better.

Hero is good at what they do and even better at gaining the publics praise and adoration.

The agency is ecstatic to have them on their team and seems to schedule photo ops and press conferences with the new Hero as often as possible.

Hero seems perfect in every way.

That is until Villain finds out something about the new Hero. Something which causes Villain to want to tear down everything new Hero has put together as well as protect new Hero from the very praise they thrive off of.

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*Warning: This snippet contains thoughts of unhappiness about ones body. Please be safe my darlings! Love y’all!

Hey all! Here’s a little snippet I thought of today! Hope y’all enjoy!

New Hero had many things going for them in the field.

Their skills were unparalleled and many agencies had rallied to get New Hero on their payroll and in their city. They were unmatched in strength, their intelligence was superior to most (except maybe Hero themselves), they had a kind heart and a pure soul, and overall they were an all around great hero.

If only it wasn’t for their looks.

New Hero was ugly, like unbelievably ugly. The hunchback of Notre Dame was more of a biography for New Hero than a fiction novel.Their back was hunched, their eyes uneven, and their arms an unusually large size. It made them intimidating, it made them unapproachable…it made them scary.

Children would run after just one look, mothers would frown in disapproval, and men would look one step away from reverting back to the pitchfork and tar days. New Hero didn’t mind that so much, after all they had dwelt with that their entire lives; what really hurt though, what truly cut deep, was when their own team would have the same reactions.

New Hero had hoped, expected really, for other heroes to accept them for who they were and their skills, seeing past the looks and onto what really mattered.

No such luck.

New Hero dipped their head as they walked through the agency’s hallway. After every turn and every doorway they heard the gossip being spoken about them.

God, have you ever seen anything like it?

I can’t look, not if I want to eat lunch today.

Those eyes! It’s like they see everything yet nothing…it’s creepy.

A monster.

Maybe we should warn Hero…I mean we can’t have someone like that seen with our Hero…

God, they didn’t even try to say them under their breath anymore. At least when New Hero first started the others had the courtesy to say those awful things after work or behind closed doors.

Not to mention the last comment, spoken by Other Hero while standing in the control room…Hero, the great and perfect Hero, was coming back from a long mission today. Hero had been gone the entire time New Hero had been there and the two had never met, but New Hero had heard enough to know what to expect.

Hero was, for all intents and purposes, perfect.

Hero was everything a hero dreamed of being and more. They were lithe, strong, kind, brilliant, confident, a born leader, and…and…simply beautiful. Hero was aesthetically pleasing in every way. Strong, but not too bulky. Tall, but not too towering. Eyes bright, but not too intrusive. Skin flawless, but not in an artificial way. Hero was the perfect poster-person for the agency…Hell, for any agency. Not only were they charismatic and handsome on screen, but their work as a hero was unparalleled. They got the hardest assignments and gave back the best results. New Hero knew that pretty much every agency in the world was vying to get Hero in their city, even though Hero had pledged to be in theirs.

Hero really was perfect.

And they were coming back today…to the agency…after months of undercover…and they were going to see New Hero…the exact opposite of Hero.

Shit, New Hero wasn’t looking forward to this. They could handle the mockery and slander from the rest of the agency, but if Hero…THE HERO…agreed with them…well that would just prove it, wouldn’t it? New Hero was a monster.

“Hey freak!”

New Hero closed their eyes in resignation.

“Freak! Yeah you! I have something for you.” New Hero turned and saw three lower level heroes standing behind them.

“Yes?” New Hero asked, ice in their voice.

The Low Hero who was in front spoke, “SuperHero has a new assignment for you. Said we need to bring you to the training room for the debrief.”

New Hero furrowed their brows, “Why the training room? Why not the war-room?”

The other two heroes scoffed.

“Because the systems are down in there! God, don’t you know anything or do those eyes and clay ears only pick up the occasional piece of information?”

“I…I knew that! I just forgot is all,” New Hero countered. Well, that was a lie. In truth New Hero had no idea about the systems being down, but they had been out on patrol all morning and the systems were always on the fritz.

God, just because they looked like a nightmare didn’t mean they were stupid.

The three led them down the stairs to the underground training room. Well, room was an understatement. It was more like a vast cavern the size of several football fields.

New Hero looked around for SuperHero, but couldn’t see them. Actually they couldn’t see anyone. Only the emergency lights were on in the room, casting long shadows and filling the corners with darkness. If SuperHero was here, then they must have been standing in one of the shadows, but New Hero doubted it.

Dammit, they really wouldn’t go this far would they?

The door closed behind them.

They would.

“You can’t really think we would let you be seen during Hero’s homecoming,” Came a voice from the other side of the reinforced door. “The News will be there. We want Hero smiling and looking confident, not like they’re holding back disgust. Just stay down here until it’s done.”

New Hero heard them walk away from the door. They tried to open it, but of course it was locked. Not only locked, but designed to hold back even SuperHero powers during training. There was no way out. They would have to wait it out.

The emergency lights cut off.

Oh…oh that changes things. New Hero disliked the dark, it was mysterious and who knows what was hiding in it, but they absolutely could not handle pitch darkness.

The training room was underground, no windows or they couldn’t contain heroes’ powers when practicing.

No, no, no! They really couldn’t handle this! So many memories of complete darkness…so many terrors lurking within…all to hide their face!

New Hero felt their control slipping, their fear taking over…and next thing they knew they were pounding ruthlessly on the door with all their immense strength. Screaming obscenities, begging for light, freedom…anything to escape.

They stayed in that state for what felt like hours. Nothing but fear, screaming, hitting, and darkness. All consuming darkness. They felt their mind falling into it.

But, then suddenly, it was broken.

A stream of warm light sliced through the darkness accompanied by the sound of the heavy door opening.

New Hero squinted in the light. They knew they must look even more terrible than usual, tears covering their blotchy face, blood all over their fists…but they didn’t care. They scurried into the light as quickly as possible.

It was then that they noticed something coming out of the light. A figure that seemed to give off light themselves. Surrounded by the warm glow a person New Hero didn’t recognize at first, stood tall in the doorway.

“New Hero?” Came a soft voice came from the brightness. “It’s alright. Everything’s alright.” It was a nice voice, the kind that instantly calmed and disarmed. Melodic.

The figure crouched down to New Hero’s level. A hand came up, holding a pure white handkerchief. It was slowly wiped across New Hero’s dirty, tear covered face.

“I’m sorry,” the voice continued. “I didn’t know…I’m sorry.”

The handkerchief was put down once New Hero’s tears were dried and soft hands clasped theirs and brought up their bloody knuckles.

“Oh my,” the voice said. “How scared you must have been.”

Then, slowly, non intrusively, arms were wrapped around them. The warm embrace was something New Hero was not expecting, yet they melted into it instantly. There was something welcoming about these arms. Something which just radiated unconditional caring.

“Let me know when you’re ready and we can go upstairs.”

New Hero stayed in the arms for longer than what social convention would strictly allow, but after a few minutes they pulled back. Now that their senses were back to normal, they wondered who in the world was with them. Everyone at the agency flinched back when New Hero approached. Some even sanitized the keypad after New Hero typed in their pin…no one would willingly touch them, let alone hold them like this.

They leaned back and looked into the strangers eyes.

Hero’s eyes

Oh god it was Hero! The Hero! The beautiful, perfect Hero. Still in their uniform, though their gloves and mask had been removed. They had a look on their face which didn’t suit their good looks. They looked kind, yet angry, with a touch of sadness in the corner of their eyes.

“You want to go up now? I’d understand if you wanted to wait,” Hero said. They must have been confused at New Hero’s staring because then they said, “Are you okay? Do you need anything? I have a weighted blanket and water in my room…would that help? That usually helps me…maybe something hot? Or perhaps food…”

“Why are you here?” New Hero interrupted.

“What?” Hero leaned back more, though kept their hands on New Hero’s elbows.

“Why are you here? Talking to me? Letting me out?”

Hero scrunched their eyebrows together, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

New Hero looked down, “It’s not good for you to be seen with me…you have an image to maintain.”

“Nonsense.” New Hero looked up at Hero’s tone. “Can’t be seen? I have an image? Is that what they told you?”

New Hero nodded.

“New Hero, I’ve read your file. I read all the files of those who come to this agency…and I have never seen one as exemplary, as caring…” Hero took a breath, “New Hero, I don’t care what the other’s have told you or what they said about me… I would be honored to have someone like you seen with me. You’re a fantastic hero.”

New Hero felt their tears come anew. Only this time it wasn’t in fear.

“You think you’re ready to go upstairs? Your face isn’t as red anymore.”

New Hero nodded and Hero helped them up.

“Sorry about that,” New Hero said when they saw the dirty hanky on the ground.

Hero shrugged, “Don’t worry about it. It’s only cloth. And I get it. You would not believe how I get in enclosed spaces…not so pretty.”

New Hero smiled at that. They never thought Hero would be so personable. It was nice, it made them seem human.

As they walked up the stairs, Hero commenting here and there about stuff in New Hero’s file or what their mission was like, New Hero felt a sense of kinship they had never experienced before.

Let’s just say, if anyone ever tried to put Hero in an enclosed space, they would answer to New Hero.

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*This contains heavy mentions of domestic violence/abuse. Please be safe my darlings! I love you all!

I apologize for the delay, but this one ended up turning into a long one, so it took me a bit of time. Hope y’all enjoy!

In hindsight Hero knew they should not have gone out.

In their frantic state, after everything that had happened, going out on patrol seemed like the only option. It was normal…it was routine…it was safe…

At least until now.

Hero slid down the rough brick wall which lined the roof of the building. Their side ached, their head pounded, the bruising on their neck was probably a sight to behold and overall they could feel the panicked sadness which they had suppressed for the past two years threaten to overflow.

It had never been this bad.

When did it get this bad?

Maybe….Maybe it was just the job…that’s it….the job. The villains have been out in droves lately and Hero’s Spouse has clocked more than one overnight. Little sleep and high emotions was all it was…right?

Hero felt the tears slip past their mask as they repeated that in their head.

It was just the job and little sleep.

Just the job and little sleep.

They could go on a vacation and start again…like they did last year.

Oh god, like they did last year…

With shaking hands, Hero brought their knees to their chest. They knew it was undignified and childish, but they didn’t care. Right now all they wanted to do was be as small and protected as possible.

It was all a cycle wasn’t it? Spouse would be good for a while, and when they were they were so good it was perfect…but then they would start to get stressed…stressed at the job…stressed at Hero…at everything…then it would degrade into months of terror and walking on eggshells…only for them to take a vacation to the lake and start again…start the cycle again.

Before they knew it, Hero was sobbing. They clung to their suit, the symbol of justice and power, and let their tears fall and stain it. They felt so stupid. They felt so trapped. Part of Hero knew they needed to figure out how to leave…but another part, the scared part, also didn’t know how to live without Spouse or what would happen to the city if Hero ever left them.

“Hero?”

Hero abruptly choked on the sob and froze. Oh god, someone saw them curled up, crying like an idiot in the middle of the night. This must look terrible for the city’s symbol of justice. Hero’s were meant to be strong all the time, not sobbing on the rooftop.

“Hero? Are you…is every…what’s wrong?”

They knew that voice…but from where?

Taking a deep breath to hopefully decrease how red and blotchy their face was, Hero summoned the courage to lift their head and look up.

Looking over at them from only a couple feet away was Villain’s Henchman. They had a hand outstretched as if debating whether or not to touch Hero and a look of confusion/concern on their face. As Hero made eye contact, that look only intensified.

“Geez Hero, I know my boss got the best of you last week, but there’s no need to cry about it…” Henchman chuckled in an attempt at levity.

Hero gave no response and continued to watch Henchmen with weary eyes. In all honesty, Hero couldn’t afford a fight right now. In their current state, Hero doubted they’d win against a common mugger, let alone a highly trained Henchman.

“Come on, what’s the deal? Villain hasn’t even planned anything for tonight…don’t have to be nervous.”

Like Hero was ever nervous about fighting Villain. As much as their pride wanted them to voice that outloud, Hero found themselves unable to answer…something stuck in their throat when they moved their tongue to try. Instead Hero just laid their head back down on their knees. Henchman wasn’t attacking, so Hero didn’t have to waste energy on conversing with them.

“Hero?” This time Hero did feel a hand on their shoulder. They tried to ignore it, but their body betrayed them as their entire frame seized up and their shoulders hunched in a flinch.

Henchmen abruptly let go.

“Ah, okay…Hero? Seriously, what’s wrong? It’s weird seeing you like this.”

Isn’t it? Thought Hero. Spouse was always so careful that Hero never acted like this in public…they were probably losing their mind now that Hero had gone out before calming down.

Still Hero did not acknowledge Henchman.

“Okay…alright…” Said Henchman, more to themselves than to Hero. “I’ll just…be over here then.”

Hero heard them walk over a few feet ahead of them. Then Hero heard the light ringing over the speaker of a phone. Henchman was calling someone.

After a moment, that someone picked up.

“Hey, it’s me…yeah, I think you should come to my location…no, I’m fine but Hero’s not…I don’t know…Well, they’re just in a fetal position…They were crying, but now their not doing anything…No, I tried they’re not talking…I think they might be hurt, but I don’t know…I’m sorry, I just wasn’t sure what to do. I don’t want to leave them here…Thanks Villain.”

Oh no…oh god…Villain was coming?! Of course they were! Hero tried to get up, leave, find another place to hole up until Spouse was calm enough for them to go home…but then they realized the reason for their current situation in the first place. Their side had hurt so much during patrol that they had just collapsed here. Now they were stuck. Stuck and waiting for Villain and come and do whatever it is villains do when a hero was down for the count. Kidnap? Murder? Experient? Who knows.

They didn’t have to wait long, them staying curled up and Henchman watching from afar, as Villain was there within minutes.

“They’ve been like that the whole time?” Hero heard them ask.

“Yeah, won’t move and not a peep…you think it’s like Past Hero?” Henchman responded uneasily.

“Nah,” said Villain. “They were way different than this. Couldn’t handle the job…never as good as Hero.”

Hero heard Villain approach, but didn't move. Their side was on fire now and their neck felt so full that speaking was out of the question.

“You dead or do I still need to kill you?” That was Villain’s idea of an opening line?

Hero knew how this was going to go. First Villain would demand Hero stand, Villain would then see the damage and finish off the job that Spouse started. Seeing as how Hero felt they couldn't move and their throat was killing them, Villain would just have to lead this conversation on their own.

Instead, Hero felt Villain kneel down next to them. Strange.

“Are you hurt?” Villain asked softly and Hero did pick their head up for that. It was so strange hearing Villain this soft…Hero had never thought them capable.

Looking over their knees and making eye contact, Hero saw Villain take a sharp breath and their face pinch. Hero was sure they looked a mess. Tear stains coming from under their mask, the dark bruise on their cheek, their high collar covered most of the damage to their neck…at least they thought so.

Villain reached over, bringing their fingers towards Hero’s collar. Of course, Villain never missed anything.

Like with Henchman, Hero flinched violently, but Villain was undeterred. They gently nudged Hero’s chin out of the way and tugged the collar down.

Villain let out a low growl.

“I can see why you’re not talking,” Villain gently pulled the collar back in place. “Well, I wasn’t operating tonight and these look fairly recent. Who?”

Hero gave them an exasperated look.

“Yeah, I know, but you have a phone don’t you?” Before Hero could stop them, Villain reached over and snatched the phone from their pocket, “Just type it for god’s…”

Villain had trailed off and Hero could guess why.

Hero had put their phone on silent the moment they went out on patrol and hadn’t looked at any of the texts Spouse was sure to have sent. Now Hero could only crumple more as they saw Villain looking at them through the lit up phone screen.

Shit, this was so humiliating. God only knows what Spouse had sent.

After a moment Villain looked up from the screen, a new somber look was on their face, one hero had never seen before in all the years they had fought Villain for this city. It was a strange mix of sadness, anger, and stone.

“Would you give me your hand, Hero?” Villain whispered. Henchman inched forward at this new tone from their boss, curious as to what had caused it.

Hero lifted their right hand only to have Villain push it back down. “The other hand, Hero.”

Hero didn’t look away from Villain as they gently took Hero’s left hand and removed the glove, focusing on the small gold band around the ring finger.

Henchman gasped in surprise.

“How long have you been married, Hero?” Villain asked, still in that soft dangerous tone, but attempting to sound conversational.

Taking their hand back, Hero lifted four fingers.

“Four months?” Henchman asked.

“No,” Said Villain, still looking at Hero, “four years.” They said it as a fact.

“Wait,” Henchman’s eyebrows knitted together, “So you’ve been married this whole time? Like even before coming to the city?”

Hero looked down in confirmation.

Villain looked down at the phone once more before asking, “And they’re the one who did this aren't they?”

At those words Hero broke out into new sobs, curling into themselves once more.

“Oh my god,” said Henchman. “But Hero’s so…nice. How could…”

“Doesn’t matter,” Villain cut them off. “What does matter is where Hero’s going tonight. Which is with us.”

Hero looked up sharply, tears still falling. What were they playing at?

“We’re going to get you looked at and when you’re able you’re going to tell me everything,” Villain held up a hand at Hero’s confused expression. “No, this isn’t a kidnapping and no, this is not a trap. I might be a villain, Hero, but I know where the line is.”

Their voice took a softer tone, lowering so only Hero could hear.

“Dammit, Hero, you’re the best this city’s had in decades, I’m not about to let a piece of shit Spouse ruin that…or you.”

Hero couldn’t explain it, but they believed Villain. For the first time in years they felt a weight that had always been present, lift a bit.

They nodded their affirmation and took Villain’s outstretched hand.

Hero didn’t look at the messages still lit up on the screen.

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/creadigol/738205290309287936/iff-you-want-could-you-maybe-continue-this-this

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“I don’t even know why they do tolls…like that is sooo 1700’s.”

“Pshh…remember when you jumped that fence in 1789? The one where you took that Steve McQueen bike with you?”

“Oh yeah! That guys face was hilarious!”

“No toll paid then.”

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Finally! I have a continuation of the Villain/Photographer prompt!

Villain and Photographer Part ii

I hope you all like it!

Photographer sat in their living room, looking out at the rain as it aggressively streaked down their window. The light sounds of vintage music from the ‘30s and ‘40s echoed from their kitchen, but it didn’t give them the comfort and focus it usually did. Not with them in the kitchen. Cooking like it was a normal Wednesday evening. Asking Photographer what they preferred, carrots or peas? Potatoes or noodles? Every now and then Photographer would ask that they go out and get something from the Thai place or sub shop, just to see their unwelcome guest’s reaction…

Photographer learned early on that such suggestions were not appreciated.

So here they were, looking out their own window, sitting on their own couch, getting ready to eat their own food…all while a prisoner in their own home.

“I added a little paprika to the stew, hope you don’t mind, I like a little kick to my food.”

Photographer worked hard not to flinch at the voice as it entered their space. They tried their best everyday not to show any semblance of emotion towards Hero, no matter how long they kept them here, no matter how much they threatened them. Photographer wondered how long they could keep doing it.

“You like a little kick to a lot of things,” Photographer replied. Like thugs, ruffians, Villain…and most recently, Photographer’s stomach.

Hero let out a long sigh, as if dealing with an impudent child.

“You know,” Hero said sweetly, “We could stop this whole dog and pony show if you would just agree to my terms…and tell me where the film is. Honestly, I can’t see why you’re being so stubborn. It’s not like anyone even supports you on this.”

Photographer didn’t look away from the window. It was true, no one supported them on this. Hero already had Reporter and Editor in their pocket…Photographer was the last piece of the puzzle to control everything in the popular news agency. Everyone in the city trusted their agency to be the one to tell the truth, that was the whole reason Photographer had started it with their friends in the first place. It seemed Photographer was the last to hold out.

Hero walked closer to them, leaning over their head and looking at both of their reflections in the window. They spoke close to Photographer's ear.

“What are you even doing this for? Pride? Stubbornness? Some silly inclination that you’ll be the triumphant whistle blower of a whole conspiracy? Please, no one really cares what the truth is anymore. They never did…”

They gripped Photographer’s shoulders painfully, “Or maybe you think you can win?” They shook Photographer, their head almost hitting the glass of the window.

“You can’t win…just give me the film and do your job as I say and your freedom will be restored to you.”

You liar, thought Photographer. If I agree, my freedom will never be restored…not truly. They chose to remain silent. Closing their eyes so as not to see their reflection so close to Hero’s in the window.

“Dammit Photographer!” Hissed Hero, their grip relentless. Photographer flinched at the tone. “You know what I’ll have to do if you don’t relent soon! You think I want that? Think about all we’ve been through! Why would you make me do that?”

Instinctively Photographer tensed up, sensing what was coming next from Hero. This had become their normal nightly routine in the last two weeks. It always ended with Photographer in pain on the floor.

Knock, knock, knock. They both swiveled their heads towards the apartment door.

Hero abruptly let go of Photographer and took a step back.

“You know the drill,” Hero said to them. “I’ll be in the kitchen finishing dinner. Get rid of whoever it is quickly. If not,” Hero gave a sinister smile, “you know what happens to them.”

Photographer only nodded. So far they had been good enough at lying to dissuade anyone from wanting to come into the apartment, but they knew if they messed up even once Hero would make good on their threat. They would probably even enjoy it.

Hero walked into the kitchen and Photographer heard the music being turned down.

With a fake steady step Photographer walked over and looked through the peephole.

Holy shit! It was Villain!

At first Villain had been worried that no one was home. Maybe Photographer moved? Went on an extended vacation and that was why they hadn’t been on the job in a while? Maybe took a job with someone else for a while just to avoid the politics of this city for a bit? But that thought soon fled their mind as they heard music from within the apartment on their approach. Old vintage…yeah, that seemed like Photographer’s style.

The music abruptly went down after they knocked. Villain waited for someone to answer.

They heard a small gasp on the other side of the door. Then the sound of a chain lock being removed.

Their heart jumped into their throat. What if Photographer told them to sod off? That they were the villain everyone saw them as? What if this was the wrong apartment?

The door flew open.

Photographer stood there. One hand on the door handle, the other clenched in a fist in front of them. They looked…god, they looked terrible.

Photographer’s eyes were sunken, dark circles outlining them and emphasizing emotion that Photographer was usually able to put away during a job. They stood slightly hunched, like their ribs were bothering them, and rather than stay in a fist, their fingers were moving and twitching like crazy.

My god, what happened to you? Villain wanted to shout. Instead they waited for Photographer to say something.

“Why are you here?” Photographer said in a calm and confident voice which did not match their appearance.

“I…” Villain took a breath. “You haven’t been underfoot taking pictures lately.”

Photographer’s hand made another movement and their fingers snapped impatiently.

“Perhaps because there’s nothing worth taking pictures of. The last time seemed information enough for the public.”

Villain felt their anger rise.

“And you just take it at face value then? I thought you were better than that.”

Photographer’s hand made flippant gesture. The other still on the door handle.

“Face value is my trade, in case you didn’t notice. Perhaps you should be talking to Reporter about this and not darkening my doorstep with your schemes.”

“As if…” Villain trailed off. Photographer was twitching their hand so badly now it was hard not to take notice.

H E L P

Oh….OH.

“Well excuse me for living,” Villain finished.

It was taking a moment. The other hand was still on the door handle so they could only do one letter at a time along with simple gestures.

“You’re excused. And while you’re at it, please inform whoever gave you my address that despite my love for putting images in the public eye, I myself enjoy privacy so if they could refrain from sending anyone else here…” Photographer kept signing as they spoke.

Trapped…Hero here…trapped…can’t leave…please

“I will. Can’t say I’m surprised…You’re all the same in the end,” Villain said it with disgust as they avidly watched Photographer’s hand.

Have film…hide film…Hero want

“Well, news is news. Whatever gets readers is all I care about,” Photographer flipped their hair out of their eyes. Villain saw a deep bruise on their neck. If they weren’t so focused on Photographer’s signing, they would have been overcome with rage.

Hero was so going to die for this.

Know truth…no trust…alone…alone…trapped…please

Villain nodded that they understood the message as they said, “Then I guess I’m done here. No more excuses now you know. I’m not going to avoid you when I let off an attack or let you take as many photos as you want…no more telling the other villains to leave off. You’re on your own now.”

If it wasn’t for the reassuring look on their face as they said it, Villain was sure these words would have broken Photographer who looked so close to collapsing under some unseen pressure.

“Fine. Goodbye.”

Photographer swung the door closed, but not before seeing Villain sign back.

You’re not alone.

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Hello all! I apologize for the long wait. First I was on vacation and then work was brutal! Any-hoo, here’s a little prompt I was randomly inspired to write today. Hope you all like!

They had never thought praying to the old god’s statue would amount to much. In truth it was, more or less, a last ditch effort to deal with the circumstances at hand.

The old gods had stopped being worshiped ages ago; their statues only remained as a historic tourist prspot for the city to make money off of. Those who did go to pray, did more for show than actual gratefulness or need. A fun picture to take home and show your friends.

They were not there for a picture.

Their brother had finally gone and done it. Finally got himself into a pot of trouble he had no hope to get out of without the aid of their sibling. Aid that their sibling was unfortunately rather short of. They really should have known. It wasn;t the first time they would have to bail him out, but unlike past events, they currently were on the skids themselves.

So here they were, praying to a forest god who probably didn’t, or ever had, existed.

But they were desperate.

And they loved their brother.

Their praying had gone long into the night. Both done to fulfill the old costumes of ritual and the to pour out the sorrows of their heart to someone, anyone, who might be listening in the land of the gods.

They expected to pray well into the night and then leave with a heart still full of anxiety but a little lighter after expressing it.

They hadn’t expected, when the moon was high in the sky, for a flash if light as bright as the sun to blind them one moment and the next moment…

Have the statue gone and the god standing in front of them.

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Hi beautiful all!

I must admit that I have been in a thoroughly spooky mood lately so I had a go at a ghostly prompt! Hope y’all enjoy!

Protagonist hated living in an old house.

There were several reasons for this. Well, specifically four.

One was the ever constant smell of wood decay; a smell which made them feel as though they were both about to be transported to the mid eighteen hundreds and like they were slowly being poisoned with every breath. Next was the constant noise the house seemed to make. Whether it be creaking, banging, or just random clacks, it was as if the house itself were alive and needed to stretch its legs once and awhile. Thirdly was the never ending repairs, which almost always went unfixed and created tensions between protagonist’s mother and father.

And the last reason was currently happening.

The white washed, old rickety door shook violently on its hinges as the swan shaped handle and thumb latch rattled incessantly. Protagonist pulled their covers up closer to their chin and scooted further onto the corner of their bed. It was moments like these where they wished their bed was placed in the corner of their room rather than the middle of the wall. At least in the corner they would have felt more secure. As it was, the only protection they felt was from their covers and backboard.

A loud bang was added to the shaking and they let out a little sob. Protagonist knew they were too old for silly things like crying, at fifteen they should have been able to open the door themselves and face whatever was out there.

But that was just the problem. They didn’t know what was out there.

One more BANG ended the assault on the door. Protagonist remained stationary for a minute longer, silently hoping the thing had gone away. They didn’t move, didn’t make a sound, didn't even breathe. Silence filled the room just as if drowning in it.

With no more movements or noise, Protagonist slowly lowered their blankets and took a tentative step off their bed. If the thing had moved on then they could possibly run and make it to their brother’s bedroom. Their brother was much more adept at dealing with situations such as this.

Unfortunately, the moment their socked foot took another step on the cold wood floor, a BANG and shutter rattled the door so badly that the walls shook and the window slammed. They practically fell back on their bed, laying there frozen as they saw the hinges begin to give way.

For the first time since their family had decided to buy this cursed house, the thing which stalked the halls at night might actually get in.

They only hoped their brother heard and was coming to help.

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