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Once an idiot, always an idiot

“Shit, Hero,” Villain chuckled, strolling into the room with an infuriating casualness. Even to themself. “We really need to stop finding each other like this.”

Hero didn’t bother to mutter a reply, just grumbled incoherently and closed their eyes.

“Aw, no love for your rescuer?” Villain smirked, crouching down beside where the Hero was sprawled out on the rickety old couch. The smirk faded as they realized how much blood there was in Hero’s hair and underneath them.

They muttered a curse and spun around, snapping orders at the few henchmen that had followed their boss inside the abandoned mansion. The scrambled to obey, quickly returning with the requested items.

The villain started by having one of their men help the hero sit up. The Hero cursed them out the entire time, but didn’t for once try fighting back or resisting. They knew the drill by now.

Villain pressed the wet cloth to the back of the hero’s head, holding it there for a minute. When they pulled it back, it was soaked. And not with water.

Hero drifted in and out of consciousness as Villain messed with the first aid kit, content to let the Villain save their life again without their usual back talk. Though, Villain would have given anything to hear Hero talk back in that moment. To hear the hero reassure them that they were ok and didn’t need the Villain’s pathetic help.

“Alright, let’s get you back to my place and into the med bay,” Villain murmured after a while, finally content with their practiced cleaning and bandaging work. They wrapped their arms around the hero in a hug of sorts and pulled them up as soon as they felt Hero wrap their legs tightly around Villain’s waist.

“I don’t think they like me very much over there,” Hero drawled.

Villain chuckled once again and shook their head. “Good, because I don’t like you over there very much either.”

Hero rested their head on Villain’s shoulder, letting out a deep sigh.

“My head hurts.”

“Good. God, you’re an idiot.”

“Me?” Hero exclaimed, breaking out into a giggling fit. “Neeeverrr.”

Villain smiled fondly, shaking their head softly. “Always, love. Always.”

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Hey y’all! I’m looking for more blogs to follow that post fairly consistently and don’t mind chatting every once in a while! Please reblog or comment with the kind of stuff you write and how often you post on average, and also if you don’t mind asks and reblogs!

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Hero had gone a few days without appearing before. Villain didn’t mind; it gave them more time to work on their next project, or even to just relax. After a week, they were suspicious. After two weeks…

They refused to call that feeling “worried.”

And when one of their henchmen contacted Villain, saying they’d found Hero, well, they refused to call that feeling “relief.”

Regardless, they climbed into the back of their company car, a nondescript silver number that could be bought at any dealership but had, of course, been modified. They sat silently in the back seat, one leg crossed over the other, cane in their lap. The driver was silent, as usual, but it was not the comfortable silence of employer and employee.

It had started to rain by the time they arrived at Hero’s location nearly an hour later. A small, sparsely populated town, hardly able to be called a suburb. A pair of abandoned storefronts, separated by an alleyway.

Henchman bowed to Villain as they exited the car, then gestured to the alley.

The tip of their cane tapped on the cracked cement as they made their approach, entering the filthy darkness with an old sense of familiarity, something they’d vowed to never return to. And yet here they were, staring down at the crumpled form of Hero, supported only by a stack of rotting wooden pallets.

The sound of Villain’s cane seemed to have roused Hero a bit, the sound of an impending confrontation perhaps awakening their senses. Their hair was filthy, their face streaked with dirt and blood from a scabbed-over cut on their forehead. One arm was bare, swollen below the elbow, broken. Their uniform was torn, more cuts peppering their body, bruises visible on exposed skin. The stink of old blood almost made Villain recoil.

Hero’s dull eyes met Villain’s sharp ones for a moment, then returned to the filthy concrete beneath their feet. They did not want this to be how they first saw Hero without their mask.

Villain shifted their weight to their good leg and raised their cane, catching Hero’s chin with the tip and raising it, forcing the eye contact this time. Hero doesn’t look frightened, angry, or even… all there. They simply look exhausted and pained and resigned to whatever fate Villain has in store.

Villain took a deep breath, steadying themself before they spoke.

“Who did this to you?”

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Writing Prompt #22

As the threat approached, the hero began sweating bullets.

It's a strange power, but they weren't complaining as they frantically loaded their gun.

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Two years.

Villain had been looking for two years, to no avail. Every turn led to a dead end in the maze Supervillain created, every tunnel dug led to nothing but darkness on the other side.

Until one day, Supervillain made a critical error.

Villain, their sidekick, and Hero’s Sidekick were all gathered in the living room where the four all used to live together. Now, it was used more as a base of sorts, a neutral zone.

Villain’s Sidekick had contacted the other two that morning, saying that Supervillain had sent another video of Hero. They had their best hackers working on it as they were sending the message.

Hero’s sidekick paced anxiously as they waited for one of the hackers, any of the hackers, to return. They didn’t care who, or what news they held, they just needed something to break the suffocating silence.

They made sure to keep their distance from the two villains, shooting them a wary glance every once in a while. Hero’s Sidekick hadn’t spoken to either of the people they used to once be so close to, used to trust everything with, in over a year. They’d all gone their separate ways a year after Hero had been captured, unable to keep the peace that had once been carefully maintained by Hero.

“HSidekick, you have to relax,” Villain said gently, moving to stand. They had a sympathetic look on their face. HSidekick had really been neglecting themself lately, they could tell. Their hair was unwashed and thrown into a messy bun, they still had their pajamas on, and dark circles under their eyes.

“Don’t come near me,” the sidekick growled, taking a step back. “I don’t care how close we used to be, you two are villains.”

Villain glanced at their own sidekick, who had an expression that one would carry after being slapped. Villain held up both hands and relaxed into the couch. “Easy. Remember why we’re all here. For Hero.”

At the mention of their mentor, HSidekick broke down. They fell to the floor, hands tangling in their own hair.

“There’s no point, there’s no point, they’re not coming back,” the young sidekick whispered, tears rolling down their face. “We’ve already tried so many times, there’s no way we’re ever getting them back.”

VSidekick opened their mouth to reply just as their phone buzzed in their pocket. They pulled it out and after a warning look from HSidekick, set the phone on speaker mode and set it down on the coffee table.

“This is VSidekick.”

“Hey VSidekick, this is Hacker. Yeah, I found a code error in the encryption in that video you sent over. It’s a tiny error, only a single letter off, but I can pretty much access any information you could ever want from it. Any specific information you need in particular?”

Both sidekicks eyes shot to the Villain, waiting for them to speak.

“A location, and a name, if possible,” they said eventually, keeping their voice low. VSidekick relayed the information, and the three waited with baited breath as the phone picked up the sound of computer keys typing rapidly.

“90102 Ambrosia Gates, Ambrosa. It’s a townhouse community in Ambrosa’s eastern district. There’s no name attached to the video, but I can see who lives at that particular residence if you’d like.”

VSidekick, forgetting that they were on their phone and not in person, nodded their head eagerly. After a nudge from Villain, they were quick to realize and stutter a confirmation.

More typing, more breath holding, more exchanged looks between Villain and VSidekick that HSidekick couldn’t read.

“Civilian and Civilian 2, a married couple who’s lived there for a year and a half now.”

There was more silence, everyone waiting for someone to speak. Eventually, VSidekick picked up the phone to thank the hacker and discuss ways of payment.

After ten minutes of discussion, the sidekick hung up and pocketed their phone once more.

“We’re gonna get them back, HSidekick,” Villain said quietly, looking at the now hopeful sidekick. “I can’t promise anything, but we’re gonna try.”

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For The Crown

I have a lot planned for this story, so here’s the masterlist for it! It should be mostly in chronological order!

Pre-Marriage

For Better, Or For Worse

After Marriage

Don’t Kill Him

Not For Me, Not For You

Time To Learn, My King

He Hates Her, He Loves Her

Acceptance

What Did They Do (Capture)

Craving

Dangerous

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What Did They Do, Pt. 1

Prompt: Sensory Deprivation

Fandom: Original Work

Anyone want part two?

CW: Sensory deprivation, intimate whumper, female whumper, forced marriage, power manipulation, I feel like I missed a tag so if anyone wants to point out what I missed go for it!

“Canin, tell me something,” Cleo hummed, watching the guards tying Canin’s ropes closely to ensure they did it correctly. Not that she expected Canin to try and escape. Alexander had done well in making him the perfect husband for her, so anything of that nature was far from Cleo’s extensive list of worries. 

Canin looked up at her. He had been perfectly silent this entire time, not making a fuss when the guards had so rudely woken him from his slumber, not when they’d dragged him roughly down the stairs and pushed him to his knees, not when Cleopatra appeared. Perfect.

“I’d tell you anything, love,” he replied robotically. A phrase said hundreds of times since they’d gotten married. Something that came easily, these days.

“Do you really love me?” she whispered, crouching down so that her face was inches from his. “Or is it because of what Alexander did to you that causes this false love?”

The queen’s lover took a deep breath, clearly not expecting the implication that she wanted a truly honest answer. “Well-” She had asked this question before and the answer was easy. But the answer was also never truthful.

“-I will admit, a lot of it is because of Alexander, and because of you,” he replied quietly, not meeting her eyes out of shame. “I still love you, but if it weren’t for Alexander and you constantly helping me to become a better person, a better husband, I definitely wouldn’t be this perfect for you.” Brutally honest and carefully worded. 

Cleo eyed him, studying him closely. By her reaction, he couldn’t tell if she liked or was furious at his answer. She gave him a small, empty smile after a minute. 

“Thank you for being honest.” She rested a glowing hand on his forehead; after she was finished placing the spell she stood back up and with that, left the room. 

The guards continued to work, tying ropes and blindfolding him, plunging him into complete darkness and silence. 

And that was where he stayed for a few days on his knees, not speaking, not eating, barely sleeping. 

On the first day of the punishment, he managed well. The king went over all the things he’d say to Cleo when she freed him from his punishment to gain her forgiveness. What was he being punished for? He honestly had no idea, but he was grateful for it nonetheless. 

By the second day, his mind was less calm and more screaming. Craving touch, craving a soft word, a harsh word, anything. Anything to make his skin stop crawling. He was ready to fall onto his face and beg for forgiveness just to escape this silent hell. There were a lot of things Canin could withstand but this was not one of them. 

By the third day, his rescue came, just before his mind collapsed. It started with his arms and legs being cut free. As much as he wanted to throw himself into Cleo’s arms and sob tears of joy and gratefulness, he stayed perfectly still. 

A gentle hand, one that felt different than Cleo’s, cupped his chin. He rested his chin on the hand, closing his eyes and relaxing; allowing the guards to continue to cut away all the ropes. Canin found it a little strange that the earplugs weren’t the first thing to be removed, so Cleo could talk to him while the guards worked, but he chose to dismiss it. She liked keeping him on his feet, after all. 

Eventually, the earplugs were removed and the blindfold was lifted. Canin blinked against the blinding light, but when his dizzy vision evened out, the person in front of him was not Cleo.

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hey! can you write on "nightmares" on your prompt thing??

Absolutely! It took me a while to finish cause I was going back and forth on two different endings, but I’m happy with the one I went with and I hope you are too!

Prompt: Nightmares

Fandom: Original Characters

Peace and quiet were never a thing, not for the Hero. Ever since they had left Supervillain, they couldn’t escape the chaos of their world.

They managed to wade it out for close to a year, the endless nightmares and hallucinations. The screaming in their head. At first, they couldn’t figure out why suddenly, the day after they left the villain, no amount of medication, no amount of therapy, could stop the nightmares.

They held out until they started seeing Villain, their new lover, in every dream. In every dream without fail, there would be VIllain, either brutally murdering someone or being brutally murdered.

Their breaking point, really, was a nightmare of Villain coming at them, crazed and possessed, bearing a knife. The hero was backed into a corner, nowhere to go. Then, the knife plunged deep, deep into their chest. What made that nightmare different from every other one was Supervillain.

They were there, they’d never been in Hero’s dreams before, pushing the Villain off and pulling Hero into a warm hug. And everything was quiet during the entirety of that hug.

When the hero awoke from their first quiet dream in a year, they knew what they had to do. They had to find Supervillain.

And by god, were they going to kill them.

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Once, there was a haunted house by the sea. No one knew where it came from, or where it goes. Every day at exactly eight thirty every evening, it stands up and leaves. It goes moaning and groaning, looking for something. Once, someone tried to answer where the old house goes, and they were never heard from again.

Rumors say that it once was occupied by a lonely old woman, who always went out at the same time every evening looking for other lonely souls like herself to join her at her dinner table. The rumors say that at exactly nine pm, she would return. Sometimes by herself. Most of the time not. No one knew what happened to those who joined her at her table.

Other rumors state that a man and a dog used to live there. The dog was loyal to the man, and the man to the dog. They were never seen without the other. Then, one day, a siren washed ashore. The man grew curious, and despite the dog trying desperately to drag the man away, the man threw away the dog and continued forward. The siren offered the man a sip of poison. No one is sure what happened after the man took the poison, but wails and howls, suspected to be from the dog, were heard for thirty minutes after. Then, without explanation, they were silenced at exactly eight thirty pm.

No one is quite sure what causes the house to leave its lonely position on its cliffside by the sea, but no one questions it. Once, there might have been whispers, but those were silenced. Now, the men just tip their hats and the women wave as the house goes, knowing it would return the next morning, its doors open to welcome the lonely and afraid in.

#NOT A PROMPT #Normally I wouldn't post stuff like this but I'm so proud of it #A little different from my usual writing style #I was challenged by a friend to write a house by the sea #and I think I delivered pretty well #writing #my writing #writers on tumblr #moonlight writings

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Hahahah it’s not quite midnight for me yet! Soon, though lol.

I’m so happy you enjoyed it! I had lots and lots of fun with your request.

First ask of the day for me so far so let’s get em! Hero x villain where during a fight Hero gets tangled in something and falls into deep water. Villain who sees this happen and refuses to let their crush worst enemy die, jumps in after them and saves their life!

I had so much fun with this! I decided to knock out two birds with one stone and do a bad things happen bingo square while I was at it!

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BTHB Prompt: Tranq Dart

Fandom: Original Characters

CW: Drowning, near death, tranquilizer dart

A lot of things had gone wrong for Villain today.

Their day had started off with their sidekick calling in sick, followed by a couple of henchmen needing to take medical leave. Then, their first fight of the day with their love Hero had gotten inturrupted by the hero’s team. And then, the weapon that they’d spent months creating got knocked off the shelf while they were babysitting their little sibling.

The only saving grace for this terrible day was that they had managed to get ahold of the hero and requested demanded for them to meet them by the docks for an evening fight after the morning one had so rudely gotten inturrupted.

Now, as they approached the agreed upon meeting place, Villain couldn’t help the giddy feeling in their chest.

The hero was standing dramatically on the edge of the largest dock, their back to the villain. Villain had to take a moment to compose themself and hide their excitement before they could announce their arrival.

“Hero,” Villain called, barely containing the excitement edging their voice. “I don’t very much appreciate your team interrupting our fight this morning.”

“Villain,” Hero returned, turning around. “Not to worry. I had a long talk with them about-“ the hero put their hands up for air quotes- “‘the right time and place to intervene in a teammate’s fight.’”

Villain nodded solemnly. “Of course. But I’m still not happy with you. And for that-“ Villain reached into their pocket and pulled out a tranq gun.

Hero ducked as Villain fired the first shot. It narrowly missed them, skimming their shoulder. They lost their balance as a wave crashed onto the dock.

“Excessive much?” Hero huffed, pushing themself back up as their foe approached.

“Consider it your punishment for not having ‘the right time and place’ talk sooner,” Villain shot back, reloading the gun. “It’ll only put you to sleep for an hour, and you’ll wake up in my arms like you always do.”

Hero gave them a charming smile, getting ready to take a step forward. Another wave crashed against the dock right as they set their foot down on a pile of fishing nets strewn haphazardly across the dock from the last wave that hit.

The entire dock shook as Villain shot again, sending both crashing to the ground.

But unfortunately, Villain hadn’t missed.

And there was another, bigger wave coming.

Villain cried out the hero’s name as they lay unmoving on the dock. When the wave hit, it sent both people flying off the dock.

Villain struggled to swim back up to the surface under the weight of all their gear and weapons. Frantically, they undid everything they could reach and pushed up towards the surface.

When they reached the surface, they could see the sinking body of the hero not far from where they were. It was a mad dash to get to them before Hero’s unconscious body ran out of air.

When they reached the hero, they took one deep breath and began swimming downwards until they felt the fabric of the hero’s costume on their fingers.

Villain wasn’t quite sure how they made it back to the surface and to the beach, but thank god the beach hadn’t been far from where they had fallen in at.

The villain laid them on their back and began CPR, frantically checking their weak pulse every two seconds and giving them as much air as the villain could spare. They weren’t dead yet, but they would be soon if the villain didn’t act fast.

They could hear shouting from farther down the beach, something about someone yelling that there was a villain on the beach.

Their head shot up and he could see three fishermen staring and pointing at him, on top of the hero, performing CPR.

“Don’t just stand there!” They shouted at them. “Call an ambulance!” They looked back down at the hero as soon as they saw one of them pulling out their phone.

“Don’t die on me, Hero, don’t die,” they whispered, giving them yet another emergency breath. They wanted so badly for them to wake up, but the tranq dart ensured that that wouldn’t happen for at least an hour.

They breathed a sigh of relief when the hero’s unconscious form began coughing up water. Villain flipped them over and began patting their back, encouraging all the water to come up. Both people’s pulses steadied, eliciting another deep sigh of relief from Villain. They would be ok. Help would come, Hero would wake up, and they could both go home and rest. To their home.

#I’m glad you enjoyed it! #we’re going hiking first and THEN I’ll go to bed #promise 😁 #moonlight chats #reblog

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First ask of the day for me so far so let’s get em! Hero x villain where during a fight Hero gets tangled in something and falls into deep water. Villain who sees this happen and refuses to let their crush worst enemy die, jumps in after them and saves their life!

I had so much fun with this! I decided to knock out two birds with one stone and do a bad things happen bingo square while I was at it!

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BTHB Prompt: Tranq Dart

Fandom: Original Characters

CW: Drowning, near death, tranquilizer dart

A lot of things had gone wrong for Villain today.

Their day had started off with their sidekick calling in sick, followed by a couple of henchmen needing to take medical leave. Then, their first fight of the day with their love Hero had gotten inturrupted by the hero’s team. And then, the weapon that they’d spent months creating got knocked off the shelf while they were babysitting their little sibling.

The only saving grace for this terrible day was that they had managed to get ahold of the hero and requested demanded for them to meet them by the docks for an evening fight after the morning one had so rudely gotten inturrupted.

Now, as they approached the agreed upon meeting place, Villain couldn’t help the giddy feeling in their chest.

The hero was standing dramatically on the edge of the largest dock, their back to the villain. Villain had to take a moment to compose themself and hide their excitement before they could announce their arrival.

“Hero,” Villain called, barely containing the excitement edging their voice. “I don’t very much appreciate your team interrupting our fight this morning.”

“Villain,” Hero returned, turning around. “Not to worry. I had a long talk with them about-“ the hero put their hands up for air quotes- “‘the right time and place to intervene in a teammate’s fight.’”

Villain nodded solemnly. “Of course. But I’m still not happy with you. And for that-“ Villain reached into their pocket and pulled out a tranq gun.

Hero ducked as Villain fired the first shot. It narrowly missed them, skimming their shoulder. They lost their balance as a wave crashed onto the dock.

“Excessive much?” Hero huffed, pushing themself back up as their foe approached.

“Consider it your punishment for not having ‘the right time and place’ talk sooner,” Villain shot back, reloading the gun. “It’ll only put you to sleep for an hour, and you’ll wake up in my arms like you always do.”

Hero gave them a charming smile, getting ready to take a step forward. Another wave crashed against the dock right as they set their foot down on a pile of fishing nets strewn haphazardly across the dock from the last wave that hit.

The entire dock shook as Villain shot again, sending both crashing to the ground.

But unfortunately, Villain hadn’t missed.

And there was another, bigger wave coming.

Villain cried out the hero’s name as they lay unmoving on the dock. When the wave hit, it sent both people flying off the dock.

Villain struggled to swim back up to the surface under the weight of all their gear and weapons. Frantically, they undid everything they could reach and pushed up towards the surface.

When they reached the surface, they could see the sinking body of the hero not far from where they were. It was a mad dash to get to them before Hero’s unconscious body ran out of air.

When they reached the hero, they took one deep breath and began swimming downwards until they felt the fabric of the hero’s costume on their fingers.

Villain wasn’t quite sure how they made it back to the surface and to the beach, but thank god the beach hadn’t been far from where they had fallen in at.

The villain laid them on their back and began CPR, frantically checking their weak pulse every two seconds and giving them as much air as the villain could spare. They weren’t dead yet, but they would be soon if the villain didn’t act fast.

They could hear shouting from farther down the beach, something about someone yelling that there was a villain on the beach.

Their head shot up and he could see three fishermen staring and pointing at him, on top of the hero, performing CPR.

“Don’t just stand there!” They shouted at them. “Call an ambulance!” They looked back down at the hero as soon as they saw one of them pulling out their phone.

“Don’t die on me, Hero, don’t die,” they whispered, giving them yet another emergency breath. They wanted so badly for them to wake up, but the tranq dart ensured that that wouldn’t happen for at least an hour.

They breathed a sigh of relief when the hero’s unconscious form began coughing up water. Villain flipped them over and began patting their back, encouraging all the water to come up. Both people’s pulses steadied, eliciting another deep sigh of relief from Villain. They would be ok. Help would come, Hero would wake up, and they could both go home and rest. To their home.

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Prompt: Bloodied knuckles

Fandom: Original characters

CW: Manipulation, blink and you miss it self harm mention, intimate whumper, using powers as a form of manipulation, forced marriage

Canin wandered aimlessly down the halls of the castle. He had no particular destination in mind, just time to spare before dinner with his queen.

Sometimes he wondered if he had made the right choice marrying her. Sure, it had gotten her to stop executing innocent civilians, but at the expense of not being able to plan rebellions anymore. He was the only one willing to stand up to the evil queen and lead the kingdom against her, and he had sacrificed that all when he had married her.

In his defense, he hadn’t known she was the queen at the time of falling in love, but he should have realized who she was sooner. If he had, maybe he wouldn’t have found himself in this current situation.

He walked on through the halls until he found himself in the royal garden. It was full to the brim with thousands of different flowers and plants, all hand chosen to be part of the garden by his lover. Each had a story, a reason why they were there. Just like he did; just like he was. Canin continues walking, stopping only to pick a rose, until he finds the back walls of the castle.

He follows the wall until he finds his little spot, a clearing within a grove of trees, hidden by vines and bushes. Within it, at the center, a single rose had been planted and carefully tended to. He nods at the guard posted there and enters.

“I want to show you something,” Cleopatra said, taking his hand and pulling him up off the bed. Canin allowed it. He didn’t care, he didn’t care about anything anymore. Cleopatra had forced his hand in marriage and then locked him away in this looming castle. It felt hopeless to care about anything, these days. The hope he had once stood for now matter naught.

She led him through the castle, down many different staircases and through what felt like hundreds of doorways, until she pushed open a grand door with a giant sunflower emblem burned into the wood. Canin squinted against the bright sunlight.

Around halfway through the garden, Cleo lets go of Canin’s hand and crouches down in front of a rose bush. Canin can’t help but admire how delicate she is with the flower she picks, one hand carefully wrapping around the stem and the other supporting the flower.

Canin follows alongside her as she continues through the garden, leading them to the castle wall. They follow the wall silently until they come across a curtain of vines. She holds them aside and steps aside so he can enter.

Canin stays off to the side as she walks to the center of the circle, marked by a ring of rocks, and lays the rose down in the middle, on top of a pile of wilted roses. She gestures at him to come over.

“This is where I come when I’m feeling the weight of being queen,” she murmurs, moving behind and wrapping her arms around him. “I want you to come here too, and leave a rose whenever you want. The rose will bear your pain, my love.”

Moss and lichen fill almost every crack and hole, vines come down from above the trees to create a little hideaway.

He sets the picked rose down in the center of the clearing, amongst a large pile of other roses.

Anger courses through him, mighty and uncontrollable. He walked over to the wall and swung his fist, connecting it with the bricks. His vision goes black as he continues to swing his fists, over and over and over. He’s not sure when he started crying. He can’t hear, can’t see, can’t stop. He needs to get out here, that’s all that goes through his brain.

An arm wraps around him, pulling him back away from the wall. His trance is broken as he struggles to remain on his feet.

“Canin.”

That calm voice washes through him, he hates it, he loves it. It pushes out all the sorrow and pain with just one word. He falls onto his knees, openly sobbing now.

She crouches down in front of him, her beautiful dress folding gracefully underneath her as she sits.

“Canin, my love, what’s going on?” She asked, pulling him into a hug. He can’t reply, realizing how scared he was through his tears and the sorrow.

She pulls away like she was zapped. Her eyes are sharp and confused.

“You’re frightened,” she murmurs, resting a hand on his cheek. “You have no reason to be, yet you are. You know I don’t like that.”

She wants a response. Canin can tell by her tone. She wants to hear him speak. Say he’s not afraid of her. Say nothing is wrong. Deny his feelings, so she can be the hero and tell him it's ok to feel things. To feel sorrow at what he’s lost, but to also feel grateful that he found her.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. He hates the fact that at her touch, everything calms. His head quiets, the sorrow and pain and fear recede, and all that’s left is gratefulness towards her because she makes it stop. He just has to ask and she makes everything quiet for him.

Cleopatra hums and takes his hands, studying the blood welling up on his knuckles. There’s no anger in her gaze, like usual. She hates it when he hurts himself, whether it’s on purpose or on accident. As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, almost everything Cleo does is for him. Always for him. No matter how angry or upset she makes him, it’s always for him.

She intertwines their fingers and presses her lips to his. Cleo gazes into his eyes lovingly as he brushes hair out of her face.

“I love you,” she whispers,resting her forehead against his. He relaxes, winding his arms around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him. “Let’s go bandage your hands. I don’t want you getting blood on your nice clothes before dinner.”

As much as he hates her, he loves her. And maybe, just maybe, things did happen for a reason.

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[herobymoonlight]

Time to Learn, My King

CW: Intimate whumper, royal whump

Cleopatra loved her men, she really did. She was grateful for the lackeys who risked their lives for her every day. She spared a ridiculous amount of patience for them because of that, which was saying something.

They quelled rebellions for her, kept nosy citizens quiet, and without her needing to say anything, dealt with any spies and got rid of guards and servants who weren’t one hundred percent loyal to her.

So when they suggested things, or dropped hints that a certain rebellion was plotting again, she made sure to pay close attention.

Hence how she found herself in the dusty old prison underneath the castle. She didn’t go down there often, the coldness of it made her hair frizzy for days. And as the queen, that simply didn’t go well with public appearance.

Prisoners jeered and yelled curses as she passed. The prison currently consisted mostly of spies from other kingdoms and rebellion members from a recent uprising. Normally she’d gesture for her men to pull one of the criers out and make an example of them in front of the entire hall, but she had eyes for only one cell today.

The rebellion leader was knelt in the center of one of the bigger cells, barely moving, barely breathing. His hands were tied behind his back, but his legs weren’t tied down. He had been placed in the kneeling position a few days ago by her brother and to Cleo’s glee, he hadn’t moved an inch. A thick, black cloth was over his eyes, and heavy earplugs shoved into his ears.

The guard currently on watch unlocked the cell for her and stepped back with a deep bow. She acknowledged him with a small nod as she entered the cell.

She knelt on one knee in front of the rebellion leader and gently took hold of his chin, turning his head side to side as she removed the ear plugs. He allowed it, remaining silent and relaxed.

“Look at you, down on one knee for me,” he croaked after the blindfold was removed, voice still crackly from screaming. He winced as she ran her finger down his bare chest, along one of the many whip marks.

She gave him an emotionless smile as she studied the wounds. “My brother sure did a number on you, huh? Poor thing.” Cleo locked eyes with him, studying the dazed and distant look in his golden eyes. “Must’ve been so scary for you, stuck in you head for so long.” She carefully kept her voice soft and sympathetic. Like she was speaking to a child.

Her hand rested on his cheek. He winced again as her hand glowed gold, signaling that she was searching deep into his mind. Searching for any leftover signs of rebellion and thoughts of escape.

But Alexander did his job well. Any thoughts of the sort were long gone, replaced now with only fear and the strong need to please her in any way possible. She smiled again and he smiled back. This time, it was a real smile.

“Let’s go back upstairs, love,” she murmured. “Untie him.” Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him into a gentle hug. He rested his head on her shoulder as the guard cut away the ropes binding his hands.

“Have we learned our lesson?”

He nodded into her neck, letting out a deep and shaky breath.

“Good. Come then, my king. We have a dinner planned today with my sister and our neighboring kingdom.”

The king allowed her to pull him up and into her arms, ready for the day ahead.

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[herobymoonlight]

"You fight with no honor."

"Yeah, because otherwise I'd never win."

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