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OMG I LOVE YOUR STORIES SO MUCH!

Could you please do one where the villian dies and the hero is all sad and stuff but then they find out the villian isn't actually dead?

Request #32

Ooooooo yes, yes, this will do nicely...

The bed was cold. Had been cold for the past two weeks.

The hero did what they'd now grown accustomed to doing and pulled a pillow against their chest, hugging it tightly whilst their eyes slipped shut - wishing it was something else. Someone else.

Sleep wasn't easy still, but it was getting better. The hero managed to drift off over the course of an hour, mind pointedly blank as they let the relief of unconsciousness wash over them. It was the only time they didn't think of them. The only time they didn't have to remember...

They woke up only three hours later. Or, at least, they thought they did. But when they felt a puff of breath against their neck and an arm draped over their waist - the embrace so warm and so familiar - the hero knew that they must be dreaming.

They turned around sleepily and tucked their head beneath the villain's chin, hiding themself away into the safest place they knew.

Softly, a hand came up to stroke through their hair, skilled fingers carding through messy locks: "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

The hero could have cried at the sound of that voice. Instead they simply cuddled closer, taking the small moment for what it was.

"You didn't," they said. "I'm still dreaming."

The villain hummed. "Is it a good dream?" they asked.

"It's perfect," the hero said.

A beat.

The silence between them was soft. Comfortable. A quiet sanctuary made for just the two of them to share - so familiar with one another that it seemed only natural that they should take a moment to indulge in that single embrace; natural to let all other things fall away if only to acknowledge a touch as if it were holy.

"I didn't plan to run," the villain said after a while. "Definitely not for that long."

The hero huffed, the sound of it bitter as it left their lips. "I wouldn't exactly call dying 'running.'"

"Woah, who said anything about dying?"

The hero froze.

Suddenly something seemed to dawn on them. Or, more accurately, everything did: the warmth of the bed, the villain's hand in their hair, their shared breaths, the way the sheets tangled around their legs...Too detailed, too specific, too - too real.

"What do you mean dying?" the villain pressed.

The villain who was alive, and here, and holding them.

Wait.

Wait.

The hero sat up and switched on the light, half expecting the villain to vanish with the room's shadows but instead they remained, dark eyes blinking up at them with more innocence than they should be allowed.

The hero's next breath came out shakily, voice no stronger than a hollow whisper: "How are you here?"

The villain's head cocked to the side, one hand reaching out...

The hero shuffled back. "You died."

Their partner froze almost perfectly, a tense second passing between them before their hand retracted back and they joined the hero in sitting up straight, brow drawing down in the same way it always did when things got serious. Always had...

Did - had; did - god the hero didn't know what to think anymore.

If the villain was alive then what had they seen? What had been plaguing their dreams - stealing the breath and tears right from them - for the past two weeks?

They had thought...God, they had thought...

In that moment, they truly didn't know whether they wanted to punch the villain or hug them.

"Hero, you," the other paused, eyes widening fractionally at the sight of the tears quickly gathering in the hero's eyes. "You didn't think I was dead, right?"

At the simple question, the hero's expression crumbled miserably.

A broken sob split free from their throat and they fumbled - still hopelessly torn between punching and hugging so they grabbed the pillow next to them instead, clutching it close and burying their face. The villain was everything to them; they had thought they'd lost everything.

"Oh, Hero, I'm so sorry." The villain's arms found them quickly, pulling them tight and close. "I'm so sorry, I didn't- I thought you would know. I thought you would - you always know me so well - and I...Two weeks. God, you thought I-- for two weeks."

Screw the pillow, the hero was too wrecked right now to do anything but cry. They pushed the item away in favour of clinging onto the villain instead, pressing in as close as they could manage.

"I'm sorry," the villain kept saying. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Good. They should be.

The hero hated them - hated them.

And they also loved them. So, so much.

Whatever had happened before didn't matter in that moment. The hero couldn't have cared less about how the villain had gotten there - how they'd come back, come home - because at the heart of it all they didn't have time to. The night was still pressing down on them: outside the streets were dark, the city lights shining coldly underneath a misted fall of rain and the sound of a rumbling unquiet...

And the hero was still so scared that they would wake up.

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Me: I'm going to do spooky requests for October - it's going to be great!

Me: *experiences the busiest October of my life*

Me: >:(

Also me: I'm going to do spooky requests for November - it's going to be great!

#i have three sat in my drafts #they're ALMOST finished #I SWEAR I STILL WRITE #I'M HERE I EXIST #I'M JUST PLAGUED BY THE DREADED RESPONSIBILITIES

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Prompt #89

It was thrashing at the door. Clawing and growling, throwing its body against the wood so strongly that the hinges almost buckled.

Did buckle after one more hit.

The human froze completely, huddled into the corner of their bathroom as the door swung open. Before them, a beast lumbered on the threshold. Its shadow swamped the room, claws clicking on the ground as it took one step forward and then another - eventually so close that the human could feel its breath bearing down on them.

They shut their eyes, waiting for the snatch of teeth around their neck...

Only to have a completely butt-naked stranger collapse on top of them instead.

#writing prompt #humanxmonster prompt #human x monster #monster x human #monster #human

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Prompt #88

"How was your hunt?" the human asked.

The monster dropped their crossbow down as they entered, approaching where their partner was sat at the dining table, polishing an old antique.

"Boring," they said. "I didn't catch anything..."

And then the next thing the human knew their chair was being pulled out and the other was towering before them, capturing their chin with one clawed hand as red quickly filled their cheeks.

"Until now~"

#writing prompt #humanxmonster prompt #human x monster #monster x human #monster #human

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Prompt #87

"Oh, please, there's no such thing as ghosts."

The villain used to say it all the time.

But, now, with their room in constant disarray around them whilst what seemed to be their former nemesis - former as in dead - tugged petulantly on a strand of their hair, the villain couldn't help but mourn their former ignorance.

Ignorance...and privacy.

#writing prompt #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain #hero x villain #hero #villain #ghost

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Can I request a vampire and a werewolf hanging out, talking about their terrible and eternal curses that robbed them of their humanity?

Request #31

I feel like this turned out a lot cuter than the request suggested, lol.

"I miss the sun," the vampire started. They were sat on the porch steps of a cabin, staring out at the dark woods around them. "I feel like my world is missing colour. Like the second I got bit my sight switched over to grayscale."

Beside them, following their gaze, the werewolf could almost understand that. The forest looked so vibrant during the day: glowing green in amber light, speckled with the red and brown of mushrooms and the white of clustered flowers; there were pink blossoms in spring, and in the fall the valley was overcome with orange - that single colour sweeping through everything in its path without remorse or signs of stopping. The moonlight ruined that though. It washed it out, and the shadows dulled whatever remained.

"I can understand that," the werewolf said after some consideration. "It must be hard, only ever seeing half of what the world has to offer."

The vampire hummed. "Warmth too. I miss days when I could just lie in the sun."

The werewolf took the confession as an invitation to move closer. They repositioned themself behind the other's back, arms encircling the vampire's waist whilst their nose nuzzled against their neck - taking in their scent slowly.

"I miss my control," the werewolf admitted. "I hate having days that I don't remember. Days that could change everything for me - and usually never in a good way."

Nothing was scarier than waking up in the middle of nowhere, alone, not knowing what had come before that. Sometimes they'd find blood under their fingernails or fresh injuries like something else had tried to mawl or ensnare them.

"Perhaps I can remember those days for you," the vampire offered. "To the best of my ability - if you like."

The werewolf paused, a little taken aback. "You would do that for me?"

The vampire leaned back into them, turning to place a kiss against the werewolf's forehead. "Of course I would. It's the least I could do."

In response, the werewolf let out a small rumble of a sound as they returned the affection, first kissing the vampire's lips and then their neck - pulling them in closer still.

"Maybe I can return the favour: provide enough shade for a sunset. Sunrise, even, if you're feeling brave."

The vampire chuckled, hands locking around the werewolf's own. "Brave? I think you have me mistaken for another vampire."

"Hmm, well, certainly brave enough to share a bed with a wolf."

"How else would I stay warm in winter?"

"Ah, so I'm just a glorified radiator now then?" the werewolf asked.

"Yes, amoung other things..." the vampire teased.

"Other things?" The werewolf let out a low growl, tail wagging behind them in a playful manner. "You want to expand upon that?"

All too happily their partner complied. "Well, you're also a spectacular pillow. Very comfy. Not to mention a pretty reliable chair - sometimes even a footstool when you're in one of those moods where you just like to curl up on the floor and--"

"I'll show you who's a footstool!" the werewolf declared suddenly, standing and taking the vampire with them as they turned back towards the cabin.

The other let out a startled yelp that broke into giggles, struggling lightly as the werewolf threw them over their shoulder. "Werewolf, no! D-Down!"

"Down?! Oh, you're in trouble now!"

They went inside, laughing, closing the door behind them softly with the vampire tucked tight between their arms.

The curtains closed soon after.

An hour later and pink light was spilling across the sky, the werewolf peeking out at it whilst their partner slept contentedly on the bed - lovingly bundled up to their chin in blankets.

One day, the werewolf thought. One day they could share this.

But not just yet...

#writing snippet #monster x monster #vampire x werewolf #werewolf x vampire #werewolf #vampire

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Prompt #86

"I don't think I belong here," the villain said.

The hero held them tighter as they danced, movements slow yet sharp when the music required it. "Nonsense. You're doing beautifully."

"I dance well, yes, but...the people--" The villain wasn't sure how to describe it. The hairs on the back of their neck had raised the second they entered the ballroom, heartbeat hitching in a way they couldn't understand. "I just think it's n-not my crowd."

"We had an agreement though," the hero reminded smoothly. "You do this one little favour for me, and I help you with your plans. You still want that, right?"

The villain didn't just want that, they needed that. Desperately. They wouldn't have come to the hero otherwise. But there was something about this place that was scaring them: the villain couldn't quite put their finger on it but it felt like the other guests were watching them without even turning their heads.

"How about this?" the hero tried to reason, the villain's faint distress apparently showing. "One more dance and then I'll take you home."

One more dance...

The villain could do one more dance.

Though, perhaps, if they had known that they were the only human in a room full of vampires they might have changed their mind.

#writing prompt #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain #hero x villain #human x monster #human x vampire #hero #villain #vampire

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Prompt #85

"Human?"

"Hmm?"

"Be honest with me," the werewolf said. They'd barely gotten changed - practically still fresh from their transformation as they stood in the doorway.

Their partner looked over at them from where they'd been sleeping, eyes squinting in the dim morning light.

"What?" they asked tiredly.

The werewolf took a breath. "How many socks did I eat last night?"

#writing prompt #human x monster prompt #humanxmonster prompt #human x monster #monster x human #werewolf x human #werewolf

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Prompt #84

"Are you a haemophiliac?" the villain suddenly asked.

The hero turned to them with a look of surprise. "Yeah, I...how did you know?"

The villain's fangs were practically throbbing. Everything in them was screaming to bite, bite, bite - to take the hero's throat between their teeth and drink.

But instead they held themself back. Smiled sly and slow.

"Because I'm a vampire. How else?" they said.

The hero rolled their eyes. "Yeah, right. The only thing you suck out of anything is fun."

The other would never know how much the villain wished that was true...

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OKAY I'M GONNA EXTEND THE TIME BY ANOTHER FEW HOURS SO MORE PEOPLE GET A CHANCE - Y'ALL HAVE UNTIL I WAKE UP!! GO GO GO!

ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP Y'ALL!

THE MONTH FOR SPOOKS AND SCARES IS OFFICIALLY UPON US AND I WANT TO DO SOMETHING FOR IT, SO:

FOR THE NEXT FIVE HOURS I WANT YOU TO SEND ME SOME SPOOKY PROMPTS.

Once that time has passed I will be closing requests until November.

I really want to try this out - I think some seasonal requests will be a really fun way to celebrate Halloween and I'm hoping it'll help me get back into a writing routine again. I'll still be releasing some regular hero x villain prompts but I'm hoping to spice it up with some more human x monster too!

I LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING ALL YOUR SPOOKY REQUESTS!!

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ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP Y'ALL!

THE MONTH FOR SPOOKS AND SCARES IS OFFICIALLY UPON US AND I WANT TO DO SOMETHING FOR IT, SO:

FOR THE NEXT FIVE HOURS I WANT YOU TO SEND ME SOME SPOOKY PROMPTS.

Once that time has passed I will be closing requests until November.

I really want to try this out - I think some seasonal requests will be a really fun way to celebrate Halloween and I'm hoping it'll help me get back into a writing routine again. I'll still be releasing some regular hero x villain prompts but I'm hoping to spice it up with some more human x monster too!

I LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING ALL YOUR SPOOKY REQUESTS!!

#GIVE ME VAMPIRES #GIVE ME PUMPKINS #GIVE ME GHOULS AND GHOSTS AND TRICKS OF ALL KINDS

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Prompt #83

"Stop pacing," the villain said.

"I'm anxious," the hero replied. Snapped, even.

They walked, turned, walked, turned. It was driving the villain insane.

"Stop. Pacing."

"Make me," the hero challenged. "Or, better yet, leave. No one is asking you to stay--"

The villain's hands caught onto the hero's waist and held it. They pulled the other closer without warning, reeling them in steadily until their chest was pressed tightly to their enemy's back - the hero now caught firmly within their arms.

And the silence that followed was beautiful...

#writing prompt #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain #hero x villain #hero #villain #writeblr

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May I request a Hero thinking they're getting rescued from Supervillain by the Villain but -SURPRISE- Villain drugs them and kidnaps them for themselves.

Request #30

CW: lightly suggestive because apparently I can't help myself.

The hero was getting tired of the whole seeing nothing thing. The ropes and the gag were similarly annoying but for some reason it was the blindfold that was really starting to grind on their nerves...

Namely because they were convinced that they should have managed to get the damn thing off by now.

They grunted, shifting about on the cold concrete floor of the cell they'd been dumped in for what felt like the hundredth time, desperately trying to angle themself in such a way that would allow them to shift the fabric up. Up and, with a bit of luck, off. Though, with how well the endeavour had been going so far, it seemed that they were closer to scraping their cheek than actually removing the blindfold.

Stupid, unnecessary thing. They were trapped in a locked room - what did it matter if they could see? The hero wasn't escaping any time soon: the least the supervillain could do was show them the tiniest bit of hospitality.

They continued their awkward shuffling on the floor, cursing internally when it got them nowhere. With a huff, they struggled onto their knees, ass up, attempting a new angle only to freeze at the sound of a lock clicking free. The door slung open behind them not a second later, the hero's cheeks turning red as they took their position into account.

The supervillain really couldn't have chosen a more embarrassing time to enter.

Slowly, the hero raised themself back up to face in the other's direction, legs shifting beneath them uneasily. And that was it: that was all they had the power do. They gulped, trying to remain calm as the door closed and locked again, the sound of footsteps starting to circle around them like any predator eyeing up its prey.

The supervillain wouldn't kill them. That much they were sure of. On the other hand, the master criminal had never been known for their kindness.

The hero couldn't help but flinch as the movement came to a stop and their chin was grabbed gently, head forced to tilt upwards towards an enemy they couldn't even see.

Seconds dragged by. A minute.

The hero's body grew more tense as the time went on, mind eternally preparing for what seemed to be an inevitable blow.

But, instead of a punch, came a voice. A voice that was not the supervillain's.

"How the hell did you get caught?"

Had the hero's mouth not been gagged, they would have gasped: there was no world in which they got this lucky.

"You do realise how hard it is to catch you, right?" the villain continued on. "Gods know I've tried an embarrassing amount of times."

The hero sagged, muscles going limp as they let out a small sound of relief. The villain wouldn't hurt them. They were an enemy, yes, but they'd helped before and the hero had no doubt that that was what they were here to do now. If there was anyone out there that would dare to defy the supervillain's plans then it was them; even at the price of saving their nemesis, the villain would do anything to ensure that the other criminal never got what they wanted.

The hand that held their chin carefully slid back to the knot of the gag and was soon followed by a second. The villain's fingers worked quickly, a breath of fresh air passing through the hero's lips within moments.

"Thank you," was the first thing the hero said. Their voice was scratchy - throat as good as sandpaper - but they spoke all the same, determined to let the other know that this wasn't a mistake. "Thank you, thank you, thank--"

"Don't thank me yet, I still have to smuggle you out of here."

It was a good point.

The hero waited patiently, expecting the villain to do more untying, only to startle a little as the top of a bottle pressed against their lips - a drop of water escaping down their chin.

"Your voice sounds crap. Drink," the villain said.

But hero shifted back instead. "Seriously?" they asked. "You're more concerned about that then my binds?"

Even with the blindfold on, they could practically see the villain's smirk as they responded.

"Of course. Your health is my main priority - it would be a shame to see you faint on me. Not to mention..." The tip of the bottle pressed against their lips again, the villain holding their head in place this time. "You look so pretty when you're on your knees~"

Maybe the blindfold wasn't so bad.

The hero's cheeks were redder than they'd ever been but they were at least somewhat sure that the fabric hid it. For the most part.

They didn't deign the villain's remark with any response. Simply tilted forwards to take a drink and get it over with, doing their best to keep steady as water poured into their mouth. The villain made sure they drank slowly, measuredly. By the time they were done, the hero's blush was tenfold and they were certain that at least half of the bottle had to be gone - their legs tired of their position and their neck aching a little as it had been forced to crane up.

When the villain let them go they sat back with a huff, letting their sore muscles relax once more. "You're a menace, you know."

"Oh, I know." The hero heard the bottle being stored away into a bag. "You love it, though."

"I do not--mmph."

The gag was back in their mouth.

The hero froze in their surprise, mind working sluggishly as they felt the villain tying it back in place.

What were they doing? They knew that they needed that off, right? They were meant to be getting them out, not reinstating their predicament.

Just what was the villain playing at?

"You really are a pain to catch," the other commented. Again. "The worst, actually."

Behind their gag, the hero frowned.

"Do you know that I've made forty separate attempts to kidnap you in the past year? Ninety in the past two?"

What was happening clicked for the hero then. They shook their head in disbelief, blindly shuffling back across the concrete.

The villain couldn't seriously be considering this. It was a joke, it - it had to be.

The hero tried talking some sense into them but it all came out muffled. And even if they had gotten the words out...something wasn't right: the hero felt fuzzy. Weighed down. The villain picked them up and the hero felt they couldn't even resist, limbs thick as lead and thoughts growing clouded.

Oh no.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, no, no, no, no.

The villain wasn't just considering, they were doing it. They'd been set on it the whole time - they'd drugged the water.

"I hope you don't mind. I mean, it's just too easy: how could I not?"

The villain shifted the hero's weight across their shoulders casually, taking a step forwards in what the hero assumed to be the direction of the door. Sleep was overcoming them quickly now and, in their dreary state, the hero honestly couldn't tell if this was better or worse. Better right? Surely better - anything was better than the supervillain...

But, then again, what the other had said was true: they never had been taken captive by the villain before.

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Snippet #26

"I think I'm going to work the extra shift tonight," the hero said.

The villain's attention was caught in seconds.

They didn't let that show though - kept their gaze focused downwards carefully, set on cleaning off their knife whilst they let the other continue on.

"Maybe tomorrow night as well. I know two days in a row is bad but it's nothing that I haven't done before."

"Didn't you already take the extra shift last night?" the villain asked.

The hero shrugged dismissively. "Yeah but...I mean, it got cut short so it - it doesn't really count."

"Doesn't count?"

"Yeah, it - well, I mean..." They paused. Bit their lip. "P-Plus the extra money could really--"

"Green light," the villain said.

The hero's brow scrunched up cutely. "What?"

"Amber light."

"Villain, what are you--?"

"Red light."

Suddenly, the hero stopped.

Somewhere in their mind something seemed to flicker and switch off. They froze, unspeaking, movement confined to the occasional blink and the steady rise and fall of their shoulders.

The villain returned their knife to its rightful place on their belt.

Slowly, they lifted their gaze up - sharp eyes meeting with the hero's vacant ones:

"You won't take the extra shift tonight," they instructed. "You'll take it tomorrow after some rest and not again for the rest of the week. And you'll make sure that you eat breakfast tomorrow, because I know that you skipped it today."

The hero said nothing.

Content, the villain turned away once more, pulling a different blade from their coat and polishing it anew.

"Green light," they said.

"--even talk...What was I saying?" the hero asked.

The villain glanced at them. "You were talking about your shifts."

"Oh, right." For a moment, the hero looked confused but their expression soon softened out, focus slipping back to whatever it was they'd been doing before. "Actually, I don't think I will do the shift tonight. I'll just do it tomorrow instead."

The villain nodded.

And then the hero continued to ramble on as usual, oblivious, ignorant, and happy as they talked for the span of a marathon.

And the villain listened to them in silence, guilty, praying that the other never found out their secret...

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Prompt #82

"Oh, baby..." The hero's hand settled into the villain's hair. Tugged a little. "You didn't only just now realise how much power I have over you, did you?"

Their touch fell down lower: over the villain's forehead and across their cheek; down their lips, and their chin, and then scratching over the fragile slope of their neck.

"How much power you let me have over you..."

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Prompt #81

Cw: suggestive.

"Remind me of all the things you like about me," the villain requested.

Beside them, the hero stirred. Their hair was still messy from sleep and the way their eyes drooped suggested they might have dropped off again if the villain hadn't spoken. They regarded their nemesis with a huff and hooded eyes, curling closer into the villain's chest.

"What? Last night wasn't enough of an ego boost for you?" they asked.

Smirking, the villain hummed, one hand slipping down to rest on the hero's waist.

"Oh, last night was enough for a lifetime," they agreed. "But I'm greedy."

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Prompt #80

"Just lie down, easy...that's it."

"V-Villain? What--?"

"No: no questions," the villain said, pressing the barrel of their gun harder against the back of the hero's skull until they were laid out flat on the floor - the criminal's thighs bracketing their waist whilst their weight held them down. "Just follow exactly what I say."

The hero made a small noise that was lost to the carpet beneath them.

Content, the villain settled into place, pulling their gun away slightly whilst their free hand came to rest upon the hero's head.

"I've been waiting a long time to do this, Hero. A long time..."

Their hand trailed down to the other's neck and then their back, palm resting just between their shoulder blades.

Beneath them the hero shuddered. "To do what? Kill me?"

A pause.

The villain smiled slowly, letting their fingers wander left just ever so slightly before pushing down with skilled intent - lips curling up further when their captive let out a startled groan.

"No, actually," the villain answered, "I'm here to give you the best goddamn massage of your life. Because this knot has been here for an entire month and it's enough of a problem to make you sloppy...

"And I refuse to fight someone who's sloppy."

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