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sunnynwanda · 3 months

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Under the influence: Part 2

Part 1

As per popular demand, couldn't leave this one without a part 2 :) I hope you'll like it!

Warnings: suggestive? perhaps, enemies with benefits, jealousy.

Villain was never the smothering type. They weren't needy, clingy or possessive. They never got attached and certainly were not one to get jealous. They would be pegged as indifferent and detached, if anything. They hated feeling suffocated by unwanted attention and trapped in endless power plays, so they distanced themself enough to make their stance clear. In other words, Villain didn't do relationships.

But this time was different. Their night with Hero evolved into something they were not anticipating. At first, the whole enemies-with-benefits situation seemed like a good idea. Both of them needed an outlet from their daily lives and struggles - and what better way to do that than fucking out the built-up tension? And it worked well. Too well, if they dare say.

Hero's birthday was three months ago, though it felt much longer than that. Their days went by in a grey haze while the nights blurred into something akin to a nightmare. They met up once or twice a week. Those were the only days that Villain remembered clearly. It felt like they were constantly drunk, only sobering up for the few hours that they spent in Hero's bed. Always in secret, of course. Hero had a reputation to uphold - being seen so much as talking with Villain would be a disaster. Publicity mattered more.

Which was the exact reason for Hero's official date today. And no, Villain did not give a damn about the arm candy that hung onto Hero like their life depended on it. If their sweet smiles and exaggerated giggles made Villain sick in the stomach, it had nothing to do with Hero. Villain despised public displays like that, simple as that. They knew the annual reception was coming up - and Hero needed someone to take. Again, for publicity. The few dates they had sparked discussions, which was what their PR team was building drama for - a red-carpet moment.

Villain huffs, annoyed that Hero cancelled on them for the ditz they were fake dating. Yes, they had every right to date whoever they liked. It's not like Villain had any claim over them or anything. But it still stung. They tried to convince themselves that it was their pride, but the dull ache of their chest spoke otherwise. They slammed a hand over their heart, willing it to shut up.

"I thought you had plans," Hero's voice interrupts their inner monologue rather harshly.

Villain whips around, eyebrows rising. "What are you doing here?" Hero shrugs, sitting down on the cold concrete of the roof Villain was occupying. "Though you had a date?"

Hero nods, mind absent as they trail their eyes over Villain's forced smile and strained jaw. "I did. It ended."

"That soon?" Villain cringes when the question comes out, flooding their throat with rising bile. They intended it to sound sarcastic. It's pathetic how badly they fail to control their emotions.

Hero chuckles, oblivious to the tribulations of their archnemesis. "Took some pics at the bar and walked them to their door."

They don't understand why Villain even wants to talk about something this insignificant. They'd prefer to be kissing them by now, like they always do on this roof.

"That's barely even a date," Villain comments, their voice bitter with something they've not deciphered yet. It's neither jealousy nor anger, the taste more reminiscent of... disappointment? They don't know.

"As long as it counts with the press. Wouldn't wanna waste my whole evening," Hero replies, eyes trained on the city lights. After a moment of silence, they turn to face Villain. "Do you have time? I know I cancelled, but I'm here now."

"What, your contract doesn't cover sex?" Yeah, definitely disappointment. They pray Hero won't question it. "I don't have time, though. I've got places to be and people to rob."

"Hey, are you mad at me?" Hero finally seems to be using their brain, but Villain is nowhere near being happy about it.

They curse under their breath and attempt to salvage the situation by acting dumb. "Why would I?"

"I- you seem off and..." They stop mid-sentence, stepping back into the shadows to avoid being seen when they see a reporter crossing the street.

'Course, publicity over everything," Villain bites their tongue a little too late. They shouldn't have said that. They have no right or reason to feel hurt. And yet they do.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hero steps towards them, about to get hold of their hand, but Villain withdraws it.

"Nothing," with that, they leave, deserting Hero on the cold roof.

Hero is left lost in thought. They keep replaying the conversation to try and make sense of what happened but fail to see the pattern of their behaviour, albeit unwilling, that caused the change in their dynamic with Villain. They are exhausted from the constant role they are forced to play, and Villain is the only escape they have - or, had, as it seems they will now be deprived of it, too.

Hero was in despair. Between patrolling the streets, constant nagging for interviews, fake dating and not seeing Villain other than for battle for two whole weeks, they felt overwhelmed and utterly helpless. It was too much - everything happening at once, urgent demands after pressing requirements after persistent responsibilities. They felt like a caged animal and had no one to blame - all of it was their fault. Thus, Hero was losing their sanity, and the one person that had the ability to ground them wanted nothing to do with them anymore. Another thing that was entirely their fault.

And if all of that was not enough, they had to attend the stupid reception that the mayor was hosting.

"Just my luck," they mumble, struggling with their hair, as their fingers tremble with unreasonable irritation.

They know it's not a big deal, they've been through the same kind of event a dozen times before. Today wasn't gonna be any different. They'll have a glass of ridiculously expensive champagne, force a smile here and there, nod and look invested when someone talks, take pictures for the press and leave as soon as they can. Even if their mind races back and forth, not allowing for a moment of quiet.

Needless to say, by the time their car stops in front of the city hall, Hero is on edge. They are attacked by flashing cameras and a billion questions fired at them as they walk through the doors, ignoring everyone. A glass is pressed into their hand as they enter, the mayor appearing by their side in a matter of seconds. The evening proceeds as predicted until a painfully familiar voice invades their wandering mind.

"Where's your date?" Hero attempts to turn but a firm hand prevents them from moving.

"Villain." The sigh of relief that escapes Hero is audible even over the music. The can't help the smile that tugs at the corners of their lips. God, they missed that voice. "I came alone."

"Hm?" Villain quirks an eyebrow, rounding them to stand face to face to their beautiful yet miserable archnemesis. "How come?"

"You're talking to me now?" Hero looks at them with barely contained contempt. They want to yell at Villain for ignoring - better yet, abandoning them. But that would imply admitting they were in pain.

"Excuse me? I've talked to you plenty." Villain tilts their head, lying through their teeth, but Hero sees right through them.

"No, you have not," their voice is scornful, eyes fixed on their fingers gripping the glass until their knuckles turn white.

"What, did you miss me?" Villain knows it's a poor attempt at mockery when their heart is leaping up their throat.

"I did," Hero admits, as if it's perfectly ordinary for them to say. In their mind, it is. "Why do you look surprised?"

Villain shakes their head, flabbergasted at the path their conversation has taken. The music grows louder as people start flooding the dance floor. "Why would I?"

"Don't give me that bullshit again," Hero pleads, their gaze searches Villain's face for answers but upon not finding anything, they stretch their hand towards them, opting for a different route. "Dance with me?"

"What?" Villain meets their eyes, their expression incredulous. "Are you out of your mind?"

"Perhaps I am," Hero leads them to the center of the room, ignoring the immediate stares and whispers. They are done with hiding. "I've missed talking to you," they murmur into Villains ear as they draw them closer by the waist, "and holding you."

Villain can't breathe, their lungs contracting in their chest at the feeling of Hero's palm against their back. "Did someone spike your drink again?"

Hero shakes their head no, prompting Villain to focus on them. They notice everyone's attention and their manager freaking out in the corner.

"Hero, people are watching." Villain can't tell if Hero is sound of mind at this point, but they still try to reason with them.

"So?" Hero winks before dipping them back. It's an act of rebellion, Villain assumes, barely suppressing their smirk. Fucking finally.

"There are reporters," they point half-heartedly, amusement creeping into their voice.

Hero lets out an exasperated huff but when they speak, their tone is firm and determined. "I don't give a damn about reporters. I need you."

"But what about..?" Villain's question is cut short by Hero's lips pressed against theirs. Their lips part at the suddenness of it, and Hero uses the opportunity to slide their tongue into their mouth. A few gasps and a shriek of horror escape the guests but Hero couldn't care less.

When they pull away, Villain's eyes remain closed to keep all of the spectators out of their mind. "Your public image is in shambles now."

Hero shrugs, an ecstatic grin stretches their lips when Villain meets their gaze. They recognise the familiar dangerous sparkle before Villain can utter the words. "Kiss me again?"

"Right here?" They question, stunned by the request because it was Villain - the same Villain that was disgusted by public sentiments. Villain's eyes go blank again, just like they did in Hero's kitchen when they assumed their advances were unwanted. Hero shakes their head frantically to stop their assumptions from forming. "Yes. God, yes."

Hero barely manages to get the words out before capturing Villain's mouth with theirs in a starved kiss. They feel famished, ravenous as they swallow Villain's every gasp. Suddenly Villain doesn't hate PDA anymore. They allow their arms to snake around Hero's waist, holding them close as they resume swaying to their own rhythm. Hero cups Villain's face and drags their lips over their jaw, before leaving a soft kiss under their ear. "Let's get out of here."

Part 1

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a-rat-called-remus · 1 month

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Based off a conversation with my friend:

Roman: Space is terrifying.. There's so much that hasn't been explored . . .

Logan: I don't know. The same can be said about the ocean. There's still so much of the ocean we haven't explored.Creatures we have yet to discover. . .

Remus: The ocean has mermaids who sing and talk about feet!

Roman and Logan:

Remus: What? Isn't that what "The Little Mermaid" is about?

#remus sanders #ts remus #sander sides #tss #thomas sanders #roman sanders #ts roman #ts logan #logan sanders #incorrect quotes #sander sides incorrect quotes #the little mermaid #disney #intrusive thoughts #the duke #creativity twins #forbidden creativity #creativity #ts logic

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robo-dino-puppy · 6 months

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horizontober 2023 | 31: future

#horizontober2023 #horizon forbidden west #hfw #aloy #beta #GAIA #sobeck sisters #the sobecks are the future of horizon's world and there's no getting around that #i'm excited to see beta in the next game and how she grows #and i'm very happy that aloy has family now - not just beta‚ but everyone else as well #i couldn't photomode my initial reaction to this prompt (i mean i probably could have but it would have been just a bunch of cutscene shots #and that didn't feel very creative to me)#so this is what i came up with #actually the second shot i already had and wanted to use and it's just a cutscene shot *anyway* lol #but i did my real work on the first one #i hate dealing with the base lighting #it can be great in some places and awful in others - like where beta stands D:#oops this is day 31 not 30 lmao

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meg-noel-art · 2 years

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So hyped about the new Mark of Pride face paint Guerrilla dropped ;;;;

#creative liberties taken with the lesbian flag background :)))#aloy #hfw #mark of pride #horizon forbidden west #hzd #horizon zero dawn #gonna maybe stick her one redbubble too!#my art #fanart

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sanderssidessides · 2 years

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Dark vs Light: Basic Theory

(This was kind of far on my Queue, but I just had a huge breakthrou theory so I'm getting it out there. I'm going to probably get all of this out today)

So this is going to be a big theory to cover, so I'm letting it out in chunks.

The basic idea of this theory is that each Light Side has a Dark Side.

But unlike many theories, guessing that it's the opposite, my theory is based on the idea of each opposite being the 'evil' or 'good' version of one concept.

Roman and Remus, the 'good' and 'evil' creativity.

Patton and Janus, the 'good' and 'evil' morality.

Logan's opposite will be discussed.

Virgil doesn't have an opposite. He is not good, he is not bad.

I will have at least four more parts in this, going in-depth on why each character parallels another, as well as speculating what Logan's opposite will be.

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urvape1kz · 10 days

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"The In Law" // Gojo Satoru x reader

Centuries ago, our land was set ablaze by an unyielding feud between the Gojo and Kamo clans, Japan's mightiest sorcery lineages. The rivers ran red with the blood of countless fallen, and the death toll climbed so high it became a grim tally impossible to reckon.

Noritoshi, my eldest cousin and the newfound leader of our clan, stood at the precipice of a desperate decision. His eyes, once bright with youth, now bore the weight of the centuries-old conflict.

"What's your plan, Nori?" I asked, catching the shadow of worry that darkened his face.

"A chaji," he said, hesitating as if the words themselves were a bitter pill. * A chaji is a formal tea gathering in Japanese culture usually to insight peace etc

"Inviting them to a chaji might be our way out. Gojo Satoru, their heir, remains without a bride. What if... what if I offer..."

My heart thundered in my chest. "Offer whom?" I couldn't help but wonder, even as doubt crept in. Nori, for all his intelligence, often danced perilously close to recklessness, a trait that made trusting him with something as vital as this decision a nerve-wracking prospect.

"Your sister, Yumi. She's young, yes, but she's clever and compliant. With no sorcerous power of her own, she'd be no threat. It might just be the perfect solution." He mumbled under his breath, almost as if he regretted uttering the words all together.

My mind went blank, and an icy fear gripped me, rendering me speechless. I could barely recall what I said next as a heated argument erupted, and fists flew, next thing I knew I was slumped over in a bar in the middle of a bustling Tokyo.

The dimly lit lounge seemed to offer a temporary escape, a sanctuary from the overwhelming tide of stress and betrayal that had enveloped me. With my sister being offered as a pawn and my family making a fool of my pleas, in the moment a bottle of vodka appeared to be my only solace in this fucked up game we call life.

As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, I felt a presence beside me—mysterious yet intriguing. A man with striking white hair that seemed to shimmer in the bar's muted light. His sharp, icy blue eyes held a depth of sorrow that mirrored my own.

For a moment, our gazes locked, and in that shared glance, I sensed a connection, a silent understanding that we were both experiencing our own personal nightmares. "Rough night?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly, cutting through the haze of my thoughts.

I managed a bitter laugh, "You could say that."

He nodded, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "What's your name, stranger?" he teased, his fingers gently curling a strand of my hair.

"Why don't we keep it at 'stranger' for now," I laughed, a hint of mystery and caution in my voice. I wasn't ready to reveal my name just yet, not with the weight of my worries still pressing down on me. "Well then, 'stranger'," he cooed, his voice tinged with a warmth that resonated with my own hidden vulnerabilities, "it seems we're both in need of a distraction."

The next thing I knew, I wasn't in the bar anymore but in a bed, shouting out a name that certainly wasn't my own as waves of ecstasy consumed me. When I woke up I could hardly remember the previous night -- everything was a blur. Beside me laid a tray of breakfast and a small note slipped under my plate.

"That was fun, I'm gonna miss you stranger ;)"

The irony of the situation nearly made me laugh. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined having a one night stand, yet here I was. Before I could even reach for my breakfast, my phone rang from across the room. With a sigh, I struggled to reach it, my back aching for reasons we all know why. As I waddled across the room naked, hand on my back, I felt as though my ancestors were looking down on me in shame while I answered the phone.

"Cousin," came the voice on the other end as I answered the call. "Where in the world are you? We've been searching for you all morning, and the meeting with the Gojo clan starts in less than an hour. Do you intend to disgrace our family?" His voice echoed so loudly that it felt as though he was right there in the room with me.

"Sister, can you hear that? I'm going to be wed!" My younger sister's voice echoed on the other end. A cold wave of realization washed over me, the memories of the bar, the heated argument with my cousin, everything all flooding back. Without a second thought, I channeled the remnants of my energy to teleport back to the Kamo residence. As fast as I could, I threw on whatever I could find and raced to the dining hall, where my cousin and sister awaited the Gojo family.

"Sis, you made it!" Yumi's voice squealed. Pushing past her, I gripped my cousin's collar, I pinned him against the wall. "Nori, you can't do this, please reconsider she's not even of drinking age yet!" I yelled tears almost trickling down my face but before he could get a word out Naruko Gojo, head of the Gojo clan made her entrance followed by a figure I knew all too well.

"Is this the pigpen of a clan that wishes to propose a treaty with us?" Naruko grumbles, her eyes scanning us critically.

"I deeply apologize, my lady," my cousin retorted with a sharp edge to his voice. He forcefully grasped my wrists, prying my hands from his collar with a force so great I ought to think he’d kill me on the spot. "You must forgive my cousin's lack of decorum you see, she doesn’t get out much” he smiled playing my disrespect off almost as if it were a joke.

Her mocking laughter filled the room as she sneered, "I see. I've heard whispers of a marriage proposal, is that correct?" Her nails scraped menacingly across our family's century-old dining table. "My son Satoru is seeking a suitable match, and this appears to be the opportune moment, not just for him but for both our families. The number of Kamo casualties recently has reached an alarming high. We could end this bloodbath of a war with a mere slice of cake; it would be a win-win situation.”

Before I could fully grasp her words, my tongue unconsciously danced around her son's name. "Satoru... Gojo..." I whispered, the name echoing with an unsettling familiarity. As my eyes locked with the man behind her, his sharp blue eyes consuming me whole I began to hit a heavy realization. The man I slept with last night, who had embraced me, would now be my future brother in law.

Gojo Satoru, what have we done?

#gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #kamo clan #gojo clan #fanfiction #brother in law #forbidden love #short story #creative writing #gojo x reader #jjk x y/n #gojo x y/n #y/n #arranged marriage

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girlwithherheadinthestars · 4 months

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hero x villain

“You know, at this point I think you just cause trouble in these woods because you want to see me.” The hero said boredly as she caught the villain and a squad of soldiers about to raid a village. The soldiers all looked cold and were shivering and complaining. The hero had heard their muttering from a league away.

Upon seeing her, they bared their teeth and raised their swords but the villain just smiled and raised his hand to stop them. “Be civil, comrades. Go surround the town and wait for my call. I’ll handle the beautiful lady.”

The soldiers on their horses shuffled off.

The villains got off his horse gracefully. Everything he did was graceful and carefully deliberated, even the smile he sent her way.

“Would it be so wrong of me to wish to seek you out? I have yet to see that beautiful face you’re always bragging about.” He smirked, gesturing to the mask on the hero's face.

“Go away.” The hero said, unamused. “And take the brutes with you and out of my woods.”

“Your woods?”

“My woods.”

He chuckled. “And who crowned you the grand protector of the woods?”

“I did.”

“Come on, it's just one village.” He said, nearly sounding like an insolent child asking for one more minute outside past sundown.

“And? These people did nothing wrong.” The hero reminded him, leaning back against a tree.

“The Emperor thinks they’re harboring fugitives — ”

“They probably just made a poster of him and gave him a really ugly mustache.”

He allowed a smile. “Well, you’re…probably... not wrong.”

“And sending his most powerful asset to do such petty work? I don’t believe it.”

“I volunteered. I was bored.” He shrugged.

“So you did want to see me!” She smirked.

“I never said I didn’t.” He pointed out.

“You’re so obsessed with me that I might ask you to dinner.”

“After you beat me up and give me another bruised rib?”

“Exactly, honey. See? You’re learning.”

“I really don’t see why this is necessary. Can we just skip to the part where you actually take me to dinner?”

“And you poison my food? No, thank you.” The hero snorted. “You’re the villain and I’m the hero who’s going to kick your butt. That’s the way of the world. It’s the cards we’ve been dealt.”

“Excuse me? If anything, I’m the hero and you’re the villain.”

“There is no way you actually believe that.” The hero said, deadpan.

“Don’t heroes serve rulers?”

“Not the competent ones.”

“See, every time I see you I get a bruised rib and bruised pride. That’s not particularly hero-like behavior.”

“I think that’s a you problem. Most people find me rather delightful. Just leave if you want to skip the me beating you up part.”

“What if I don’t want to skip the you beating me up part?”

The hero blinked. “You’re annoying, you know?”

“Mhm.”

“Just let the village alone.”

His dark eyes flashed. “Make me.”

#from my wip #writeblr #enemies to lovers #writing #my writing #creative writing #this is part of a much bigger monstrous piece of fiction i wrote #like 300 pages of epic fantasy you guys i can't 😭#i need motivation to edit it #and my dumbass decided to make it part of a four book series. four books. i'm going to have a meltdown.#anyway please don't steal this i can't handle confrontation 🥺 i'm a smol bean who can't even order a coffee #love you darlings <3 #villain x hero #villains and heroes #hero #hero x villain #romance #forbidden love

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