#hero x henchman

[silver-ink-iron-words]

“ – and then, you see, they both hold the scale, and say – ”

“How’s it going, boss?” the henchman said, ambling into the interrogation room.

The hero sat tied to a chair, just as planned. The villain hunched across from them, head down, elbows on their knees.

“The truth potion works,” the villain said.

“That’s great, boss!”

“It would be. If ‘sharing all their secrets’ didn’t mean all.” The villain jerked their head up, glaring at the hero. “It’s been hours and we still haven’t gotten to the good stuff! [Hero]’s just been rambling about how Dragon Tales is a – what was that word you used again?”

“It’s an isekai!” the hero exclaimed.

The villain’s frown deepened. “And that’s a secret?”

“This info’s highly secret,” the hero said.  “In the wrong hands, it could destroy the light novel industry.”

The villain put their face in their hands. “What the fuck are you even talking about?”

“You can’t ask them anything more specific?” the henchman asked.

“I tried, but it never works,” the villain said. “Instead they just reveal some other secret that isn’t worth anything. Here, watch. [Hero], what are your agency’s security passcodes?”

“I have no spatial intelligence,” the hero said. “I’m banned from loading dishwashers in three states.”

The villain groaned.

“Hold on, I might have something for that,” the henchman said.

They went over to their worktable in the corner, and tinkered a bit with the potion, adjusting the ingredient levels. Then they returned, and stood in front of the hero.

“Will you drink this please?” they said softly.

The hero gulped. “Do I have to?”

“If you don’t, [Villain] will make you. And I don’t think I have to tell you that they’re in a pretty bad mood right now.”

Reluctantly, the hero drank.

The henchman returned to their boss’s side. “Okay. Try asking them something again.”

The villain returned their attention to the hero. “[Hero], what is your biggest secret?”

The hero bit their lip in an effort to keep their mouth shut.

“Oh?” The villain leaned forward with a renewed interest.

The hero shook their head rapidly, eyes afraid. The veins in their forehead stood out.

“You don’t need to hold it in, [Hero],” the villain said, smiling. “Whatever it is, you should just get it off your chest.”

The hero was changing colors from the strain. Eventually, their mouth flew open like a waterspout.

“I have a crush on [Henchman]!”

“What?” the villain and henchman cried in unison.

Once the floodgates were open, the hero couldn’t stop.

“They’re just so strong, and dependable. And they’re always so gentle. Have you noticed that? Sure, they’re rough sometimes, but only when they have to be. I have this recurring dream where [Henchman] and I are fighting, and then they pin me to the wall with their big, powerful arms, and then – ”

“Okay!” the villain yelled, bursting up. They began rushing towards the door with a beet-red henchman in tow. “We’re taking a break. We’re going to let that wear off, and then reconvene. Jesus.”

The hero had never been more grateful for a break in their life.  

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[raineandsky]

#78

(part 1) (part 2)

tw: blood

The first thing the hero notices when they wake up is the agonising flare of pain in their side. It needles at their breaths, burning like there’s a naked flame jammed under their skin. Fucking hell, it can barely wait until they’re conscious.

Something of a pained whine pulls out from their throat before they can stop it. A hand drifts testily to their side to try and assess the damage–what caused it? How bad is it? Can they get back to the agency?—but a gentle hand over theirs stops them.

“Don’t touch it,” someone says, their voice luxuriously soft. “You don’t want to make it worse.”

The hero bursts upright—or tries to. The pain is excruciating before they’re even halfway up. Their breath falls out in agonised tatters, their hand instinctively clamped over the burn like it’ll help. The person next to them just sighs defeatedly.

The hero finally lets their gaze fall on the other person here. A tight black shirt, a mess of untidy hair on his head and the shadow of a beard scratching at his face. Sweet, deep brown eyes, watching, the ghost of a kind smile on his lips.

They’ve seen this man before. In the background, waiting in the shadows of the villain’s brash schemes. A small piece of something always bigger than him. Of everyone the hero has ever expected to look out for them in a moment like this, the person they expected the least was the villain’s henchman.

“I’ll need to change the bandage soon,” the henchman says casually. “I was kinda betting on you staying asleep until I’d done it.”

The hero can only stare at them for a moment, bewildered, before they turn their eyes down to the blood tearing across the bandage on their midriff. The bandage itself is huge, the crimson carving a near-perfect straight line through its centre. It does look three seconds away from giving the hero a nasty infection.

They turn their attention back up as the henchman goes about unravelling a roll of bandage, a pleasant, humming tune leaking from his mouth. Baffled doesn’t come close to the emotion wringing knots in the hero’s chest.

“You were there,” is all the hero can think to say. The henchman nods, the movement almost thoughtless.

“I was.” The bandage is cut with a swift flick of scissors. “[Villain]’s been developing some new weapons. Never seen you go down so hard, jeez.”

The hero watches as the henchman tips some labelless bottle over the fabric. “And now you’re…” The hero trails off, taking in the homely room around them for a clue. “… looking for ransom?”

Something of an unintentional snort bubbles out of the henchman. “Nah. I’m kinda… going against [Villain] by doing this.”

He shuffles his chair forwards to examine the well of blood on the hero’s side. It’s oddly intimate, being stared at this closely. He reaches a hand out to brush a hand against the bandage and the hero flinches in memory of the pain they already caused themself by waking up, but the henchman’s touch is delicate. His fingers leave trails of comfortable warmth in their wake.

“I’ve seen how you work. What you do,” he continues into the silence. His voice is low, like he’s admitting a secret. “It’s admirable. It’s why I felt inclined to help you.”

“And you’re saying this when you’re working with villains?”

Another short laugh springs out of the henchman’s mouth. “I know. I still stand by them—don’t arrest me for saying that—but… I don’t know. There’s something about you.”

“Maybe it’s my irresistible charm,” the hero suggests with exactly zero charm, and the henchman throws them a lopsided grin before ducking his head back down to his work.

Replacing the bandage is easy enough. The henchman’s touch is soft, flinching back at the smallest sign of pain. The pain is barely tolerable anyway, obviously—god, it fucking sucks—but… it’s nice. Being allowed to be in pain, and being allowed to rest when it hurts. Getting injured and not being expected to get back up. Having someone strive to make it hurt less.

The new bandage is cool against the burning agony in the hero’s side, and they sigh contentedly as the henchman carefully presses it against them. “You’ll need to stay a few days,” the henchman says with something of an apologetic grimace. “I don’t know what the rules are for your agency, but you can’t walk through the city like this looking like that.”

The hero glances down at the tatters of their hero’s uniform. If civilians in the city saw them like this, they might panic, might assume the worst, and then…

“Do you have any spare clothes?” they ask hopefully, and the henchman’s remorse slips into exasperation.

“I think you only heard half of that sentence.” He scrunches the old bandage up in his hands, like it’s nothing more than a paper ball he’s going to throw at his teacher. “You look terrible because you are terrible. You need some time to rest.”

“I’m fine.”

“Is the agency going to give you time to heal?”

The hero opens their mouth to retort—of course they will, they look out for us—but they close it immediately. They know that’s not true. The agency would barely let them in the front doors before turning them back out on a mission, bloodstains and all.

They haven’t said a word, but the henchman’s face breaks into an annoyingly smug smirk regardless. “Stay,” he demands as he gets to his feet, “for your own sake.”

He lets himself out with the promise that he’ll be back to change the bandages in a couple of hours. Make yourself at home, but only in bed, because the more you stand up the longer it’ll take to heal and the longer I’ll force you to stay here.

The hero adjusts against the pillows, hissing slightly at the twinge the movement jabs into their side. They don’t mind, honestly. They’re not entirely sure the henchman would have to force them to stay at all.

(next part)

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[saltydumplings]

Prompt #53

"And why would I help you?" the henchman asked.

Across from them, the hero smirked, all confidence and charm as they leant across the table. "Because you don't get paid enough," they said. "Because you work that cute little butt of yours off and all you get in return is--"

"I get medical coverage. And dental," the henchman interrupted. "Villain pays me twice the amount your agency ever could and even allows me time off during the holiday seasons as well as the week of my birthday...Oh, and they awarded me a trophy: Henchman of the Year, outstanding effort and evil genius in the field."

The hero opened their mouth. Closed it.

"I, um..." For the first time ever in their career, they floundered. "I'm great in bed?"

A pause.

The henchman's lips quirked upwards in amusement. "I'm asexual."

More fumbling on the hero's part. They stumbled over their words for an entire minute, hardly making any ground at all until the henchman spoke on their behalf.

"I like movies though. And popcorn," they supplied. "And there's a concert this weekend that I was unable to acquire tickets to due to short notice and, admittedly, a minor restraining order but I'm sure that's nothing a sweet hero like you couldn't work around...is it?"

#writing prompt #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain #hero x villain #hero x henchman #asexual henchman #hero #henchman #long prompt

[thepenultimateword]

Prompt #215

“So what’s the deal with you guys?” Friend asked. “I see you guys together so often, and yet Hero never brings you up.”

Henchman froze. “Uuuh…”

Hero crumpled the threatening letter from Villain in her hand and shoved it in her pocket. Without missing a beat, she hugged onto the villainous messenger’s arm.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

#fake dating #hero x villain #heroes and villains #heroes and villains community #prompt #creative writing #writing prompt #short prompt #villain #hero x henchman #writblr

[ladyathenawisdom]

Snippet 5

Part 2

The door closed behind them.

Hero moves away, having trouble with the stupid layers of veils covering her face. She had told Supervillain that she would marry him, but on one condition.

Only he could see her face. No other villain would, no one else except him.

The wedding was very grand and ridiculously large. Seeing as Supervillain and a Hero were being married because of a stupid treaty or deal, the whole city came. Which was way ridiculous.

But it wasn't annoying either.

There were no vows and there was no kiss, seeing as her face was covered and no one but Supervillain, maybe, would see her face.

She heard a click, the door being locked.

She turns, seeing a peek of the Supervillain leaning against the door through her veils.

Her dress wasn't that extravagant, but it was quite pretty and poofy, a bit revealing on the necklines but it was quite beautiful. The lace at the bottom was quite intricate.

Supervillain stands upright and takes a few steps forward, his gaze deadly and dangerous but it also had a unique type of gentleness. Something Hero didn't understand.

"Well," Supervillain smirks. "You said you'd marry me on one condition. It's time you hold up that end of the bargain,"

Hero hesitates.

"Oh, and don't try to back away now. Your mine now," Supervillain grins, his eyes flashing. He moves closer, only a few feet away. "You belong to me."

Hero let's out a breath. "This does not mean I belong to you." She grumbles before shedding the first layer of veils. She keeps doing it slowly, almost teasingly.

Supervillain watches her eagerly, wanting to see her face.

Hero hesitates at the last layer, which was kinda see through. She slowly peels it off, her eyes clenched closed. She slowly opens them as the veil drops to the floor.

Supervillain feels like the breath was knocked right out of him. He's heard the villain and many other criminals rant in annoyance about Hero, but seeing her like this was something else.

She was absolutely gorgeous.

So breathtakingly beautiful.

She was so pretty.

Her hair, was open and curled for the ceremony with small white flowers stuck in it.

Her face and skin, so gentle and soft.

Her eyes, so unique and glowing.

Her lips, so pink and plump.

Hero swallows hard, staring at him with nerves. She wrings her hands together, chewing on her bottom lip.

Supervillain tilts his head, his staring a bit irritating for her. It was like he was analyzing her or something.

Hero sighs. "What?" She says, fed up.

Supervillain stays silent for a few moments. "Hmm," he hums. "It's nice to put a face to the voice. Finally," he nods.

Hero rolls her eyes. "Your insufferable, you know that?" She glares hard at him.

Supervillain continues staring. "Now, now, darling." He smiles, moving closer to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. She shivers. "Remember who I am. I'm your husband,"

Hero pulls away. "And I'm your wife. This goes both ways," she tells him.

Supervillain tilts his head, staring at the small features on her face and planting them in his brain. She was so beautiful, he couldn't stop staring at her.

Hero sighs through her nose. "Now, I'm going to go change. This dress is already so ridiculous." She rolls her eyes and turns towards the bathroom, her heels clicking.

Supervillain watches her go, a smirk growing on his face.

Maybe life wouldn't be so bad with his witty and sassy Hero wife after all.

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[traailmix]

Prompt

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

"Well, well, Hero. Looks like you've lost. And in Christmas season, too. What do you have to say for yourself, hmm?" Villain tilted their chin up as they scowled in response, earning them an amused chuckle from their nemesis.

"Bring them to their room, will you?" They waved off Henchmen, who quickly took hold of Hero's hands behind their back and led them to said room.

It was...much nicer than the Hero expected, they had to admit.

As silly as it now sounds, they had been expecting a dirty dungeon, filled with filth, dead rats and bugs crawling around. But..no.

It wasn't any fancy, or luxurious hotel room. It was small. A bed in the corner, a nightstand, lamp, and they even had their own bathroom—along with some other decoratives such as rugs or Christmas lights.

"I think Vil—Boss, likes you. At least a little bit." They heard from behind them, as their bonds were undone.

"`why do you say that?"

"they've never done this for anybody else before."

Oh.

Hero didn't really know how to feel about that.

"I'd be confused too, but uh..think of it as a Christmas present. An act of mercy."

Hero blinks. Sure.

"..Okay. can I uhm..just have some time to myself now?" They felt their cheeks heat up as they asked, Henchman giving a nod.

"Merry Christmas, Hero."

The hero watched as they walked out the door, hearing the lock as their footsteps faded.

Little did they know, the whole 'Christmas present' idea was actually a suggestion from Henchman themself.

#hero x villain community #hero x henchman #henchman x hero #hero x villain #villain x henchman #flustered hero #christmas #prompt #hero #villain #villain x hero

[aquamarine0710]

Snippet #11

No warnings, just wholesome

[Hero]’s gaze flickered doubtfully between [Henchman] and [Sidekick], “why are you guys looking at each other like that?”

Awkward silence burdened the room, each person becoming less and less willing to speak.

Perhaps it was time to say goodbye.

“I should go-“ [Sidekick] muttered as they teleported out of the room to escape.

[Henchman] was left to face the music alone.

“Well?” [Hero] urged them on. [Henchman] bit their lips nervously.

“Um… oh- uhh-“ They peeked at [Hero’s] innocent expression and immediately lost their courage. Their hand shook and the letter that they had been gripping for dear life gracefully fluttered down, landing right at [Hero’s] feet.

“Huh? What’s that?”

[Henchman], who used every bit of their remaining willpower to stop themself from screaming in embarrassment, said with a feigned calmness, “Just something I have to give my boss-“

“But its a love letter addressed to me?” [Hero] tilted their head slightly in confusion and made as if to see the letter hidden behind [Henchman] again. [Henchman] shed many many tears in their heart.

Despite the turbulence in their heart, [Henchman] calmly said, “You saw wrong.”

[Hero] raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. [Henchman] met their gaze straight on and pretended that they didn’t know about [Hero’s] clairvoyant abilities.

[Hero] sighed and went for the door, brushing shoulders with [Henchman] who wished they could melt into the earth at that moment. At the last second they paused and pulled the letter from their pursuer’s stiff hands, “You know, if this is a letter from you, I accept.”

[Henchman] whipped their head around in disbelief, “huh?!”

But [Hero] had vanished along with their letter.

#hero x henchman #henchman x hero #hero #villain #hero x villain #villain x hero #henchman #sidekick #writing snippet #snippet #my writing #confession

[gingerly-writing]

Prompt #3327

“Oh,” the henchman whispered. “Of course you were just using me. I should’ve seen- why would someone like you ever want someone like me? It makes perfect sense. I was just a route to [supervillain].”

“It’s not like that-”

“Isn’t it? Look me in the eyes and tell me otherwise.”

“I...”

The henchman smiled, tiny and wavering. “See? Just using me.” They scrubbed their hands across their eyes, looked away. “I- I need to go. [Supervillain] needs to know about the potential breach in his security.”

#prompt #heroes and villains #my prompt #betrayal #hero x henchman #or maybe #thief x henchman

[depressedgaywriting]

26

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Villain hated a lot of things, but they hated jealousy the most. They hated everything about it. It was stupid and pathetic and beneath them, but they just couldn't help it.

They couldn't help wanting to kill Hero as their eyes roamed up and down Henchman's body.

But Henchman wouldn't like it if they did, and besides, Henchman was happy. And if they were happy, then nothing else mattered. Even if it made Villain want to die.

"Villain?" Hero said, smirking. "Lost in your thoughts?"

"Perhaps. Something you'll never experience, considering your evident lack of them."

Henchman rolled their eyes. "Villain, please. They're already a prisoner. You don't need to fight constantly."

Villain looked at Henchman. They were right, of course. They were always right. "Right. Sorry."

They watched the way Henchman's eyes lit up when Hero looked at them. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair to any of them.

Henchman and Villain could never be together, and Villain knew it, but they just couldn't help it. They were in love with the way Henchman's eyes sparkled when they were talking about their interests, they loved the way they snorted when they laughed, they loved the way they blushed when Hero whispered in their ear.

But none of it was fair to Henchman.

Villain had to get over this pathetic little crush before something bad happened.

#NOT A PROMPT #i found this one deep in my drafts #there are multiple parts #hehehe #but you only get this one #for now #hero x villain #writing #angst #not a prompt #my writing #fiction #villain x hero #fantasy #enemies to lovers #idk #henchman x hero #hero x henchman #henchman x villain #villain x henchman #villain x Henchman x hero #hero x henchman x villain #writeblr

[just-a-space-rabbit]

Spooky day at the job >:)

(Hero x Right Hand)

CW: none that I’m aware of, but do tell me if there are any!

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Hero hated their job! Well, that’s not entirely true, they loved to be working as a Hero, battling villains, fighting crime, and saving people. But today, as Hero looked up at the old haunted house, they hated it.

It was the third night in a row that people have reported hearing strange sounds coming from the old place. And in all three days Hero had been sent out by the agency to do a full investigation of the house. There was only one problem…

Hero jumped as a small gust of wind kicked up some leaves, only their iron grip over their own mouth stopped them from screaming. “Why me, why me, why me…” they repeated to themselves, they were terrified of this place.

Hero had not even been able to make themselves go thru the front door in any of the other days. Instead, they had circled the front of the building for hours hoping to see something in the window, or… hoping they did not see something? Hero was not sure what they wanted, apart from not being here!

They stopped at the front gate and looked up at the house. Hero tried to imagine what the house would have looked like in its prime hoping it would soften their view on its current stage. But, even with the image of a none decayed house on a warm summer day in their mind there was just something not right about this place.

“Maybe if I just get my feet past the gate” they whispered. “If you want, I can help by pushing you” said a cool voice into Hero’s ear. Hero screamed, and practically flew forward before turning around ready to fight. “Right hand?!” they yelled, as the tall person behind them when into a mad cackle “wow, if only Villain was here to see your cute face!”

“That’s not funny!” Hero yelled as their cheeks redden. “Well, at least it was efficient” Right hand said pointing to the gate that Hero was now standing on the opposite end of. Hero gulped “So, this is where you have been hanging out recently?” they continued in a smirk, as they walked past the gate, studying the house.

“I’m just fulfilling my duty as a hero!” Hero answered trying to sound brave and moving further away from Right hand who just chuckled moving even closer. “Ah, yes! Sorry I forgot all about that duty, where you walk around like a scared little mouse all night jumping at the sound of leaves in the wind”

“Well, I - I…” oh god, how long had they been watching? Hero thought as a blush spread over their face, as they tried to come up with something that did not make them look like a scared fool.

“Now, now, don’t worry!” Right hand said smugly, as Hero’s foot hit the first steps of the mansion. “I won’t tell anyone that the city’s most beloved Hero is terrified of an old house”

“How kind of you” Hero answered in a mock tone but regretted it when Right hand grinned. “So let me guess… you are here to investigate the strange noises?” Right hand did not need an answer, they knew it by the way Hero’s face change. “How about a deal? I’ll help you with your investigation”

Hero studied them for a while, they had never been able to tell Right hand’s playful and genuine sides from each other. “what’s the catch?”

“You will have to let me steal one item” Right hand answered.

Hero had an inkling that what ever that one item was going to be, they would live to regret it, but if it meant to get away from this place faster “fine…”

“Great!” Right hand said almost too enthusiastically, as they grabbed Hero’s hand, before kicking open the large front door and dragged them into the giant house. They both got a good few feet in before the echo of the door finally faded.

“Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Right hand said turning back to Hero whose face that only a minute ago was deep red, was now completely pale. “Hero? Are you ok?”

“I- I… just need a min-” was all Hero could say, before the front door slammed shut, leaving the strange duo in the dark. Hero was too afraid to scream and simply stood planted shut on the soggy old carpet. “Well, that’s surprising…” said Right hand all casual. “let’s just get a move on, we don’t got all night” they began dragging Hero along, while Hero internally was cursing every part of their body that had agreed to this idea.

It’s took the duo an hour to clear the first and second floor. Both of which came out almost too empty for Hero’s liking. As most rooms have long stood without someone living in them, now there was only fallen debris, and an odd selection of broken unwanted furniture left, the placement of which seemed just wrong and illogical for its intended use.

Some of them even seem to have been moved recently, it made a shiver crawl up Hero’s spine all while Right hand was for some reason giggling. “Can’t see what you find so funny about this place!” Hero said with a huff. “Your right, there is nothing funny about this place. Which gets me to wonder, what are you even afraid of? This place has laid silent for years”

“Exactly!” Hero said louder than they meant too, startling themselves, “why have this place been silent for years, then suddenly things start to happen when there is nothing here! And there has never been anything here!” Hero started walking away from Right hand but stopped when the distance got too big and was just looking back at them.

Right hand just shrugged before they walked onward, a silence fell over the two as they worked through the last bit of the top floor and made their way down toward the cold basement.

“You know there is a rumour about this place” Right hand said breaking the heavy silence that had fallen on the two. “s-shut! I don’t want to hear any of that until I’m at least 5 miles away and the sun has risen!” Hero snapped back at them.

“Oh, come on Hero!” Right hand said in a mock insulted voice, “who knows… might be useful to your case” Hero just gave them a death stare, but Right hand continued “some people believe that Civilian, the person who build this place, was Old Supervillain!”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Hero had it! They had it with Right hand! They had it with this cursed house! And they had it with the giant robot monster!

…

giant robot monster?

“H-Hero?” Right hand said in a quiver as their feet froze in place, as neon green eyes lit up the room, seeming to be scanning the two uninvited guest. “Holy shit! What is that thing?”  

“Uh…” was all Hero said trying to remain calm. Suddenly, the multi limbed machine began to move, making horrible screak as the old parts tried to hold them self together.

Right hand tried to make a run for the stairs, but the path was already blocked, by the machines long arms. They let out a scream as the robot charge at them.

Then, there was a loud bang! as Hero lunged for the machine, several more mechanical arms busted out of it, but Hero kept fighting until the main part of the robot fell on the floor with no more limbs to support it.

There was a silent “wow…” coming from behind Hero. Turning around they saw Right hand who had just unglued themselves from the wall. “I thought to you where scared of monsters and stuff!”

“No, I was afraid I’ll find nothing here! Honestly, I was hoping there was a monster here since, well… you can punch a monster, but you can't punch a nothing!”

Right hand was not sure if they understood Hero’s logic but nodded in agreement none the less. “and what about you? All brave and giggling until suddenly there is a robot monster” it was now Hero’s turn to smirk “don’t think I didn’t hear that scream of yours”

“I- I… well, you see! Um…” Right hand stuttered, “BECAUSE there was never meant to be a monster here!” they yelled.

“What…?” Hero’s mind suddenly faltered,

“I… I lied about this place belonging to supervillain…” Right hand said, as a blush spread over their cheeks as they backed away from Hero, who just got closer to them, they felt really embarrassed now. “Why did you lie about that?! And if this is not supervillain’s base, then who’s robot is this!?”

There two suddenly jumped at the mad cackle coming from the other side of the robot. “Villain!” they both yelled as the person came into view “Oh, come on. What is with the accusatory tone” Villain smirked.

“So, you planned all this!” Hero yelled

“Yes, yes, dear Hero I did, this was all my idea!” they said as they looked down at the two. “Granted, I should maybe have told Right hand about the robot that I build to scare you so much you would jump into their arms, judging by their scream. But why spoil the fun!” Villain smirked. “I mean, it’s not easy to get you two love birds to meet at the same place!”

“eh?” was the only thing Hero was able to say, before Right hand bolted toward Villain, who quickly leaped over them before jolting up the stairs “you crazy old man! I should have known the moment I saw Hero this was another one of your ridiculous set ups!” they yelled up the stair, answered only by a faded mad cackle.

Only after the room fell completely silent did Right hand slowly turn around to face Hero, neither of them said anything for some time.

“Let’s just get out of here” Right hand said in a defeated sigh.

Back outside they were met with a light trickle of rain, as the silent night continued over the city. “I should probably get going” Right hand said as they started to walk down towards the gate.

“Hey!” Hero suddenly yelled after them “weren’t you supposed to steal something? or did you lie about that as well?”

“Oh, that…” Right hand felt they cheeks redden a bit. “Well, I… I was supposed to ask if I might be allowed to, um… well steal your number”

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first time writing a one off in months! :O

was afraid I was not going to get it done in time for Halloween, buy hey here we are :)

#Hero x Rigth hand #hero x henchman #Hero x Villain #hero and villain #young Hero #young villain #I image Villain like an old man mcgucket from gravity falls type of character

[moonflowers-and-sunrays]

henchman tying up the hero and hes being hella awkward and the hero starts flirting 🤭🤭🤭 bonus points if villain walks in and finds him sitting tied up and gagged w a little note from hero hehe

ok i hope you dont mind if i just post this as a prompt cause this goes so hard other ppl might want to use it 😲😲 ill do it tho cause u sent it to me smoochers

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[raineandsky]

#64

tw: implied violence, blood

The concrete is rough against the henchman’s hands. He makes a naive attempt to get back up, but the blossoming pain of the hero's shoe connecting with his side is enough to keep him down. Tears are making his surroundings blurry, his voice trapped painfully in his throat.

“Look who I caught lurking in the shadows,” the hero spits coldly. “Outside. One of [Villain]’s playthings, no doubt.”

The superhero hums approvingly. “Good find. Maybe this one can actually tell us something.”

A moment of silence follows, suddenly unsure. “Are we doing it now?” the hero asks. 

The superhero tilts her head thoughtfully, regarding the henchman shivering at her feet. “Would you like to?”

“No, no.” The hero lets out a flat laugh. “Just wondering.”

The superhero turns to throw them a pleased smile. “He won’t be leaving any time soon. No rush.”

The hero nods shortly, and she waves them off a little dismissively. “You’ve done a splendid job this evening, [Hero]. Take this thing to a cell, and we can discuss what we’d like to know in the morning.”

The hero wordlessly heaves the henchman off the floor, shoving him past the superhero and into the corridor beyond. His footsteps stumble irregularly, cutting through the hero’s own perfectly rhythmic step. Their united shuffling echoes dully off the walls.

The hero stops him in a seemingly random corridor, gently nudging him into the bathroom. He points his gaze down to avoid the mirrors against the sinks, but he catches a glimpse of his reflection all the same—dusty, bloody, a bruise blooming cruelly against his cheek. He never knew the hero could be so vicious. Not to him.

The hero pulls a cleaning sign out from behind one of the stalls, glancing into the corridor outside before placing it on the floor beyond the door. The henchman doesn’t even look at them when they move back towards him.

“You’re a damn good actor,” he snaps, and he can’t keep the sharpness out of his tone.

“I’m so sorry, my love,” the hero says softly. “I– I didn’t mean to do this much. Here, let me clear you up a bit.”

The henchman scowls, but he doesn’t stop the hero from running a wad of tissue under one of the taps. Their hand drifts under his chin, carefully tilting his face towards the shabby overhead lights. “You’re so beautiful,” they breathe after a moment, and the henchman scoffs.

“I’m covered in dirt and blood.”

“And yet you still shine like the only star in the sky.”

The hero gently takes the tissue to his face, their touch purposely delicate. They sit in silence for a minute, the hero diligently wiping at his skin and the henchman trying not to scrunch his face up at the earnest attention he’s getting.

“You know I didn’t want to do this,” they continue once they’re satisfied with their work. The tissue in their hand is dotted with crimson stains.

“I know. I saw the camera.”

The hero sighs as they toss the tissue into the bin behind them. “I’ll make it up to you, my love. I promise.”

The henchman nods shortly and they take his face in their hands, gentle as to not disturb the wounds they’ve caused. He really is a pretty thing—they couldn’t believe their luck when he asked them on that first date along the river. They were both in too deep by the time they realised who the other was.

“Safe to say your boss doesn’t know?”

The hero snorts amusedly, tracing a thumb idly over the freckles splayed over his face. “Safe to say yours doesn’t either?”

“[Villain] was never one for romance.” The henchman graces them with a lopsided grin, but it dies down after a moment. “I feel like this is the closest we’ve been in weeks.”

The hero’s schedule has taken up most of their days; the henchman’s has taken up most of his nights. Their shared flat is feeling lonelier and lonelier every time they have to arrive home to no one.

“I’ll fix that,” the hero says certainly. “I’ll get you out, and I’ll come home.”

The henchman gives them another wonky smile, hopeful if not a little pained, and they can’t help but kiss him. It’s soft, like he’ll fall apart, but they feel his hands on their waist all the same, pulling them into him. The hero can only hope it says everything they wish they had the time to say— I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you, I need you, I miss you, I love you, I love you, I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you.

They pull back from him after a moment, offering him a content grin and getting one back. The way the lights dance in his eyes looks like stars. “I should probably lock you up for the crime of coming here now,” the hero points out quietly, and the henchman barks out a short laugh.

“That’s fair.” His hands move away from them, much to their disappointment. “I only came here for one reason, anyway. I’ve nothing else to do but go to jail now.”

The hero sighs, planting one last kiss on his forehead. “I’ll get you out by morning.”

“I love you,” the henchman says, and the soft smile he gives them feels like they’re staring into the beauty of the rising sun.

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[saltydumplings]

I have to say that your snippet 17 (the one with the henchman falling for both hero and villain) is SO GOOD, I loved. Would you continue someday (if not, no problem)

Snippet #17.4

Part 4

OMG I FINALLY DID IT, Y'ALL I FEEL LIKE I REWROTE THIS ONE ABOUT TEN TIMES MY GOD

Cw: SPICCCYYY (on the off chance you weren't already aware)

When the henchman awoke, their whole body ached. It was a good ache though - satisfying. Blinking sleepily, they groaned and stretched, a content sigh slipping past their lips as they huddled deeper into the blankets around them. Seconds passed and they were almost asleep again when warm hands wrapped around their waist, pulling them back and close to the person laying behind them.

"Not a morning person either, hm?" the villain murmured.

Their voice stirred the henchman slightly - sent their eyes fluttering back open to realise that they weren't in their own bed. The events of last night washed over them like a memory from a dream: the villain working over every part of their body until they forgot how to speak, the way the other had teased and toyed with them ruthlessly - touching and kissing everywhere; the hero's praise as they watched from a distance, telling the henchman exactly how good they were being while the villain continued to pleasure them, coaxing out one moan after the next until the henchman was practically on the brink of tears.

But it hadn't been a dream. The henchman was here now and so was the villain, and god they would do anything to do it all over again...

They let out a soft whine as they turned, their limbs numb and heavy as they pulled themself closer still - hiding their face against the villain's chest. In return, their superior hummed, tangling their legs together and resting their chin upon the henchman's head, clearly content for them to stay just like that for as long as they wanted.

"I don't know how Hero does it," they commented. "I can barely bring myself to leave the bed at this time, let alone exercise."

Was that where the other was? No: perhaps they had been before but the henchman could hear the shower going in the adjacent bathroom.

It wasn't a bad idea...getting clean, that is. The henchman dreaded to think of the state of the covers they were bundled so comfortably in, let alone the state of themself. Just the mere thought of it was enough to make them blush, glad that their face was hidden so perfectly.

A few minutes passed and they stayed like that, at the lazy halfway point between wakefulness and sleep - the point where everything looked soft and pliant in the morning light, a space where the rest of the day's ventures couldn't touch them. They snoozed, cuddled, hummed when the villain stroked a hand through their hair.

After a while the shower turned off and the bathroom door opened, the sound of footsteps padding out to stand at the edge of the bed. Next to them they felt the villain stir, the other removing one hand from the henchman's waist to grip the covers instead.

"Hero," they heard the villain warn.

The sheets were tugged down slightly but the villain tugged back.

A snort. Then a scoff. "Lazy..." the hero muttered as they came to stand beside the other, hands on their hips as they stared down - a white towel just barely clinging to their frame.

"Unlike you," the villain said, "I enjoy my mornings."

"And who's saying I haven't enjoyed mine?"

A pause.

The henchman pouted as they felt the villain turn away only to have a second weight fall onto them, the hero squeaking slightly as they were suddenly pulled down onto the bed. They scrambled upright in a huff, fixing the villain with a glare.

"I just got clean," they whined.

The villain smirked. "You say that as if it matters." They sat up, pulling the hero into their lap whilst the henchman inched away slightly - too intent upon a few minutes extra sleep to care about what was happening beside them.

The hero blushed, a stubborn frown still adorning their face as the villain caught their chin and brushed a thumb over their lips. "Funny," the villain said then, "you're not as desperate as I left you last night."

"Perhaps it's because I took out all my frustrations on the punching bag."

"Possible. Then again, you also took an extra ten minutes in the shower..."

The henchman rolled their eyes slightly before turning to lie on their stomach, pulling the spare covers over their head. It was barely past eight o'clock, how did these two have the energy to flirt?

They buried their face into the pillow just as some very suspicious rocking motions started happening, the hero's breath hitching tellingly and the henchman's cheeks flushing at the sound.

It was eight o'clock. In the morning.

Eight.

And they had to get up soon for that stupid meeting...

The henchman's eyes opened in a panic, head lifting up slowly to glance at their superiors. The villain had one hand around the hero's neck and the other on their sex, working them steadily as the other let out small moans - their towel apparently long since discarded. The henchman went to open their mouth but closed it the second the villain caught them looking, face going an even deeper shade of red than it had been before.

"Interested, pet?" the villain asked.

The hero hummed. "I want to use their mouth again. It'll be free when you're giving them their reward, right?"

The villain raised a brow, their movements slowing down to an agonising pace which had the hero whining. "I don't know, sounds more like a reward for you than them."

"I-I, um..." They sat up, opening their mouth only to get the same result: they couldn't do it; they couldn't bring themself to tell them.

They should have done it last night - they'd intended to do it last night - but the villain had been relentless: there was never a good time to say it and even now any potential moment seemed to have passed.

Seeing their hesitation, the hero put one hand upon the villain's wrist to still them before leaning forward slightly, capturing the henchman's chin in a soft hold. "You can play if you want," they offered. "Or you can watch - there's no pressure."

"It's - th-that's--"

"Still tired, pet?" Suddenly the villain's hand was in their hair, stroking slowly. "I had you working all of yesterday...and, admittedly, most of the night."

"No, I'm fine, I just...I-I just..."

God, the hero and villain were touching them in ways that made them want to melt. All they wanted to do was stay right there and do whatever they wished but this was important - the villain couldn't afford to miss it, let alone be as much as a minute late. The henchman needed to tell them now even though it was going to break their perfect moment.

"If you're about to say you have paperwork to do you're not allowed," the hero said strictly, shifting from the villain's lap and onto theirs, straddling them in all their naked glory.

"Oh, n-no - I mean, kinda, but not--"

"Henchman, if you so much as mention a single word about work, I think I may have to punish you..."

The henchman didn't know when the villain had come to kneel behind them but suddenly they were trapped in on all sides, their back to the villain's chest while the hero was trying to pull down the blanket that still covered them. They were both so close - s-so warm.

"You remember you're mine now, yes?" the villain said. The henchman didn't have the collar on them at that moment but still their superior traced a line where it would have lay. "No running away to that office of yours unless I--"

"Actually, I think you mean they're ours," the hero corrected, putting their hand over the villain's and holding it there - the henchman's neck now framed by both their palms. "They belong to me just as much as you."

The villain huffed. "If that's what you want to believe, love."

"I-I really should..." The henchman's mind was starting to grow foggy. They shivered a little, trying to focus. "Villain, there's- we have a meeting with--"

"Ah, so that's what you're so fussed about. Worried to pass off one of my clients," the villain said with a smirk. "It's cute that you care so much about my investments, pet, but you don't have to worry about that. I'll just cancel it, I'm sure they can wait until tomorrow."

"But--"

"Didn't Villain just tell you that if you mentioned work they'd punish you?" the hero asked. "Oh, honey, you don't want to be digging yourself an even deeper hole now, do you? Perhaps I help shut you up before you say anything else, hm?"

And just like that the hero's lips were on their own, the henchman unable to contain the desperate whine that had been clawing at the back of their throat - their thoughts frustrated and flustered all at once. Why was it so hard? Why were they making it so hard - how were they making it so hard?! The henchman just had to say one word: the second the supervillain's name slipped off their tongue this would all end...

Though maybe that was the main issue.

Because the last thing the henchman wanted was for this to end.

They felt their arms being drawn behind them but they didn't fight it, letting the villain do as they pleased while the hero continued to claim their mouth - their hands now free to roam the henchman's body without interference. Right as the hero managed to pull the blanket down past their waist, the villain's lips latched onto the henchman's shoulder, quickly finding a space where they hadn't left their mark yet.

Say it, the henchman scolded themself but still they kept returning the hero's kiss.

Say. It.

All that left their lips was a desperate whimper, the villain's hold upon them firm whilst the hero nudged their thighs apart slowly - the combination of the two completely unfair but the henchman wouldn't have had it any other way; wouldn't have given this up for anything but...

"Supervill'n..."

Holy shit they said it.

They felt the villain's lips freeze upon their neck before withdrawing slowly - the hero's attentions continuing to travel downwards, oblivious.

"What was that?" the villain asked.

"Supervillain, we--" The hero's tongue was tracing a steady line up their thigh, stopping just short of where they wanted it. They cut off with a pitiful whine before remembering themself, trying to squirm away before the hero could go any further. "W-We have a meeting with S-Supervillain!"

A beat.

The hero's hands stilled as they peered up, one brow quirked slightly as their mouth gaped. "You're kidding," they said.

The henchman shook their head. "Their lair. N-Nine o'clock."

"Nine o'clock..." They felt the villain release them, turning to check the small clock on the bedside table. "That's in forty minutes."

"I-I was going to tell you yesterday," the henchman explained as the hero sat up, already mourning the loss of their touch. "I just...I mean there was a-a, um..."

"Distraction?" the hero provided.

The henchman flushed. "It didn't seem like th-the right time."

"And this morning?" the villain asked, sliding off the bed to stand in one smooth motion and opening one of their drawers.

The henchman's embarrassment only grew. "Well, I didn't remember at first. N-Not until you and Hero were...a-and then - then - I tried to tell you b-but you said you'd punish me if I talked about work!"

The villain paused as they were buttoning up their shirt, gaze shifting onto the henchman with interest. "I did say that."

The henchman opened their mouth and then promptly shut it again, the hole they'd seemingly dug themself into getting deeper by the second. A soft pressure stroked against their thigh and they glanced down, finding the hero laying beside them - eyes alight with the same dangerous curiosity that the villain was showing. The henchman looked from one to the other, the blush on their cheeks steadily moving down their neck.

"I-I still get my reward, right?" they asked.

Their superiors shared a look. A long look.

When their attention turned back to the henchman, they swallowed.

"R-Right?"

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[thepenultimateword]

Short Prompt #155

“You’re awful quiet today,” Hero said, wriggling in their bonds with complete and utter disregard for the knife held lazily at their throat.

Henchman grunted softly but didn’t look at them.

Hero paused a moment in their struggle. “Really? That’s all your giving me? By now, you’re usually bragging about a bonus or your latest thing you bought with your bonus. Why so quiet?”

Henchman huffed a soft breath and stared even more intently at the floor, but they eventually mumbled, “I think I annoy people…”

Hero stifled the instinctual, What gave it away? Henchman really looked upset.

“Why would you think that?” they said instead.

“I don’t know…people don’t reply to me in the henchmen group chat…and Villain told me the other day when I tried to help with a scheme that I was being ‘too much.’ I thought I was making friends, but now…I’m not so sure.”

Hero finally managed to wriggle one hand free and rest it on Henchman’s shoulder. “You don’t annoy me.”

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[ladyathenawisdom]

Don't Let Me Down ♔♕ pt. 4

Warnings: Past Trauma, Eventual Smut, Mature Themes, Violence, Language, Dark Themes Kinda, betrayal, cheating.

@talkingsperm @urmyhopeeee

..........

Supervillain stared at her.

She looked so peaceful, so innocent and kind. But he knew it was a lie, he had heard of her extraordinary powers. It was why his father had picked her.

This marriage was being forced on her as much as it was being forced on him. He didn't want to marry anyone, he was better off alone without someone to stop him. Much less a hero.

Plus, he didn't need some type of weakness.

He was in the comfort of his limo, the young hero laid on the other side of the seat. She was out of it, being injected with something that will knock someone out for 72 hours. The heroes were smart to create something like that.

They were heading to the airport so they can leave for Venezuela. His stepmother and people had probably all heard the news, along with the rest of the world. Amazing, he thought sarcastically.

He picked up his tablet where Hero's information was set up, he read through all of it.

It was impressive. She was impressive.

She was brought to the Organization when she was 3 by Superhero mysteriously. Her powers were like no other, on top of that, she could control people if she trained hard enough.

She had the potential to become the most powerful women in the world. And yet, the industry were probably holding her back.

He glanced towards her, noting her chestnut colored hair and pink lips. He narrows his eyes at her, he could tell she was also an innocent in this, seeing as she was forced to marry him. He wouldn't blame her.

But he wanted too, even though it wasn't her fault.

His father was an idiot. What good would this do? Nothing. The hero industry was stupid, really stupid and idiotic. The level of selfishness they had was beyond any villains selfishness. Atleast Villains actually did what they wanted too, the heroes only wanted fame, glory and money.

He looks up when he sees them approaching the airport. He puts the iPad down, looking at Hero.

.....

Hero blinks, feeling a headache coming on. A groan escapes, her hand going to her head. She slowly sits up, ignoring the stiffness of her back and neck.

"About time you woke up,"

Hero jumps, squealing. She turns towards the side to see......

Supervillain staring at her, his face emotionless.

She swallows hard, trembling slightly. This couldn't be possible, she couldn't be in front of history's most ruthless killer. The last thing she remembers is...being tranquilized by Superhero.

Supervillain tilts his head, watching as many emotions pass through the little hero's face. Confusion, pain, sadness, betrayal and fear.

Hero hesitatinly look at Supervillain, her hands shaking. "Where am I?" She asks, surprised that her voice didn't waver.

Supervillain walks away from the her. "You are on my private jet and we are on our way to Venezuela, in case your wondering, Superhero darted you." He tells her with a shrug.

Hero only stares at him.

Reality of everything set in. Superhero had really just given her away, like a mare. Like she was something to be bought over. Like an object or thing. He had given her to the villains.

All because she was the best, but she didn't think so. The only good thing about her was her powers, that's probably why he picked her. Why give her away? Because of her powers.

All because of her damn powers.

She should have run away.

Supervillain leans back against the side bar, his eyes still on her. "If your gonna run or try to stop this marriage, don't. I've already tried," he grumbles.

"Mastermind..." Hero trails off.

"He's still with Superhero and the others. He needs to clear a few things, maybe get another hero." Supervillain shrugs.

"Than why pick me?" Hero frowns.

"Why not pick you?" Supervillain raised an eyebrow. "I didn't pick you, my father and Superhero did."

Hero looks away, crossing her arms. She trembles, shivering. "Is there no way out of this?" She asks quietly.

"I'm afraid not," Supervillain rolls his eyes. "I tried to stop it, but they are hellbent on this marriage. Consent or not." He scowls, glaring out the window.

"Why would you agree?"

Supervillain scoffs. "You think I agreed to this? I didn't. Mastermind is making me do this, little Hero. I don't have a fucking choice in this," he scowls, glancing at her with his cold eyes.

Hero flinches.

"I've accepted this as a business proposal, nothing else. It's about time you probably do too." Supervillain says. "It there was a way to stop this, I would. However, the hard drive is really...valuable." He trails off.

"Your not gonna give them the real one." Hero realizes, "Your gonna give them a copy."

Supervillain turns to her, a smirk growing on his lips. "Superhero was right, you are intelligent. You must be the first hero I have met who isn't dumb and only out for glory."

Hero narrows her eyes at him, clenching her fists.

Supervillain eyes her, looking a bit impressed. "And your not scared unlike some people..." he hums. "Superhero also said you could think like a villain to catch the villains and criminals, I'm wondering if it's true or not."

Hero clenches her jaw.

"Because to be honest. I don't see it," He moves closer towards her. "I wonder, how did you figure it out?"

"I'm not stupid." Hero says, almost quietly. "When Mastermind first proposed the idea I had an inkling of what might happen. Your villains, your not loyal to anyone but yourselves. Plus, trading a hard drive that may just help you win this stupid war?" She raised an eyebrow. "You guys aren't stupid to give it away for one measly hero."

Supervillain stares at her.

Hero gets up, standing in front of him. Her eyes were like a raging fire as she glared at him. "I'm not marrying you, it's not gonna happen." She hissed.

Supervillain continues staring at her.

"Did you hear me?" Her angry eyes were lit like a forest fire, delving deeper in the woods to destroy everything. "This is not gonna happen."

Supervillain smirks.

"What? What are you so smug about?" Hero crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at him.

Supervillain moves closer towards her, causing her to falter slightly. "You must be the first person in the world, other then my father..." he hums, looking her up and down. "...to threaten me and look at me like that."

Hero pauses, breathing heavily.

He walks around her in a circle, humming and eyeing her like a predator does to his prey. "I kinda like it. You have fire," he states, stopping behind her.

He leans in to whisper in her ear. "I love fire." He states.

Hero swallows hard, digging her nails into her palms. She hates this, she hates this so much. "It's not happening," She grits out.

Supervillain snorts, walking away from her. "Yeah. Of course not." He rolls his eyes. "Sweetheart, we don't have a choice."

"But your Supervillain, can't you stoo this?" Hero frowns.

Supervillain shoots her a look, a ironic smile on his face. "I appreciate the fact that you think I'm powerful. But refusing my Father? Yeah, no thank you."

Hero frowns, hugging herself. She's never felt so alone then she has now.

"Besides. It's not we like each other, and it's not like we'll fall in love or something." Supervillain snorts. "We'll just stay out of each other's business. You'll be moving in my Villa for about 3 months and then we have to go back to the Hero Industry for the engagement and the wedding."

Hero lisens keenly, feeling numb. This wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to be with...with...Other Hero.

No.

He had cheated on her. With Vigilante of all people, she wasn't even that special! Sure, she had been competing with Hero for best heroic skills and beauty (Which Hero won, both of them) but that doesn't explain why he cheated on her.

She pauses. She remembers his earlier statements. Did he really mean all those hurtful words? Did he really just give her up so he cane number one? What would Sidekick? What would he do without her?

"Then you'll move in with me in my villa," Supervillain starts explaining. "We'll live there with the rest of my family. But don't worry, we won't have to see each other at all." He sighs. "You'll meet my stepmother seeing as you already met Mastermind. You'll meet my half siblings and my little sister."

Hero stays silent.

"Now, let me make one thing clear." Supervillain starts in a low tone. "This is only a marriage of inconvenience, and I'm sure you agree." He looks at her.

Hero nods once.

"Good. Because just like the deal, this marriage is not important." Supervillain scoffs. "And despite what Mastermind wants, it's not happening." He was choosing to not directly say something about the...grandchildren.

Hero agreed. No way, no how. It's not happening. It's never happening. She wanted to ask why he called Masterminds by his name but she wasn't that stupid.

This was still Supervillain. The most dangerous criminal in the world. She wasn't gonna take her chance.

"Now." Supervillain sighs, going to take a seat near the window. "Do you need anything?"

Hero shakes her head, opting to not use her voice.

"Alright. You might wanna sleep for a while." He tell her. "The flight will take a few more hours."

Hero nods silently.

Well, it seems as if her life was beginning to take form. And not in a good way.

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[annablogsposts]

Hey guys!! I actually want to start writing soon, instead of just reading tumblr blogs because I’m passionate about writing. So, if anyone has any ideas about what they want to read, please feel free to comment on this or message me asking!

I like to read things like hero/villain, sidekick, fae, vampire, whump, medieval stories, but am open to just about anything. So please message me with ideas of what to write as I need ideas haha.

Happy new year everyone!!

Ps. Reblogs are strongly appreciated so more ppl can see! 😀

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