Prompt

Heyhey Var! I wish you a very happy birthday! ❤ *throws confetti* (I hope I got the date right!)

I hope you're doing well and that you will have or have had a nice day!! ^.^

Dear Lara!! Thank you so much for your wishes <333 I'm doing well thank you, I hope you're doing well too! It's been ages (I'm so sorry for this terribly late reply) , I just got done with my course so have been trying to get used to new routines.

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Is that a candy for me? Thank you! 🌸 for you

Hi! Do you have link for Needy part 1? I really like the second part and i can’t find the first

Hi dear Anon! Yes I do, let me paste the link for you here :

Thank you so much for reaching out and asking!! It makes me very happy to know that you enjoyed reading it, thank you <3 And I'm really sorry that my account is probably a mess to navigate through, I've been meaning to make a masterlist but uh, life has been pretty turbulent. I'll hopefully get around to making one soon. But for now please enjoy, and if you need a link to any other story, feel free to reach out to me anytime !

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Our little Games

You stop in mid-motion, with your lips no more than two or three centimetres from theirs. Your breath fans warm onto their flushed skin as they look questioningly up into your eyes. They want you to kiss them. They expect you to kiss them. It’s written all over that adorable little frown of theirs.

But you won’t just hand yourself over to them on a silver platter. You’re not that cheap. And besides, you’re certainly not going to make it that easy. You won’t allow room for them to make excuses later, to tell themself you forced them and that they hadn’t actually wanted any of it.

No.

You know your own worth.

You are far too precious for that.

If they want you they’ll have to put in the necessary effort first. It has to be their choice, made of their own free will. If they want a taste of you they’ll have to claim it by themself.

They’ll have to seal this deal with their kiss.

You see the realisation gleam in the depths of those eyes they’re watching your every move with so attentively. A hint of desperation creeps into the lines on their face. Their throat bobs as they swallow, you can feel it brush against the back of your fingers.

A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you withdraw the hand that had been gently lifting their chin. They’re now free to turn their head away from you or lower it, but they do no such thing. Something in your gaze seems to be holding them in place still, even after you’ve removed the caress of your fingers.

The distance between you appears to be melting away gradually. You wonder whether they’ve noticed they’re slowly closing it. If so, they’re doing a great job at not letting it show on their face.

You can’t help but sigh as their breath starts to mingle with your own. So close you’re even breathing each other now. Traces of them are in the air all around you. The scent they carry conjures an image of an afternoon walk through the forest on a warm summer day.

Their half-opened lips tremble ever so slightly against yours. You’d think them vulnerable and on the verge of surrender, if it weren’t for that glint in their eyes, the persistent defiance underneath all that need and longing. There is a glimpse of danger lurking in the shadows, a predator.

They draw a gasp from you, running the nails of their fingers down your spine. You knew they’d try something, yet somehow this catches you by surprise anyway. Your body shudders against theirs.

Pressed flush to them now, you suddenly become keenly aware this is the closest you’ve ever been to them. The heat of their body seeps into you, seemingly unhindered by the oh so thin layers of clothing separating you from one another.

They wink at you, as if to tease you one more time. Then a simple touch of their tongue along your upper lip makes the last remnants of your self-restraint crumble as well. You lean in.

And just like that you lose yet another one of these little games.

You should have known better than to underestimate them!

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Hello lollipop anon, and thank you again 🌸

I only met you recently, but I headcanon that you're really sweet and would help put others however you can!

I also think you love angst, I don't know why, it's jut the vibe I get haha

Omg this means so much coming from you^^

And yes, you're right, I try to help people however I can, it makes me happy if I can make someone's day better:)

And well yes, I do like angst (but ofc only in stories and fiction, definitely not in reality haha). I guess the reason for that would be- sad stories just stick with me and it's more like an emotional outlet for me, so yeah.

four letters

Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock.

I don't think I've ever noticed the hands of my wall clock this much in my entire life. I open my eyes and see them on the wall, and when I close my eyes they're strangling my neck.

I've been kidnapped by Time, kept within its infinite loops, a captive with no voice— except for these words.

"I'd even love to be kidnapped by villain, anything to get me out of Time's hands—

Hero hears a sound that sounds like a woodpecker pecking into a tree's bark. She whips her head around to find villain’s face wedged on the glass, a lopsided grin smashed to the window. Hero jumps off her bed and is there beside the window in a second, her hands trembling as she tries to unlock the window and laugh at the same time.

Villain jumps into hero’s arms as soon as she opens the window, a visible pout on their face now as hero starts to laugh out loud, the full-blown-kind-of-laughter. But again, villain had always had a thing for hero’s laughter. And in a moment, their heart is a circus and their mind a record player, playing hero's voice on loop. They can't even stay mad at her when she does this.

Hero takes her sweet time and finally looks up at villain, the height difference hitting all the good spots for hero at the moment. It's during the morning, when she's trying to grab that silly cereal box from the top shelf, standing on tip toes and still unable to reach it, until villain finally comes to the rescue and picks it up for her.

"Heyy~" she cooes and villain's heart begs for a break.

"Hi my darling. I hope you've enjoyed your full plate of laughter at my plight."

Hero thinks back to villain's face smashed on the window and a small smile finds its way back to her lips again, like how a wave always finds its way back to the shore. Villain watches the scene— a mere captive in a moment of time.

"I'm sorry," hero’s guilty half speaks out. This transition— it always catches villain off-guard. Everytime.

Villain pulls themselves closer to hero— if that's even possible, their hands on either side of hero’s cheek. Hero’s eyes dart around, as if she knows what's coming and she's looking at everything else but villain's eyes.

Villain wants to change that. And what better way than to coax hero into it?

Their hands slowly move up into hero’s hair, playing with her locks and gently scratching her scalp. Hero relaxes into their arms— the reaction almost instant that it makes villain suck in a shaky breath. They've never felt so powerful even in a battle field, even when their veins burn with power. But villain knows this is another kind of power all together— something they've read about many times in the books that hero loves stocking up in her bookshelves. They read about it when hero’s fast asleep in their arms, their steady heart grounding them to reality. It has always been something that they never knew how to feel.

Perhaps I'm feeling it now, villain thinks. It definitely felt like what was printed on those pages. They at least hoped so.

With hero, its always friendly and then before villain even realises it, they're falling. Into intimacy. Into a revolution that pulls them apart from the inside.

Feelings. Emotions. And then that 'something' that they read in those books.

All of them start to assemble underneath their skin; like an army ready for war.

But that's when villain meets hero’s eyes and she's looking at them, honest. Vulnerable. Not running away.

Seems like the coaxing worked while I was having an internal crisis. How long has she even been looking at me?!

But hero’s not bothered, her entire being invested in maintaining that eye contact.

Villain clears their head and looks once again. In her eyes, they see little things, and they all add up, one by one, culminating together to form that one four letter word, that special something.

"It's alright Love," a trick, one that villain decided to steal from a book right then. They wanted to test it, to see how that four letter word felt rolling off their tongue.

They watch again, caught in a trance as hero’s eyes become wide, surprise and happiness and many other feelings filling them up in a matter of seconds that villain can't keep up. So they just stare, bewildered.

And then hero laughs and the magic is over, like Cinderella at midnight.

"Why in the world do you look so surprised?!" Hero jabs a finger at their chest, trying to pout but failing immensely.

Laughter pulls itself out of villain’s lips, and they think that this is just fine. This is their twist, their 'something'. Their own four letters that they're going to build up together.

Hello everyone!! Hope you all remember me xd I'm sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth for a while, I had to move for uni and I'm learning to live alone for the first time so it's been quite a ride. I've missed writing dearly and this dear community of you all, so just wanted to thank you for being patient and for the support ^^ Hope you enjoyed this :)

Secrets - part 1

Note : Adrian, Ash and Alex are all unisex names, so you're free to imagine your preferred gender in your head ^^

Adrian groans, staring at the blank notebook in front of them. They were supposed to write an essay which is to be submitted tomorrow but they can't seem to find the thing called motivation for the life of them. They've just been feeling so lazy and they can't figure out why.

Even though they may just look like any normal college student who's struggling with their classes, they had another, quite major role to play in society- they were the Hero, and as the title suggests, their job description consists of fighting off villains, rescuing normal civilians, smiling, and more smiling. Adrian wouldn't admit it, but it did get tiring at times. And recently, they've been having to go to these night escapades a lot, since their nemesis, Villain, true to their job description has been causing mischief the entire past week, making Adrian bite off more than they can chew. Thankfully they weren't any serious crimes and most of the time, Adrian felt like they were dealing with a child seeking attention.

And thus here they are, tired of being productive and procrastinating like tomorrow doesn't exist. Oh how they wished that being a hero gave them some leverages in college, but their superiors would bite their head off if word got out. Being a hero was sworn to secrecy, kind of like a secret agent, except in this case, Adrian has to play an entirely different persona.

They groan again, just in time as their friend /roommate walks into the room. "Hey, what's up? Did you get that homework done?"

Adrian gives them a look like they're staring into the void, "You think I'll look like this if I did?"

Their roommate Alex sighed, clearly to them it didn't look like Adrian was going to be done anytime soon and it was already 12 am. They just wanted to sleep, without having to listen to Adrian's groans of agony throughout the night.

"Okay, you clearly need a change of pace so I'll call up this other friend of mine who's great at studying. I met them during a group project and they're like so good!"

Adrian scoffs, but allows Alex to do whatever they want to. It's not like they were bad at studying, they just didn't feel like doing it right now.

Adrian almost dozes off when they hear a loud knock. Alex literally skips over to the door, opening it and eagerly welcoming their new friend into the room. Adrian manages to sit up, still groggy and shakes their head, trying to get themselves to wake up. Once their eyelids cooperate enough, they look up to find two pairs of worried expressions thrown towards them. They immediately whirl around, facing the opposite way, embarrassment eating up their cheeks.

"Uhm, are they okay?" A voice that Adrian has never heard before speaks up. They guess that they're the friend who studies oh so well.

"Well, they're generally better than this, just on lower spirits today." Alex tries to speak up for their roommate.

After explaining the situation to the newcomer, Alex disappears into the quarters of their room with a friendly, "just call out if you need anything!"

Adrian sighs, wanting nothing more then to curl up in their blankets and fall asleep while watching something on their laptop. They were so inside their head, that they failed to notice soft footsteps approaching them and nearly jumped out of their skin when they felt a gentle touch on their shoulders. The said person immediately took a few steps back, clearly flustered by Adrian's reaction.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you." They speak out, voice sincere.

Adrian immediately felt guilty. They were here for their sake, to help them finish their assignment and here they were, being most possibly the rudest person on the planet. "No no, it's my fault, I wasn't really paying attention."

The newcomer smiles at that and Adrian feels their chest tighten in a way that it has never done before. What the hell?

"I'm Adrian, by the way," they say, desperate to keep the conversation going, "and you are?"

"Ash. I guess Alex didn't tell you much about me?"

"Not much except for the fact that you study really well and that's why you would be the perfect inspiration for me to finish this essay."

Ash laughs at that, "I do handle my studies okay, but I don't know how good of an inspiration I can be, but I'll try my best."

Adrian looks at them, face soft, "You're really a nice person you know?"

Ash almost chokes on air, "Huh?"

Adrian realises that that was probably a really random thing to say, voice spluttering as they try to figure out a way to make this conversation less awkward than it already is.

"N-no, I just meant that you really have no reason to be here, you don't even know me and here you are, willing to help me with my essay and everything. "

Ash chuckles shyly and Adrian has to mentally punch themselves to remind them not to stare at how fine they look, standing under the yellowish lighting of their dorm, the shadows painting their face just right. And not to mention that silky voice... oh God.

" -ping people."

"Huh?" Adrian has to ask, as they just returned to reality from inside their head.

Ash just smiles, repeating again, "I guess it doesn't feel so bad helping people sometimes, and that's why I'm here."

Now it's Adrian's turn to smile, and they tell Ash to sit down and get comfortable, while they pop into the kitchen to make two cups of hot chocolate, Adrian and Ash falling into easy tunes of conversation soon after.

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It's almost half past two and Ash is staring at Adrian, who is peacefully dozing off on their desk. They sigh, eyes fluttering close for a brief moment, just enjoying this tiny moment of peace. Life is anything but peaceful for Ash because of their other secret identity- they were a villain, and its been days since Ash has felt so at peace. It was getting harder to just stay alive every day, and it didn't help that the other villains around town just keep getting greedier, making them take part in reckless missions. A distressed sigh leaves their lips, as they force all the depressing thoughts back down. They didn't want to think about that right now. Right now, they were safe. For some reason, staying like this besides Adrian made them feel some sort of a familiar warmth settle in the pits of their stomach, though this is the first time that they've met them. It made Ash feel good.

I'm just overthinking this whole thing, as usual, they sigh, giving their head a little shake. They stand up from the couch and tiptoe over to the table where Adrian's sleeping to check on how much they've completed. They still have a page left, their eyes flicker to the clock that reads 4:45 am, so it'll be fine if I let them sleep in a bit more right? Ash did walk over to Adrian's desk with the intention of waking them up but after seeing that peaceful smile, and the way they're sleeping comfortably even on an arm chair, Ash guessed that maybe they really did need their sleep.

Okay, I'll wake them up a little later, and with one last glance, Ash walks back over to the couch, deciding to get some sleep of their own.

This is going to have two more parts I think / so stay tuned! / I was procrastinating so decided to let hero procrastinate too lol / well at least they have villain helping them out / I'm soft / also I played around with tenses for this snippet (you'll see in the upcoming parts) / I hope you all like it anyways:)

@rafedane I completely agree with your observations here! The story seems to be from vanthi's pov and in this life (my brain is just assuming this to be a reincarnation au) vanthi for some reason has his memories from his previous life (as soon as they made contact I guess?). but we don't know arulmozhi's perspective yet so maybe he's regained his memories during that contact as well, but maybe even in this life, he had to uphold some sort of an image for society? (the possibilities, are as you say, endless) them as soulmates is just 🥺❤️

colours of the shadows

june 8: remember me for centuries

i knew, the second he held my arm for the first time. the second his skin touched mine. once it sunk in, i almost laughed out loud right there in front of him. i could hear my sister's mocking voice in my head, "you hopeless homosexual, of course this would happen to you!"

he's not mine. but he used to be. years and years ago, centuries even. he saved my life once.

and i remember it clear as day.

he was the son of the emperor, famed and feared all across the land, respected and revered even by the people he set out to conquer. arms strong from wielding his weapons, hands rough from holding his horse's reins. but so gentle when he needed to be. i can almost feel the brush of his fingertips across my cheek. 

my sister snaps in front of my face. asks me what i'm daydreaming about. i shake my head. i don't answer. 

and who was i? the son of a disgraced general, made to fight in the army as part of my reparations to the royal family, and to shadow the prince as his guard; though i'm sure when they assigned me, they didn't think things through. they must have been prepared to kill me in the event that i betrayed the empire. 

how could they have known their greatest enemy would be love?

but he was mine. his soft eyes and rare smile, the spot on the back of his neck that was so, so sensitive. they were mine. the confusion and terror on his face that night as he realized i couldn't swim. the relief, the desperation in his lips against mine after he dragged me ashore. all mine. 

and here he stands today, a face so similar, so different. so close, and so far. i have a hundred reasons to love him, and one reason i can't. he loves someone else now. a woman. 

who would believe me, anyway?

— and so the empire fell to the lovers' fate

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inspired by the arulmozhi x vanthiyadevan posts on tumblr.

'pride 2023: colours of the shadows' pinned.

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