#not my writing #love this writing style
trigger warnings: mentions of homophobia, bruising & being kicked out
She ran.
The hero was dizzy from being thrown to the ground, her world turned upside down; how could she have made such a grievous mistake? Her wrist still had handprint marks on it and the hero had no doubt there’d be a bruise.
She ran farther, shouts and taunts still echoing down the road from her childhood home, with its grey exterior and gabled roof and blue walls and soft carpet at the top of the stairs, window shutters the old-fashioned wooden ones that shifted up and down when you wanted sunlight to stream into the room, from the place that she had grown up in with the glow-in-the-dark stars taped to her bedroom ceiling and the moon nightlight always on in hallway.
She ran away from the home that was now just a house; just another building on the street, because her father had made it clear—incredibly, overwhelmingly, angrily clear—that she would never be welcomed back there again.
Some father he was.
She ran until her legs gave out and her lungs fought for air and the feeling was almost comfortable, the same as when she fought, blades whirling, with the villain. The thought almost made her laugh. She could fight to the death with the villain, who had the sunniest appearance of anyone that the hero had ever seen until she opened her mouth, but couldn’t handle her homophobic household.
The moon and stars were gone as she tilted her head up. Rain began to pour down, a symphony of gentle noise as it pattered away at the gutters and streets.
The hero wandered.
The city was different, in the nighttime; crisper, colder. She meandered down different streets, beginning to get drenched, but she couldn’t quite find it in her to care. Few others were out at this hour; a man in a trenchcoat here, a drunk stumbling home there. The hero kept her head down.
She did it a little too well, in fact, as she ran smack-dab into someone in a raincoat and holding an umbrella. She stumbled back; the other person grabbed her wrist, which was beginning to bruise. The hero wrenched it back with a gasp, but not so much with pain as surprise, because the person’s hood had fallen off, and suddenly the hero wasn’t looking at a stranger but at someone she knew very well.
The villain.
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Currently thinking about: morning rehearsal... I need to work on the new piece we got today!
Current favourite song: asking my favourite anything is so cruel </3 anyway either CHANGGWI by Ahn Ye Eun, Psycho by Mia Rodriguez or ICHIDAIJI by POLKADOT STINGRAY!
Currently reading: oooh, last night I finished Several People Are Typing by Calvin Kasulke and I LOVED it, so fun! I adore reading atypical formats and the book itself was so good. I'm going to start The Death I Gave Him by Em X. Liu later tonight - it looks good!
Currently watching: Home School (ended on ep 14 yesterday and I am only strengthening my poly agenda), Hidden Agenda (Louis and AJ have my whole heart <3) and Racket Boys with my mom (it's such a heartwarming show I love it so much!).
Current favourite character: AAAA making me pick favorites again! They're all my beloveds, hmm.... okay, Palm for sure, he's one of my all time blorbos! Also currently spinning White from Home School in my brain at exponential speeds, I love her :)
Current WIP: okay, so:
Metas - I have a nlmg meta cooking in my drafts that I will eventually post but I need time to finish writing, and an old soundwin one
Fics - currently? absolutely nothing, your girl is Tired after writing 62 fics (count em!) for October so I'm taking a short break ((but I doubt I'll be able to stay away for long sjfkdk))
Art - working on crocheting a pillow for my sister! I'm using one of her doodles (she draws) to tapestry crochet, so the front of the pillow will look like this:
but lilac purple!
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I loved your Nero/avilio story oh my goodness
Thank you so much!!! It really means a lot^^ They're such great characters really, and 91 days is an anime that I can never forget haha. Glad you enjoyed it <3
The conflict and emotions in this one, lovely 🥺❤
“It pains me to see my hero that way.” The villain said after a moment of silence.
And, oh god, didn’t that sound too soft? Too sad? So unlike the venomous words that usually dripped from the villain’s lips, burning themselves into the hero’s mind as if they were acid.
This seemed so different, so alien.
A flawless impression of sincere concern. Almost like the villain had actually meant it. Oh, it would have been so easy to believe those words. So tempting to trust a voice like the promise of a comforting embrace, a soothing touch.
Such beautiful lies,
but lies nonetheless.
This was wrong.
“I’m not yours!” The hero shot back, clutching at the anger churning up searing hot inside of them like it was their one and only lifeline. At least it was far more welcome than any of the other emotions currently coursing through them.
They didn’t want to have to deal with the villain right now.
They didn’t want this conversation.
They didn’t want these feelings.
All of this was so very wrong!
Years of experience in the field and a long acquaintance with the other had taught the hero better than to foolishly fall for any of that.
And yet nothing could have prepared them for how the villain’s face twisted into that pitiful frown they were now wearing. For how the villain’s hand flew to their own chest, clawed at the fabric of their shirt. How their voice cracked when they spoke.
“In my heart, we’ve always been each other’s.”
Oh, dear.
The hero had been mistaken, hadn’t they?
With all that burning fury so suddenly forgotten, an icy shiver crept down their spine as they recognised the villain’s words for what they truly were.
Not a beautiful lie,
but an ugly truth.
This is a scene from a Netflix show called Young Royals (I'm obsessed with this)
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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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Thank you, that's so kind^^ 🌸 for you :)
reblog and put in the tags an anime that you consider extremely underrated
Okay, I'm joining in the fun :)
Headcanons but like… for me.
What are your headcanons about me?
POWERLESS
The villain noticed that, for whatever reason, the hero was completely off their game. As they fought, their blows had no weight to them, their movements were sloppy, and their blocks could practically be broken by a short gust of wind. And then, in a bizarrely uncharacteristic display of behavior - the hero stole the villain’s usual move when a fight wasn’t going their way - they attempted to flee.
They didn’t get far before the villain tackled them down, straddling the hero’s thighs and pressing their wrists against the ground by their head. They sneered as the hero feebly struggled in their grip.
“So, my supposed ‘nemesis’ is this easy to take down?” The villain scoffed, leaning down close to the hero’s face. “How pathetic.”
It didn’t feel earned. The hero wasn’t usually this weak - they could normally bat the villain yards away like they were merely swatting a fly... but now, in their current state, even a fly could probably best them.
Something was wrong.
“Ugh! LET GO OF ME, ASSHOLE!“ The hero shrieked, squirming desperately underneath the weight of the villain. “Get the FUCK OFF!”
The villain narrowed their eyes, peering down at them, and then paused. Staring at their neck, they noticed an odd mark... a small puncture wound, like the hero’s skin was pierced by something... Oh, shit. They blinked, peering closer. It was some kind of injection... but of what? They removed a hand pinning one of the hero’s arms, because it’s not like they could do anything with it anyway, and held it in front of the hero’s face.
“How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Huh?” The hero blinked up at them, pausing their thrashing at the sound of the villain’s concerned tone. Then, they huffed, rolling their eyes. “Very funny.”
“What?”
“Wait...” The hero’s brow furrowed. “You mean you don’t know? But it was practically broadcast to all of my-“
The hero was cut off by the sound of a super-weapon charging up, and when they both looked to the side they were greeted by a comically large barrel of a gun.
“Step aside, villain.” Another one of the hero’s enemies called out, a wide smirk spreading on their face as they eased their finger on the trigger of the super-weapon. They aligned their eye with the scope, aiming directly at the hero. “They’re mine.”
The hero cursed under their breath.
Then, yet another enemy flew in, landing in their immediate vicinity with a ready fighting stance. “Ladies first.”
And another. “I call dibs.”
“Well, this is the worst day of my life,” the hero croaked, trembling as they tried to swallow down their panic. “...and probably the last.”
The villain threw up a temporary force field around them, and then pointedly turned their gaze back to the hero.
“I’m going to need an explanation.”
The hero’s eyes had a hopeless glaze in them, but then - out of all things - they laughed. “Haven’t you noticed? I lost my powers! I’m completely fucking powerless!”
The villain’s eyebrows flew up. Oh. The injection... it was some kind of serum that took away their powers... and now they were the easy target of all of their worst enemies, which are currently pounding at the weakening force field.
The hero was throughly doomed. Unless...
“If you don’t want to die today, you’re going to do everything I say.” The villain ground out through their clenched teeth. “Got it?”
“What? You mean that you’re going to help me?” The hero blurted out, then they eyed the villain skeptically. “Why?”
“Now’s not the time for questions.” The villain stated before they rose to their feet. They held their hand out to the hero expectantly. “Now, grab my hand, quick. This force field isn’t going to last much longer.”
The hero brought themselves up to their elbows and bit their lip, brows furrowing as they considered taking the villain’s hand.
The force field shook, destabilizing from the force of the imminent threats awaiting the hero outside.
“Now or never, hero.” The villain said, extending their hand out further.
The hero closed their eyes, exhaling out of their nose as they grit their teeth. A short, contemplative moment passed, as the hero weighed the risks - coming to the conclusion that they were screwed no matter what - and their eyes popped open decisively.
“Fuck it.”
They clasped the villain’s hand, effectively placing their trust - and their life - in the hands of their sworn enemy.
The force field encompassing them fell, leaving them unguarded. Their enemies were on them in seconds, before the villain hastily threw down a smoke bomb from their belt.
Then, with their hands still clasped together, the villain bolted, dragging hero along in tow.
She/her / thank you for dropping by and I hope you have a lovely time here! / I also write fanfics on AO3 - Akane000 / requests, messages, credits and tags are very welcome! / please do not repost, thanks :) [cover img credits: sasmilledge@twitter]
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