A tale that remains unchanged, no matter how many times it is retold.
Their hands are soft- I got to feel them when they grabbed my hand and pulled me into an alleyway, shielding me from oncoming bullets. Having not expected that at all, it took a few moments for me to come out of that headspace, as I stood there- dazed, staring at their back as their hand that held mine a moment ago, let go to grab their gun from their belt and point the weapon at our pursuers. My brain understood why they had to let go, but my heart refused to understand and kept yearning for that touch again and again- like a stubborn child who wanted to eat more ice cream and wouldn't listen to reason. The minutes passed by as I fought to keep my brain and heart at bay while trying to stay connected to reality because we still weren't safe. Move, I reminded my legs and held onto their silhouette with my eyes. Being a human was hard.
By the time we managed to outrun our pursuers, I was gasping, sweaty palm clutching my shirt- right above my heart, as if I'm pushing it to stay inside and not fall out of my mouth. Eyes on the ground and frantic heartbeats in my ear, I failed to register anything else. I felt a light touch to the top of my head and managed to look up from my bent-over-the-knees posture, just in time to see their hand falling from its spot on my hair a few seconds ago. My heart fluttered. And then our eyes met, their worried gaze trained on my face. I swallowed, but my throat still felt dry. I didn't like it when people worried about me, it made me feel guilty. So, I smiled like I always do when I wanted to hide something- when I wasn't ready to tell them why I might have looked like a flustered mess then. They gave up after a few seconds and began to scout our surroundings. I heaved a sigh, relieved, and tried to do a lot of silly things. I tried to tell myself that I was okay, when I was not (how could I be?). Even though that touch lasted for mere seconds, I could still feel the embers of the fire that it had sparked in my chest and now it threatened to burn me inside out. So no, I was not okay. Definitely not.
A bit more of walking and we were finally home!! It's not much- a small, rundown apartment at the edge of town but it was something. The metal stairs gave a *creak* as they stepped on it to climb up, and I was about to follow when a black cat came out of nowhere and climbed up before me. I landed on the ground with an embarrassing *shriek*, my backside aching. Sounds of their laughter echoed in my ears. I looked up at them, a not-so-serious frown playing on my lips because I just couldn't be mad at them when they laughed like that- like a carefree child who had nothing to worry about in life. I sighed and gave in to their smile but then the black cat stared at me, as if to challenge me and rubbed its fur against their leg. Their attention was completely on the cat now (unfortunate for me), as they gently stroked its fur, surprised and pleased when it purred against their blue jeans. Come on, you can't be jealous of a cat, you can't be jealous of a damn cat! You just can't-
But now, finally, they're sitting right in front of me, within the confines of our single bed, legs crossed messily, and all my mind can think of is that they're so close, so close, that if I reach out my hand, I can touch them. They lean towards me to reach for the blanket, their fingers brushing against mine and that fire which I felt earlier in the day was back now, and it was angry- ready to burn me whole.
They're staring outside our bedside window, looking at the city lights far away, oblivious of the plight I'm in, while I can't bring myself to look at anything else but their eyes. They must have noticed of course- as inquisitive as they are, so they turn over to look at me and all my breaths and words just die in my throat as I realise all over again, just how much I adore those blue eyes. They remind me of a sky, where the birds soar free; of freedom.
"What is it?" They ask in a teasing tone, smiling softly but I can't answer. I can't do anything. I can only look at them. Their brows furrow slightly in concern, and they move closer, those lovely soft hands brushing against mine again. But they don't stop with that alone this time. Their fingers become curious as they start exploring my hand, dragging their index over my palm, down to my fingers, feeling them over, digit by digit and I can feel myself going crazy.
Before I know it, my hand is entirely in theirs and they're so close that I can feel their warm breath fanning over my neck. My mind goes empty but my body is set ablaze, and I think that maybe, I've stopped breathing entirely, if only for that moment. Noticing my lack of response, their hands become braver, their right one tangled with mine while their left one rises up to cup my cheek with the gentlest of touches that makes me feel so giddy.
I hear them call my name, but it feels like it's coming from the bottom of a well; so far away. Panicked, my hand reaches out towards that voice, only to be caught by theirs. I stop as I'm held in place by blue eyes; I can't escape. They're searching my face, my entire being for an answer, their soft touches coaxing me to relax and give in. I finally come out of my head, and it feels as if I'm being born again as I learn how to breathe, how to move and how to speak within the safe haven of their touch. And I don't want it any other way.
"You're beautiful", I breathe, leaning into their palm. Their lips part to let out a small laugh and my ears rejoice. "How can you say that with a straight face?!" they say fondly, as if it's something they wouldn't mind listening to everyday, my mind beginning to dream about that very scenario. Meanwhile, their lips inch closer and I don't notice until they're suddenly too close and touching mine.
And the rest is history.
Hello all of you lovely people!! Yes, I know it's been a while since I posted- been trying to find some inspiration and fight off procrastination. So here is this long piece to make up for that (hopefully xD) - I tried first person narrative this time and I don't really do this style a lot, so I hope this is satisfactory for you all to read and enjoy ^^ (also this can be read from either hero/villain/ or literally any of your fav character's pov- you decide <3)
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Omg this is beautiful
This is a take on the supervillain handing heroâs sidekick over to regular villain. Itâs a trope somewhere, Iâm sure.
The villain clenched their jaw. Heroâs sidekick was a teenage girl for Godâs sake. A teenage girl in the hands of the supervillain... the villain stomach jolted, they couldnât let that happen.
âHand her over.â The words were barely out of the villainâs mouth when the supervillain smirked. Villainâs own sidekick tensed up behind them, but the villain gave them a subtle placating gesture. If they could get out of this without a fight they would.
The supervillain noticed the interaction and merely grinned. âAnd what do I get in return? The girl here can give me information on her boss, her perfect little hero.â He mocked. âMight take a few days under the ringer but Iâm sure sheâll talk.â
The girlâs eyes widened in fear. The villain could tell she was trying to steel herself, even shackled at the mercy of the supervillain. For all she knew she was surrounded by enemies on all sides, debating her fate, too far away from the hero for any magical rescues.
The villain opened their mouth again, an idea coming together. âGirl,â they snapped. âHave you been to your bossâs private apartments? Do you know the inner workings of the heroâs most secret base?â
As the villain spoke, they prayed, deny it deny it deny it. Say no. Say no.
âI donât-â the girl shook her head. âI didnât know of any quarters, Iâve never been there-â
âClearly the girlâs new,â the villain let contempt drip from their tongue, willing the supervillain to buy the uninterested facade. âYouâre not going to get anything out of her besides leverage you donât even need right now. I, on the other hand, can give you all the information you need.â
âIs that so?â The supervillain raised an eyebrow.
The villain merely shrugged, allowing a smile to play on their lips. âItâs intimacy of having a nemesis I suppose. In fact, I have it all on this flashdrive.â The villain produced one out of their pocket unceremoniously. Carrying empty flash drives was part of the territory when you were a tech- oriented villain.
The supervillain snorted. âConvenient that you carry around a flashdrive with your nemesisâs information on it? Do you really expect me to believe that?â
The villain smiled and cupped the drive in their hand. With a flash of light, all the information the villain knew of the heroâs private base was uploaded onto the little thing. âCall it a superpower... information generation and distribution is my superpower actually, though Iâm sure you knew that already.â
The villain glanced to the girl, who, they realized with a jolt, was glaring daggers at them. âSurprised Iâd rat out your hero so quickly?â The villain quipped sarcastically. âI want the hero gone as much as supervillain over here. I want you for my own reasons.â
The girlâs glare faltered, replaced with fear. The more the villain talked, the more their stomach sank at the disgusting facade they were putting up. But the supervillain had to buy it or else this girl was in grave danger. Hero would forgive the villain for outing their hideout if it was to keep their sidekick safe... the supervillain just needed to agree to the deal, dammit.
âDo we have a deal?â The villain stepped closer, twirling the flashdrive in their hands absentmindedly. Their heart pounded in their ears. âThe girl does nothing for you, this drive on the other hand... this would be a significant blow to our resident righteous hero.â
âHow do I know youâre not lying?â
The villain leveled their steely gaze, one that made lesser enemies run. âYou have my word. You of all people know the importance of keeping your word.â
An unspoken agreement passed between the villain and the supervillain. Neither heroâs sidekick nor villainâs sidekick dared to breathe.
The villain barely dared to breathe after supervillain muttered, âdeal.â
The villain merely turned to strut away, nodding to their sidekick. âGrab her.â
In a flash the drive was in supervillainâs hands and the villainâs sidekick used their magnetism to pull the girlâs chains into their arms.
âPleasure doing business,â the villain called over their shoulder. Before the supervillain could reply, the villain and the teenage sidekicks teleported away.
By the time they landed back in the villainâs lair, the villain was off running. They only faltered for a moment at the sound of the girlâs voice.
âWhat are you going to do to me?â
The villain turned to see their their sidekick had already released the girl from her chains. âAt the moment, nothing. Weâre not going to hurt you. But I just royally screwed your hero over. They have about 5 minutes before supervillain destroys their base.â The villainâs heart beat in their throat. âI need to warn them.â
The villain was off to the communications department, leaving the girl and the villainâs own sidekick in the dust.
The joint operation begins in 15 minutes.
Hero gulps nervously. Their hands are sweaty, body jittery. They're pretty new to this whole hero thing, and this is just their second operation, and already the hero organization wants them to work on a joint operation with a vigilante.
Hero doesn't understand, are they evil or not? Should I be scared or no? Their mind starts spiraling. If they're cooperating with the heroes, they can't be that bad right? Hero shakes their head a little, as if to stop thinking. I'm just being silly, I'll know if I meet them.
Hero takes brave steps, making it to the rooftop to get some air first and then they would meet vigilante-
Oh no, they're here too.
It's hard to miss them really- wavy raven curls, a lean but muscular build, and their costume... hero really likes it. Hell, they want to take them to the support people who engineer hero costumes right now and show them all this masterpiece. Hero unconsciously lets out a tiny squeal and immediately puts both hands on their lips, wanting to just disappear into the ground.
Vigilante whisks their head around- eyes sharp, muscles tense, registering someone else's presence on the rooftop. Their body goes lax when they see itâs only the newbie hero.
"Hey, hero."
Hero drops their hands to their side and gives them their brightest smile. They knew that headquarters didn't really want the heroes having much contact with any person on the other side of justice, but this is a joint operation after all, so there's no harm right? Plus they did have to work together, so a good first impression is vital.
Vigilante freezes momentarily. A hero is smiling at me? They almost want to laugh. This is new, all of them generally snarl or sneer. They look into heroâs eyes - itâs such a straightforward gaze, one without any sort of ill intent, that vigilante feels the need to look away. How long has it been since someone looked at me like that? They canât remember.
Hero walks over and sits next to vigilante. "Hey", they say in a quiet voice, still not over their embarrassing episode. Vigilante pays no mind to that though, thoughts still reeling with how to deal with this new hero.
"So," vigilante begins awkwardly, "did you need something?"
Hero just blinks at them, trying to register that question in their head. Then it finally hits them. If the heroes before them didn't talk to vigilante, of course vigilante wouldn't have talked to them beyond necessities either. That's not nice. Hero wants to change that.
"No, nothing. I just wanted to talk with you."
Talk? They just want to talk with me?
"So... you don't need anything from me but you just want to talk with me."
Hero tilts their head adorably, as if thinking about that statement. It does unspeakable things to vigilante's chest.
"Yes, is that... I don't know, against the rules or something?" Hero tries to joke, but it comes out a little shaky.
Vigilante smiles, secretly praying that it looks like one, "No, it's not. It's just... different."
Hero didn't need to look at the shape of their lips to know what vigilante was feeling. They could hear it in their voice- a tinge of pain.
Hero doesn't know anything about vigilante yet, but you don't have to know someone's history to make them smile right? Every person deserves to smile, at least that's what hero thinks. So, they're determined to do that, again and again.
"So, is this different, in a good way or a bad way?"
Vigilante thinks about it for a minute.
"In a good way." Their lips curve happily this time and hero secretly takes pleasure in it.
Vigilante definitely looked so much better with a smile on their face.
Heroâs smile matches vigilanteâs - happy and satisfied.
-
The alarm goes off. They have to get in position now.
But there's something still bugging vigilante. They swallow a bit of their pride to ask, what's probably the most silliest thing that they've ever wanted to ask someone-
"Hero, wait."
Hero stops in their tracks, a few feet away from the exit door, turning back to look at vigilante.
"Why, um, why did you... smile?"
Hero chuckles heartily and vigilante's cheeks turn redder by the second. The tone is soft and sweet, not condescending, so vigilante doesn't mind at all. In fact, they think that they could even get used to heroâs laughter, and maybe, theyâll end up liking it someday.
Heroâs eyes don't leave vigilante while they think of an answer in their head. The hero organisation must be crazy, because how else can they label this person as evil?
" You donât really need a reason to smile, you just smile if you feel like it, thatâs all. But if you really want to know, smiles are something that reflect one another- thatâs the nice thing about them. So I smiled, because you did.â They pause for a second. â But even if you didnât, I would have smiled anyways, because I wanted to.â
Hero grins as if to reinstate their point and vigilante smiles back, only then realising that they've been doing it unconsciously. It just felt foreign, but in the best way.
Vigilante looks like theyâre trying to understand a math problem and hero thinks itâs the cutest thing. "You're right. That makes sense."Â
Vigilante holds out their hand and hero looks at them questioningly.
"Come on, this way is faster", they point towards the edge of the rooftop.
Hero feels like their heart is going to fly right out of their mouth if they don't close it, so that's what they do. They keep their lips sealed as vigilante effortlessly scoops them up in their arms and jumps off the rooftop, their powers immediately coming to life. It makes hero wonder just how many times they've done this.
Hero can literally see their superiors in their head, hurtling curses at them for allowing a situation like this to happen. They look at vigilante's face from the corner of their eyes, and it's small, but that's definitely a smile there. Hero smiles wide, a feeling of pride filling up their chest. They know it's funny to feel that way, but feelings are feelings.
As they land safely on the ground, hero thinks,
I'll just leave this part out of my report.
I'm letting the spotlight shine on vigilante for this one, because hurray to morally grey characters who just pretend to be evil and don't actually go around causing chaos xD Hope you all will enjoy this one^^
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So I opened my Tumblr app around a minute ago because I realized I didn't look at it at all today and I found like 44 notifications?! (Sorry, seeing a lot of notifications scares me because idk what to expect lol) but as usual I find more sweet people liking what I wrote and it makes my heart warm. So, a HUGE THANK YOU-
To @a-very-huggable-platypus and @friiday-thirteenth for popping up in my notifs will all the love <3
Also a *hug* for you @a-very-huggable-platypus and a *high five* for you @friiday-thirteenth
(*Sweats* because my mind immediately starts overthinking if this is acceptable for a first convo đ)
Anyways, hope you all are having a good day/night!!
hello! just popping up to thank everyone for your love and support and it makes me so happy to see people enjoying my writing!! feels so surreal haha <3
and i've received some of my first asks ever so thank you sm for that!! please don't think that i'm not answering them - i will, i just need to think about what to write for them so i take some time. thank you for your patience!
and i don't know if i will be able to answer all kinds of asks - that entirely depends on the kind of asks i get, so if they're something that i'm able to write about satisfactorily, then i will definitely write them out.
thank you once again and enjoy reading and asking!
Okay, this hurts but I'm interested
âStop,â Hero cried, âplease stop,â
âYou want, so desperately, to belong,â Villain continued, relishing in the way Heroâs expression fell. Â âYour whole life, you were a recluse. Â Now that youâre a hero, you think itâs different. Â But, youâre still alone. Â People only admire you for your hero persona,â Hero felt hot tears streaming down their face.
âNo one really cares about you,â
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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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