Hey! Have loved your writing for over two years now it's so good :) I was wondering if you could do an MLM story with one hero and one villain? Maybe a hero who's teasing towards the villain and the villain is more shy with his advances but secretly loves it? (Maybe with ✨cuffs✨ too)
Only if you have time tho :)))
"So, you've got me cuffed," the hero said, voice low and velvet. "Captured. Caught. What now?"
The villain blinked at them.
"I mean," the hero said. "You could do anything to me. Take advantage. Torment me in all manner of ways."
"You think I'd take advantage of you!? Just because our goals conflict doesn't mean I'd-"
"-Oh, Jesus Christ." The hero slumped, where he'd been spreading his legs suggestively, looking helpless in a chair. He looked like he had a headache building. "Are you into me or not?"
The villain stared at him. If the universe could manifest a buffering icon, it would have.
"I'm literally spread out on as close to a silver plate as I can get," the hero said, exasperated. "See the deliberate pop of two buttons on my shirt. What more do you want?! Seriously?!"
"You...want me to take advantage of you?"
"Was that not spectacularly obvious?"
"No!" The villain's face burned. "I mean - I don't like to assume, okay!"
"Why do you think I let you cuff me?"
"Let-" The villain spluttered. His gaze raked up and down the hero. "I don't think let is-"
The hero broke and slipped free of the cuffs.
The villain froze.
The hero pushed himself to his feet, taking a step closer.
The villain swallowed. His breathing picked up shallow, eyes going dark.
"Let," the hero said, dragging his finger pointedly down the villain's chest. "So are you going to push me back in that chair now or did I completely misread you?"
"I - uh - you really want me to?"
"Oh my god."
"Just - say it. Please."
"Yes. Bloody hell, yes. For god's sake. You-" The hero looked at the villain, somewhere between infuriated and fond. "Yes."
The villain nodded to himself. He far too obviously plucked up his courage, then gave the hero a gentle shove. It wasn't really enough to move a kitten so much as a superhero, but the hero obligingly sat down like they'd been felled by some unstoppable force.
"Oh no," the hero said. "I'm at your mercy. Whatever might you do."
"Oh, shut up." The villain's face burned even more. "You're mocking me."
"Am not. Make me, killer."
"Don't call me that. For god's sake. You're so-" The villain clasped the hero's face and kissed him. The hero tried very hard not to grin against the villain's lips. Triumphant. He suspected he grinned giddy all the same.
"Good," the hero purred, when they broke apart. "Now..."
"Now you shut up," the villain said, only stammering a little. "If you're not going to - er - if you won't give me the information I want! Then I'll have to, um, get it some other way."
The hero's eyes lit up. "There's my boy."
"You're supposed to be terrified. Overcome."
"Oh no. What are you going to do!?" The hero widened his eyes. "I'll never tell you anything!"
The villain rolled his eyes, but kissed the hero bashfully all the same.
"You're such a dick."
"Don't make me beg. We both know you wouldn't know what to do."
"Oh, screw you."
"I mean, hopefully..."
The villain grabbed the hero again, and kissed them a little harder, more claiming. He found some more cuffs.
It all went a little better after that.
"Alright class, welcome to your first day of Melee 101! Now a lot of you are probably wondering why this class is mandatory. After all, you're here to learn magic, not hand-to-hand combat. The thing is, though, you can't rely on magic. In certain fields, it works unpredictably, necessitating use of other methods.
"In this room, there is a field which nullifies all magic. Go ahead, try it."
The students all tried, quickly getting frustrated. Dale twirled a knife between his fingers for a few moments until only the most determined of students were still trying.
"You can stop now. I think my point has been proven. Magic, in this room, is nullified. Now! Let's say you're out adventuring and you come across a dungeon. Before you know it, you're surrounded by kobolds. Dozens of them. They have little spears, no longer than your arm, and they don't seem particularly hostile. What do you do?"
A student raised her hand.
"Aris."
"Shoot fire at them! Burn the spears!"
"Great choice! But say you try that and it doesn't work.
You teach at a magic school, but you do not teach any magic. In fact, you are not even a mage. Yet your classes are among the few that every student has to take, no matter what kind of magic they are studying.
Part VI
not holding/breaking eye contact
fidgeting
crossing their arms
trying to cover up their body
making themself seem smaller
playing with their hands
hiding their hands in their pockets
holding their head down
blushing
clearing their throat
biting their nails
biting their lips
nervous laughter
stuttering
stiffening up
hard line around the lips
frozen stare
narrowing of the eyes
turning their head to the side
quickening heartbeat
turning red
making themself bigger, ready to fight
gentle and soft smile
relaxed facial features
softening of their eyes
openly showing how they feel
leaning towards the other one
nodding along, not directly interjecting, but encouraging
deep breaths inbetween
gentle touches to comfort
big smile/grinning
laying head slightly to the side
moving one shoulder up
pursing their lips while smiling
very open body language
leaning back
Part I + Part II + Part III + Part IV + Part V
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You were the healer—the last light of your party. But now your final ally dies in your arms, and there’s no one left to save. The enemy jeers, calling you useless. You look up, eyes hollow and black. The light is gone. The Void answers. You're no longer a cleric. You're something far worse.
"Not that kind of tragedy and you know it. Trying to get close to me means trouble for the both of us, and potentially death for you
"I'm a tragedy waiting to happen."
"Well, maybe I could be your knight coming to sweep you off your feet and save you."
"You can't believe that you will actually make a difference. You're just one person."
"And a snowflake is just one. And a pebble is just one. But a pebble thrown leads to a rock, a stone, a boulder. A snowflake can easily be the difference between a snow mound and an avalanche. Y'see, it's not about one. One is often too little. It's about one more. One more rock, one more snowflake, one more drop, one more person.
"You don't believe you can actually make a difference. You're one person."
"The funny thing is that when just one person starts to act, you find a whole lot more than one person who feels the same way. Maybe I don't get anything done myself. Maybe I'm wasting my time. But I'm willing to try."
Adults: Following rules is good, not following rules is bad
Little me: Okay :] *follows a rule*
Adults: Oh my god look at this loser. He doesn't know that this rule is Secretly Okay To Not Follow. Dumbass. Let's all laugh at him
"But it's a tradition!"
"L tradition! It's weird and I don't like it."
Headmistress Rin's tone changed, becoming more serious and stern. "It is your duty as heir."
"Which I did not choose, so I shan't. I wish to marry the princess of Orion, not Queen Elizabeth of 'Angle-Land' or whatever."
"But it's a tradition!"
"Fuck your tradition! It's weird and I don't like it."
"It's your duty as the heir."
"Which is something I didn't choose, so I shouldn't have to."
Suckle
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