figured i should actually try a writeblr intro âď¸
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iâm adrien, he/him.
iâll mostly post writing prompts, but sometimes quotes and wips as well đď¸
i have one novel in the works (& two webcomics with the amazing @soggiestofsocks)
my favorite genres & tropes are hurt/comfort, villain/hero, and angst of any kind. thatâs probably what you should except when following me!
i tag general tws but if you want one added, dm, comment, or send an ask. i got you.
requests & asks are open, i love when people ask for part 2s or longer versions of posts so donât be shy :)
villains who show genuine concern for their hero⌠𼰠| âď¸ tws: self-care callout post
V: âWhatâs your story? I mean, you have to be pretty screwed up to become a hero, when you think about itââ
H: âThatâs rich coming from a villain.â
V: âNonono, really, listen to me. Itâs human nature to do whatâs going to benefit you. Trying to accumulate power, money⌠Thatâs how any normal person works. Who messed you up so badly that youâre this willing to sacrifice everything for others? When is your well-being going to become a factor?â
H: ââŚâ
V: âAll of this is to say that judging from those eye-bags, you havenât taken a break in at least a month. Iâll call everything off right now if youâll take a nap.â
H: âYouâ You staged this entire thing so I would do self care?â
A charismatic knight attempting to get a cold person to spar with them?
haha this is super fluffy and cute! unless⌠(featuring adrien, wanting to add angsty plot twists to everything)
tws: swords, peer pressure, stabbing, fluff, angst, tragic endings & corruption (the fluff ends at the âď¸!)
âOne round!â
The witch peeled their gaze from the inside of a spellbook, grimacing. Knight-boy had dropped a jousting sword by their foot, beaming expectantly.
Damn that dazzling smile.
The witch cleared their throat and looked back down. âI am in the middle of studying.â
âYouâre always in the middle of studying!â The grin reached their eyes now, clearly not deterred in the slightest.
âPerhaps thatâs a sign to leave me be.â
âOr âperhapsâ youâre being stubborn.â
Their counterpart scoffed a little, turning a page. âOne of us certainly is.â
With a dramatic groan, the knight crossed their arms. âYouâre no fun! Donât you want to do anything other than read?â
Have you ever even read a book? âGo away.â
âI need someone to practice with!â
âYou have other friends. Ask one of them.â
That did⌠something. An awkward silence immediately washed over the two and the knight fell quiet, fidgeting awkwardly with the plates of their armor.
âYou⌠do have other friends, donât you?â
âYouâre the best opponent out of everyone Iâve fought.â
How bizarrely avoidant. âI hardly know how to wield a sword. Youâre lying through your teeth.â
âMaybe so, but youâre cunning! And unpredictable! Hell, last time I saw you fight, you hit a guy with a spell and he went crying for his motherâŚâ They trailed off, as if revisiting a fond memory.
âYou were⌠there? You watched my duel?â
The knight nodded enthusiastically, beaming yet again. âThey donât train us how to deal with magic users in the field, so I go to your matches. Iâve been taking notes! And youâre the only one that I know that actually uses magic, soâŚâ
A slight heat creeped on to the witchesâ face, stumbled for words. âThatâsâ youâreâ just study books, or something.â
âI know thatâs what you do,â their counterpart pouted, leaning on a sword. âBut Iâm so much better learning through experience. I didnât exactly read a book on the best place to stab someone. I just.. tried a couple times until I figured out what made them fall the fastest.â
It was hard not to smile at that. âSo I should spar you because⌠Youâll learn my tricks and stab me?â
âWâŚWhat! No!â The knight squawked, eyes wide. âNo, you should spar me because it will be fun! And you can⌠practice spells on me, or something?â
âIâm teasing.â
âOh.â Their cheeks flushed a light pink.
The witch signed fondly. Damn them being this cute, too. âYouâre not going to leave me alone until we spar, are you?â
Sensing where this was going, the knight lit up. âCorrect.â
âAnd youâll let me go back to studying afterwards?â
âRight again!â
âI guess that leaves me with one option,â The witch stood from their seat with a halfhearted stretch. âDo not actually stab me.â
âI wouldnât dream of it.â Their friend took their wrist and tugged them towards the training fields, grinning wildly.
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The witch peered over the battlefield with a disgusted grimace. Theyâd never seen this much carnage in one battle; frankly, they never processed that it would go this far.
Lives must be lost in the name of revolution. Blood must be spilled.
It was simply the amount of bloodâŚ
They sighed, kicking their final fallen foes body to the side. God, do I need a drink. With a yawn, they made their way further into the kingdom.
Knights didnât really train in the way of magic users, a old friend once told them. The training must not have changed much over the years, because these warriors had been pathetic; the King had said theyâd be the best and brightest, and in total the battle had been about 20 minutes.
(As they walked, they noticed the streets to the castle were clear of civilians. Unsurprising, but nonetheless very welcome.)
Of course, the King had always been an incompetent buffoon. The witch had experienced his stupidity first hand after being thrown in the dungeons the day of their graduation. âMagic is far too dangerous,â heâd said. âYouâll corrupt all of our holy warriors.â
They all were slain now, so what good had it done him?
Reaching the castle gates came with relative ease. The Witch knocked, for the sake of politeness.
(They hadnât really expected the doors to open, but they still internally scoffed at how rude the royal was even now.)
The path to the throne room wasnât long once they blew open the doors with a simple spell of wind. Sure, their approach would be obvious, but where did the old man have to hide?
âO mighty king,â They sung from the final turn. âJudgement day has finally arrived.â
They rounded the bend and in front of them laid the massive corridor with a throne in the back. Sitting on the throne was the old man, as cold and cocky as ever. The witch peered up to him with a grin.
âAny final words, your highness?â
âYou said you would kill my entire army before you finally came for my head.â
The witch laughed airily, a spine-chilling sound. âPerhaps you need to look outside, my king. Your men lay in shambles, they died merciful deaths⌠Yours will not be nearly as kind.â
The king grunted acknowledgment, but a small devilish grin emerged on his lips. âThat was not my entire army.â
âThen you forgot to send them all. It is your flaw, not mine.â They prepared a spell, holding an orb of necrotic magic in their hands with ease. âI will kill all those that face me, and everyone who dared has already fallen.â
âThereâs one more who dares. It was simply a fight I wanted to overlook.â
The witch scoffed, taking aim regardless. âWho?â
The king motioned behind them.
Wary of a trick, they spun on their heels slowly. Their breath instantly caught in their throat.
Their darling knight, head hung low, stood inches from them.
Years of age weighed on their face, and their stance was far worse for wear than anything the witch had remembered. Eyebags. Ragged breathing. A shell of their former glory at best, but the person theyâd once loved all the same.
âWhat has he done to you?â The witch whispered, voice tender and low.
The hero wrenched their eyes shut, drawing their sword. âOne round.â
You know what time it isss. Eve's weird question time: describe your wips but in a form of AITA (am i the asshole posts from reddit)
this works surprisingly well, iâm floored
Mistborne: AITA for dragging my friends in the woods on a sidequest that might up kill us all? Weâre all immensely powerful heroes on our way to slay a dragon, and decided to rest in a random town for the night. No biggie. Turns out this town is terrorized by a witch living in the woods! Naturally, I peer pressure my friends into taking a pit stop to kill the witch. Hereâs the catch. It turns out the witch is like, crazy powerful and even her low level traps have ended up in near death scenarios for all three of us; We canât even turn back because of how disorienting the forest is! Weâve taken multiple detours and this has never happened before⌠how was I supposed to know this one would turn out so badly?
In The End: AITA for encouraging my friends to steal magical items off dead tyrants to topple a reign of terror? Lol okay this might sound really bad, but Iâm talking these corpses are like, mass murderers! My friends can totally handle the artifacts and Iâm sure they wonât go mad with power. Sure some of them donât exactly trust themselves with the objects (pretty sure one of them has been mind controlled by an artifact before), but thatâs just because theyâre anxious. Someone has to save the world so no harm no foul, right?
Eve's weird question time: give that one character a gun. You know exactly which one. What would happen? (Refrence to those "the x book would be much shorter if they had just give y a gun)
this is such a fun break while iâm working on requests!
âŚthe character is 100% airon though; if you give the dude who broke out of 3 years of mind control a gun, let me tell you. the battles arenât lasting long. thereâs no redemption arcs, just a couple of bangs and the book is over đ
make everything ride on your characters speciality. the one thing theyâre really good at. something thatâs brought them pride and joy. and then have them fail anyways :)
In the End | fantasy/action/adventure, YA, dnd themed
Bookjacket Synopsis: The story is over. The greatest heroes have already fought, lost, and been forgotten. Every kingdom has toppled, leaving only a few towns left on the outskirts to fall in easy succession. The end of days is upon the world.
As the dictatorial group conquering the globe snuffs out the last forces of rebellion, one of the final remaining villages hasnât received word of their terror whatsoever. Living in blissful oblivion, a small-town adventurer stumbles upon the very artifact that could lead to their defeat.
If only she knew it.
Format: Novel
Current Progress: Drafts
Tropes: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Enemies to Friends
Summary: This story follows an amnesiac who calls themselves Adventurer. During one of the mediocre tasks she completes for her town, she stumbles upon the key to saving the world without realizing it, and everything in her life turns on its head.
With large-scale threats sheâs not equipped to defeat practically appearing out of thin air, Adventurer is forced to make allies and begin the final stand to save everything sheâs ever known.
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Characters:
Protagonists: Adventurer, Any Prns | After loosing their memory 3 years ago, the only thing they remember is saving others. Theyâve adopted a name and personality to fit. | Optimistic, Reckless, Fearless
Airon, He/Him | Functioned as a brainless puppet of the dictators for many years. After being freed from mind control, he will do anything not to fall back under. | Prickly, Desperate, Hardened
Ember, She/Her | A former great hero fallen from grace after all her colleagues were slaughtered, now looking for any solution to prevent the end of days. | Experienced, Blunt, Thoughtful
Milo, They/Them | A reclusive warlock who barricaded themselves in the forest after a great tragedy, now forced to fight alongside others to retain their home. | Introverted, Intelligent, Anxious
Antagonists: The Crow, She/Her | Diviner of the Mind, can change your perception of reality. | Distant, Uncaring, Self-Assured
Cassin, He/Him | Diviner of the Body, controls hordes of mindless zombies. | Aggressive, Impulsive, Violent
Rose, She/Her | Diviner of the Heart, can transfer your love of others unto herself. | Flirty, Dramatic, Charasmatic
Rook, He/Him | Diviner of the Soul, steals others intellect to amass powerful knowledge. | Cold, Charmless, Calculated
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Sample (tw violence and blood!)
She's fast. I hardly see her as she bolts towards the soldier, dagger drawn; it only processes that sheâs hit him when he collapses. She whirls as the other lackey moves towards her, dagger soaring through the air in one fluid motion and landing in his chest. He hits the ground with a thunk.
In a flash sheâs at his side, yanks the weapon from his body. Blood sputters. She huffs and blows her hair from her face, sidestepping the growing puddle. Finally, she faces the general, and she lowers her chin with a grimace like an animal spotting itâs prey.
His reaction is distinctly anticlimactic.
The man stands at ease, observing the scene carefully. He looks almost.. bored. I see him square her up, like he'd done with me; she must see it too, because she tenses and sets her jaw.
âSay mercy,â I hear him murmur.
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iâm so attached to these sillies i hope you find them interesting :)
Omg the snippet of the comatose hero was so angsty that I loved it!!, Sorry to bother you again but I was wondering if you could do a part 2 (only if you want, no pressure at all ^^â)
awww thank you so much!! youâre too sweet! and youâre absolutely not bothering me with writing requests lol these have been making my day âď¸đ
part one is here | can be read as a stand-alone
tws: injury, murder, hospitals, blood, panic attacks, and INSANE amounts of angst
The first thing Hero noticed was the burning in their back.
Okay, everything burned, but the the burning on their back was like hellfire itself. A scream bubbled up in their throat and they immediately bit their lip, metallic blood flooding their mouth and drawing out a cough.
There was beeping by their bedside, increasingly fast in pace. That sound triggered noise in the doorway, then a rush of footsteps and voices that all sounded unfamiliar and far too loud.
Hero covered their ears with a pillow, pressed their head to the mattress, and choked back tears. Everything went to black again.
â
The next time Hero awoke, there was an odd, heavy haze over them, like moving through water. They tried to glance around the room, but their eyelids felt too heavy. The beeping remained steady.
This time, there was another noise.
Someone was crying.
âI donât know how to live without you.â
They tried to open their eyes, but sleep pulled them to nothingness again.
â
Hero was awake again, their body was still too weighted to move. Their eyes were unopenable.
âI killed them.â
That same voice again. Hero fought to listen. To stay awake.
âSomeone snitched. I knew they would, eventually. Not that it was that hard to find out, anyways.â
Who were they talking about?
âThe audacity of some minor league criminal setting up a trap like that. Who the hell blows up a whole building just to get to you? What were they hoping to accomplish?â
Thatâs right, there was an explosion. It all seemed fuzzy now.
âIâm⌠They confirmed no one else was hurt. I didnât really care, but I figure you would.â
You sound hurt.
âI miss you.â
I miss you too.
â
As Hero woke up once more, their eyes opened a sliver and it felt like the light was piercing them from every angle. They let out a strained cry, shutting them tightly to no relief.
The monitor beeped louder, unfamiliar voices returned, but this time, Herp managed a word.
âVillain,â they rasped, voice scratchy with disuse.
Sleepâs embrace was warm and thoughtless.
â âď¸ â
This was Villains eighth visit since Monday.
(Yes, it was only Wednesday. Unimportant, really.)
The doctors called and told them Hero had been awake. So it was 3am, what did it matter? Theyâd arrived within minutes, the doctors leaving them alone as they walked into the room.
Villain sat down quietly at the chair that hadnât left itâs position since a week ago when this whole nightmare hard started.
BeepâŚ. beepâŚ. beepâŚ
They glanced at Heroâs heart-rate monitor. Steady. Oxygen levels much higher than earlier today. They sighed quietly, looking back at their counterpartsâ sleeping face.
At least they look peaceful like this.
Like Villain had done all the nights before, they reached forward and laced their fingers gingerly together with a yawn.
Theyâd stay for a couple of hours.
Their eyes fluttered shut, leaning back in their chair a bit.
âVâllan?â
Immediately, their eye were open, staring at their bedridden rival who peered back, semi-conscious. They started moving to reach toward Villain, who was immediately up and inches away from them.
âShit, hero, stay stillââ
âWhyâre you⌠You came?â
The breathless sound of a heart breaking. âOf course I came.â
Hero stared at them, eyes cloudy. âWhy?â
Now that was the million dollar question.
At a moments silence, the crimefighter shook their head pleadingly. âDonât stop talking. Iâm so sleepy, plâse keep talking. Donât have to tell me. Just talk. So much easier to be awake when you talkâŚâ
Villain sputtered. âYou- Ah. Well. Iâm here becauseâŚâ
âYou heard me call out?â
âYou⌠asked for me?â
Hero nodded, looking off at the ceiling.
âWhy did you ask for me?â
âDidnât have anybody else to ask for.â
Another blow to the gut, this time leaving Villain to wince. âNo, I didnât come because you asked. I wouldâve, if Iâd known.â
âSo?â
âI⌠Youâd have done the same for me.â
A quiet chuckle. âThaâs not it. Youâre lyinâ. Your ears go red when youâre lyinâ.â
That was new. Villain flushed. âThey what?â
âCâmonn⌠You know my tells by now too. You gotta.â
âI most certainly do notâ how long have you known that for?â
âLast Feburary.â
âYou didnât say anything?â
âNopeâŚâ With a pop on the âOâ.
âWhy not?â
âI asked the first question!â
âYou said I didnât have to answer it,â Villian replied curtly.
âI was lyinâ. You answer first. Whyâd you come?â
âIâŚâ They sighed, looking off to the side. What the hell, like theyâre gonna remember this anyways? âI love you.â
For the first time since Hero woke up, there was a full moments silence. They stared, blinking furiously, and exhaled in a shaky noise.
A⌠laugh?
Villain stared, feeling their face heat up in humiliation. That was a laugh. They were laughing!
âFuck, Hero, you couldâve just saidââ
âI didnât tell you about your ears turning red because itâs so goddamn cute!â
âI thought it was cute, and I didnât wanna tease you over it because I thought maybe Iâd slip up and tell you how much I love it! Love you! Oops, look, I just did,â Hero giggled, then contentedly yawned and started to close their eyes.
Their counterpart scrambled. âDonât just go back to sleep!â
âCanât go back to sleep, Iâm already âsleep. This canât be anything but a good dream.â
âHeroââ
âGânight, Villain.â
Just like that, their breathing leveled out and a quiet snore echoed through the room. Villain stood once again in silence, mind reeling. They flexed their hand once, twice. Pinched themselves.
Ow.
So they werenât asleep either.
Dazed, they walked back to their beside seat and sat. Stared at the ceiling. Glanced at their counterpart. This time, a small fond smile formed on their lips.
In all of the security camera footage, in all of the files; no one had ever been able to successfully capture their face. Voice. Nothing but a vague silhouette, usually shrouded in darkness at the very edge of CCTV footage.
This was the first time theyâd slipped up.
In a daring escape from a group of officers, their disguise had slipped. Though they scrambled to retrieve it, their eyes were visible for a split second on the officerâs body camera.
Was that enough to figure out their secret identity? No, not to most people; but as the Private Investigator zoomed in on their face, they sucked in a sharp breath.
Those piercing blue eyes, double-lash line, perfectly plucked eyebrowsâŚ
âItâs you,â The Investigator whispered, slumping back in their seat. 2 long months of detective work, crime-scene chases, and sleepless nights⌠theyâd all led to this.
They carefully shut their computer, glancing over their shoulder to ensure no one had seen the tape; the footage had been trusted to them exclusively, anyways. Perks of being the best in the field.
Please say I still have their phone number.
â
The nightclub seemed near-empty upon the Vigilanteâs arrival. Despite their civilian attire, they still carefully scanned the premise before entering. Spared a glance at their phone.
PI: iâm here
With a hum, they stuck their phone into their pocket and approached the bar area, where an old friend awaited.
âMiss me that much?â
The Private Investigator practically jumped, whirling to stare at them. With a coy smile, the Vigilante slid into the seat next to them.
âI wasnât sure youâd actually show.â
âOf course! Did you really think Iâd stand up an old colleague like that?â They waved a bartender over with one hand, who dutifully approached. âChardonnay, please. So, whatâs this about?â
After clearing their throat, the PI mumbled their order and the bartender retreated to serve them. âArenât I allowed to want to see an old friend?â
âSure, but you were far too shy to ever do that while we worked together. Whatâs changed? Someone boost your self-image?â Their counterpart choked, looking away. âIâm not saying thatâs a bad thing. Even when you were a rookie, you showed potential. Someone needs to stroke your shockingly small ego.â
The Vigilante laughed a little at the glare they received, a grateful nod offered at the bartender as they served the drinks and left once more. The Private Investigator sipped their drink, a shade redder than before.
âWhyâd you quit?â They finally managed, swallowing and keeping their eyes on their glass.
Weird question. âPersonal reasons.â
âYou loved your job.â
âI loved the idea of my job,â The Vigilante sighed. âI wanted to help people. There just came a point when I realized I was doing far more harm than good.â They spared a glance in their acquaintancesâ direction, whoâs darkening gaze was fixed on their drink. âAre you having issues with your job?â
That seemed to startle them out of their stupor, eyes snapping up. âNo! No, everything isâ that is to say, Iâm the best in my field by now.â
âBetter than me?â They teased, watching the PI redden.
âYouâre not in the field anymore.â
âIf I was, youâd probably have surpassed me by now.â
âDonâtâ âŚDonât say that. No I wouldnât have.â
Quirking their eyebrow, The Vigilante studied their former friend. Something was wrong. The fidgeting. The way they worried their lip, looked away at any opportunity they could.
âWhat is going on with you?â
âH..hm?â
âNo, seriously. Whatâs on your mind? The gears in your brain are turning so hard that I can practically see smoke coming from your ears.â
Thereâs a moments pause before the Private Investigator tightens the grip on their glass, jaw stiffening. âWhile you were on the job, did you ever find out something that you wish you didnât?â
A hum. âSure. I got into things the city was trying to keep under the rug. Stuff that made me sick. There was a point when I couldnât keep quiet. They didnât like that.â
âBut anything about⌠What about something about someone you cared about?â Two doe eyes fixed on them, glancing through lashes.
Oh. Thatâs where this is going.
âI suppose so.â It was the Vigilantes turn to sip their drink, curiously peering back.
âWhat did you⌠do, with that information?â
They frowned. âWhat is this about?â
âSeriously, just- answer me?â
âI quit,â They replied bluntly, setting their drink down to cross their arms.
There was silence, and then a tiny nod. The Vigilante watched as the Detective pulled out their wallet, producing a small wad of money, and standing from the table.
They stood in turn. âWhere are you going?â
âI have a lot to think about. Thank you for getting a drink with me.â
âHeyââ
âThereâs enough money there for both of us, plus tip. Take⌠take good care of yourself.â
With that, they were gone, leaving Vigilante sitting alone at the bar with half the mind to go after them.
Before they stood, they noticed a small tape under the wad of cash.
Police Bodycam Footage #2182: Confidential, Original Copy.
â
a/n: the way i could make a whole series out of this⌠theyâre so⌠đ sorry for the cliffhanger! hope you enjoyed! @soggiestofsocks i went a different direction but thanks for listening to me panic
Hi! I was wondering if you could write about a villain visiting a comatose hero? It could be hurt/comfort or just pure angst if you want
i dig this concept! i hope you like the direction i went with it, massive thanks to @soggiestofsocks for inspo.
TW: graphic descriptions of injury, combat, medical terminology, HEAVY angst
It was never supposed to go this far. Villain repeated the mantra in frantic whispers over and over, replaying the night in their head.
I shouldâve noticed the missed beat in Heroâs attacks. The stagger in their steps. Some sign, any sign to stop attacking before something like this happened.
Itâd been eight hours, twenty-seven minutes and forty seconds since the collapse. The hospital waiting room was distinctly unpleasant, the lights far too bright; Villain had only really noticed that on hour seven or so. A child coughed next to them. They withdrew further into themselves, tapping their foot impatiently.
And another thing; someone shouldâve noticed by now. All I needed was a cheap pair of sunglasses and a gruff âweâre familyâ to bypass security. How many times have the two of us made live television, face in full view? How has no one said a word?
A doctor approached down the hallway with a strained expression. Immediately, Villain was up from their seat.
âAre you-â
âAre they alive?â
The doctor startled, clearing his throat and regaining composure. âAt the moment. Weâve done everything we can, but theyâre not over the hill yet.â
Villainâs chest tightened, guilt pooling in their stomach. âIt was⌠that bad?â
A heavy sigh, weighted with sympathy. âThere was massive internal bleeding. To be frank, itâs a wonder their organs functioned long as they did; with the injures they sustained, it shouldâve led to collapse hours before the second fight.â
There was a moments pause as the Villain seemed to buffer, processing.
âSecond fight?â They managed to withdraw their eyes from the floor, and the Doctor simply nodded, flipping through the files on their clipboard.
âIncident reports from civilians indicate only a single hit happened in this battle, and it was to the face. The black eye corroborates that. It doesnât explain the shattered ankle or multiple broken ribs, much less the gaping wound on their back. The bleeding has also progressed far too quickly to have occurred just before medics arrived.â
Villain staggered a bit on their feet as emotions hit them like a train. Relief, coupled by grief and an overwhelming, all-consuming rage.
Who. Fucking. Dared.
Fuming, they clenched their fists to hold back the fury that threatened to unleash itself on innocent people. Before they could storm out of the hospital to crush every would-be-threat in the damn city themselves, the doctor once again snapped them from their thoughts.
âTheyâre comatose right now, but if youâd like to see them, now might be a good time toâŚâ The words trailed off, but the meaning remained. This might be goodbye.
âTake me to them.â
â
Hero looked like hell.
Villain stood at their bedside for a solid minute assessing the damage. Bandages wrapped around their stomach were stained crimson, their breathing labored at best.
âHey, hero.â
They took a chair conveniently placed just to the side of their unconscious adversary. Words felt hollow. The room almost echoed, despite its size.
âIâm sorry.â
They didnât shift. Villain fidgeted with their hands.
âI shouldâve recognized⌠sooner. I saw you limping, and I didnât⌠Iâm sorry.â A shaky exhale.âWhoever fucking did this to you, Iâm going to kill them.â Their voice lowered, as if testing. âYou hear me? Iâll kill them. You hate it when I kill people, so you better wake up and tell me not to.â Nothing. âWake up, Hero.â A pleading, whispered request. âPlease.â
The beeping of the heartrate monitor steadily reverberated through the air as no other noise remained.
Villain stood, closing the distance between themselves and their counterpart. With a shaking hand, they reached forward and trailed their fingers over the Heroâs face in a featherlight motion, as if dedicating it to memory.
An uncomfortable lump formed in the Villainsâ throat.
âI donât know how to live without you.â
The whispered confession hangs in the air before itâs gone.
The heart-rate monitor almost drowns out silent sobs from Heroâs bedside. Almost.
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