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Hero sat on the side of the building, their feet dangling off the edge. They liked the feeling of it, liked playing with their own mortality. Maybe that was why they were so good at their job.

They leaned closer to the edge, peering over at the street. Cars crawled like ants trapped in the mid afternoon traffic.

"If not for your own peace of mind, then for mine, please get away from the edge."

Hero didn't need to look to know Villain. "Surely you should be pushing me off it."

"Hero, stop it."

Hero sighed and got to their feet, turning to face Villain. "Why? Does this make you... uneasy?" They rocked backwards on their heels.

"Hero, stop-"

Hero could tell exactly when Villain had had enough. But that wasn't too hard, because they darted forwards like a lightning bolt and pulled Hero into them with a strong hand around their wrist.

Hero felt like their breath had been stolen in that single touch. "Sorry," they said, soft and breathless.

Villain rolled their eyes. "You better not do that again, you hear me? If you die, I better be the one who kills you."

Hero brushed a stray lock of hair from their cheekbone, and Villain's gaze softened. They pressed their forehead against Hero's. "Promise me, okay?"

Hero rolled their eyes. "Fine. I pinky promise you get to murder me."

"Good." Villain replied, and then they kissed them - so softly Hero felt it might be a dream. They leaned into their touch, as if they could merge and become one if only Hero put enough force into it.

Maybe this was a better thrill than standing on the edge of buildings.

me as a writer: Oh no I can’t write that, somebody else already has

me as a reader: hell yes give me all the fics about this one scenario. The more the merrier

This whole thing cracked me up in the best way

okay first, I'm OBSESSED with your snippets. seriously, I read like most of them in the last three days. you're like, really talented.

second, here me out on this: villain finds out hero's address and decides to pay them a visit to threaten/intimidate/attack them, but they're dressed in their civilian clothes to avoid raising any suspicions. when they get there, they find out that it's hero's birthday and their home's crowded with their friends throwing them a surprise party. the friends assume villain is another friend of hero's, chaos ensues.

ur mind... wow

Villain hated parties. 

They hated large groups of people in general, actually, and especially large groups of people all eating fooding and talking very loudly to each other. 

In other words, this surprise party was basically their own brand of deluxe torture. 

Villain was here to threaten Hero, maybe get some information, maybe kidnap them, who knows. It would be a little harder to do that when Hero had twenty pairs of eyes on them at all times, and Villain was not prepared to take the whole house hostage.

They’d knocked on the door, expecting Hero to answer, not some random person who they’d never seen in their life. She definitely wasn’t Hero, that was for sure, but she could have been their older sister. 

“I thought everyone was here!” she said, but waved Villain in anyway. “Quickly, Hero will be here in a minute.”

Would that they had died before stepping in the door.

Now, ten minutes into a party they needed to escape, and Hero was walking up to them, drink in hand.

“Hi, I’m Hero,” they said, holding out their hand. “I don’t think we’ve met- who did you come with?” 

Oh shit. Villain should have been paying attention to names- but they didn’t exchange any, did they? They didn’t know any of the flannel-covered people… “I’m... Ethan’s... friend,” Villain said uncertainly, hoping to hell that there was an Ethan in the room. That Hero even knew an Ethan. “I’m Villain.”

Hero frowned, glancing around the room. Their expression settled after a moment, and they looked back at Villain with a smile. “It’s great to meet you!”

They moved away, and Villain breathed a sigh of relief. 

Once everyone was busy with their games, Villain decided to sneak upstairs. Maybe they could learn more about Hero. 

The third door they tried looked like Hero’s room- shamefully messy, with sickly green walls that probably hadn’t been painted in years. 

A hand clamped down on their shoulder, spinning them around and slamming them into the wall with a bang. Hero had a hand on Villain’s mouth, the other keeping them pinned to the wall with unnatural strength. 

The sounds from downstairs didn’t stop. 

“Who are you?” Hero demanded, voice low and angry. “Because you’re sure as hell not any friend of Ethan’s.”

So they did know an Ethan. 

Villain glanced down at the hand on their mouth pointedly, and Hero removed it. 

“So you do know an Ethan,” they said. “And you might want to be careful with that super strength or else I’ll figure out exactly who you are and go blabbing to everyone about it.”

Hero’s eyes went wide. “Villain,” they said. “How- how did you find me? Why are you here?” 

Villain rolled their eyes. “I didn’t mean to come on your birthday. Happy birthday, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Hero said without thinking. Then they frowned. “I’m going to turn you in.”

“You can’t. You try to drag me out of this house, and everyone downstairs will know exactly who you are.” Villain grinned. “You think I’m the only bad guy out there?”

Hero scowled, looking away from Villain. “You’re the one pinned to the wall,” Hero said, “I have the-” they caught themself, and Villain could see the grin forming. “The high ground, as it were.”

“Oh my god.” 

“Shut up. I have the upper hand! You should be scared.”

Villain scoffed. “Scared of you? Yeah, no. I have dignity. And,” they added, “I have your name. Which one of us is really in the worse?” 

Hero swallowed. Hard. They stepped back, releasing Villain, jaw clenching and unclenching. “What do you want? Why did you come here?”

They opened their mouth to respond- and stopped. They had come here to threaten Hero. 

“I want you to stop being a vigilante,” Villain said. “Or else I’ll tell everyone.”

“Absolutely not,” Hero said. “No. You can’t stop me.”

“I just told you that I’m threatening you! I’ll tell everyone about you!”

Someone called Hero’s name from downstairs, and they shouted, “Just a minute, start without me!”

They turned back to Villain. “Look. This is a really bad time, is there any way we could postpone this until tonight?”

Villain sighed. As much as they wanted to do what they came to do- threaten Hero, whatever the hell that meant- they also had the information they needed. “Usual place?” they said. “If you don’t show up, I’ll come here.”

Hero glared. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Or your school. During class. I’ll dress up as your mom.”

“So this is what it feels like to want to murder someone.”

“Go back to the party, I think they’re about to sing happy birthday,” Villain said. 

Hero groaned. “Kill me now.”

“Maybe later,” Villain replied, and pushed Hero towards the door lightly. “Have fun!” they said in a sing-song voice, and climbed out of Hero’s window.

That could have gone a lot better.

It also could have gone a lot worse. 

Masterlist

Hey everyone! As of now (20.11.23) it's been a while since I've updated this blog but I still wish to make a masterlist of all of my works so far (have been wanting to for ages now really) for people who may find some of the writing here later on and wish to read it. I'm still active here on tumblr though so feel free to send me asks/messages!

Last updated: 23.12.23

Prompts

prompt #1

prompt #2

prompt #3

prompt #4

casually caring for someone - a prompt list

when two people meet and they belong together on some level - a prompt list

casually caring for someone (2) - a prompt list

Needy

part 1

part 2

A silly dream

3am(s)

Red

Taunts

Stupid but feels so right

Secrets

part 1

part 2

part 3

Falling for stairs

Helpless

Thief

There's love in the shadows

Make you smile

Hot vs Cold

Dancing, nicknames and us

History

Sunflowers, breaking clichés and faraway lovers

Four letters

Anime:

Haikyuu!

91 days

Dancing, nicknames, and us

"Hey, shall I call you starlight now and then?"

Hero asks casually like they're asking their lover what's for dinner, not even batting an eyelash at the cheesiness.

But their lover seems to do enough of that for them, and hero watches as villain’s nose scrunches up adorably at that statement, the moonlight from the tiny window overlooking the busy streets illuminating their face just right.

"Um, I don't know, but that sounds way too cheesy." Villain says politely, not wanting to sound rude or anything.

Hero laughs like they've heard the funniest joke, eyes shut and head bobbing slightly, so they miss the way villain’s entire face lights up at the sound of their laughter, maybe even brighter than the moon for that one moment.

"Hmm yeah, you're right. Part of me thought that as well. " Hero says easily, snaking their arm around villain’s neck to bring them closer. They're dancing to some old record that's always there in villain’s apartment, a familiar tune. Villain doesn't even bother to resist, moving their hand from where it rested on hero’s shoulder around their hip, to pull them closer.

Hero chuckles at that and the words fall out from villain’s lips before they can stop them-

"Do that again."

Hero quirks their head shyly, as if thinking.

"Do what?"

"Laugh."

And hero does just that, not because they're trained to laugh on command or anything, they're no actor- it's just who they are. Hero always had a habit of laughing at almost anything, even if it's not even that funny and it's one of the things villain loves about their lover so much- their laughter.

Hero gasps a little, all that laughing making them tremble in villain's arms. The tempo of their dance is all off but the couple doesn't care one bit as they hold each other in the comfort of the darkness, a pair of matching smiles on their faces- hero’s is bright and shy, and villain’s is raw but sweet all the same, just like their personalities; they're opposites one second and the same person the next. There's no middle ground.

Hero looks up at villain’s face after their little laughing spree with so much love in their eyes, their face and their whole body, the way hero’s fingers gently brush villain’s cheek and they move just a little bit more closer, as if even the tiniest molecule of space somehow doesn't sit well with them and villain swoons with this bubbly and warm feeling in their chest-

"I love you."

They don't know who said it, and that really doesn't matter. All that matters is that they both said it.

Villain wants to run and hide away but they have nowhere to go, their heart pinning them in place. Defeated, they bend down and rest their forehead on hero’s shoulders and they can immediately feel a hand, hero’s hand, caressing their head. Villain just smiles into hero’s sweater.

"Just what are you doing to me?" Villain whines.

"Hmm?" Hero hums, trying to move in circles with villain leaning on them.

"I never knew I could be this cheesy." , Villain lazily mumbles and hero chuckles again.

Villain feels their cheeks heating up at the sound and they can't decide whether to be embarrassed or just drown in it.

"Well if it makes you feel better," Hero begins, "my heart goes crazy when you do cute things too."

Villain peeks up their head a little to catch a glimpse of hero’s face, the soft smile on their lips makes them weak. Hero was just too powerful.

"Let's just... dance." Villain manages with a shuddering breath, afraid that they'll melt into some cheesy goo if they keep this talk up any longer.

"Anything you want baby." Hero says in that cute voice like it's the most natural thing in the world.

Villain groans, smiling and looks like the happiest person on the planet.

Thief

Hero reluctantly blinked their eyes open. Still half asleep, they frowned against what had to be the first light of dawn creeping in through a small gap between the curtains.

Why would they be awake at-

A glimpse at the alarm clock on their bedside table informed them that it was 6:18 am. Still so early.

Way too early to even consider getting up.

They tried and almost succeeded to drift off to sleep again, until the rustling of fabric and a kick to their leg made falling back asleep impossible.

Ugh, waking someone up this early on a Sunday should be against the law…

With a soft groan, Hero threw a look over their shoulder at Villain who kept thrashing around like a little kid on their side of the bed.

By the time Hero had fully turned around to check if their partner was having a nightmare, all the annoyance had melted away already, leaving only concern and worry.

But luckily, it didn’t seem like Villain was having a really bad dream. Their face did show a tiny little frown, yet not a thoroughly troubled expression.

“Hero… hero…”

“Huh?”

Villain’s lips moved, mumbling something incomprehensible under their breath. Hero stared at them, mesmerised. Any prospect of sleep was now gone from Hero’s mind, evaporated at the sight of their partner’s lovely mouth.

Villain shifted, pulling at the blanket.

"They're stealing my fries, dosomethingaboutit"

It took a moment for Hero to process what Villain had just said. When everything clicked in their head, they almost burst out laughing and quickly had to hide their face in their pillow to stifle the sound of their giggling. Hero didn't want to make too much noise and accidently wake Villain up.

Seeing their partner dream about stolen food was somehow so damn adorable, the urge to tease them was nearly irresistible.

"Who's stealing your fries baby? I'll make sure to keep an eye out for them during my patrols."

Of course Villain didn't answer, caught up as they were in that dream of theirs and squirming further underneath the blanket.

A gentle touch from Hero onto their shoulder instantly soothed them and tracing small circles seemed to help Villain sleep more calmly.

Hero smiled at them fondly.

"If you keep thrashing around like that, you'll be exhausted when you wake up, and... we'll never be able to catch that fries thief.", they whispered, voice low and breathy.

That seemed to have satisfied Villain's subconscious, as they slowly moved towards them, curling up against Hero’s chest.

A pleasant warmth spread through their entire body as Hero kissed the top of Villain’s head, inhaled the scent of their partner’s favourite shampoo, and listened to the sound of their breathing.

Hero sighed contentedly.

Their smile at that moment could have rivalled the stars, as they put an arm around their lover and fell peacefully back asleep.

I had the loveliest time collaborating with @kaiwewi to write this and give you guys some fluff for a change xD Their writing style is amazing and it's such an honour <3 Please do check out their page for some great writing you all:)

Thank you so much for the tag @amethystpath-writes ❤❤❤

Gender: she/her

Star sign: Libra

Height: 5' something, I don't check that often because I know I'm not going to grow anymore *cries* anyways-

Time currently: 10:43 am

Birthday: October 5th

Favorite bands/groups: It's really more about the songs for me so I don't think I have all time fav bands because they just keep changing lol. I'll list a few anyways (most of these will be Japanese because I love Japanese songs ^^)- One D, Centimillimental, Blue Encount, Burnout Syndromes, Luck Life, One Ok Rock

Favorite solo artists: Conan Gray, Shawn Mendes, Kenshi Yonezu, Hayashi Yuki, Taichi Mukai , Lewis Capaldi

Last show you binged: I kinda binge every show that I watch haha and the last one was Natsume Yuujinchou

When did you create your blog: Jan 23rd, 2021

Last thing you googled: I think I searched for the number of episodes a particular Thai drama has

Why I chose my url: I'm sure you guys have figured out by now, but I love anything Japanese so really the first requirement I had to meet for myself is that there should be something Japanese in it xD The more specific reason would be that I wanted my username to remind me of my fav anime characters and I noticed that a lot of them have something red in common, so aka actually means "red". It also sounds similar to 'Red Riot'- one of my fav characters from My Hero Academia^^

How many people are you following: 24

How many followers do you have: 62

Average hours of sleep: 7-8 hours

Lucky number: I have no idea actually

Instruments: I don't know how to play anything properly, but I do like the drums. Singing is more of my forte

Favorite food: Dosa

Favorite song: I have to choose one? Lol, okay, let's see... Fuyu no hanashi (I've listened to this on a loop)

Dream trip: Japan, Netherlands, any place that's not heavily populated really.

What I am currently wearing: Plain old pajamas

Dream job: Voice actor, manga editor, I would literally do anything related to making stories or anime, so writing about that is the closest I can get:)

Nationality: Indian

Wow, these questions are really well made to know someone! So let me tag those who haven't already been tagged yet-

@larinzz @myvillainmyhero @thegayhydra @sunflower1000 @why-am-i-on-this-website-anyway @great-day-today

interview tag ! ✨

the rules are to answer questions and tag some blogs you are contractually obligated to know better :)

tagged by @stardustcityhag

gender: she/her

star sign: Taurus

height: 5'3″

time currently: 9:16 PM

birthday: May 17th

favourite band/group(s): Fleetwood Mac, Angus and Julia Stone, Smoke Trees, The Wailin’ Jennys, Tegan and Sara, The Weepies, Heart, The B52s, I could go on and on I’m a total audiophile

favourite solo artist(s): Dolly Parton, Stevie Nicks, City Girl, Renee Fleming, Joyce DiDonato, Susan Graham, Billie Eilish, Ingrid Michaelson, Kacey Musgraves, etc (see above L O L)

last show you binged: Letterkenny! “you’re spare parts, aren’t ya bud?”

when you created your blog: this one I started in last year during quarantine because I had been off Tumblr for quite some time due to life things but now I have aaaaall the time in the world UGH

last thing you googled: cars, I need a new one because I’ve beat my poor old Honda to death 

why i chose my URL: Janeway is BAE, duh

how many people are you following: wouldn’t you like to know ;)

how many followers do you have: don’t know, not that invested in it really, this is all just star trek screaming into the void and I’m happy if literally even one person responds ahahaha

average hours of sleep: at least 7 or 8. this bitch gotta sleep, yo.

lucky number: 4 because it’s such a lovely, even number 

instruments: I play a real mediocre ukulele and I used to be a classically trained singer but if you don’t use it ya lose it apparently

favourite food: sushiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii and also my grandma’s fried catfish and hush puppies

favourite song: at present I can’t get enough of Jenny by Studio Killers, check it out ;)

dream trip: Scotland and Ireland, go see the ancestral homelands

what i am currently wearing: long sleeve t-shirt of my brother’s old college soccer team and some hella expensive (but like. the Most Comfy) yoga pants from Balance Athletica (I will sing their praises til the end of time, y’all go check them out)

dream job: idk man, I keep thinking about going back to school for like. woodworking/carpentry or some shit. I really just wanna make stuff with my hands.

nationality: American

tagging @blackcat2016, @captaincarriekathryncoffee, @setyourphaserstoslutty, @queenology, @mylittleredgirl, and @miralparis but y’all are totally not obligated :*

also anyone else who wants to join!

Hey you all, how are you today? It's just me trying to interact more with people on here because I'm really bad at talking about myself lol T-T.

But please feel free to talk to me, or ask me anything, literally, I'm always happy to interact and make some new friends. Instead of just posting my writing here, I'll definitely make an effort to talk more because that's how you find like minded people right? (I'm pretty sure that's how writing communities and such are born), so yeah, let's talk:)

This has gone on long enough lol/ thank you for reading through my silly attempts at conversation.

Prompt #1

It was the Hero's day off in since forever and he planned to enjoy it in peace- just him and music within the safety of his cozy apartment.

Soon enough, the Hero began humming and dancing, trying out a few shy steps to the song that was blasting through his speaker- Perfect by One D.

With occasional sips from the wine glass he held in his hand, he was twirling around in peace-

"Ooh, those are some nice moves you've got there Hero."

The Hero made an unmanly squeak, his reflexes working faster than his brain could. When he opened his eyes, he saw the Villain standing on his balcony, clothes drenched with his red wine. He didn't look pissed though, an amused smile dancing on his lips.

So much for peace.

The Hero let out an exasperating sigh, "Can't you enter through the front door, like a normal person?"

The Villain quirked his head sideways, as if thinking, "But I'm not a normal person."

The Hero pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling himself becoming sober, " Come on in, I need to drink more."

"Is that your way of asking me to drink with you? Your social skills suck-

The Villain dodged a poorly aimed pillow thrown at him, stepping into the Hero's apartment, smirk never leaving his features.

Tonight was going to be fun.

I really need to learn to write shorter pieces/ been addicted to this trope recently so I may make more of these/ feel free to use them but please tag me so that I can read your wonderful writings!

Nero

Note: For those who haven't seen 91 days- Angelo is his real name and Avilio is the alibi.

A certain man, with his signature smile that reminds Angelo of a child's smile (because they say that a child's smile is one of the purest and untainted things in this world right?) and his brown, neatly shapen beard, with deep voice and handsome laugh keeps Angelo awake at night. He is also Angelo's target to kill, the person who took everything away from him and made him a hollow shell, living solely for the purpose of revenge, the revenge that would be completed once Angelo strikes a dagger, or shoots a bullet into his heart.

But he can't... for some unexplainable reason, Angelo can't bring himself to kill him- to kill Nero.

"Hey Avilio! " Nero would say brightly, handing him a cigarette. "Want to smoke with me?"

(Don't talk to me like you've known me for ages, because you don't.)

"Avilio, hey, careful, CAREFUL!! You're going to crash into that tree-

Nero would scream his lungs out everytime Avilio made him dance with Death -thanks to his rash driving, complaining with a "you know I'm never getting in a car that you drive again!" , with a pouty face and anguished voice but the next day when Avilio would sit in the driver's seat, Nero would just join him in the passenger's seat, with his infamous grin.

(Why did you come? Do you seriously want to die?)

Another time Nero had casually put an arm around Avilio, holding him close like any friend would, though he was the Don and Avilio was just someone who worked for him, "You really do have a sweet bone in there, don't you Avilio?"

And Avilio stared at him like he had gone crazy. "Huh?"

Nero simply chuckled, "The Inspector's family, you got them out of the car before it was blasted to smithereens."

Avilio simply shrugged and pulled himself away from the half hug, body tingling.

(Don't call me sweet. I'm the farthest thing away from that.)

Nero let his guard down around Avilio so many times, too many times for Avilio to keep count.

Nero was drunk off his ass, face flushed, voice slurry as he talked about some age old memory. Avilio pretended to listen, but his hands steadily reached out towards the knife that sat in the center of the beef that they were eating. He planned to stab him with it, even as his hands shook.

But then Nero turned to face him, a lopsided grin on his face, " Aren't you drinking Avilio? You had enough already?"

And Avilio couldn't do anything else, as he excused himself with a , "I'm tired, I've already had too much so I'll be going now." The stolen knife sat in his back pocket.

And Angelo could keep listing such events if you asked him to, they were numerous in number and his brain seemed eager to catalog all of them- for what reason, Angelo didn't understand himself.

But Angelo had a plan, and he would execute that tomorrow.

-

Angelo's pov

I know that this plan won't fail, it's completely foolproof. Today would be the day that I kill him and avenge my family. Today.

I knocked the door and entered after Nero gave me permission.

"Hey Avilio! Slept well?"

(Don't be so happy to look at me. Please don't. )

I try to hide my distress but my dark circles can't hide themselves, " Kind of."

Nero scrunched his nose at that. "Come on, let me pour you a drink." I sat in my usual spot as Nero gracefully slid a glass of Lawless Heaven across the table.

I pick up the glass, muttering a small "Thanks." Nero simply smiles, and sips his own glass.

After taking a few sips, I put the glass down, steeling my nerves.

(I have to do this today, before I become unable to do it anymore. I have to kill you today.)

"Nero, I need you to do something for me."

My voice comes out steady for once, probably because it's the first time in a while that I'm not lying.

Nero looks at me, a curious expression plastered his face.

"What is it?"

Here it goes - "I need you to kiss me."

(I know you'll never do it, so I'm asking you.)

Nero almost chokes on his drink and sets the glass down with trembling fingers. He then stares right at me, eyes wide and if I look hard enough, I can see an underlying layer of utter shock. His face looks so ridiculous, I can't decide if I want to laugh or cry.

That's good. Hate me.

(Because I don't deserve love.)

Look at me with as much disgust and hate as you can.

(At least then I can try to forget your smiling face. Though I don't know if it'll work or not.)

Nero walks towards me, taking cautious steps as if the ground would swallow him whole if he didn't. I close my eyes when I feel him breathing right next to me, mentally prepared for anything- a slap, a punch to my gut, words of contempt, anything that would tear me apart and never put me back together again.

But what I felt was another pair of lips on mine.

(Why?)

How am I supposed to kill you now?

(Tell me.)

This is written for the 91 days anime / but hero and villain fans, you're free to imagine either of them as a hero or a villain because I think their situation perfectly fits the trope / this anime killed me and this is me trying to get over it by writing about it / idk if it will work though /oh if anyone wants to see this dynamic played out as a hero and villain, let me know.