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There is beauty 

in the silence, in the stillness, in the gone-ness.

In the dripping water casting ripples in puddle—

who is left to see it?

In the soundless streets—

who is left to hear it?

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There is beauty

in the empty, in the quiet, in the ghosts.

In the burning lights, haloes silver and rose—

who is left to see?

In the winding roads, snow pristine and clear—

who is left?

-

There is beauty 

in the dark, in the soft, in the peace. 

Silence is a commodity rarely found and never sought, 

An extinct creature killed by advancing times. 

There is beauty in its return; 

There is beauty in its resurrection.

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(who is left to hear?)

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—beauty in a time of mourning (y.c.)

Part 5

      Waluigi, Akiho, and Maquyo stared at Luigi as his face was full of frustration. We looked at each other. "WELL, THAT'S THE ROUND, AND NOW FOR THE JUDGEMENT!" Akiho yelled in excitement. Luigi stared at his plates. Hopefully, she doesn't think of these as the same dish... The men took a clique and set them on their favorite critic's table. "And now for the purple opponent." "Can you join me in tasting these, please?" Akiho smiled, "It's my event, of course." Waluigi, with pride, charmed, "This plate will change your taste of food forever. This plate will fill you enough with one bite to not eat this idiot's garbage." Luigi looked away, annoyed. Waluigi lifts up his clique. The girls, intrigued, looked at the dish before their interest disappeared. "It's just a taco.." Maquyo squints at the singular food, "Did you legitimately steal that from taco bell?" Waluigi sweats, "Nah, the wrapper is patterned like that because of my signature color." "Signature color?" Maquyo looked up unamused. "Yah know what. Fuck it. Let's try this," Akiho rushed. Maquyo cut a slice as Akiho got her half. They crunched on the Mexican dish with napkins wrapped and were awed in flavor. "This is really good." Luigi widens his eyes with worry as his anxiety starts to crawl in. Thought that maybe he should've stayed with Daisy. Perhaps he will end up alone again for good. "This tastes straight up like taco bell; I'm not surprised."

    Waluigi, shocked, looked away arrogantly from the judge as she looked away slightly.

      Luigi looked back up to find Maquyo unpleased with her food. "It needs to be rare... Something that makes it its own instinct of flavor." The one that was left was shaking the covered plate. He slowly walked to the table to delicately place it. Maquyo smiled assuredly, "I bet your dish will be ravishing and delicious since you’re an amazing cook." She gives a little wink at Luigi, leaving him blushing. He took a deep breath and reached over to grab the clique. The clique rattles as the sweaty man expose three beautiful spaghetti plates close to each other. "Wow! What was he so nervous about!?" The Bolt sisters explained. “~And they’re all different as weeell. My dog, you’ve outdone yourself”, Akiho smiles with a fork prepared, waiting to savor his food. The siblings gagged at the plate in front of them.On the other hand, Mario was upset as Wario was snickering at him in the background. The smell of a well home-cooked plate straight from Italy reached their noses. “*sniffs*It smells SO GOOD!” they synced. “Okay then, how about you tell us which plate is which?” “U-ugh um, I tell you f-first what t-they are and t-then you girls can p-pick one to taste o-o-or something. I don’t know.” Maquyo noticed Luigi’s anxiety but sat silent. Leaving a drop of sweat, Luigi runs his face, “... so yeah.” “ooh! What’s this one?” Akiho pointed to the white spaghetti with her fork. 

      “Oh, that’s a Carbonara spaghetti-” “I take dibs!” Akiho giggled mischievously as her older sister gave her a disbelieving look. “Aw, no fair.” “Too bad BITCH!” Seeing their excitement vibing to his presence, Luigi relaxed and walked up, “Maquyo, if you want to, try this one. It’s a Bucatini all’Amatriciana.” He indicates the one between the Carbonara and the classic spaghetti above. “It’s the same as a normal one, but it’s chopped pork cheeks instead of meatballs. I made it for your interest,” He scratches his head smiling. “Then I’m more willing to try it since I have a favoritism of pork.” The women took a fork of food and embraced their taste buds. The two distinctly entered into a shocked anime look with such intense graphic effect with one chew. “HOLY SHIIIIIII-!!!!” Eyes sparkled as they were no longer at the celebration; an old-fashioned Italian restaurant appeared before them as they sat on a round wooden table with one candle. They looked up to see Luigi but dressed as an Italian chef. His hand was held on the dish as he gestured a gentle smile that suited him well. Maquyo’s eyes leaked a tear as the imagery faded away to where she really was. The smiling chef Italian also went away, showing another with an overgrown, concerned face. The real Luigi had the same gesture but was about to take the plate away. “What the fuck? I didn’t know I cooked that well..” He whispered.

Maquyo grabbed it and looked at Luigi as if saying not to take away her treasure. Akiho bowed in respect and placed the utensil down, "I think my sister doesn't need to judge for this mini-contest." She slowly walks, "It's....... so different. Such a level gap. Waluigi. How did you learn to cook?" "With my mama. She would teach me the recipe, and I would practice until perfection." He threw a pose while a stage light shined over him. Luigi sluggishly rolled his eyes once more with irritation his foe was giving him. "And you, Luigi?" "My papa showed me, but either way, I did whatever shit I wanted into the mix." Maquyo immediately burst out a giggle while shifting her body away to hide her laughter with a cyan fan. Akiho happily sighed, "Well, shit, man. It's obvious you would do that, you stubborn man."

Agh I'm stopping for this post. I feel like it's getting to long. 6th one is coming.

i had an idea i would love to see from your perspective (you're so good at andreil oh my god) if you wanted to write some stuff about it? i always wondered how andrew reacted when he first found neil missing after the binghampton game (starts pg 235 in the king's men). thoughts? (-- the ttyl blog <3)

omg i literally finished re-reading that scene before seeing your ask skjflsj ~ i hope you like this ! (i'm just realizing that i barely followed ur request and just rambled a lot but that's FINE 😬)

read it on ao3 here :)

«««———»»»

Andrew walked in line to the bus with the rest of the Foxes, mind going a million miles an hour behind his impassive expression. 

"Thank you," Neil had said, eyes truer than Andrew had ever seen them. "You were amazing."

Andrew wasn't such a fool for Neil Josten that he couldn't figure out there was something more happening under the surface, something bigger than just an Exy shutout, that he wasn't telling anyone. Something forcing truth out of him.

Neil looked scared.

Apparently, no one else received the memo, because behind him, Matt Boyd kept kicking at Andrew's heels and Andrew could nearly see the nosy smile on Reynold's face. Boyd's voice was drowned out by the cacophony of both jeers and shouts of approval coming from all around them, but he had no doubts that Boyd was fishing for information surrounding his and Neil's "not this" to settle a bet of some sort.

Andrew didn't really care. He was more focused on leaving Binghamton, getting some answers out of Neil, and then kissing him senseless.

Of course, Andrew had no plans to tell Neil of that last item on the list, but he was sure he (and everyone else, apparently) knew anyway.

Maybe not Nicky, though. For all his cousin boasted about having an "incredible gaydar," he tended to be a bit clueless about Andrew.

Andrew's eyes were unfocused, gazing at the bounce of Neil's red curls while his thoughts wandered around nothing at all.

Nothing? his mind mused unhelpfully. Or Neil? Or is that one in the same now?

Shut up, he huffed internally. I hate him.

Lost in his head, it was only until he heard a pained curse from Aaron that he jerked straight and saw the world burning around him.

«««———»»»

Andrew's vision went red. 

He nearly would have broken out of line and straight into the tidal wave of rioters had he not noticed the police trying to push back the crowd. He had never trusted the pigs, but Andrew supposed he could let them handle the mess until he'd gotten a chance to check on Aaron at the bus.

He had nearly fooled himself with that thought when an ice cooler sailed through the air and missed Danielle's face by an inch. An enraged shout came from Andrew's right, and he could feel the familiar heat of adrenaline in his stomach that always came when he and Renee sparred.

There was going to be a fight.

No sooner than he had that thought, the crowd around him exploded into madness, nearly running the Foxes over. Andrew may have been ready to throw some punches, but he was not at all prepared for the onslaught of unfamiliar bodies piling on him. Moving around him. Touching him. 

Andrew couldn't breathe.

He lost sight of Neil's head in the mess, hoping one of the security guards would bring Neil to safety while Andrew tried to ground himself. What had Bee taught him? 

What is your name? Andrew Minyard.

How old are you? 20 years old.

What is upsetting you? Hands. Everywhere.

Can you do something about it? Yes. I can move now.

He felt the glancing blow of someone's elbow on his face, nearly hitting his eye. It was sure to bruise later, but for now, the sharp pain mixed with Bee's words were enough to shake Andrew out of his stupor.

He ducked to the left, neatly missing a thrown shoe and was grateful to his limited stature for once. He kept an eye out for a flash of red, the glint of blue eyes, but seeing that Neil was nearly as short as Andrew himself, the effort was futile.

He'll be fine, Andrew thought. Find Nicky, Aaron, and Kevin, and get to the bus.

To his surprise (or maybe not), Andrew found Reynolds trading fierce blows with someone twice her size, Renee at her back. He caught Renee's glance and she gave him a firm nod of reassurance.

He nodded back, already swiveling to find the rest of his group. 

After a few minutes, he spotted Nicky and Kevin huddled together, slowly moving to the edge of the crowd. He caught up and grabbed Nicky's wrist, who jerked away and reared his hand back for a punch before realizing it was Andrew.

Despite it all, Andrew felt a thrum of satisfaction. A few years ago, Nicky had let people beat him down over and over again. At least now he was learning to fight back.

"Oh thank god," Nicky cried, catching Kevin's attention, before his eyes widened. He reached out, remembering himself at the last second. "Andrew... your face, what happened?"

Andrew shrugged. He'd been through worse. 

Nicky looked like he wanted to say something, but Kevin cursed loudly and began pushing out of the sea of bodies with renowned vigor.

"It's getting more violent and more people are joining," Kevin said, voice strained. "We need to get out and regroup at the bus."

"Aaron?" Andrew asked. Nicky glanced around a few moments before pointing to his right.

"There!" he exclaimed, and motioned to Kevin to go in that direction. Kevin nodded and they made their way over to Aaron, who was ducking under beer bottles and was nearly smacked in the face by a PSU banner.

"Aaron!" Kevin called, and Aaron's shoulders dropped with relief as he swerved a growing fight and made his way over to them.

Andrew scanned his brother quickly and, after seeing no visible injuries, motioned to start back towards the parking lot. They made their way over to the bus and found Boyd and Danielle standing, the former looking like he'd just lost a fight with a mountain lion.

Danielle was gripping his arm as Abby tended to his wounds, but Andrew heard her say he might need to go to the hospital for the more serious injuries. Boyd looked pained at the thought, but when he glanced up and caught Andrew's eye, he smiled and waved them over.

"Andrew, here," Abby said, noticing his injury. He took an ice pack from her and glanced around.

"Where's Neil?" he asked, choosing to ignore the suggestive look between Boyd and Danielle. Abby shrugged and opened her mouth before her eyes caught on something behind Andrew and she waved.

Andrew turned around to find Renee and Reynolds walking proudly towards them. Reynolds had a mosaic of bruises all over her, and Renee was holding her wrist precariously.

Abby sighed and began treating them as Wymack rounded the front of the bus and finally found his team.

Not the whole team, a ringing voice said in Andrew's head. Neil isn't here yet.

Which was odd, no? He had a security guard in front of him, surely he would have made it here first? Perhaps Wymack had seen him and taken him somewhere. Maybe he was already safe in the bus and Abby hadn’t noticed him.

Andrew pushed past Danielle and boarded the bus, walking the length of it but not finding a loudmouthed striker in its shadows. His stomach became knotted with a curious feeling he slowly identified as dread.

Andrew was at the door of the bus again. He looked at Wymack.

"Where. Is. Neil." he demanded. He saw Wymack's confused expression and before he even said anything, Andrew felt his heart stop.

"I don't know. I thought he was with you."

Reynold's knowing smirk gave way to uncertainty as the rest of the Foxes quieted. There was silence for a moment. Two.

Then Andrew threw his ice pack on the floor and raced back into the heart of the riot.

«««———»»»

He ignored the shouts coming from behind him, his mind an endless loop of Neil, Neil, Neil, is he safe, has he been hurt, he was supposed to be nothing, NEIL

After a few minutes of searching and more than a few near punches, the police finally regained some control over the situation and Andrew was able to scour the grounds for any hint of where Neil might be.

He saw the racquet first. The duffle bag was a few meters away from it.

Numbly, Andrew picked up both items, grabbing Neil's phone as it fell from the netted side pocket.

0, it said. 

Andrew felt a piercing emptiness when he saw Neil's things without their rightful owner beside them.

He slowly walked back to the Foxes' bus, head pounding but unable to really register the dwindling fight behind him. And when the Foxes finally came in view, he saw the confusion on their faces when they saw no Neil walking with him.

Andrew mentally ran through everything that he knew. Neil was scared. He was running from someone, someone Kevin knew about? A zero on his phone from an unnamed number — a countdown, perhaps. He would never leave his things unattended, so maybe he wanted to tell Andrew he had been taken unwillingly, knowing that Andrew would never leave without him.

There was something he was missing, some vital piece of information that Neil hadn't told him that was causing this mess.

The guilty look on Kevin's face told Andrew everything he needed to know. He knew something.

He dumped Neil's things on the ground by Wymack's feet, mentally assessing himself. His cheek throbbed, each breath he took was sticky with sweat, his heart was pounding.

Neil was gone.

Andrew felt such a blind hot rage at that, the likes of which he hadn't felt in so long, the type where he felt like laughing at how cruel the world could be.

And before he could tell his body to stop, Andrew's hands were around Kevin's throat.

«««———»»»

"Shit Andrew! You're hurting— " "Andrew, stop— " "Get off of— "

«««———»»»

Andrew couldn't remember what happened after that, not immediately at least. It was a bit disorienting, going from a perfect recollection to being so overrun by anger that his mind went blank. Was this how everyone else felt all the time? He felt like someone just took out a Jenga piece from his mind, like it was close to collapsing.

Distantly, he recalled being yanked off of Kevin as he gasped some explanation about a mob boss, Kengo's right hand man, Nathaniel Wesninski. But none of it mattered. Andrew had broken his promise. He had hurt the person he had vowed to protect, just like so many had done to him.

And he still didn't have Neil.

«««———»»»

Neil used to make the emptiness a bit fuller, a bit easier to manage, Andrew thought. It felt so impossible to navigate himself now without Neil by Andrew's side.

«««———»»»

There was a hospital. A hotel. There were FBI agents. The news turned on. Off. On. There was another hotel. Handcuffs. Taken away.

«««———»»»

There was Nathaniel Neil. Standing in front of him. Blue eyes, wild hair, bandages unable to hide how irresistible he was, unable to stop the jolt in Andrew's heart.

There was Neil. And everything felt right again.

Maybe someone noticed that I deleted the publication of my main story.

I changed a lot of things like design and lore/backstory so I decided to delete everything and republish in another way, like mini conversations or something alike.

Stay tuned!

hot vs cold

Hero groaned, pulling on that black tie with curled, tense fingers. They've never been a big fan of formal wear, but this particular assignment had called for such a situation. They looked up at the gloomy sky, mind wandering about to how many side jobs heroes actually had to do. People would think being a hero would consist of mostly fighting off villains- and that's true, but villain was the least of their problems right then; in fact, it had almost been a week since they had a face off with villain. When they weren't paying attention, their thoughts would sometimes betray them, making hero think that they almost missed villain. Almost.

Sweat pooled on their brow as they waited under the hot sun, dearly missing the comfort and familiarity of their hero costume. This particular job requirement was that they act as a bodyguard and protect a high profile individual while they attend some sort of a party that hero couldn't be less concerned about. They preferred being the hero and not a bodyguard for someone who they didn't even know.

Just then, a black limousine rolled out and stopped right in front of the hotel they were staying in; a huge man with sunshades got out from the back, waved their hands at hero, signaling them to get in. That must be my ride.

They got into the car without any fight, and took one look at the rear most seat to check if this was in fact their employer or just a fancy way of kidnapping.

"No staring."

"Wha-

Hero didn't have a chance to speak out before they were crushed by the huge man sitting to their left. They couldn't believe it, why did they have to be squished, with no concept of personal space in a limousine?! This was just absurd.

Hero felt another lithe body press to them on their right, that person in turn being squished by another big man to their left. Hero groaned internally, they were just really bad with close contact with people in general, they could never understand why, but it just felt foreign to them. It's like they never knew how to act, and their mind would settle on the default "freak out" option.

Hero was dragged out of their head when they felt themselves being pushed further to the lithe person on their right, because the big guy decided to squirm in his seat. The sweat pooling on their brow slowly slid down their cheekbone, and hero was feeling hot... everywhere. There were too many sensations ramming into them all at once- their tight suit, which felt like it was glued to their body now thanks to their nerves; being pressed to another person; feeling their body heat. Hero had always had a high body temperature so all of this contact was making their head spin.

They just sat there silently, wishing for this agony to just end.

-

Villain was in high spirits, this was a job that paid well, so they enthusiastically got dressed up in a suit that was the dress code for a bodyguard and got into the assigned limousine. They had a mask plus voice changer on for good measure, and nobody questioned that which was good. They were thinking how ironic it was that they accepted this job request, because this was what the heroes did- protecting people, not villains.

So it was an understatement to say that their jaw almost dropped to the floor when they saw hero getting into that same limousine. Villain found themselves gaping at them, their mind betraying them and caring for their nemesis who they met almost every day, in a fight of course.

I can't believe that hero is actually here, so now we have to work together? Do they even know that I'm villain? And they're not even wearing a mask to hide their identity, how irresponsible. Oh, they look good in a suit-

Villain had to stop their mind right there, willing themselves to focus on anything else other than the hero sitting next to them. But these two gorillas on either side of them made that almost impossible as they kept pushing each other closer in this seat that was too small for all of them.

Villain couldn't help but glance over at hero every few minutes, they were being too quiet. The hero they knew was noisy, always running into a fight before thinking, a person that kept jumping around all the time. So seeing them this calm was just... weird.

By now villain was pretty sure that hero didn't recognise them, so they were mentally prepping themselves to talk to them when the gorilla to hero’s left pushed them further into their body. Villain immediately froze. Too close. Hero might as well be practically sitting on them now, villain could feel everything- their breathing, heartbeat, and their body heat, they were practically burning... wait, burning?!

Villain whipped their head towards hero and took in their slumped figure. Their head was downcast so they couldn't really see their face. Hero was practically leaning on them, making no effort to even hold themselves upright and villain was a little worried... okay, a lot more worried than they let on. Hero’s breathing was ragged and villain felt like they had to do something, anything. But hero beat them to it.

"H-hot". Hero breathed out, weakly, pathetically.

Their voice was so low, villain almost didn't hear them.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

Hero propped their head up on their shoulder, lips parted as they gasped in some air, bangs stuck to their sweaty forehead and villain shamelessly drank in those visuals, despite their thoughts clashing with one another. Hero’s eyes were shut tight, while villain’s eyes were wide open, staring at them.

"S' so hot, I can't-" they croaked.

That's when villain painfully realised that hero was having some sort of a panic attack and they needed space. Villain haphazardly pushed at the big man to hero’s left, glaring at him so that he doesn't attempt to move any closer. Then they draped a protective arm around hero, activating their powers and felt weirdly proud when hero almost moaned out at the cold sensation.

Villain brought up their other hand to hero’s face comfortably nestled on their shoulder and gently touched their forehead, cheek and neck.

Hero blinked up at them in slight surprise, eyes opening and then closing as they went limp in their arms, all of their tense muscles relaxing and villain just felt so powerful.

Hero finally looked up at them after regaining a bit of their energy, their face a palette of red, when the car screeched to a stop.

The two of them were ushered out of the car and hero wobbled after the 'mysterious masked person who had saved them' . They were pulled upright by the same person when their balance toppled and they almost ended up kissing the floor, with a "be more careful" from them. Hero felt their face heating up, just how many times did they have to be helped today? A behavior totally unbefitting of a hero.

"Um!" Hero called out and the 'masked person' stopped to turn around and look at them.

Hero was already bowing, words sounding like apologies and gratitude steadily spilling out of their lips in a messed up heap, as they bombarded villain’s ears. Villain wanted to understand, they really did, but all they could pick up were hurried sorries, shy thank you's and the word stranger that kept popping up here and there and how hero was so embarrassed by their own behaviour.

Villain simply scoffed, they had seen far more embarrassing sides of the hero and secretly enjoyed them, their nose scrunching up every time hero called them a stranger and villain couldn't stand it anymore.

As fun as this was, it was time to reveal their masked identity-

"But I'm no stranger to you darling." Villain mocked and the 'goldfish expression' on hero’s face was oh so worth it.

Villain turned around with a smug smile as hero caught up with all of that information and was by their side in a second, screeching into their ears.

"Villain?!"

"Yes, that's me."

Hero groaned, Villain's voice dripped with so much amusement that made hero’s heart flare with embarrassment at that moment.

"I'll punch you after this job." Hero hissed.

Villain smiled, "Is that how you thank people? But lucky for you, I'll accept it and punch you back."

Hero rolled their eyes. "Just shut up. Please."

Villain chuckled and hero couldn't get that voice out of their head. While they were distracted, villain took the opportunity to close in next to their ear and spoke in a sinful tone which should be illegal-

"I-im hot~"

Hero simply tripped on air, falling face first to the ground this time. There was no getting that voice out of their head now. They looked up and glared at villain, who made a funny face and walked away.

Hero hid their face in their hands. "Shit. That's unfair, you shitty villain."

Hero felt another large hand tapping their shoulder and looked up to see one of the gorilla men looking down at them, sympathy written all over his face. Hero took the man's outstretched hand and let themselves be pulled up.

"That was cute, didn't know you both knew each other. But my partner and I," he pointed to the other huge man standing next to the limo and grinning at them, "are totally on your side. That was one underhanded move."

Oh, if hero wasn't embarrassed enough a few seconds ago, they definitely were now.

"Wait, what, how did you-

"I have superhearing." , the man simply said as hero gawked at him, and then started wishing for the ground to swallow them up whole.

BONUS: Every time hero overheated during a fight and felt faint, villain would use their powers to cool them down, and hero would lean into that touch like they could never get enough of it. It attacked villain’s heart every time.

So yeah, my brain decided to give you hero x villain squished together in a limo instead of a bed? New trope? xD

Thank you so much for 260 followers, you all are so precious 🥺❤

A silly dream

"Soooo~" , the villain drawled on for longer than necessary, "what does love mean to you?"

The hero groaned, hands on their head, hiding their face away in their palms. They really didn't want to engage in a conversation that was of no use to the critical mission which they were about to take on. (Yes, they had formed a truce with the villain, for the time being.)

But apparently the villlain was eager to continue the conversion, nudging the hero gently with their elbow a few times to make them look up at them with fake annoyance. The hero didn't want to admit it, but they really wanted to talk to the villain like this more, talk about silly things, like they didn't have to wake up the next morning and undertake a mission which they didn't know if they would come back alive from or not.

They sighed, " I don't really know, haven't thought of it much."

It's a lie, forgive me.

The villain accepted the answer, it wasn't really that weird considering both professions really didn't give them the time to think about things like love (which was just a silly dream, according to the villain.)

But as silly as it may be, the villain wanted to pursue more of it (and for once in their life, they had no regrets) with the hero.

The mission was over shortly, taken care of swiftly by the combined team work of the hero-villain combi.

"See you tomorrow?", the villain asked, eyes sprakling, as if they were two friends making a promise to meet after school.

The hero could only smile and prayed that the villain didn't notice it was fake, "Sure."

The villain turned around and walked away brisky and the hero just stood there, staring at their retreating back until they couldn't see them anymore.

You look so happy and that's why I can't tell you, that for me, love simply means one word-

You.

I tried angst this time/heroes are so bad at asking for help/I can relate though/poor villain doesn't know about the impending heartbreak/I feel bad for them.

Needy (Part 2)

When the Hero regained consciousness, they were very surprised for a couple of reasons. One- they weren't supposed to open their eyes again, they were supposed to be dead, and the cause of death would be 'choked by the Villain's sturdy hands'; two- their treacherous heart just wouldn't shut up, way too excited at the possibility that maybe, just maybe, this villain wasn't really as bad as they portrayed themselves to be (and would somehow magically turn into one of the villain personalities whom the Hero swooned over almost everyday on their smartphone) and three- they were currently tied up in some abandoned warehouse and the rough ropes were hurting their wrist.

It seemed like they had made enough noise waking up, because a shadow was walking towards them from the corner of the building. The Hero gulped- this is bad, I really can't protect myself right now because my hands are literally tied. The Hero's anxiety was at alarmingly high levels as they tried to internally calm themselves down (which didn't work). The shadow went over and flicked on the light switch, momentarily blinding the Hero.

Like a puppet cut off from its strings, the Hero slumped down in utter relief, voice a breathy sigh as they spoke, "It's only you huh, thank goodness, I was afraid it might be someone else who wanted to hurt me." They saw the Villain looking at them like they were a creature from another planet, standing comfortably by the wall.

The Villain sure as hell had good reason for their facial expressions and actions, their mind currently running a marathon- why did the Hero look so relieved after seeing that it was me, when they were clearly terrified just a moment ago? I mean, I'm the Villain... how can they be so sure that I wouldn't harm them? Their mind immediately pulled up the mental image of how all the tension in the Hero's shoulder just left once they knew that it was them standing in the corner, and how relieved their voice sounded. It was seriously very disturbing and the Villain couldn't understand why.

The Villain walked closer to the Hero who was currently struggling to get out of those ropes, "How did you know that I wouldn't hurt you? ", the Villain questioned, voice dark, " don't give me this bullshit of 'I trusted you' -

"But I did, and I do." The Hero had stopped wiggling in their chair and focused all of their attention on the Villain who looked like he was kicked in the gut. "Huh?", was all the distressed villain could manage, eyes fixed on the enigmatic Hero. The Hero simply chuckled- a soft sound that did weird things to the Villain's chest, " I mean no offense Villain, but you could have seriously killed me, with your fingers around my neck and all-"

The Hero didn't even see the Villain move, and before they knew it, their mouth was clamped shut by the Villain's hand, amber eyes looking into theirs desperately, "Just don't talk." , the villain said curtly- because it's driving me mad, you're driving me mad.

"O-okay?" The Hero said unsure of themselves, focusing their attention back into getting themselves out of those ropes. The Villain was just going to go and mull in the corner, and have an inner monologue with themselves before a loud groan- which soon turned into a pained whine, came from the direction of the Hero. They Villain whisked their head back so quickly, and surprised themselves because of how much they cared. They sprang over to where they tied the Hero, eyes meticulously going over the binds- I know I didn't tie it that tightly...

"What's wrong?" , the Villain asked, letting just a little emotion seep into their voice. The Hero looked up at them and it was only then that the Villain noticed how tired they were- those eyes that had always shined like a starry sky were now a dull blue, dark circles lining those eyes like they were a permanent inhabitant of their handsome/beautiful face. Though according to the Villain, they had no place there.

"Is there something on my face?" ,the Hero asked, twisting and turning a little. Bad move, they thought, as a loud gasp tore out of their throat and they doubled over in pain. The Villain was there in a jiffy, holding them up gently. They even let them lean on their body for support and the Hero couldn't help but smile despite the pain.

"What's wrong?!" The Villain asked once again, eyes searching every visible nook and corner of the Hero's body for any sign of injuries.

"I-It hurts.", they gasped, leaning in closer to the Villain.

The Villain got rid of the restraints themselves, carried the Hero bridal style and placed them on the floor to get a better look at them, all the while the Villain's mind was at crossroads- why am I doing this? vs I don't want to see them hurt playing on a loop inside their head. With every jostle the Hero flinched and the Villain's chest clenched with guilt?- something that they hadn't allowed themselves to feel in ages.

"Where does it hurt?" The Villain's voice came out gentle, and they surprised themselves once again.

They looked down to see the Hero grinning at them, eyss once again becoming a starry sky. Despite going through every possibility in their head as to how the Hero would react when they woke up again, grinning and soft eyes was definitely not on the Villain's list of possibilities- It made them weak.

"Here and here." The Hero pointed with their index finger to the general area around their ribs and below. No external injury could be seen, which meant that it was damaged internally- that's bad. The Villain went through the first aid procedures in their head.

The Hero smiled at them, "You don't have to look so worried Villain, I'll be fine. You've done enough, so I'll just go and get myself admitted at a hospital. " The Hero attempted to stand up, only to curl in on themselves again.

The Villain was angry, because it seemed like this stupid Hero was only desperate to hurt themselves more. And it made them even more furious to admit that they let something like "the Hero's wellbeing" get to them.

"Just sit here and don't move, I'm going to get the first aid supplies." The Villain made sure to glare extra hard at the greenie Hero so that they wouldn't get any other foolish ideas. They watched the Hero nod happily, as they made their way over to the other side of the room, looking for said supplies.

"So this is really where you live huh- and they went into a furious coughing fit. The Villain rushed back, cursing the Hero in their mind for not even giving them a few moments of peace, hand rubbing soothing circles onto their back. In the back of their mind though, the Villain was relieved at the fact that the Hero at least had a brain in there. They watched as the Hero gasped and spluttered, struggling to breathe. They definitely broke a few ribs during the fight, the Villain's mind fed worryingly from the Hero's reaction. Their hands instantly started working on the first aid measures, patching the Hero up the best they could.

"Don't talk, don't move, stay still." The Villain's voice may have sounded deep and cold but the Hero could feel the warmth in each of those words. They were slowly starting to feel tired, eyelids closing involuntarily once again.

The Villain stared at their nemesis, a look of fear stretching across their face, "Oi, don't close your eyes! Hero! Listen to me!"

-

The Hero woke up once again, this time to beeping sounds and bleary white walls. A hospital. They only turned their head, suddenly aware of the pain below their chest and their eyes landed on a slumped figure, on a chair by their bedside. Villain... had they admitted them to the hospital? How did I even get here? Don't tell me that they carried me all the way here?!

The Hero's face heated up at the thought, and they wiggled their hands in front of their face, swatting the thought away as if it were a fly. They sighed, feeling much better than they remembered feeling before they blacked out. Their eyes shifted to their phone which gave a soft glow in the dark.

One new message.

Villain: Your phone really doesn't have any useful information at all, you greenie Hero.

The Hero chuckled at the apparent annoyance that the Villain might have felt upon the discovery. It was the truth, they really weren't allowed to know as much as their higher ups did.

Villain: Open your notes.

The Hero became alarmed, their fingers flying to the notes app. The notes was like their personal diary and they never let anyone read through them. They were pissed, eyes glaring at the sleeping villain as they opened the most recently edited note-

The story I read today was so good, I hope I get to meet a villain like that in my life!

Well you met one today, what did you think? Tell me after you wake up- Villain.

And the story was nothing special, I read it. I'm sure we could do so much better than that- Villain.

If the Hero's cheeks weren't flaming then, they sure were now. They weren't even mad anymore, just giddy, smiling like an idiot at the sleeping Villain.

"You were amazing, Villain."

The Hero opened up the Villain's chat-

H: How am I supposed to tell you if you're still asleep dummy. Wake up!!!

H: And next time, don't just snoop around my phone while I'm asleep. Just ask me and I'll give it to you.

okay this ended up being way more cheesy than it was in my head lol/ villain gets influenced by hopeless romantic hero/ it's the beginning of their own fanfic inspired heroxvillain relationship/hero is extremely satisfied-hope you all liked it.

Shattered Pieces

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Genre: Romance. Smut in the future. Angst.

Warnings: Mention of smut. +18. Fighting. Y/N is attacked. 

Summary: Bucky and Y/N were in love back in the 40s but Hydra took Bucky away from Y/N. Y/N tried to find him but HYDRA stopped her and she paid a price. Now all they knew was Bucky was dead, however they were wrong. Can she face the new Bucky, the infamous Winter Soldier?

This story takes place in Captain America The Winter Soldier.This will be a short story. Sorry for any tyops. Likes and comments are welcomed in this house lol, stay safe my dudes!! Text me if I forgot to tag you <333

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Chapter 2

Throughout her day she didn't do much, took out the trash, cooked, read and listened some music from her time. It made her calm to listen to those songs, when it got late she got a call from Steve, ''SHIELD is compromised, Nick got attacked under my roof by an assassin. We are at the hospital right now, I followed the assassin but he got away.'' he explained everything quickly, ''I'm on my way.'' she grabbed her keys and left her house, there it was, the uneasy feeling again. Before she opened her volkswagen beetle's door she looked around. All she could hear was the sound of fireflies, some music coming from far away and she was the shadowy figure behind the tree again. She wasn't imagining this time, the figure was there and looking at her, not moving a muscle. She acted like she didn't see anything and got into her car, her hands were shaking. ''Just drive. Fast!'' Steve greeted her and took her to a room where Natasha and Agent Maria Hill were standing behind a big glass window, watching doctors trying to save Nick Fury. Nat hugged Y/N tightly, ''How is he?'' she asked. ''Bad, really bad.'' 

''Tell me about the shooter.'' Nat said to Steve, Y/N was behind them. ''He is fast and strong, he has a metal arm.'' Steve replied, ''Balistics?'' she asked to Maria, ''3 Slugs, no rifling. Completely untraceable.'' Maria replied, eyes on Nick. ''Soviet made.'' Nat said like she remembered something. Doctors and nurses started to hury inside but Nick Fury died. Y/N started to cry silently, Nat was trying to hold her tears, Y/N left the room and sat in front of a vending machine. Nat and Steve left the room, SHIELD wanted Captain America so he left and Nat sat next to Y/N. ''What are we gonna do?'' Y/N asked, her voice was a whisper, ''I don't know.''Nat went to the vending machine and bought a lot of gum, Y/N didn't understand until a flashdrive fell behind the gums. ''What is it?'' she asked looking at Nat, ''Nick gave it to Steve but why? I guess we'll find out soon.''

Nat was right, soon Steve came back to the hospital, he had a hoodie, he was acting like he didn't want to be recognized. He pushed the girls into a room and pinned Natasha against a wall. ''Where is it?'' he questioned, ''Safe.'' Nat replied, ''It better.'' Steve was angry. ''Where did you get it? I'm sure Fury gave it to you but why?'' Y/N was watching them argue, ''I know who killed Fury.'' Natasha said which made Y/N get close to them. ''Most of the Intelligence Community doesn't believe he exists, the ones that do call him The Winter Soldier. He is credited with over two dozen assassinations over the last 50 years.'' Nat said looking at them, ''So he is a ghost story?'' Y/N asked. ''5 years ago I was escorting a nuclear engineer, we lost control and went straight over a cliff. I pulled us out, but the Winter Soldier was there, I was covering my engineer so he shot him straight through me. Soviet slug, no rifling.'' Nat explained and showed her scar on her belly. ''Guys, I don't want to alarm you but last night I thought I saw someone behind the trees watching my house, today as I was getting into my car I saw him again. Could it be the Winter Soldier?'' Y/N told them silently, Steve could see how worried she was, ''Maybe. Let's find out what the ghost wants. Y/N you go back to your house and lock the doors. It would attract attention if 3 of us dissapeared.'' Y/N didn't want to attract attention so she agreed, as she was leaving Steve hold her arm, ''Be safe. I'll call you soon.'' Y/N gave him a small smile and left the hospital.

 After taking down Nick Fury, Bucky's next mission was to send a message to a woman. Alexander Pierce ordered him to watch Y/N Y/L/N for days and see what she was up to. Bucky watched at a distance, she usually hang out at her place and sometimes she went out for shopping, she seemed really into gardening too. Pierce gave him an envelope to give her and he was at her house, sitting in the kitchen. It was strange because her scent was everywhere and it triggered something in him, like he knew this smell from somewhere. He heared her park her car and walk to the porch, she got inside and locked the door. She turned on all the lights and walked to the kitchen and saw a man sitting on a chair. Y/N froze for a second, he had a metal arm just like Steve said, ''The Winter Soldier...'' she whispered. She remembered there was a gun under her sink and she grabbed it, Winter Soldier was quick, he was pointing a gun at her. ''What do you want?!'' Y/N asked, he had a black solider gear, a black metal mask which covered his entire face except his piercing blue eyes. His hair was long and dark, he showed her the the envolope on the table. She slowly got close and took it, it said nothing on the outside, ''Who sent this?'' she asked. ''Hail Hydra!'' The man replied, Y/N had enough with Hydra and it's bullshit and she snapped, she started to shoot at him and took cover behind the kitchen island. Winter Soldier blocked the bullets with his metal arm, and he started to walk towards her. She was all out, threw the gun to her side and attacked him. Punched him several times but he was protected by the black mask he had on, he grabbed her wrist, turned her around, now her back was pressed to his hard chest. Y/N swang her left leg and hit his head, he backed away, however it's wasn't hard enough to knock him unconscious. He attacked back, she blocked his heavy metal punch which almost landed on her stomach, unfortunately she was out of practice, it had been a while since she had a close combat so the Winter Soldier took advantage of that and grabbed her by the throat. Y/N hooked her legs around his waist and he pushed her on the kitchen island, everything fell to the ground, he wasn't squeezing to kill her but the pressure was too much for her. Winter Soldier remembered his mission, it was only giving the letter and leaving but this one was a fighter. ''Don't kill her.'' Pierce told him specifically. Y/N held his cold silver arm with both hands, she was trying hard to get away, for a second something happened to him. A distant memory came to his mind like a strike of lightning; He was in a bed, covered in sweat and under him there was a beautiful girl, they were moving in a slow rhythm, his hand were on her throat, squeezing carefully and she was enjoying it. Her head went back to the pillow, and Bucky bit her chin, when she looked back at him with Y/E/C eyes he realized the girl had the same face with the one he was fighting right now. 

His grip loosened and Y/N got away coughing hard. ''Who is she?'' 

She paced away from him, he was just standing there, looked like he was in shock. ''Leave my house or I'll kill you!'' Y/N managed to say and sat on a chair close to her. He was still trying to understand but the only thing he knew was that he didn't want to hurt her anymore, so he left silently from the kitchen door. Y/N was shaking, she had to admit she missed the thrill of a fight, she picked up the envelope which was on the floor among discarded breakfast cereal.

             ''Join us when you still can. We know where you live, don't try to hide because we'll find you. Join the wining side. Hail Hydra!''

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