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I planned to work on a particularly cozy scene today, and lo and behold, it began to gently rain shortly after I woke up this morning. Clearly, it is the Lord's will that this book get written. 😤
#niki rambles#writing#draft snippets#original story#cozy#i probably could've written it cozy even without the rain#i do love coziness#but it was so much easier when i was actually feeling the vibe irl
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why are you and your drawings so cool 😭🙏
afdsasdfasg thank you !! irl ppl would laugh at me being called cool lol - Have a ghoap as thanks <33
#ask#chloe-is-slightly-epic#ghostsoap#doodle#i'm trying to get better at letting myself be a bit more open online#a bit more uncool if you will#im an anxious perfectionist so a lot of art and posts end up in drafts forever#like this sketch i drew..... 4 months ago#hope you all wont mind if I start posting a bit more#unfinished work like sketches or fic snippets#Im constantly making stuff and writing but I just dont post#womp womp anxiety#so yeah decidedly uncool but im happy you like my art :')#btw if youve ever sent an ask or asked a question that i've never answered... yeah its probably in my drafts because i got stuck on somethi#and then forgor#and now its been so long that it feels weird to reply#sorry!! I super appreciate everyone who take the time to write
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You were created by humans to protect. They died, so you continued to protect—protect everything they hold dear. You rest in the corners of hell that make mockeries of their holy places and tell yourself that you, you are the last bastion of everything they held dear. You are more than a machine, you fight like man—with honor—as you still bow before the thing that claims to be you. It fights like a dog, and you flee. You can't bring yourself to go back and see what has become of the temple.
You have a new purpose now. If it seeks to destroy, you will give it destruction. You use everything that humanity taught you to create, study the curvatures of their statues to weld together a new arm out of the remains of a sentry you mangled (what a worthless, worthless warmachine—knowing nothing but itself) resembling their own. You settle, once again, in a faux temple—this one of golden stone—and you wait.
It arrives. Of course it does. And you rend it apart. Piece by bloody piece. You take apart everything that you hate, hate, hate. It takes until your chest is dented in for the red haze in your vision to clear, to realize the scrap lining the floor is your own.
So you flee. Not in cowardice—you are not human enough for cowardice, you have always known this—but for the most mechanical thought of self-preservation. You flee and it follows, and some sinking feeling knows that the only thing the two of you feel is hunger.
You were never human, nor did you truly seek to protect anything but yourself. You will never know peace, for you were nothing more than a leftover of war.
It hardly matters. You were created by humans to die—and you die like the machine you are.
#Ultrakill#V2#I was encouraged to post my V2 ramble here a while ago and just… never did. So here it is#Text Files#<- Going to start using that as a catchall for both bigger written works and snippets like this.#EDIT: THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG. I FORGOT ABOUT IT#1k
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I'm on my knees BEGGING people over on twitter to just read the goddamn extra content bc some of you were asking questions Nora answered YEARS ago like fuck you mean you're surprised Kevin is bisexual?????? he was in a polycule with Andrew and Neil in every other draft???? he fucked men at the nest????? he says it's easier to be straight to the public???? be so fr. and I can tell Nora is loving that she can just.......retell some jokes like the one about Andrew being too short for forehead kisses, but confirming Neil gives them anyway READ THE FUCKING EXTRA CONTENT YOU WILL BE HAPPIER I PROMISE
#aftg fandom#aftg#nora sakavic#all for the game#andrew minyard#neil josten#kevin day#also there are short stories in the extra content#and snippets from previous drafts#if youre obsessed like me it'll feed you#i swear if it's heavy extra content#or sad#you can tell#the foxhole court#the raven king#the kings men
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hi it’s me with yet another snippet from a fic idk if i’ll ever finish 😈
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Eddie doesn’t bother knocking anymore. Steve hears the front door open and the distinct sound of Eddie kicking his boots off, probably flicking specks of mud all over the place, before calling out his name.
A smile tugs at his lips as he calls back, “I’m in the kitchen!”
Eddie walks in and jerks to a stop, taking in the sight. Steve had thrown on an apron just to make sure he didn’t get any sauce on his pants or Eddie’s shirt while he was cooking. It’s just an old thing that’s been in the kitchen as far back as he can remember, faded and stained and fraying around the edges. He’s pretty sure it belonged to his grandma before she passed away.
Still, it seems to really do something for Eddie. He clutches at his chest like Steve just shot him point blank, and says, in a wounded voice, “Oh, you devil. You little temptress. You… you…” He trails off, thinking hard as his eyes linger on Steve’s ass. “You coquette. Jezebel. Seductress.”
Steve laughs. “Hi, Eddie.”
“Hello, Stevie,” Eddie replies in an absolutely salacious voice, one that makes delightful little shivers run down Steve’s spine. “God damn, you look hot as fuck. You tryin’ to end this date night early?”
Steve turns away, rolling his eyes, but he’s grinning so big it hurts. “Go pick a movie or something.”
A pair of arms slips around his waist instead, and then there’s the tickle of frizzy hair against his cheek as Eddie hooks his chin over Steve’s shoulder to peek at the lasagna.
“Looks yummy,” he says, punctuating his statement with a lick on the side of Steve’s neck.
It’s not sexy, though, is the thing. It’s actually kind of gross. A little too slobbery and long and annoying. Steve knows Eddie did it on purpose when he groans and shoves him away, wiping at the spit, only to get a cackle and a swift slap to the ass in response.
#steddie#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#yes another trusty snippet from a fic i’ll never finish but desperately long to publish#this has been in my drafts FOREVER
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When the apocalypse happened, it was just a random Wednesday.
Well, it was for Eddie.
For the kids, it wasn't that random and it was a long time coming sort of thing.
"We've been dealing with this kind of shit for a while," Dustin had told him nonchalantly as he handed a bottle, ready to be set on fire, over to Lucas, who settled it in a box of other weaponry. "It's like, our yearly bonding activity."
"You've been fighting zombies for years?!" Eddie had said. "But you're toddlers!"
"First of all, shut the fuck up," Max glared at him before sniffing. "They weren't - always zombies."
"What does that mean?"
"We were trying to take down the lab," Lucas sighed, patting the side of the box. "They did some freaky shit in there and we wanted to stop them."
"It went wrong." Will continued, and Eddie's neck was aching so bad from all the spinning his head was doing. "They released some kind of neuro-agent and we..."
"We had to leave." Dustin said blankly. Eddie peered down at him, watching the slightest tremble of his lip before he rubbed the bridge of his nose and continued preparing the cocktails. "But we're gonna fix it."
To this day, Eddie has a feeling that the "it" isn't really about the zombies somehow.
"Ready?" Jonathan nods and Eddie nods back.
Everyone else is in the garage with them while they get ready for the supply run.
Lucas was the one to encourage them to come up with quick-time strategies, something about using them back when he played basketball but Eddie distinctly remembers him not joining the team so he has no idea what he's talking about.
Dustin sits with him over their blueprints, arguing about codenames and extraction points, sometimes tapping at the shiny watch he never takes off.
Nancy Wheeler, blessed badass that she is, is polishing off a freshly-sawed gun, her eyes glancing over to Jonathan every other second like he's going to just disappear if she doesn't.
Mike sits with Will and the girl-from-out-of-town, Elle, weirdly quiet as the other two talk through some other strategy blueprints that Lucas handed to them.
Joyce, Hopper, the weird Murray guy, they're all having some sort of group huddle in the back, glancing over with fake-smiles (Joyce's is the most believeable one) once Eddie starts the car.
Through the window, he can see Robin, as stern and as ever, right beside a blank-faced Max, her hand tightening its grip on her axe. He wonders what Robin sees, when they have to go out into the desolation. When her normally tired eyes become fierce and her numb tone becomes snarling.
How many years have they had to face this shit?
Why, whenever they gather round in any place, no matter how small, is there always an empty space between Robin and Dustin?
What happened to these people?
#sailor✧writes#au content: zombies#writing#snippet#welcome to a snippet of my zombie!steve au#it's just something that's been in my drafts so i wanted to get it out there#idk if i'd ever write out the full fic but the beginning would be fun#stranger things#steddie#well that's the idea#but lowkey it was becoming a stoncy fic for a second
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happy friday! here is a little bbts chapter 5 proof of life
When Tim comes down again his mouth is full of blood—bitten cheek—and his whole head throbs, an almost fizzy numbness flooding through his jaw in the sudden absence of pain. He struggles through another wheezing breath, wincing at the familiar sensation of torn muscles around his rib cage.
“Ah,” Checkered Shirt is saying. “There does seem to be a localized paralytic effect. That last placement may have been counterintuitive; my mistake. But as we discussed, that’s the beauty of mistakes in a setting like this. The opportunity to learn from them.”
Tim tips his head. Clumsily spits a mouthful of blood on the metal floor—evidence, he thinks hazily, if he moves me—and finds his tongue. “Funny how you still haven’t gotten what you want,” he half-slurs, “considering how many opportunities you keep having.”
#also today i drafted the official Moment of Realization and i am very excited#i've known roughly how & when it happens since i started the fic but finally got down to the details. peak fic writing feeling right there#anyway i keep wanting to share bits from this chapter as i write! and then feeling silly#also there's not much filler in this chapter so every snippet i've wanted to share felt too revealing or too confusing out of context#i'm a slow writer but it's going. it's going. they are suffering#my fic
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"Lieutenant Riley." a man with a grandiose voice greeted as the guard beside him opened the cell door to let him in.
"I know you?" Simon asked almost boredly, looking at the man and not recognizing anything.
The man's face twitched slightly, hands tightening to fists at his sides, "Perhaps not. But I know you."
He looked at you then, causing you to shrink back from the slimy feeling that went down your spine.
"You don't like your gift?"
You shuddered at the obvious implication in his voice, tears welling up in your eyes.
"You must not know me very well if you thought that would get me to talk." Simon disparaged making a face in disgust. For a brief second you didn't know whether to be relieved or offended.
#its a snippet of a thing i have in my drafts#sah rambles#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#cod x reader#simon riley x you#ghost x you#ghost x reader#for reference when he was tossed into the cell with you they'd taken his mask off bc what an opportunity it is to have the upperhand
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even from a distance i can hear her, i try to listen but her whispers make my ears hurt
erifef sex with a gohst animatic. do you see my vision
#storyboards for an animatic ill never make lets go#i have so many of these snippets rotting in my drafts#but anyway. YOU SEE IT RIGHT. RIGHT#RIGHT!!!!!!#i had a baller ass odea for the prev line in text above that was like. eridans speech bubles turnign into glb tentacles#with the whispers n shit u kno#but my ass could not figur out howto make that look how i wanted it to#homestuck#my art#eridan ampora#feferi peixes#animatic#teddy hyde#i am just tagging a;l the shits#homestuck animatic#erifef
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Don tells you to start over. Will you?
#these are kind of random bc I just wanted one snippet of each scene#anyway#been in the drafts since season one baby#mad men#don draper#edit
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Vox is SUCH a considerate new friend!
#personal#hazbin hotel#radiostatic#my writing#writing snippets#yes I may have already tapped out a first draft for chapter two DON'T LOOK AT ME#I was called out for this in DMs so YES this snippet is brought to you by the fucking shoes I had to wear for my BFF's wedding#I am very genuinely debating tossing them in the actual garbage#(well that and my perpetual latent desire to be mean to Alastor but what else is new)
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spy had a long string of accidents leading up to his departure. coming home bruised and bleeding, or with police lights on his tail. men showing up at the house at night. maybe scout's ma sees spy teaching her boys what to do if they think they're being followed and something just breaks in her heart a little bit
spy's flaky, and dangerous, and as much as he seems to try he's still the man she sits at home next to the phone worried sick over when he mysteriously disappears every few weeks. one time he vanishes for three months--three--a few days after the birth of his son, his son, and when he has the nerve to show up at three AM begging for forgiveness (and waking up all her boys while he's at it), she snaps. there's an ultimatum: give up the job, or leave, because she loves spy to death but she ain't gonna lose her children for him. spy tells her it's all he knows how to do.
she tells him she loves him, more than anyone else she's ever loved. she just can't trust him
when the sun rises the next morning spy is gone and it's almost like he was never there at all, and she supposes he made his choice, didn't he. selfishly she imagines him crawling back in a few weeks, tail tucked between his legs, apologizing profusely--i thought i could make it without you but I couldn't, and I'm sorry, and I just want to live with you and be with you and grow the fuck up and
but he never does. obviously he never does, and it's probably for the best, and it crushes her. and she knows it's probably not true, but she can't help but think that maybe it was like she always feared; disposable, fleeting, nothing. she has no way of knowing that spy is spending every day in bunkers and ballrooms thinking about her and regretting leaving, or maybe regretting her in the first place--for letting his guard down, for getting attached like he swore he never would. it was the best thing he's ever done but now he gets to know he'll never have it again. and, really, the worst part of it all is he knows he probably could, if he set aside some of his pride and gave up on the unforgiving work that leaves him less fulfilled every day anyway, but he also knows he won’t. he just won’t, and there’s a thousand reasons, but it’s impossible to put into words and at the end of the day he knows the only thing that’s stopping him is just himself.
he’s horrible. they both know he’s horrible and they both wish so desperately he could change that—that he was willing to change that.
and when he starts work at a backwater mercenary company in the worst part of the united states for—well, even he isn’t really sure, but he sees scout for the first time and suddenly he knows. it’s just so obvious.
and suddenly, he is entirely unwilling to distance himself any further from what very well may be his last chance for redemption—so he doesn’t run, which surprises even himself, after so long. but the more he desperately looks inside for anything whatsoever the more he realizes he is entirely unwilling to approach the man that, more obvious by the way, he left of his own volition a little over two decades ago.
he knows this strange limbo, this block of figurative amber, can’t last forever. he hopes.
so he waits. and he waits. and he waits.
#so i was cleaning out my drafts and fun facy this has been in here basically finished since OVER A YEAR AGO.#so slapped on a few dramatic ending statements and i’m sending it out. okay. whatever#tf2 spy#tf2 scouts mom#tf2#spydad#bungus headcanons#bungus snippets#wont tag scout in this but he’s here too
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detective kaufmann finishes their cigarette with one last drawn-out drag. they let the embers brush against the edges of their fingers, singeing the almost-healed scabs of burnt skin. for all it’s worth, they don’t react to the pain; instead, they just drop the cigarette and crush it beneath their shoes.
running their fingers through their light blonde-hair, the detective turns to the constable who is watching them a little warily. hiding behind that wariness, however, was a hint of respect for this tall, young detective in their white button-up and an overcoat.
“any additional information i should know about the crime scene we just examined?” the green-eyed detective asks, their tone losing its usual playfulness.
the constable hesitated before taking out a plastic bag with a piece of paper inside. “just this. it was found in the front pocket of the victim’s polo shirt. the people who got the parcel confirmed that they don’t recognise the man or the handwriting.”
the detective opens the bag and carefully fishes the paper out with their gloved hands. aside from noticing that it must have been a post-it note from the colour and type of paper, there was nothing extraordinary about it.
they turn it over. even though detective kaufmann knew that the note wasn’t intended for them, it still makes their hackles rise in slight alarm. they purse their lips as their suspicious gaze falls on the people who received the ‘package’.
the detective always trusted their instincts and this time, their gut told them that something was amiss here; there was something that these people weren’t being honest about. because written in blood-red ink, there were four chilling, yet puzzling words:
are you afraid yet?
#a lil snippet of the rough draft i currently have#god i can’t wait to start writing later#i should start scheduling weekly updates cause i’m so shitty at remembering when to do it#ro: t kaufmann#bonnie nonnie#what lovely bones#interactive fiction
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To Traitors
NOT A PR0MPT
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"The general wants to send me to your homeland."
"For war?"
Villain hummed. "We knew it was coming."
"Of course." Hero shook her head and pushed a shirt further into the bucket of water. She bent it and twisted it and shoved it again. "How did she react when you told her 'no'?"
That was the thing; Villain didn't deny the general. No one denied the general.
Hero picked up on the silence. She always did. “Where does that leave us?”
A choice.
War?
Or her?
“You know this decision is not mine.”
"Sure, it is. I always wanted to travel- try camping."
Camping. Hero knew rejecting orders would be considered traitorous. She would rather be homeless and shunned than to standby while her homeland was being attacked.
"Hero..."
"Is that something you are not willing to do?" Her movements became rushed, like she was trying to maintain a calm, but the only way to do so was to move along with the emotions. She grabbed a shirt, dunked it, rung it, tossed it. Grab, dunk, ring. Grab, dunk, ring. They weren't even becoming clean, and the water needed changed. "My family is there. Where are they meant to go?"
"Even if I did tell the general no, I cannot stop an entire army from marching. The war will happen with or without me."
A sigh veiled the tension in the room. Villain's weight creaked beneath him as he stepped towards his lover. He took a linen shirt, wet and soaked, from her hands, and dropped it in the brown water. He found her hands next, then tugged her up slightly. She took the cue and stood, let herself be held.
"I love you," Villain said.
Hero didn't like crying. This is why Villain began rubbing her back as he pulled her into an embrace. She buried her face into his chest and sniffed once, twice...wiped a face full of tears, sniffed again...stopped, then began sobbing. No amount of squeezing could console the thought of her family being innocently slaughtered.
"You would hide them, wouldn't you? If you found them, you would save them?"
His grip loosened. He whispered, “Of course I would.” Did Hero know it might have been a lie? Even Villain wasn't sure what he would do when the time came that he marched onto her homeland.
"When do you leave?"
"Tomorrow."
"Then I'm leaving now." She attempted to pull away from Villain's chest, but he held her firmly. Her muscles tensed beneath him, but Villain knew she knew better than to try again.
"Hero, be level-headed.
"I want to warn them," she whispered, so quietly that Villain only knew what she said because of how well he knew her. He knew her every thought before she even had it herself. It wasn't magic; just love.
"And you think you will outrun an entire army overnight?"
"I know I won't!" her tone had changed, and this time when she pulled away, she didn't stop until Villain let her go. "But who am I to not try at all? Who would I be, Villain?" Her face was red and swollen, glistening with sad, then angry tears.
For a moment, she stopped. She took a breath. then swallowed as if she needed to stop herself from asking what obviously came to her mind. Alas, she said it. "How long have you known?" Her voice cracked, and Villain could see she already knew the answer: longer than he should have known before telling her.
"I'm sorry."
"I didn't ask for an apology." Her eyes refused to meet his. Villain was almost glad for it. He couldn't bear her anger, not when it was directed at him. "I asked how long you have known."
"Hero..."
"Clean your own damn clothes. I'll pay the Baker family back when I return."
"Pay them back? For w-" No. "You're not taking their horse." Hero was already scrounging around, first grabbing a raggedy sack, then stuffing one random item after another in. "Hero, stop. Hero-" She was going to take the neighbor's horse just to get caught up in the war herself. "Stop!"
She fell to her knees in the next moment. Broke down as if his voice took out the last support beam keeping the house together. hero cried, screamed, and wailed. "No. No. No. No. No," she repeated, and her voice broke time and time again as she screamed.
Tears sprung into Villain's eyes. What did he do?
"I'll send a bird. It will arrive before our army does, and when they receive it, they will know to leave."
Hero's head lifted, and her puffy eyes finally met Villain's glistening ones. "I will prepare beds. We have pelts; I can throw something together, and my brother can take-"
One blow after another, each and every passing moment. Just when Villain thought all might be well, the both of them realized there was no saving anyone. The war was an ambush, and Hero's brother would be expected to take a stand, to protect his own homeland.
"I won't-" Villain swallowed. "I won't harm your family. I will send the bird, and I will pray with every moment of travel that they receive it and leave. I will not draw my sword until I find their home empty, until I am sure they have left."
"You would be a traitor to your own kingdom."
"Better it this kingdom than you."
#not a pr0mpt#hero x villain#hero#villain#hero x villain story#hero x villain drabble#hero x villain snippet#heroes and villains#writeblr#writing community#creative writing#angst#I think. Does Dee know what angst is yet? No. Absolutely not.#I worked on a project for three hours straight and seeing as it is already midnight I figured I might as well finish#the draft I started months upon months ago.#Oh yeah- did y'all know I decided to start rewriting my entire manuscript...again..?#hence the delay in writing. I'm working on my book- working full time- doing school part time...it's a lot. barely any leisure time 😭#anyway this is due for a reblog in the morning :p#weak ending but I have procrastinated posting for wayyyy too long- open to continuing this one if it's enjoyed enough :p#To Traitors
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“It hurts,” the hero said, voice quiet enough that the villain believed they had imagined the words.
But that only lasted a second. A wet cough escaped the hero’s lips and with that, the gurgling sound of drowning in their own blood. God, their lungs were probably almost filled with blood.
“Hey, I know, I know...” The villain ignored their blurry vision, ignored the tears and the pain in their own chest. Ignored the battle and the screaming around them. They fell to their knees and somewhat stabilised the hero’s broken form. “You’re alive. Your heart is beating.”
“My ribs are broken…” Panicking, the villain grabbed their “enemy’s” hand. Their other hand slipped to the back of the hero’s head and slowly, very carefully, they moved them to rest on the villain’s lap.
Why couldn’t the villain stop crying? Their brain activated tunnel vision but they knew what was around them. They knew all the blood and the bones and shredded organs belonged to the supervillain. They knew the hero had slaughtered them and had gotten more than a little scratch in the process. Although the hero was a fighter, the supervillain hadn’t been anything less.
“It’s okay, it’s alright…we can fix this, okay?” But the hero only nodded absentmindedly. Their eyes were locked on the villain’s. Focused, clear. Whatever intensity of pain they were going through right now, they didn’t scream.
“Oh, my sweet villain.” The hero touched the villain’s cheeks with their bloody hand, leaving blood right there for them to wash off later.
“The prophecy— You will survive, don’t you know? You’re the only one who’s supposed to survive this—” the villain said and their quivering voice developed into a broken one.
They’d followed the hero because they had believed in them. Had believed all this would come to an end, even if it meant their own life would decay. Love had happened, feelings had happened. They had known this wouldn’t end pretty, both of them had known this. But the villain had expected to die.
Admittedly, they hadn’t cared about that, they had cared about the hero and nothing more. This was their own fault, they had fucked up and basically conjured the prophecy. And they were ready to give everything to ensure the hero could survive and end this war.
“Please,” the hero said. “Please kiss me.”
For you, anything.
The villain leaned down carefully and kissed them. Cheeks first, then their forehead and eventually their mouth. The kiss was weak and frail, nothing like the tenderness or riskiness both of them were used to.
“You’ll be okay,” the villain whispered against the hero’s lips. They kissed them again, a bit softer this time. “You’ll be alright.”
“My sweet villain…” the hero repeated. It wasn’t fair. The villain wanted to scream and cry into the world. They wanted to hurt people and hurt themselves. For years, they’d been alone. And now that they were ready to love, to be loved, everything was taken from them.
And it was their own fault.
“It’s okay, just think about our vacation. We wanted to go on a vacation after this, remember?”
“Darling.”
“Buy a big house with enough space for the both of us and our pets…that’s what we wanted to do, remember?”
“Darling…” No. The villain refused to believe this was it. They refused to believe the life they had planned together would be washed away like that.
“No, please—” the villain begged. “I can’t do this without you, I can’t be without you.”
“We’ve always known we wouldn’t make it together,” the hero said gently. “My love, the prophecy was never meant for me.”
The villain’s eyes widened, scared and angry.
“No, you’re the chosen one—” The hero smiled sadly and the villain couldn’t stop crying.
“We both know this prophecy is meant for you,” the hero said. “And I couldn’t be happier about that.”
The villain was never the same after that day.
#posted this as a draft OGs remember 😩#writing snippet#heroxvillain prompt#heroxvillain snippet#heroes and villains#hero#villain#hero x villain#heroxvillain#an answer for an ask#request
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Nanami fucking loses it
Nanami who fucking loses his composure after watching a disciple getting gravely injured. Nanami who starts reflecting on his life. You, your is whole life, outside of work ofc. Nanami who starts thinking about you. Your sweet smile, your warm hands after washing the dinners from a homely dinner, the way your nose scrunches when you concentrate, the way you hum. It makes him think, long and hard. And nanami is only a man, he starts thinking about how you feel physically. so soft so malleable. The way you fold and crease.
Nanami who fucking loses it as his mind starts to wonder as he goes home. Nanami whose blood starts to rush south as he thinks about how you cum around him. The way your take one deep breath before releasing. Nanami who fucking loses it when he goes home to you sitting on the couch. Nanami who can't contain himself and he fucking loses it.
#nanami kento#nanami x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#your fave#drafts#snippet fr#nanami loves his partner#jujutsu nanami#gender neutral reader#y/n
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