Story Idea: To The Moon
The story takes place far in the future, humanity has been gathered up to live on the moon because of wars on its surface. These resulting wars lead to the animals mutating strangely and developing forms of sentience.
A young child finds themselves crash landing back to Earth and ends up befriending the new locals. He grows attached to their new friends to the point where they chooses to stay on earth rather than the moon. And there's a good, non-disclosured reason too: human family either sucks or would be in danger if they go back
And robots get sent down to retrieve the child but some were reprogrammed to kill them. The majority of the friendly bots were killed but one escaped and she meets with the Kid and their Pet-Friend telling them the situation.
So this unlikely trio is trying to survive both the untamed wild of future Earth and the complicated non-disclosured politics of the moon people.
So here be the main trio: A human child from the moon, An intelligent animal companion, and a friendly robo sentry that wants to protect the human still.
(Plot from a dream I was having. Feel free to take the idea. Not sure how to do justice for this plot.)
Just a little longer
Hero took it step by step. Trying to ignore the pain in her leg. Trying to ignore the dread of being weaponless.
Sleep. You will sleep soon
She could already see the campus dorms.
You just need to get in and not get caught or get followed.
Everything was dark. Too dark to tell if she left blood on the floor. Signing, she started taking the steps to the common rooms.
When she reached the top, ever closer to her heaven, she saw a light.
Someone sat on one of the dusty chairs, reading by a lamplight. She doesn’t know how well she’d handle another bout with Villain right now. “Nice of you to come, Hero.”
Never mind. I prefer Villain
“Civilian.”
“Are you limping to your dorm at midnight?”
“Are you sitting alone in the common room?”
“One of these questions is more urgent.”
Hero tried to walk slower, hoping to hide her injury.
“Just go to sleep. We have a morning class.”
But Rival stood up and walked to her.
“Morning class is the least of my worries now.”
Both of them were almost completely in the dark, but she could tell he was sincere. His voice was rarely devoid of any cynicism or playfulness. He took her silence as a breakthrough.
“You don’t need to tell me anything, but if you’re hurt, I can help.”
“R-”
“Look, I know you’re tough. Everyone knows. That’s why I hate you. You have nothing to prove. So if…”
He cleared his throat, and turned his look from her. Despite hardly even seeing her face.
“If some bastard needs to learn a lesson, I can help you. I won’t tell anyone.”
Just barely, she could see his honey eyes shining. But the aching pain that constantly throbbed her leg reminded her of the dangers that follow.
Why can no one else know of Villain
“Hero?”
Rival asked, she could imagine the anticipation in his features.
“I’m fine, Rival.”
“H-”
“This is none of your business.”
Her tone wasn’t as harsh as it could be, but rather heavy-hearted.
But he didn’t push it longer, just stood as she at last continued walking towards her room.
She didn’t hear him move or speak until she almost closed her dorm door, his voice barely audible.
“I’m here if you need me, Hero.”
There were about three more seconds of silence.
Rival’s heavy footsteps filled the silence. And following them, much quieter, slier steps. These steps were coming towards her dorm.
“Wh- HERO RUN”
She heard Rival spurt back to her dorm’s way.
Cursing, she hastily thrust her door open, fearing there was no time even for getting her hidden gun. Disastrously, she was right.
Villain held a dagger.
He held a dagger above Rival’s throat.
“Leave him.”
Villain smirked at her.
His grip on Rival’s arms and the dagger he kept on his throat remained indifferent, both to her threat and to Rival’s struggles.
“Care much?”
“You know this will be a fight to the death, Villain.”
Hero answered, unleashing her own hidden blade. “And you know I will slit his throat way before you limp one step,”
She did her best to not show her dread. Not to imagine the light leaving the honey, radiant eyes she knew.
“But there’s a way to make this less bloody, is it?”
His message was clear. Hero glanced at Rival, his message was clear too. Ever so slightly, he shook his head.
“You are going to leave him, and we will take this outside, civilly.”
“H-”
Villain gripped Rival’s chin.
“Perfect.”
He threw Rival to the floor, almost cutting his jaw in the process.
“YOU PIECE O-”
Villain caught his face again.
“Shhh… we don’t want to make this harder for your girlfriend, do we?”
Rival seemed enraged, like he would murder Villain right here if he could, but before he tried to fight again, Hero got to him.
She pushed him away, hugging him, burying her head in her neck. Just below his ear.
Bewildered, Rival froze.
“under the bed”
She whispered, and let him go.
“Oh ~ it almost makes me regret I’ll kill you ~”
Grinning, Villain moved aside and gestured to the stairs. “Ladies first.”
Hero signed, giving one last look at Rival, who seemed disturbed, but determined as well.
As she walked down the stairs, feeling Villain creeping ever closer behind her, loudly thinking of just pushing her down, she hoped she heard Rival searching her room.
Soon later, when she could feel Villain breathing at her neck, a bang was heard. Villain’s grin froze on his face as he fell. Hero moved aside and looked up, meeting with radiant brown eyes.
I might prefer him over Villain
The next day, after dealing with the police, and after the noise from the tired yet curious students died down, Hero slept like a rock.
When she did wake up, slowly realizing that her morning class is long over.
Signing, she got dressed and tried to calculate how many library search hours she’d have to go through.
But when she stepped towards the door, she saw something that was sled to her dorm.
They seemed to be, neatly written, detailed lecture notes.
Above them, rested a small sticky note, reading “I’m here if you need me”
prompt: “I do not know what tomorrow will bring, but whatever happens, please… take care of my cat.”
She had an hour.
And she used to go to him.
Heroine stepped through the boy’s dorms as quietly and as quickly as she could. None of the guys were out, probably scared of the punishments for dismissing bed-time.
It didn’t matter to her.
In less than an hour, she would be too far away from the academy. Which was terrifying, but meant that she could forget about certain rules.
Just as she started to enjoy her little rebellious freedom, she found his dorm. The headboy’s dorm. Her sole rival.
The stakes were too high to care about whether or not she obeys bedtime.
She took out the key bunch she had in her pocket, which she was given by her homeroom teacher to help him ensure no troubles were made inside the dorms.
“The teacher’s bunch? hm, you know, acting like a complete nerd won’t help you become smarter than me.”
“Maybe. But it will help me sneak mice into your room.”
Now Rival will learn his lesson.
She searched for the right key and unlocked the door, a bit at unease from the audible sounds the lock made.
Surprisingly, the room was not entirely dark. Rival’s windows were open and the full moon shed some light inside.
He was not in his bed.
Instead, he was sprawled over his table, his neck placed on his bookand his back crooked onward. This did not seem comfortable. And it would hurt when he wakes up.
“How come no one invented a way to not be stiff after sitting…?”
“You mean like, stretching?”
“...”
“Nerd.”
She knew that this astronomy exam stressed everyone, but she didn’t imagine him like… He looked so tired. Perhaps she teased his last score too much.
and she had no time to help now.
I’m scared, too.
Heroine got closer to him, and raised her hand to his shoulder, but then froze.
He had enough to worry about, and she doesn’t know how he would react to her request- Nor what he will imagine is the reason for such a strange plea…
Right now, at least one of them got to rest.
But it wasn’t just her on the line anymore. She cannot just keep these problems to herself. And maybe, somehow, she had a feeling that he would rather know.
“Hey, Rival,”
She touched his shoulder lightly. It took a moment before there was any reaction. He groaned a bit, still resting his face above his arm. He turned to her side, opening his eyelids in a rusty way.
Heroine couldn’t help but smile at his widened, chestnut eyes.
“Heroine…?”
His voice was barely audible.
“Yes, it’s me. I came to… well…”
She took a moment to collect the right words. The stakes were high, but she couldn’t stress him more than needed.
He brought his head up and straightened himself. Looking right at her.
“What’s wrong?”
Nothing, yet. But not for long.
“I need a favor from you.”
He nodded slightly and waited. Looking more serious than she ever saw him.
She didn’t want this. She wanted to comment on his messy bed hair and banter and see his smirk and just go back to her normal life.
“I will leave the school for a while and… and I cannot take my…”
She took a big breath.
“My cat. She’ll have to stay here and she doesn’t trust anyone besides… Will you please…”
“I will take care of Nova.”
Rival tried to smile reassuringly, still looking a bit tense. But the promise meant the world to her.
Heroine smiled for a bit, too.
“Thank you, I don’t know what I… How would I leave without knowing she’s safe.”
But both of their smiles died down quickly.
“...where are you going?”
She inhaled, hoping to keep herself calm. And him, too.
“I do not know, but I have to. And… and I want to.”
He stared at her for a moment. He still looked tired, but also tense, and… and something else.
“Is it dangerous?”
Yes. I’m scared, Rival.
“I cannot tell you, Rival. This is my own problem.”
“Hero-”
“I never wanted to get you involved. But it’s… Nova, she doesn’t trust anyone besides me, and well…”
and you.
“You can get me involved in everything,”
He said, standing up and holding her gaze.
“Whatever this is, I can help. Please, I never saw you this anxious.”
He extended his hand towards hers, not quite touching, but closer than ever.
She closed the gap, holding his hand.
I’ll miss you, Rival.
Heroine then came forward, hugging him.
He was surprised, but accepting. Wrapping his arms around her himself. It felt nice and warm, and Heroine held him like she’d hold the last piece of normalcy she had.
Her clock buzzed. It was midnight.
“I need to go.”
Heroine said, not moving yet. She felt him sighning and nodding.
They slowly let go of each other, and Heroine took out the key bunch and gave it to him. For one last moment, he held her hands.
“I won't let you down. I’ll take care of her for as long as needed.”
“Thank you, Rival.”
Heroine started walking away, she opened the door, and looked back once more. Rival’s deep brown eyes were still on her. Still too fearful for her liking.
“I will come back, as soon as possible. Enjoy being the top student while you can.”
She meant it. She will return, maybe sooner than expected. She will come back and hug him again and banter and hold Nova and stress about their exams and everything will be normal.
He smiled at her, hope and playfulness in his eyes. That was how she wanted to remember him.
“Enjoy being a dork in the outside world, nerd.”
“Oh, I will.”
Heroine closed the door and went her way, walking with ease. Knowing that she will return She will come back to hug him again and banter and hold Nova and stress about their exams and everything will be normal.
knowing all of that, Heroine walked into the night with confident steps.
I was grateful for the warmth of my horse's neck. I held on to her as she galloped through the city, skillfully going around people who ran everywhere. Searching for shelter in the night, but Only worsening the chaos.
Another lighting struck a building me, causing another yell of screams.
"EVERYONE HOME NOW!"
I shouted, praying that my voice is heard to all through the thunderstorm.
"DIRECT ORDER FROM THE KING!"
"HOME NOW!"
My horse, steadfast as she was, ran through every street. Inspired by her persistence, I kept yelling to the crowd. Ignoring the thunders, the pouring rain and my rattling sword.
We kept going until the crowds dissapeared. I whispered to my horse to slow down, caressing her neck. I allowed myself to lead her to a small market stall, where we could rest from the rain.
Maybe, just maybe, we finished our part. Maybe our night now ends.
"HELP!"
Of course.
I jumped down and ran towards the voice.
"My sister!
She is stuck under the fallen tree!"
I turned and searched for a tree in my eyes, but there is no... NO
The sound of an unleashed sword stood out against the rain.
I sprut towards my horse, but my sheeth was already empty.
Of course. Someone will try to use this disaster.
This will be a long night.
I saw the blade's shine from above me, and recognized a person climbing the nearby stone building.
She balanced herself on a window, then swiftly brought herself to the next.
"Halt!"
Whether she heard me or not, she made no sign to care. So be it.
I got on my horse and stood up on her saddle. My legs shook, but I managed to hold on to grab at the side of the closet window. I tried to move legs up to it, thankful for the empty street. There was no crowd who saw me wobbling in my armor. I looked up to the stranger, she watched me from afar. I couldn't see her face well, but her head was tilted to the side in an amused way.
I let go of the window's side and started taking off my armor, leaving only a dirty shirt to fend me from the cold. Slowly but surely, I climbed up.
I was cold, clumsy and sluggish, but had a small smirk as I managed to make my progress. This troublemaker picked the wrong knight.
The roof was just above me.
I raised my hand to climb there, and a lighting struck above it. It was the closet one I saw. I would want to believe that it's power made me tremble, but nothing but my own terror caused me to lose my grip.
I fell and- No.
A hand caught my arm, and I grabbed the roof tightly. I felt myself being pulled up signed in relief as rested on concrete matter.
The woman crouched down next to me. Her hood's shadow covered her eyes, but I could see her cocky grin clearly.
"You screamed a little, sir craven."
This could go unmentioned.
I inhaled and looked right into her.
"Thank you,"
The cold was taking it's tall at my exposed skin as I tried to keep my voice confident.
"But I cannot let you steal a weapon of the king's knights.
Tell me where the sword is and we both can go home safely."
Just let us go home.
"I have no evil motive,"
She said assuredly.
"It is right there."
She turned around and I could see my sword.
It was a few meters behind her, emedded in the center of the roof.
"And it needs to stay here. This is the only way to keep the lightings at bay."
She did not sound like she was lying.
And if she had any intent to harm me, she would have already done so.
But danger wears many faces.
I started getting up.
"I am sorry, it is my role t-"
A radiant white light crossed from the sky to the roof.
By incstinct, I tackled onto the hooded woman and placed myself between her and the light. I stayed above her, careful not to let us touch and make us both defensless.
Shaking, I waited for a strike.
"We are safe, craven."
Her voice was so sweet, I could barely tell it was the same person.
"Look."
I slowly opened my eyes.
Her hood fell, and revealed a freckled face and a beaming, knowing smile. Her sparkling, green eyes gestured to the sword.
I unwillingly turned back to it.
It was magic.
The very next lighting struck it as well.
"How?"
Her smile grew brighter.
"A witch never tells."
The white lights only highlighted her eyes. She was far more mirthful than I ever thought a witch would be. Far bolder and kinder, too.
I realized that I was smiling as well.
"Also, you have an awful method to protect someone from a lighting."
She said, deciding I was too happy.
"But, thank you, you are..."
Her smile turned softer.
"Yes?"
I urged her to continue. It was my turn to smirk.
"You are not as much as a craven as you seem."
I tilted my head, still smirking.
"Try not to drool too much, my lady."
She merely rolled her eyes and I laughed. Feeling safe for the first time since the night came.
My smile died down when she started getting up.
"Thank you for your chivalry,"
The witch said, pushing dirt of her cloth.
"and the amusement, of course."
I moved aside to let her stand, yet my eyes were unable to let go of her. I did not even know her name.
"But it seems like your duty is done and mi-"
"Wait, just..."
She did.
The cold barely mattered anymore. I searched for a reason, an excuse, for her not to leave. The way her eyes stared into me made it seem like she was looking for an excuse, too.
"Tell me what is needed to protect the city,"
I said then. Praying that the glint in her eyes was not just my imagination.
"I can get more weapons, and people who will embed them wherever is required."
The witch merely stared at me. Looking for any sign of dishonesty. Then her childish grin came right back.
"If you manage to climb down without fainting, I might just cooperate, sir craven."
Her taunt only made me smile.
"Your challenge is accepted, my lady."
I gestures to the roof's end, bowing a bit. She bowed dramatically, holding her hood with both hands as a dress. Her movements were swift and gallant as she jumped to the window, and soon I started following her.
There was a long night ahead of us.I did not mind that at all.
I loathe Heroine.
I loathed her ever since the first time I saw her. From the very first flashy, dumb grin she flashed at me.
I loathe the littered freckles on her cheeks and the red, long scar that went over her jawline. The dark circles under her eyes and her forever messy curly hair.
I loathe her stubbornness. How she shows up every day. How she manages to get up every time. How convinced she is that her actions truly matter. How she fights for each pathetic person, as if each and every soul was so precious to her.
I loathe the way she pretends. Pretends to be confident. Pretends to be in control. Even when she is hurt and anxious and so obviously tired. How she comforts every victim, when she can barely calm herself. How she smiles softly, even at me. As if I were that easy to fool.
I hate her for rescuing me.
She threw herself into the water. She pulled me up to the shore. She stayed until I sat steadily. Then she left. Not even giving a demand or a price or a reason.
I hate how she laughs at my jokes. As if we were friends. As if I actually make her smile.
I hate her most when it’s just the two of us. Hate how calm she gets. Hate how much she underestimates me. How calmer she gets.
And I was angry when I found her lying in the cold. Angry at her recklessness and bravery and passion, that forced her to never back down. Angry that I had to drag her out of there. That she used me for warmth. That she looked so comfortable.
I get angry when she doubts herself.
Because I know just how harder my life has been ever since she came to it. I know how kind she is in her greatest victories, I know how purposeful she is in her darkest hours, I know her better than everyone.
I was angry at her lover the moment I met her.
Angry at this feeble, laughable, fool who seemed to think she deserves Heroine. I got furious when she approached me. The idiot smiled and offered her hand.
I pushed it right away. I shoved her past me and wanted to walk away, to wait until she realizes just how useless she is to everyone. Wait until she leaves my and Heroine’s life.
But she dared to keep talking. Dared to say she understands me. Dared to say Heroine’s name.
I lashed out at her.
I yelled that she has no right to tell me about Heroine. That she’ll never know Heroine like I do. That she is just lonely and desperate enough for Heroine to pity. That she would never truly love her.
I was pulled to the ground, and saw Heroine above me.
I could barely recognize her face. There was so much loathe and hatred and anger in her stare. I never saw her like this, not when she fought the worst of villains, not in the most stressful situations and not when I was in danger.
She told me to stay away from her lover. That otherwise she will kill me. That she doesn’t want to see me ever again.
She only stopped when my eyes started to water. I couldn't tell anymore what expression she wore, but I saw her leaving. Panic rose through me, and I called her name. Begging her to stay.
She looked back at me, and for the last time, I saw her clearly. There was no malice nor pity in her eyes. Only disgust.
I loathed myself ever since.
Rival had that glint in his eyes, she noticed, the one he recently has when they play.
"Things don't look too well for you, don't they?"
The perfect, still, poker-face Heroine mastered kept away any information he tried to get.
"That is what you have said last time."
He frowned a bit, but his eyes kept their shine.
"So you do have a plan..."
"Hopefully."
"Then I shouldn't eat your knight..."
"If you doing this is in my plan."
Rival leaned in and squinted at her. Sometimes, just sometimes, he was too dangerously cute. Heroine hated to admit that to herself, but the way her lips urged to smile at his sight left no doubt.
"So you DO want me to do this...!"
"You can try to interogate me all day, or actually think for yourself."
Hero almost let out a chuckle as she answered. He pouted again, adding a frown and a crooked nose. She finally let out a laugh, dropping her straight face.
"You're a pleasure to play with..."
Rival was quite for a moment, his smile was... It has never been that soft. God her heart beat so fast.
"I can say the same for you."
He blushed a little and looked away. Scratching his scalp, Heroine used the distraction to take mental notes.
He brushed his hair, which she doesn't remember him doing in any other day they met. A warmth grew in her as she hoped that she read the signs right. His clothes were nicer, too. He replaced the usual seeatshirt and sweatpants with a polo shirt and jeans. The shirt's sleeves were shorter, which was nice and...
He has a scar. Right at the back of his forearm, barely noticeable.
"That's it. I'm not eating that. It reeks with a scheme."
Hero knows that scar. And she knows that man. Villain grinned at her.
"Knew this was your plan. Scared now?"
She immediately returned her poker face.
"Plans change."
She played her move quickly and quietly. Villain took some time but made finished his turn.
"I'm gonna win this time, I can feel it."
Hero didn't respond or banter back. She didn't say anything for the next few turns, no matter what he tried to do to tease or make her laugh. He grew more worried each turn.
"Hey ummm..."
She needs to finish this and think of the next step. This was her chance to catch him once and for all.
"You good?"
Looking up, she noticed his worried expression. It was completely geniune when she smiled and reassured him.
"Yes, just got lost in thoughts for a bit."
He smiled back.
"I actually had something weighing on me too, mind if...?"
"Go ahead."
He took a big breath. That moment, she knew what was about to happen. What she wished one of them will be brave enough for. She wished for this ever since they first played her. Ever since he truly challenged her. Ever since he took his loss with a laugh and adoring eyes.
"I know we only ever meet here to play, and that I have annoying jokes and... And an annoying self..."
Even the dread she felt didn't stop her from chuckling.
"But I like... I don't know... This. Playing wit- Even when you win. So you I thought..."
The fact that she knew of his identity didn't stop the butterflies she felt. Making her wish he was who she sees now. Just a softhearted, clever guy she met at an urban chess.
"We could go get ice cream aft-, or something less childis- I mean... Well you-"
This is her chance. Even if not for love. She showed him the best smile she could master.
"How about coffee tomorrow? I know a perfect place."
A coffee shop 50 meters away from a police station. It will be easy.
He smiled shyly and let out of all the air he held in his lungs.
"Sounds perfect..."
His blushed and relieved face turned her stomach. Imagining how he'd look at her tomorrow, when he'll realize who she really is.
But now Heroine must forget about it. She'll smile and laugh and be happy, genuinely happy, that they like each other.
They were chess partners, and she can't allow him to guess her next move.
"One leg after the other,"
Hero said patienly. The short walk down the dark haklway seemed to go for years. Villain would throw a snarky comment, or try and banter to lighten the atmosphere but he was so tired.
"Here..."
Hero slowly helped him sit and unlocked her door. Villain looked up to look at her, realizing he didn't actually see her for the last two hours.
She was often the serious one between them, but he never saw her face this... Sparkless.
He couldn't find any words of comfort until she crouched down and helped him up again. Villain laid on the sofa, finally resting his sore muscles but not comfortable.
"Wait here. I'll get first aid."
Villain noted how different the appartment was from his last visit. It was messier, even messiar than it usually is, with documents and pictures and notes covering the floor and walls. The biggest pile of crumbled papers laid in front of him, circling a hand made map of the base they barely got out of.
It was really important to her, wasn't it? He signed loudly. Of course he ruined everything.
"I think I know how to take care of your arm, if there is anything worse we will call someone."
Hero sat in front of him, actually seeing him for the first time in a few hours.
"...Villain?"
His despareation was probably shown all over him. Damm it. He could at least save her the guilt.
"They won't ask anything. I would not risk you."
The pillows surrounding him didn't feel soft. He shouldn't be relaxed. He didn't deserve to.
"Villain, is... You... "
She signed placed her hand over his.
"You can tell me anything."
She tried to smile at him, but neither of them were in the mood for it and it died quickly.She took her hand away to take a bandage and start working.
The silence was awful. Hero cleaning his wounds was such a torture that it felt like a cruel joke. He should end this.
"hero..."
Villain gently pushed her hand away from his cuts.
"I'll get off your back. I just... You can go rest and I promise I'll be gone tomorrow morning."
Hero froze. She stared at him speechless, lips trembling.
"Why?"
That was all she managed to say.
"I..."
I am reckless and impulsive, but I can deal with it as long as I'm the only one who suffers from the consequences.I don't want to continue to be a burden.I have risked your LIFE.
"I- just-..."
How is he supposed to say it? Or anything at his state?
"Just leave me, hero."
The silence felt even worse now.Hero stayed still, her hand griping a wet towel. When she finally got up, instea of walking away she placed her free hand over his.
"I would never leave you,"
She said then, Villain tried to fight the butterflies he felt.
"it's only fair. You would never leave me when I need you."
"I..."
"You never did."
She pressed on his hand, leaving no doubt about the sincerity in her voice.
"You came for me today, like you always did. You stood up against Supervillain."
That's what he did, perhaps, but even with that he managed to put her in danger.Hero got captured purposely, ready to go into Supervillain's lair alone to try and rescue her friends.But the moment he saw her held up, he forgot his fear of Supervillain.
By attacking him he brought the entire lair on them."I-"
"You wanted to help."
He... Well he did but...
"I would have done the same. You know that."
She would. Villain caught himself smiling. When he looked up and saw her brighter smile, he pressed joined their fingers. Being still tired and bruised and scared, he could only look at his Hero with loving eyes. Relief and relaxation visible on her face.
He wants to believe her words so bad
"I'll get you clean up, we'll rest for a bit, then think of the next step."
He nodded, hoping that she understood how much he's committed. They will heal. They will not be broken. They will save her team. Together.
Hero sat on the couch beside, getting comfortable as she leaned in and got back to bandaging. He missed her warmth in his hand but felt himself relax.
And now, finally, both of them managed to rest.
"You'll be left alone here."
Hero didn't even look back. Seemingly not hearing him as she looked for arrows on the ground.
Villain stood at the other side of the room, gripping the rusty dorknob.
"This is hopeless."
She made no indication that she heard him. Only threw a chair that stood between her and a single, glinting arrow.
She then moved next to the arrowslit, trying her bow with it. Not sparing him a glance.
"Do you have death wish? Hero, they have spears and axes and torches- This whole town will turn to ashes."
She kept watching the window. Her posture tense and her breaths shallow.
"Her-"
"Then go,"
Her voice came out as a whisper.
"I am not stopping you."
To that, he found himself to be at loss for words. Because somehow, she did. His nerves urged him to run away, but he could only stand there watching her.
He knew that running away is what he needs to do now.He knew that these bastards marching here will take no prisoners. He knew Hero will not move from where she stands, prepairing to delay the mob for as long as she breaths. Ready to give her life for a chance that the townspeople will manage to get away.
Curse her tenacious soul.
She slightly tilted her face towards him. But in moment they locked eyes she seemed almost... surprised. As if she didn't expect him to still be there.
"You do not have to stay."
She said softly, fully looking at him now. She was battle-ready, but her rich walnut eyes shone with something softer. Will this be the last time he sees them?
"No."
She frowned, studying him carefully.
"Hero, please, this is crazy. How many do you think you'll take? And for WHAT?"
He gestured outside, where panicked families ran away as fast as they could.
"For som- some FOOLS who brought hell upon themeselve?"
"What did they ever do for you? What could possibly ever make you face an army for them!? Th-"
"But you are still here, too."
Hero's voice turned almost hopeful.
Villain looked aside. He should not be here. Maybe he was the crazy one.
"Some things in life are worth protecting. Even from an army."
He didn't even look at her, but could tell that she said it with a smile.
"I know you had it rough, we both had, but can you not imagine this?"
He dared looking back at her. Her eyes stayed steady on him.
"Having something you will fight for until your last breath?"
The way she said it was filled with purpose and hope and... and maybe even...
Before he thought of it, he took out his sword and stepped closer to her. She turned to face him, a relived smile on her features. Her shoulders relaxed when he gently touched her cheek.
A first wave of rushing warriors could be seen from the arrowslit.
"I can, actually."
As Whumpee is recovering, Caretaker notices that they always move both arms together and pick things up with both hands, as if part of them still thinks they’re wearing manacles.
And then they aren't finished and haven't been updated since 2011 and you feel the urge to write a fanfiction about that fanfiction but feel as though you can't live up to that legacy -
reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
Does bimboification count as tf/corruption? I have an insatiable weakness for cute twink-y boys getting turned helplessly dumb and slutty. Hope you're having a nice day! - 💗
"You there, fiend! I am Archibald IV, grandmaster arcanist, and I have come to- WOAH!" The boy's entire world went upside down. Or, more accurately, he did as his ankle was snagged by a vine that hoisted him up into the air, at the behest of his supposed quarry. The dryad woman, who'd simply stood there with a smirk as he started his spiel, chuckled, taking long, deliberate steps toward him. "D-Don't come any closer! I am an adept of fire magic, and you shall- wait, no, that's my staff! I need that!" Easily plucked away from his hands by another leafy apendage. He was now dangling from the air, unarmed and, for all intents and purposes, helpless in the monster's clutches. and he'd have made a damn racket about it too, if the woman didn't place a hand around his face, squeezing it tight.
"Well aren't you just the cutest little thing~? It is so nice of that adventurer's guild to think of sending me a gift! My, how to play with it first..." Weak fists thumped against the bark-like skin the dryad wore like armor, eliciting no reaction but a quiet giggle. "My, an active little one, aren't you? I supose we'll have to fix that... wouldn't want you hurting yourself, would we now? No, that just wouldn't do." And the monster crouched down, face to face with her victim, who looked positively enraged. Not that he could do much about it, really. "Close your eyes, now~"
Before he could even begin to formulate a retort, the woman had alright presented her palm upward, blowing on it and stirring tiny bits of pollen from her skin, flying in a small cloud, straight into his face, and into his nose. "Wh-What manner of foul conco- aah... aah-CHOO!" He sneezed, whole body rocking back and forth as it dangled from his branch. If he stayed like this too long, the blood would rush to his head. He had to think of a way to esc- aah-CHOO! To es... es... what was he just thinking about? He blinked, focusing back his foggy gaze on the dryad. Right! He had to defeat this monster and- and- aah-CHOO! And... wait, what came before the and? He was pretty sure stuff usually came before it... right? Anyway, where was he? And why was this pretty lady with hard skin taking off his robes? Something about that seemed somewhat concerning to Archibald. Maybe he should- aah-CHOO!
"There, there, much better now, no? You humans overthink things far too much, honestly. I already think for all the plants in my domain, so I don't mind thinking for you as well, okay Archie?" He was on the ground now, though the woman didn't think he realized it yet. Maybe she'd been a bit heavy-handed on the dosage. Already she could see the side-effects starting to act up, after all. The young mage wasn't at all bad looking, for a human, anyhow. The cutest little cheeks, an adorable pout as he kept sneezing his worries out, and, for as weak as he had been, his body wasn't entirely without tone, beneath the clothes she'd done away with. And for all his talk of needing his staff, the one he did have was more than respectable. Maybe. She wasn't too familiar with human standards. Regardless, it was that last point she'd need to focus on.
"Poor thing, my magic's got you all worked up, huh? It's not my fault your bodies are engineered so oddly... ah well, we should get that dealt with, shouldn't we, dear?" Archibald was, by now, only vaguely aware of the woman speaking. His mind was mostly a floating haze, and... something at the back of it told him this was bad, but he couldn't figure out why. It was... pleasant, like this. He could feel his shoulders relaxing for the first time in... in... some time. He didn't remember exactly. Really, as far as he could think of, he'd ALWAYS been tense. Now, he felt like was swinging through the air... oh. He was. Finally, he remembered that there was a world outside his own addled mind, and he checked up with his own senses just in time to realize that he was now suspended upright, by both wrists, and there was a mouth on his. Well, mouth. The lips were velvety-smooth, like petals, while the tongue that slowly danced with his had a rough, leaf-like quality to it. It was hard to focus on that when he could feel something else entirely down below... and... OH~
It felt amazing. That was just her hand, right? He didn't think hands were supposed to feel so... so... gnh, already? Already he was reaching a state he remembered well, even now, but never... never so INTENSE! The dryad parted their kiss, smiling down on him fondly as she kept pumping on his cock, a slow, steady rhythm to it with just the right amount o squeeze... of course, the way her own fluids interacted with humans, she knew anything he was feeling would be turned up to eleven. It wouldn't do to overwhelm the poor boy... yet. Oh, he was close, she could tell. Just a little push...
Archie was melting. He had to be. His body just felt so HOT, and he was on the edge of that peak of pleasure for... it felt like so long, but he knew it'd only been a few seconds at best. Every tiny tug on his cock sent another jolt through him, and all he could hope to do was even his breathing to stop himself from going lightheaded. And then, just when he knew he was about to finish... "Come on now, dear. You can do it~" The honeyed words seeped into his mind, absorbed by the spongey mush that was his brain at that moment. And he blanked out in bliss.
...
“More, dear?” The boy nodded frantically, breathing ragged and chest heaving up and down. The lazy smile now ever-present on his plush lips was once more parted by the vine that plunged into his throat, companion to the cup milking his cock relentlessly, though that one rarely left its spot. The dryad chuckled, gently stroking the boy’s hair as she watched him enjoy himself. If only all humans realized how good letting go might feel...
“You there, fiend! Release that boy this instant!” A tall woman, clad in shining silver armor and with a spear pointed at the monster, stood at the entrance to the clearing. The dryad simply smirked.
A door, painted your favorite color, has appeared within your house. The door leads to a hotel, where everything is tinted your favorite color. Inside the hotel are every OC, Fictional Character, and D&D Character you’ve ever created. All food needed for them appears in the kitchen, as well as all accommodations being made for them. No one can die or be hurt in the Hotel.
You are able to leave whenever you’d want, and while inside the Hotel no time passes outside.
Severitus where Severus recognizes abuse in pretty much anyone. He's constantly pulling Slytherins aside to talk about home life, Ravenclaws, even Hufflepuffs, but not him.
He's so desperate for anyone to notice, anyone to actually, truly care, to do something, but that never happens.
Severus assigns a detention and Harry just loses it the second he steps in. Severus makes a single comment, and Harry is completely breaking down. He's shouting, screaming, even better if he's breaking things. Like, absolutely crashing TF out, and then he storms out.
When he shows up to classes the next day, he expects to be practically murdered by Snape, but he's not.
1) An apology letter on his desk, explaining his behavior, demeanor, and offering to help.
2) He gets asked to step out, just like he does with the Slytherins.
3) Normal class period.
4) A hug/reassuring words/just a form of comfort, really.
Severitus where Harry is deeply hurt/affected by Severus' strict/old-fashioned/etc parenting styles.
Severus is always portrayed as strict, sometimes bordering on straight up abusive, but then because he's better than the Dursleys, readers and authors alike tend to agree that it's okay. (IF THAT'S WHAT YOU LIKE, THAT'S FINE SO LONG AS THERE'S A DISCLAIMER.)
But arguably, most often, his tactics are rather harsh. Maybe he's firm on the whole open door policies, or washing mouths out with soap, I've seen a lot with spanking as well, but there's never any after effect, so make there be one.
Oh, he washed his mouth out with soap? Now he's scared to talk.
Spanked? He doesn't see the difference, frankly I don't either, though, so I don't have much to offer here.
No door policy? He feels watched.
Whatever you decide, there should be a point of realization that this is harmful. However that decided though differs.
Make Harry write an essay about Scary Things, and instead of writing about something normal, he writes about how he's terrified of messing up.
Maybe Severus discovers a diary.
Or, and something that I find worked with their personalities, is a massive fight. Harry messed up, and now Severus is threatening whatever, and Harry loses it. "I want to go back to the Dursleys, because at least I know they're cruel, with you it's a mix up."
It's so angsty, om nom nom nom.
Baby Harry, like 1-3 MAYBE 4. Point is, he's really young, Voldemort isn't back, and Severus had been tasked with watching over him. He constantly says he hates watching over the baby, says he doesn't want to at all, says he feels nothing for the boy.
Of course, being a spy, he has to attend death eater meetings. Per say one of the members found out about Harry, and now to "prove his loyalty" he has to bring him in. He thinks it's going to be fine, maybe a couple of harsh words, but nothing bad.
He's mistaken (of course) and has to watch as Harry is mistreated. Up to you to decide HOW mistreated. Maybe it's a couple of slaps, I prefer crucio.
Extra angst if Severus is 'invited' to join, and has to harm Harry.
Um,, hello,-
I was reading your work on Ao3 recently (Two becomes Five) and one exact idea can't get out of my mind. I wanted to see Lamber comforting Aym so badly (maybe making him a flower crown or just comforting him in a way a sibling would do). This may or may not be related to the work itself, it's just a little thought of mine
(Thank you for your works, they're amazing<3)
Firstly thank you for your prompt, it was really nice and it gave me ideas for the future stuff I want to add to TBF (Two Becomes Five) Also I am sorry if I took a little long to post, I wanted it to be good and needed to spend time on it to make sure it was. Unfortunately my uni and the bus system had other plans.
Anyhow Feel free to ask more stuff like this, I really like writing on this stuff. This goes for all of my readers by the way, if you have a prompt you can just post it. You don’t have to be shy, I am willing to listen. Warnings: Blood, swearing WC: 2083 Rating: T+
His bleeding arm wasn’t really a problem. Really it was not even a real wound in comparison to what he used to go through. Still it hurt like oblivion and made him wanna go back there and kick those drunkards in the ribs one more time.
He sighed as he realized this was just not his day. How had he even gotten himself into this mess in the first place? He recounted all the stuff that led to this moment. He was doing his ‘thing’ until he heard a glass shatter down in the street and a woman crying, so far simple. Then he dropped down onto the alleyway to see what was going on, still simple. Then he was trying to fight off a bunch of drunkards without trying to squash them both into paste, all the while keeping his identity a secret. because apparently killing followers was not really seen as the right thing to do, even when the said followers were tormenting some poor woman. Now it was not so simple.
He sighed as he jumped below a building. A small gasp escaped him as he felt the glass in his arm rattle from the drop. He looked back on the spot who was refusing to patch up even with his body healing the wound.
‘’Fuck’’ the curse escaped him as he realized maybe it wasn’t as simple of a wound as he thought it was. Another careful look told him that indeed, he was somewhat in deep shit. Not deep enough to drown in but just enough to sink in it up the ankle. The wound refused to close due to the shard of glass which was too deep in his arm for him to pick up without tweezers.
He now had two options. He could either go out to the temple which was now half an hour away, all the while bleeding off slowly or he could go back to the relatively close home of the ewe he had to call master. In the end it was a close decision. He would have to go back to the house.
He needed to see exactly where he was before he could go anywhere however. So he looked around for higher ground. There it was, a two story building just to his left. Without giving it too much thought he jumped up. Just to realize maybe he should have, as he screwed up his footing and almost fell all the way down. By some miracle his arm caught the side of the building at the last moment stopping him from falling.
After a heave he got himself properly up to realize maybe falling would have been a better idea as he realized the arm he used still casually had a glass shard embedded in it and was now bleeding even harder. A groan left his mouth as he looked around. He was close he could tell, it should be right around the corner.
Looking around some more he finally spotted what he was looking for, the house of the ewe. It was a small building nestled between two roads, not exactly a pinnacle of architecture by any means, but really any refuge at this point would be good enough.
It was not easy navigating himself to the window he usually used for entry, his arm was really doing its best to annoy him today. Eventually though he got to the window and opened it with a tug.
He let out a sigh of relief as he entered the building, the lamb would be asleep by this point as for his brother he would just ignore him… hopefully. He still hasn't explained to him what he was doing when he was off on his own and wasn’t really planning on it either.
Before he could enact his plan of somehow getting rid of the shard and letting his magic heal him, a little lamplight sparked into life. After a moment he could see the holder of the said lamp was Lambert herself.
He couldn’t tell what made that moment awkward, it wasn’t like he didn’t enter the home at such an hour all the time this was more or less modus operandi. Then again he didn’t usually bleed profusely onto the ground most of the time so that might have had a hand in what happened next.
She sighed as she closed her book before setting it on the arm of the couch/bed. ‘’So… how was your night?’’
Aym blinked as he took in the question. ‘’The usual’’ As soon as those words escaped him, she started to laugh. It was not really a happy laugh as much as it was a strained one. A momentary shame took hold of him as her face returned back to a neutral one.
She looked to his arm as she pulled her legs to herself. Taking it as his invitation Aym took the side of the couch now unoccupied. Sitting uncomfortably as he tried to rub at his arm again.
They sat there in silence with only the soothing sound of the flame within the lamp keeping them company. She sighed again ‘’So, were you planning on sneaking in and bleeding to dead or were you planning on telling me?’’
And here it was, the ridicule. Another groan escaped him as he readied himself for whatever she had planned on jabbing him with, alongside ‘what were you thinking?’ or ‘what were you even doing out there?’ questions. but the ridicule nor the questions never came as she just left. Taking the lamp with her.
For a second he couldn’t believe what was happening. Did she really just leave? He sat there thinking maybe he could just be left alone for once before the lamb came back with a small chest.
She made her way back to her spot and set the lamp to her side. He couldn’t tell what she was doing before she opened the little box. Taking a tweezer from within, she looked at him expectedly before offering her hand.
He blinked before a frown took over his face ‘’I don’t need your help Lambert, I assure you I can take care of myself’’
She in return just rolled her eyes ‘’I figured, big black holy cat could probably survive even more’’ she turned to her side, after a sigh she continued ‘’Just didn’t want you leave you alone’’
It took him a second to let the words sink in, for a moment he wanted to just tell her to leave him alone or just get his brother if she really wanted to help him… But he didn’t. Instead he gave her his arm.
There was a look of shock on the lamb’s face before she nodded. The tweezers entering his wound didn’t hurt him much, really it was not as painful as what those drunkards would be going through in the morning.
It wasn’t long before she took out all the shards off his arm, carefully putting each of them over on a readied cloth. The bandage she used wasn’t really great, he was sure it had been used before just to be cleaned, but it looked clean enough. Besides he wouldn’t need it anyway, now with the shards gone it would be a minute before it healed.
When she finished she turned her gaze to him, two eyes illuminated by the fire, looking intently at him. he sighed ‘’No’’
She looked confused for a moment, tilting her head quizzically.
He sighed again, this time with a touch of frustration ‘’No, I won’t explain how I got them in there’’
She just shrugged ‘’I figured’’ she snorted before adding ‘’everyone has their secrets don’t they?’’
There was an uncomfortable silence between the two as they sat across. One that stretched over for what felt like hours.
A part of him wanted to talk to her, explain to her what he went through today. He couldn’t really tell for what reason however, it wasn't like they were friends. She was just his temporary master for the time. On top of that It wasn’t like he needed someone to vent to, he was fine just pushing these aside. ‘Though it would be nice’ he thought, to have someone to talk to other than his brother.
Before he was too lost in thought he looked over to her, to see her bending paper? He raised a brow as he looked at what she was doing closer. It was strange, she was bending the paper into a shape and then doing it some other way. Why was she even doing this? What was the point?
Somehow sensing his confusion she answered him ‘’It’s called origami’’ after one more bend she revealed a paper crown ‘’A friend once showed me how to make them’’ There was a smile on her lips as she said it.
He blinked before tilting his head quizzically. Before he could say anything however she reached out to him and placed the crown on his head. For a moment he looked at her dumbfounded as he couldn’t form any words. The crown just sat on his head as she withdrew to her side.
The smile on her lips grew as she no doubt was amused by his reaction. But for some reason instead of getting angry at the indignation, a smile formed in his lips too. It took them both a second before they both started to laugh. Unlike the last time her laugh was more cheery and felt more natural. As for him, his laughter wasn't as bright as her's but it didn't seem like it stopped her from laughing alongside him.
It took them a moment before they both calmed down enough, both looking at each other now with smiles of their own.
After calming down for a second he sighed. This was going to ruin the moment somewhat, but it somehow felt fine in that moment. ‘’I fought off a bunch of drunkards from harassing a lady’’ He pointed at his arm. ‘’This was their parting gift’’ There was a moment of relief that blossomed inside him as he got that out of his chest. It was a small thing that didn’t even really explain his nightly outings, just what happened to him today. However it felt nice to get it out his chest for once rather than sweeping it aside.
She for her part just listened to him without the ridicule his brother usually gave him. After a moment she just smiled ‘’Well, did you at least kick their asses?’’
He let out another laughter ‘’Bet your wooly butt, lambchops. None of those bozos will be doing that again’’ And there it was, another laughter from her. ‘How can someone have such a kind laugh and laugh more often?’ He thought for a second, well maybe she just didn’t have much reason to do so. Before he could let that feeling blossom he felt himself wrapped around by two arms.
He didn’t fight the arms, but nor did he answer in kind. Though he couldn’t stop one of his hands on stopping on her head to ruffle her wool. They stayed that way for a minute, neither side uttering a word as the flame that kept them company continued on. Time passed ever so slowly, but it felt comforting at that moment rather than awkward like the silence before.
Eventually she let go of him to look at him, there was still no contempt within those eyes, just acceptance and worry. Swallowing the guilt he continued to meet her eyes. He could understand her even without a word spoken.
He sighed ‘’I will be more careful’’ after a moment he added ‘’I promise’’
A smile formed in her lips again that stayed even when he moved away from the couch, now fully up he moved back to the window. He needed to go back to his ‘thing’. She didn’t stop her, she just looked on as he climbed out the window.
Before he left completely, without turning back he said ‘’Thanks Lambert’’ He didn’t know whether he thanked her for the medical aid or just comforting him. He didn’t really care either way, he also doubted she did either.
Now fully outside he took off the crown. It was a simple thing made of paper, but it was made well and with reason. He stashed it in his cloak before he went back into the night.
prompt: describe yourself in the form of a recipe!
here’s mine:
start by basing your soup in a hearty vegetable broth, complete with jersey tomatoes and twigs and flowers from random philadelphia parks or the jersey pine barrens. sprinkle in paprika, the smiles of her family and friends, saffron, and her collection of rocks and shells from the shoreline. add in her favorite phrases from the current book that she’s reading to enhance the flavor. as the soup simmers, you may hear the sounds of dodie, pinegrove, queen, gorillaz, and her current obsession of carol king. serve in a colorful bowl designed like a mosaic in barcelona. all other ingredients can be found while mindlessly walking through the aisles of a philadelphia trader joe’s.
Snirius AU! idea where both of them survive the series and Sirius cannot deal with the idea of Severus being a hero who basically saved the entire world from the shadows and even less so that Harry is now grateful to him. More of that: that Harry went from despising him to respecting him and has basically become his #1 defender to the point where you can’t even breathe a slightly negative word about Snape in front of him without Harry going off. The jealousy is eating Sirius alive, diva-level, feeling completely replaced and displaced and meanwhile Severus is somewhere remote in Muggle England where no one can find him, deeply depressed about having survived — because dying was literally the only thing he wanted — and he absolutely does not want to see anyone from the wizarding world ever again because he’s completely, utterly done with all of them and hate all of them and expend his days avoiding everyone.
I’m just leaving this prompt here. Now you authors go and make magic.
IMAGINE ...
... Leona and Malleus literally fighting over Yuu's attention and love whilst Yuu watches, trying to break up the fight not knowing that the two of them are courting her right now. But Yuu still tries to intervene and the other Dorm leaders have to hold them back bc they know what's happening unlike Yuu.
YOU DECIDE WHO WINS YOUR HEART DARLING!
Feel free to take this as a prompt. But if you do then please tag me (if that's possible. Idk. I'm new here) if that's not possible then send me a request saying that you have written about this. I would love to read it!!!
Love, Lively ♡
Story idea: The most wanted woman in town has announced that she’ll only marry the one who can open her front door with the key around her cat’s neck. Many men try to hunt the cat down, chase and trap it, but to no avail, the cat is simply too quick, smart and clever, and always finds a way to evade and avoid them.
You are the first one to figure out the obvious: Do not chase the cat. The cat is befriendable. Get the cat to trust you, to genuinely enjoy your company, and you can hang out with the cat. You may eventually be allowed to touch the cat. The cat will freely let you take the key.
Secondary plot twist: The woman is a shapeshifter. She is the cat.