You Cannot Run From Me. I Made You, The Villain Soothed. The Hero Balked, Like A Frightened Horse, All

“You cannot run from me. I made you,” the villain soothed. The hero balked, like a frightened horse, all jerky limbs and anxiety.

“You may have made me, but you haven’t kept me.”

The villain looked disappointed, then, as if the hero was a petulant child.

“A fact I hope to remedy.”

The hero bared their teeth.

“Keep hoping, then.”

And they fled.

Hello! I am new to ur blog (found u on the dashboard) I was wondering if u wld do a masterlist? Usually for peeps like myself when we find a new blog to stalk it's easy to navigate through ur old posts when u have one.

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Masterlist

I didn’t even consider this, tysm Anon!

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I’ve not seen any starved touched hero stories so may I request a starved touched hero and the villain finds out and helps them. It’s fine if not:)

"Tell me," the villain murmured, as the hero's breath came out quivering. "When was the last time that someone touched you?"

It wasn't what the hero had expected.

"People touch me all the time."

"Kindly."

"You're not kind."

But the villain's touch was such a gentle thing; the hero's brain refused to register it as cruelty, even as the villain's fingers were curled around their throat. They didn't squeeze though.

The hero should have pulled back already. They should have shoved the villain away. They did none of those things. They leaned limp against the wall, almost hypnotised by the back and forth sweep of the villain's thumb brushing sweetly against their pulse point.

It was pitiful for a nice threat to feel like affection. They were pitiful.

The villain's gaze was intent.

"What are you doing to me?" the hero whispered.

"I'm not doing anything." The villain's powers worked with touch, but they had never touched the hero before. The hero had always been too quick. The villain had managed that time though, advancing, shoving the hero to the wall and then - then this. The villain had touched their skin and then they'd gone perfectly still for a few seconds. The villain could expose all secrets with a press of their fingers, do all manner of things, but...

The hero swallowed, eyeing them. They genuinely didn't think the villain was doing anything.

Each second that ticked by seemed a confession, a betrayal, a plea for something.

The villain's hand slid slowly to to cup the nape of the hero's neck. "You didn't answer my question." The villain pulled the hero a step closer, dragged them flush. The villain's other hand wrapped around the hero's back.

They were being hugged.

A confused, entirely too soft sound left the hero's throat. Questioning. A little choked. It felt like a trap and it felt entirely too desperately lovely.

The villain tightened their grip, tucking the hero's head against their shoulder.

"Skin hunger," the villain said, softly. "Touch starvation. You are a famine, love, I can feel it."

"I-" The hero didn't know how to finish the sentence. The villain was so warm against them, a solid and reassuring presence. That couldn't be right. "What?"

"It has been entirely too long, hasn't it?"

"You're not doing anything?"

"I'm hugging you."

"Your powers-"

"-Mean I know exactly how you are feeling. How much you need this. So are you going to be good and shut up and let yourself have it?"

The hero choked out another gasp of air.

Was that was why the villain had stopped? Why they'd seemed to switch gears so abruptly when they could have finally won? The hero swallowed and shut up, even if it was a bad idea. Inch by inch, when the villain did nothing more but hold them, the hero relaxed. They melted.

"Why are you doing this?" the hero managed, pressing their face against the promise of the villain's shoulder.

"Kindness?"

"You're not kind."

The villain huffed, breath rustling the hero's hair. They pressed a kiss atop the hero's head. "Mm. Temporarily benevolent. No strings attached, pinky promise."

It was definitely suspicious, but it really did feel so unbelievably good. The hero felt like they'd settled into their bones for the first time in years. Maybe longer.

They really couldn't remember the last time someone touched them kindly, for an extended period of time. A brush of accidental touch in a crowd. A hairdresser's clinical contact. None of it was anything like what the villain gave them.

"That's better," the villain said, with a sigh. "Your nerve endings have stopped screaming at me."

"S-sorry. I-"

"It was merely an observation. You don't need to be sorry."

The hero expected the villain to get back to it, or step back. They didn't. It was probably the longest hug in the world.

Finally, the hero let themselves reach out, wrapping their arms around the villain in turn.

"Good," the villain said.

"Are we still...I shouldn't let you touch me. I'm not stupid."

"No."

"Are you going to let go of me?"

"When you actually want me to, sure."

"And you can...feel that?"

"Yes."

The hero squirmed with embarrassment. The villain tightened their grip again. The hero went still.

"Years," the hero whispered, finally. "It's been years. I can't remember the last time."

"Mm." The villain nuzzled into them. "That's not going to happen again. I don't believe in torture."

Neither of them much felt like fighting when they finally broke apart.

Fictional Character Tag Game

Thank you to the lovely @jay-avian for the tag (here)! I hope college gets a bit more bearable soon ❤️

1. Do this uquiz and this picrew

2. Three random facts about you

1. Recently my friends have taken to calling me The Reckoner

2. I’m really good at screaming bloody murder and I have become a local cryptid because I have done so in the middle of the night a lot (I am innocent) and I also tend to be good at making a variety of strange noises

3. I have a tendency for saving wild and injured birds, and it has happened so many times my family jokes I’m a “bird magnet”

3. Seven Comfort Movies

1. Spider-Man into the Spider-Verse

2. The Witch

3. Ten things I hate about you

4. How to lose a guy in ten days

5. The Other Woman

6. Legally Blonde

7. Criminal Minds (not a movie)

Bonus. Lilo and Stitch

Show me your true selves (if you feel like it) @oh-no-another-idea @imaginativemind29new @clairelsonao3

“I’m of the stars,” she confided. “I belong to them.”

She trailed a hand along the banister.

“But then, so does everyone else. The same material that makes up all of us is what makes up stars, you see?”

She tipped her head to one side in concession.

“I’m not made of stars in the way you are. I wield them, I control them, I breathe them. But they control me, too.”

They stared at her now, wide and terrified.

“They sing to me. It’s the kind of thing I can’t explain to you. I wouldn’t, even if I could.”

She paused.

“I wield the stars. And do you know what stars do?” She leaned forward, a breath from their face. “They burn.”

“I won’t tell you anything,” the protagonist snarled.

The villain smiled dangerously. “Oh, I love it when they say that.” They tested the edge of their blade. “It makes it so much more fun when they break.” They tapped their knife against the protagonists chin.

“Now, love, will you be making me break you?”

The protagonist glared.

The villain’s smile widened.

“Oh, darling.” They winked. “Try not to stain my shoes when you bleed.”

The protagonist told them everything.

And the villain enjoyed every minute of it.