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[[Summary: Hero meets his otherworld self named Grayman. I'm tired and wiped so it's probably going to be a short one.]]

"Yeah and unlike you super-himbo, I got super-notta! Being rich was my super power and it worked really well." Grayman grinned impishly. "Besides, I stole it from Villain."

Hero's face paled. "My Villain? You stole this money from my Villain? DID YOU HURT THEM? DID THEY ASK ABOUT ME?" They nearly screamed, vibrating in place.

Grayman quirked a single eyebrow. "What? No I didn't hurt them, I didn't even see them. Weirdest thing all the doors accepted my thumbprint and DNA. It was like...." His voice trailed off as his eyes went wide.

"Are you and.....Villain?"

"NO! No, of course not. 'It's simple economics. If I keep locking doors you'll just break them and it costs a lot.' " Hero mimicked in Villains voice chuckling.

"Why would they ask about y-" Grayman started still confused.

"Anyway! Sure, yeah! Great! Stolen money from Villain, cool, cool, cool. Hey I gotta use the bathroom real quick." Hero muttered and practically ran for the bathroom.

Grayman frowned. That was.....suspicious. He didn't worry about it too much though. He had money! Wonderful, wonderful mone-

"Hey babe I picked up some wine on the way home. Why did you call me silly boy, you know I always come by on-" A distinct feminine voice called out as they walked into the apartment. Freezing as soon as they came into view of the living room.

"You!" They said at the same time pointing a finger at each other.

"Villain!" Grayman shouted dropping into a ready postion.

"Who the hell are you? IS THAT MY MONEY?" VIllain roared going for the gun tucked into the back of there jeans.

"STOP! STOP STOP!" Hero yelled as they came bursting out of the bathroom and through the door. Splintering it to pieces as they jumped between the two.

"Stop! This isn't what it looks l-" Hero started.

"Hero what the!? Just let me kill her real-"

"Kill me? Hero who is this!?" Villain roared.

Hero sighed. How did he get himself into this mess?

Prompt #3303

The hero looked nervously at the duffel bag of cash, then back up at their alternate universe self. “I still feel like taking stolen money is bad, even if it’s from your world and not mine.”

“Oh no, this is from your universe. Otherwise the security features would be all wrong.”

“Wait…you stole all of this already? You’ve only been in my universe for sixteen hours!”

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Henchman knew he screwed up the minute the portal popped out of existence and with it, Hero. Forever locked in a random dimension Henchman had no way of accessing again. That was why he never used his portals......because they were one way.

"Henchman! Has Hero shown up yet? The trap is already in place!" Villain cackled over the radio.

Oh.....oh no.

"Nope." Henchman blurted over the radio. "Still quiet down here. Check the skies?" He offered in a nervous voice.

"Hero can't fly Henchman. Honestly this is why you will always be the Henchman. Just don't be foolish enough to try and fight him on your own. Hero could break you in the blink of an eye." Villain sneered over the radio.

"Right....." Henchman muttered. "I'm uh gonna do a perimeter check. Henchman out."

He was so screwed.

As a villain henchman, the number 1 rule you’re always taught is to never outshine the boss. However, during a small bank heist, you accidentally kill your boss’ arch nemesis, and the legion of superheroes now see YOU as their ultimate threat.

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"I present to you, our dating contract. Please feel free to have your lawyers look it over." Molly said in a neutral tone as she passed the rather thick and official looking document to Vincent.

"This....why is the front page an NDA? So I can't tell anyone we are dating?" Vincent asked as he read over the front page. It really was some kind of legal document.

Vincent didn't know how to feel about this.

"Of course not. The clear difference in social classes would cause major backlash both with the public and the nobility. This is to protect you just a much as it is to protect you." She assured him.

"I....." Vincent numbly began reading through the pages. She really had thought of everything or maybe a lawyer? Who's job was it to write up this kind of thing. More importantly though.....

How many people had signed this contract or one similar? Not just for Molly but for the nobility and royalty in general? He wasn't a fool. It didn't directly say it but he knew exactly what it was.

It was a Paramour contract.

Of course Vincent had heard of them. They were the basis for a lot of forbidden romance books and tv shows. He had never thought they were an actual legit thing but.....well, here one was.

And Molly wanted him to sign it.

Vincent felt like he was going to be sick to his stomach. Pushing back the contract and standing up.

"I can't sign this." Vincent murmured as he gathered up his bag and coat. Doing his best to avoid looking directly at her. He wasn't sure he would have the willpower otherwise.

"What?" She blurted. "Wha-why, I thought you wanted to..." She started and trailed off.

"I....not like this. It's not that the terms of the contact. I just....if you can't trust me enough you need it writing then it's never going to work. That may not be fair to you but the entire thing is unfair to me. Excuse me Lady St Claire." Vincent managed to say in a level tone before retreating from the room.

"I..." She had started to say. If she said anything else Vincent didn't hear it as he left.

secret relationship prompts

feel free to use :)

why are they a secret couple? is it because they’re scared of what people think or because they’re doing something they shouldn’t? and if it’s the latter do they get repercussions or is them doing something they shouldn’t rewarded by you, the author?

whispered convos in passing

the built up tension being let out once they finally get time alone

“are you sure about this?”

“are we doing the right thing?”

“why don’t you want to tell anyone about us?”

“i want to be enough for you.” “you are, okay? but this is different.”

meeting at the end of their classes in a deserted hallway to share a quick kiss

“i’m never going to be the person you’d take home to your parents, am i?”

what if one wants to become public and how does the other respond to that?

“how long are we going to do this?”

“shhh.” i will let u interpret that dialogue how u wish

“i just need ten minutes of your time before class.” “i’ll give you five.” “five works.”

“i don’t need anything else. i don’t care if no one knows, as long as you’re mine.”

who asked who to be secret?

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[[Summary: Girl can't use her light magic because dude revived her using necrotic magic. Now he has to act as her conduit for mana and get super swoll in light magic or get caught]]

"What's wrong Lumia?" Sherri asked in a confused tone. "It's just a basic [light] spell. You're the Saintess, come on you got this."

Lumia furrowed her brows as she tried to ignite the spell card. Yet no matter how many times she tried the spell card did nothing.

Van nearly dropped his wand as all the pieces clicked in his head.

Of course she couldn't use light magic anymore! She was completely comprised of soul and necrotic mana! Meaning as the Saintess she legitimately couldn't use most of her magic now.

Van gripped the side of his worktable with one hand as the world began to spin. There was no way he wouldn't be caught now. What happened if they did a cleansing or had her meditate in the chamber of Tranquility? Would she burst into flames?

Van smirked at the mental image.

Okay, as funny as it was, his execution would follow shortly after when they called in a Judicator or worse an angel. No, he needed to figure something out and figure it out fas-

An idea came to him all at once.

"[Dual casting], [Chain casting], [mana-feed]." Van murmured the incantations under his breath and fed as much light and divine mana as he had into the invisible link that had somehow formed between them.

"See, easy peasy!" Sherri cheered a moment later. Van opening his eyes to see Sherri cheering on Lumia, who had the audacity to have a smug look on her face at the glowing spell card.

Van sighed in relief.

"Eww!" Yuria flinched away from him as a pool of blood burst from his nose and all over the spell card he had been working on. Coughing a few times as he quickly covered his face

Right, his primary attribute was necrotic, light was actually his weakest. He had started feeding the link but she had instinctively ripped what he had at the same time. His lack of light magic use causing a rebound.

Well at least he found a way to make it work.

Now he just had to completely switch focuses and attribute studies. All so he didn't end up executed for using forbidden magic.

"Sorry, allergies." Van muttered in a nasally tone. Adding a wink for good measure. Yuria giving him a disgusted look before walking away.

"I hate my life." Van groaned.

Prompt

When a young sorcerer accidentally causes the death of their class rival/nemesis in a prank gone too far, they try to right the wrong by utilizing their special, forbidden talent: necromancy. After resurrecting their nemesis and covering their tracks, the sorcerer is relieved that they’ve gotten away with it all. The only issue? Necromancy establishes a life line between the practitioner and the resurrected, and as this connection manifests in strange ways, it becomes harder and harder for the sorcerer to convince their nemesis that nothing has changed between them.

- Lynn

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"Why my dear? Surely there isn't a bigger joke at this party then the gown you wear?" Fool hummed as they swiped up yet another cupcake to add to the three they were already juggling.

"You dare!" The Lady scoffed.

"Dare I do! For we all know it's true!" Fool mused, the upturned grin hidden behind the comedy and tragedy mask he had become so fond of.

"Fool." The Queen warned in that usual tone she took. However he was his Queen's Fool and the slight upturn of her own lips wasn't missed by the Fool.

No, no one knew his Queen like the Fool. After all what kind of man would make a Fool of himself?

A man in love of course.

"

Dialogue Prompt #146

"If you're going to come to my masquerade dressed as a fool, the very least you could do is be funny."

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[[Summary: Yesss! I love it! I was actually listening to Bebussy-Clair de Lune when I read this prompt. So yeah, enjoy. Super short but whatever. ]]

"Do you want me to tell you a story Child?" Shadow asked as it ever so gently lowered Child back into bed. Child seeming to relax at Shadow's very presence.

"Yes Shadow, tell me a story." Child murmured with the smallest of smiles. An age old routine that always brought him comfort.

"Once upon a time there was a boy." Shadow started. There soft voice seeming to whisper from everywhere as they settled onto the bed next to him.

"Was he a happy boy?" Child asked hopeful.

"No, he was a sad and lonely boy. With no friends and no family. So one night under the full moon he reached down and pulled out his own Shadow." Shadow mused.

"Shadow, that's how we met." Child chuffed as they rolled over. "You'll never leave me, will you Shadow?"

"As long as there is light in you, I will always be your Shadow."

Short Prompt #1071

You awake in a cold sweat, frantically gasping for air. The shadows shudder around you.

“Bad dream?” A soft voice echoes from the shadows, its owner quietly materializing beside your bed.

Your gaze focuses on the monster, and you instinctively hold out your hand. They take it. Careful claws hold you as you catch your breath. “Y-Yeah…, again.”

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[[Summary: I love it so I'm running with it. Dumbass Henchman and too serious Villain ]]

"You shouldn't swear to God. I legit saw Odin at the gap last week." Henchman murmured shifting from one foot to the other.

"Henchman...." Villain growled.

Henchman mimicked zipping his lips and throwing away the key and gave Villain a wink for good measure. Which of course elicited an eye roll from the Villain.

"Well go on! You're the professional locksmith! Go unlock the vault before Hero gets here." Villain stammered waving the gun at the citizens who seemed more baffled by the exchange than anything.

"Right get the-wait did you say professional locksmith?" Henchman blurted as he froze mid-step towards the vault. Realizing they may have a problem.

"Yes, your Misdeeds profile said 5 years as a professional locksmith. Go open the vault!" Villain huffed.

"Oh....." Henchman swallowed and slowly turned towards Villain.

"Uh...I think there may have....uh been a bit of typo." Henchman chuckled nervously as sweat began to build on his brow.

"Excuse me?" Villain's voice was so low and cold Henchman was sure he would see his frosty breath at any moment.

"Yeah, funny thing actually. It's five years of being a clocksmith. It's really cathartic and soothing for the..soul." Henchman's voice trailed off as he fidgeted nervously. Suddenly finding the banks potted plants very interesting.

"Clocksmith."

"Yep, Clocksmith."

Villain screamed.

Villain stormed into the bank, brandishing their gun. “Nobody move. Put your hands in the air.”

“And wave ‘em like you just don’t ca—“

Villain shushed their subordinate angrily. “Henchman, I swear to god.”

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[[Summary: What? Angst? You want angst? Ugh I'm tired, why not these are really good. Eh..... idk just read if you want, I guess.]]

I-I-I got this feeling, yeah, you know Where I'm losing all control 'Cause there's magic in my bones I-I-I got this feeling in my soul Go ahead and throw your stones 'Cause there's magic in my bones

“You gave me every single reason to stay away from you yet I still fell, and now look where that’s gotten me?” 

Where indeed.

"Yet you at like it wasn't your own choice. All I asked was what your true desire was. Is it my fault that happened to be...well, me? We both know better than that Azriella." The first son of God hummed with a placid if not bored expression.

"You're so cruel." She sobbed from where she had fallen. The singed remains of her feathered wings falling around her like ash. Once one of the most beautiful of all God's creations.

"Part of the gig darlin." Luc chuckled as he strolled towards her. Straightening the sleeves of the immaculate white suit. Somehow completely untouched and stain free despite the pools of blood and that surrounded them.

"You were suppose to be my light bringer."

"And you were suppose to be my angel of death."

List of angst prompts (pt. 2)

“You have me.” “I had you.”

“You were never once honest with me.” “Maybe not, but I was honest with how I felt about you.”

“You’re doing the exact thing you swore you’d never do.” 

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt more alone than when I was with you.” 

“I gave it my all. I really did, and yet none of it was enough to satisfy you.”

“You’ve wrung me fucking dry. I have nothing left to give.” 

“You gave me every single reason to stay away from you yet I still fell, and now look where that’s gotten me?” 

“I’m tired of giving my heart to you, only to have it returned, more shattered than before.” 

“I tried, okay? I tried my fucking damndest, and it still wasn’t enough for you. I’m not enough for you.”

“I’ve only ever known how to ruin things.”

“I fell in love with the version of you that you wanted me to fall in love with, not the real you.”

“You’re not in love with me. You’re in love with the idealised version of me.” 

“I hope you’re happy with them.” 

“I wish you were dead.”

“Oh, so now I’m a burden?”

“You promised me a forever, so don’t you dare go breaking that.” 

“I love you.” “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

“You’re so cruel.” 

“You were my only friend.”

“What more do you want from me?!” 

“You broke me so fucking bad.”

“You promised me you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“You gave up on us so easily.”

“I’m not taking you back.”

“I think it’s best if we stay apart.”

“You’re right there, yet I still miss you so fucking much.”

“How did things end up like this?”

“I’m just so tired.” 

“I wish you’d just let me love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

“I hate that you’re crying because of me.”

“You could never love me the way I loved you, because you’re incapable of loving, you fucking monster.” 

“It was never you.” 

“Why can’t you just let me be happy?” 

“How’s it feel to be fucked over so badly?”

“You’d do the same if you were me.” “I wouldn’t, because I’m not you. Because I know right from wrong.” 

“You’re five years too late.”

“I hope that was worth it.”

“Why can’t you just fucking leave me alone?!” 

“I can’t get over you no matter how hard I try and it’s killing me.” 

“Be honest with me — did any of this mean anything to you at all?” 

“You’ve ruined everything.”

“You know what? I don’t care anymore. Do whatever you want.”

“Maybe I’m the problem.”

“What makes you think I ever cared about you?”

“You don’t mean that. I know you don’t. Please say you don’t mean that.” 

“I’m finally getting over you and you decide to come back now and fuck things up?”

“I deserve better than this; than you.”

“You’re my biggest regret. I hope you know that.” 

“I’m too tired to be angry at you.”

“I don’t want to have anything to do with you from here on out.” 

(pt. 1)

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[[Summary: Ayyyyye let's get all those feels out. What? You want Asajj Ventress x Starkiller/Galen Marek? Why didn't you just say so. Dont ask me how this works. I've always been curious how these two would interact in various scenarios. So here is some Asajj and Galen being angsty sith]]

“thi-this was a waste of time. you were a waste of time!” Asajj spat. Her voice full of venom, anger, and sadness. Hallmarks of the power that burned in each of them like a blazing fire. The short distance between them feeling like lightyears.

Starkiller didn't know what to say, so he said nothing. As if words could change anything. It simply couldn't be. If Lord Vader learned she existed, learned of his feelings. He would use her against him.

Just like he used Juno.

If he didn't kill her then he would turn her against Starkiller. That was the fate of the Sith, kill or be killed. Which was why this could only end one way. Asajj was the apprentice and Starkiller was the Master.

”is this what you wanted, huh? you could just make me fall in love with you and then just- just fucking leave? do you really expect me to be okay with that?” Asajj yelled when he didn't answer. He could feel her fury in the force. The desperation in her voice.

"I wish we had more time." Starkiller finally said. His voice barely above a whisper as he turned away from the viewport to face the woman he had fallen in love with.

It took everything he had not to let his feelings ring out in the force. To hide the pain at the sight of her tears. How he wanted to reach out to her with the force and just pull her to him. To never let her go and keep her safe.

"I'm sorry Ventress, I don't love you. I have never loved you, I was simply using you for more power." Starkiller said. His voice modulated by the Sith mask he wore. Better to hide his pain stricken expression.

Ventress let out a warcry before igniting her saber and launching herself at Starkiller. Dual red sabers met dual red sabers and the final waltz began.

"Did you really mean that?" She snarled lightning enveloping her saber as it crashed against Starkiller's, forcing him to a knee. She had gained so much power in such a short time.

"Do you really not love me!?" She screamed her emotions getting the better of her and allowing Starkiller to roll out of the way of her next strike and to his feet. Countering with his own set of flurries. Hoping to end it before he lost his nerve.

"I don't believe it!" She roared as force lightning met force lightning. Igniting a battle of wills and convictions.

The thing was. A lot of Force users either forgot or ignored one facet of the dark side.

Passion

Red hot burning passion overwhelmed him so completely it sucked the air from his lungs and made his vision go white. He was sure his end had finally come for him.

Yet the next time he opened his eyes, she was there. Her face twisted in a snarl of anger that was so beautiful Starkiller wanted to lock it in his memory forever.

“if you don’t love, prove it to me. prove me that you’ve never felt something towards me. look at me.” She hissed between clenched teeth. Locking his gaze with her own golden eyes. Far removed from the pale sickly yellow usually present in Sith eyes.

Starkiller wasn't sure how long they stared at each other. Only that the tension was slowly building.

Then it snapped.

There mouths crashed against each other's at the same moment the walls and floor around them began to groan and whine. The pressure from the intensity of the kiss threatening to tear the room apart.

Golden arcs of force lightning jumping between and connecting there bodies. A unmovable force colliding with a unstoppable force a convergence of passions and love.

The Jedi spoke of the dangers of getting attached.

The Sith spoke of the weakness that came with love.

Yet neither side seemed to understand the truth.

The force was love. It was passion, fury, rage, hate, anger, sorrow, happiness, and everything in between. It was simply choosing which facet one chose to emulate.

Starkiller? He had spent most of his life emulating the anger and hate he had saw in his master. In that moment though?

He simply existed.

~FORBIDDEN LOVE PROMPTS~

“no, we can’t- we cant do this.”

“why did you ignore me? you just- you threw me away, like i was some discardable trash” “i had to, i had no choice.”

“someone might see us- stop.”

small nose bumps to comfort one another.

tears forming in person a’s eyes as they watch person b fall in love with someone else.

“i know i don’t say this enough but, i love you. remember that.”

“did you really mean that? you don’t love me?”

sadsexsadsexsadsexsadsexsadsexsadsex

“if you don’t love, prove it to me. prove me that you’ve never felt something towards me. look at me.” *before completely devouring each other.*

”is this what you wanted, huh? you could just make me fall in love with you and then just- just fucking leave? do you really expect me to be okay with that?”

“i wish we’d have more time.”

THE HUG THAT FEELS LIKE THE LAST ONE SO THEYRE GRABBING EACH OTHER AND HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE

“when we were together, i had a book of all the pictures we’d taken. remember how we used to take atleast one photograph on each date?”

them looking at each other from a distance, knowing they can’t do anything but say goodbye.

“thi-this was a waste of time. you were a waste of time.”

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[Summary: A Hero whose soul has been fused with Demon Lord's. The church of Light that once supported him now hunting him. All the while the Demon Lord attempts to corrupt his soul]

“everything is just a competition for you… isn’t it?” The Demoness murmured as she rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest.

“isn’t it for you, too?” The Hero asked tilting his head.

"What? No, why would you think that?" She asked confused. She had really been beat by this simpleton?

"I don't know. They just teach us dem-whatever, forget it." The Hero hummed waving her off. "Still beat you." He added with a smirk.

"Because you cheated! You threw sand in my eyes and bit me! What kind of Hero does that?" She nearly screamed at him. Hero thankful only he could hear or see her soul projection.

"The kind that wants to win? What? All is fair in love and war. Biting is like....kissing but with a winner" He quoted with a grin as she glared at him.

"You are so insufferable! Why don't you just go fuck yourself!" She huffed throwing her arms up in defeat.

"Stop being a coward and do it yourself." He insisted.

The Demoness let out a shrill scream of frustration and attempted to walk away or disappear. Before she could though strong arms spun her around and she came face to face with the Hero. The only person who could touch her in this hellish form.

"What are you doing?" The Demon Lord stammered finding she couldn't pull away from his grip.....nor did she want too.

"With your permission? Kissing you hopefully."

[To be continued]

enemies to lovers midpoint prompts

as the request stated, that ‘i am trying really hard to keep hating you‘ phase, or what i like to call the reluctant friend stage. feel free to use :)

“i think we’re friends now.” “God, don’t say that.”

“everything is just a competition for you… isn’t it?” “isn’t it for you, too?”

“h—” “don’t talk to me.”

“i’d pay good money for you to admit you tolerate me.” “tolerate being the operative word.”

“why can’t you open up to me?” “why do you want me to?”

they’re so used to hating each other sometimes the snide remarks just slip out LMAO

like “should i get you something too?” “you can get out of my fa— woah, hehe. sorry.”

“you’re still on that?” “still on that..??? STILL ON THAT?????? I CANT STAND YOU???!!!(!;!”

a whispered moment between them ; “i’m trying so hard to hate you.” “why?”

they’re trying hard to hate each other then something happens (plot) and they’re stuck together which makes it ten times harder

“be honest with me.” “but why? why would i do that?”

“stop.” “stop what?” “being so kind to me.”

remember… they hated each other a couple chapters back. what changed? why did it change? who did it start to change in first?

the moment where your character asks themselves; “when did this nuisance become so important to me?”

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Hero x Villain Doppelganger [Summary: In which a Hero is stuck in a cosmic elevator with the villain version of themselves. Eventually the topic of romance arises......] Romance, flirty, teasing. idk.

"So like, have you taken over the world? Oh man, please tell me you built a deathray." Hero hummed excitedly. It wasn't like the cosmic elevator was going to unstuck it's self and why fight when he got to meet his literal opposite, who was a girl! A hot girl and a super villain! How cool was that? She was even one of those super suave Villain's that had a code of ethics and stuff.

"Please, why a deathray when you can build a danceray?" Villain purred with a feline like smirk. The literal definition of cool if not a little....eccentric. She was rich in her world so they got to call her that. In his world Hero was just....well, weird.

"A danceray? Like they can't stop dancing ever? I mean....what kind of dancing?" Hero asked curiously.

"Tango of course. How about you? A big strapping Hero like you. I'm sure you've put some notches in you're belt." She teased waggling her eyebrows. "Ever nail a Villain?"

Hero felt his face heat up. "What!? Of course not! Villain on my world is well, Villain. She wouldn't be interested in me. You haven't? WHAT?"

Villain cackled at his stunned expression. Brushing her shoulders off and giving Hero a small wink.

"A Lady never kisses and tell but he's my good boy." She practically purred with a grin that would look at home in a yandere anime. Hero had to admit it was just a touch creepy, still cool, but creepy.

"I wish my Villain would call me a Good boy." Hero pouted as his shoulders drooped. "She hates me. She's always trying to kill me."

Villain scooted across the elevator and patted him on the back. Poor Hero, he didn't seem like that upstanding of a guy. In another life she might actually try and corrupt his soul. Clearly it was already hurting though.

"Cheer up Champ. Trying to kill you is like....our way of saying hi. I'm sure she likes you. Ha she ever done anything special just for you? Chased of all the other Villains so you could focus on her as your true nemisis? That's always a classic." Villain mused with a wistful smile.

"She sent me a box of chocolates on valentines day once. " Hero offered in a sullen voice.

"See that's a-" Villain started.

"They were poisoned and then the box exploded. She sent me a bouquet of mutated Oleander's and Snake Lillie's. I almost didn't make it to the hospital that time." Hero mused like h was remembering a fond memory.

"Oh boyo, she has it for you bad. Exploding chocolates? Poisonous flowers? She's practically throwing herself at your feet. You know I could offer you some advice...." Villain offered with a noncommittal shrug. "You know, if you wanted."

"REALLY?" Hero practically shouted. With doppelganger Villain's help he was sure to win over his world's Villain. Who knew a Villain better than a Villain.

"Please, please, please! I'll do anything! Literally anything!" Hero begged. Anything to finally win over Villain.

"Anything?" Villain asked quirking a single eyebrow. She knew that Hero was desperate. She could have some real fun. Give his world's Villain a real treat.

"Okay but you have to swear. Swear on your life and code as a Hero you will do exactly as I say! It's the only way." Villain insisted in a sage like tone.

Hero nodded desperately. He would do anything "I swear it!" He said and sealed his fate.

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Villain was annoyed.

It had been nearly two months since she had thrown Hero into the hell portal. She had hoped maybe he would get the hint to use the place as a date idea. It had been far too long since she had been to Hell's spas.

She was beginning to worry that maybe he didn't survive. Which was ludacris really. He was the Hero, THE Hero. Strong, tough and too kind for his own good. What if Lillith managed to con him? That succubus would.

Villain was just debating on popping over when her phone went off. Informing her she had a text of all things. Which was strange she didn't ever get texts. Only her family and Hero had her number. Though he had never used it.

At least not until now.

Villain let out something between a gasp, meep, and squeak all at once. Her eyes going wide at the picture the Hero of all people had sent her.

He was standing in what looked like.....an elevator? More importantly he had stripped the top off his outfit but kept his domino mask. He was wearing.....a pair of....were those dog ears? They looked like dog ears. A thick black collar around his neck. A chain leading from the large loop in front to the chain in his own hand. His face a deep crimson as he looked off camera his hands held up infront of him. A single caption at the bottom of the picture. 'Woof, woof. I lost my master, will you adopt me? Hurry, currently taking applications.'

Villain wasn't sure how long she stared at the picture. Only becoming aware again when a drop of blood plopped onto the screen. Apparently at some point she had started having a nose bleed.

Then she was up and moving in a flurry.

She had a puppy to adopt.

Prompt #3298

“So in your universe we’re a villain?”

The villain version of them nodded.

“Are we any good at it?”

“A little too good at it, actually.”

“Ah, yeah. That’s what I thought.”

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How many can I use in one short story?

[[Summary: I loved all of these so I decided to see how many I could use in a short story. Why? Because I drank too much coffee and can't sleep! Woo! Plot basis: Neko waits for his roommate Lupa to come home. Only noticing she is gone after waking from a nap. So here we go, starting with number 3.]]

"Lupa?" Neko called out. Letting out a long yawn and graceful stretch as he patted down the hallway and into the living room. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand and blinking as he looked around. Quickly narrowing them when he noticed Lupa wasn't present and glanced up at the clock.

One thirty two am.

Neko felt an involuntary growl escape his throat. Sure it was Saturday but Lupa was never out this late. Either she was already home or she would have dragged those idiot packmates of hers home.

'Stop inviting your friends over all the time! You alone are enough to deal with.' Neko hissed as Lupa tucked a blanket around one of the passed out college girls neck. One of many Lupa had brought home insisting it was safer they slept over rather than walk home in the dark. Neko had simply glared at her before marching off to his room.

What if she had listened? What if she had listened and instead of bringing those idiots home and had walked them instead? What if something had happened? That dumb idiot was loyal and faithful enough she would do something stupid. It was one of the things Neko secretly admired about her.

Not that he would ever admit it outloud.

Neko stood in the living room staring for what felt like several minutes. Truth be told he didn't really know what to do with himself when Lupa wasn't around. Like a parasite she had somehow managed to firmly attach herself to him.

He couldn't watch any anime because he didn't want to get ahead of her. He couldn't play video games. All of his recent purchases had been co-op games and he didn't want to outlevel her on the mmo they were playing. She was always so useless when it came to video games. Still she always tried and it wasn't…..unenjoyable.

Reading was an option………except Lupa had recently taken to reading to him before he napped, which was often. So the prospect didn't seem as exciting as it usually did. Even if his 'to read' bookshelf was starting to overflow.

It was weid to think that one of his greatest nemisis from highschool had somehow ended up being his roomate. He blamed his sister who set the whole thing up without telling him. Tuition had taken up most of his savings and he couldn't afford a place on his own. He had been desperate and he didn't have any other option. That had been….almost two years ago now? Had it really been that long? It didn't feel like it.

"Muwh." Neko grumbled and patted off towards the bathroom. A shower would at least pass the time and despite his haggard and unkempt appearance most the time. Neko very much preferred to be clean.

Slanted green eyes stared at him in the reflection of the mirror. His thick black hair falling around his shoulders almost like a mane. For once his skin wasn't completely pale, not quite a tan but not pastey either. A result of Lupa dragging him out of the apartment and to the park to play frisbee of all things. Literally whining and pouting outside his door until he would give in. Why was he such a pushover whenever it came to her?

Reluctantly he had to admit his life was…..he didn't want to say better but……well, it maybe, sort of…..made her life better that he was around. Yeah, it made her life better that he was around!

After all who took care of her when she was sick? Neko had been mortified at Lupa's 'rub dirt on it and walk it off' approach to taking care of herself. Nor would she allow anyone to help her. The foolish idiot probably thought she was a burden on people or something equally as thick skulled. If Neko happened to pick up an extra vitamin water from the store or make chicken noodle soup it was purely coicedental.

He didn't even want to start on her diet. 'Garbage disposal' was an apt description. The three first prize ribbons for eating contests that she was so proud of a testement to her glutony.

Neko slunk into the shower enjoying the warmth and heat. The small speaker on the pedestal sink playing through a random playlist. If he was thankful for one thing it was that Lupa never complained about his music. Her own tastes were limited but she was always asking him for suggestions or offering to take him to concerts.

"Okay, bye! Love you!" Lupa called out as she headed for the door.

"What did you just say?" Neko stammered feeling his cheeks heat up. Surely he had to have heard her wrong.

"Sorry, it's a habit. It has nothing to do with you!" She had called back before slamming the door.

Love you.

Neko shook the thought along with the water from his head as he stepped out of the shower. Of course she hadn't meant it, meant it. How many times had he heard it say it to her friends? Or even the potted bush in the living room when she was drunk? It didn't mean anything and it wasn't like he wanted it to mean anything.

It wasn't like it was that uncommon to daydream about really. She was always sitting in his room even when he complained. Sometimes telling him about her day and other times silently going over her own studies. Yet it never felt like an intrusion of space. Wondered what she would say if he told her not to leave one evening, to crawl in bed with him. Would she?

Of course she wouldn't. Neko was……book smart and tempormental Neko. Lupa was…….warm and bright, and amazing. She was Lupa and there was little chance she would be interested in someone like Neko. Though he had never known her to have a boyfriend or girlfriend.

Neko didn't realize he had dressed and walked back out to the living room until he found himself glowering at the clock.

Two o' two am.

No Lupa.

Neko threw himself on the couch with a huff. The movies said you had to wait twenty four hours before reporting someone missing…..He could always try calling her but wouldn't that be acting too much like he cared?

In the end he decided to text her.

Neko: Are you dead? That would be inconvinent.

Neko's heart skipped a beat when he saw the three little bubbles appear almost immediately. Had…..had she already had the chat head open? Probably coincidence.

Lupa: CAN I KEEP HIM!?

A moment later a picture appearing in the chat. A picture of Lupa who was holding a squirrel of all things. Leaning way too far towards the camera, her blonde hair falling around her face and highlighting the very low cut shirt she was wearing. Actually Neko swore he recognized that shirt…..

Neko: IS THAT MY ROMPAI SHIRT YOUR GIANT CHEST IS STRETCHING OUT?

Lupa: TOLD U I WOULD TAKE THEM IF YOU DIDNT CLEAN UP!

Why was he sinking to her level and using cap locks? Granted he did have a bad habit of leaving his clothes about. Still! That didn't give her permission to stretch out his shirts! Even if he was a bit jealous of said shirt.

Neko: You know, I might find a better place to live. This is only temporary after all.

Lupa: WHAT!?

Lupa: OMW NOW

Neko blined at the screen. Wait…what? He had only been joking had she really taken him serious? He knew she was gulliable but jeez.

His thumb hesitated as he went to reply. Nah, let her sweat a little bit, maybe she would learn her lession. It totally had nothing to do with him wanting her home. The pleased purring noise he made purely coincedental.

"NEKO!" Lupa's voice barked through the apartment as the front door slammed open. Startling Neko awake from his near sleeping state. At some point he had apparently started to drift off again. How long had it been since she te-

"I'm sorry Neko!" Lupa said as she burst into the living room. Her cheeks rosy and words clearly slurred from drinking. Nearly tripping over her feet as she skidded to a halt when she spotted him.

"Lupa you don't need to yell." Neko sighed rolling his eyes. "I was just-"

"I'm sorry Neko! I won't steal your clothes!" And in one smooth action she whipped off the black t-shirt she had stolen. Leaving a stunned Neko with a very generous view tanned curves and muscle.

"L-LUPA!" Neko blurted and clamped his hands over his eyes. His face turning beat red as his heart did an odd sort of summersault in his chest. He had seen her in bikinis before and relutctantly undegarments at her insistance it was fine. She had never been afraid to show off her body, the complete opposite of Neko.

"Fine! Fine! You can wear my clothes! Just put the-" Neko stammered but was cut off when he felt a weight settle against him. Warm and soft and feeling awfully lot like-

Neko opened his eyes to see Lupa had plopped herself into his lap. Leaning against his chest when he opened his eyes and grinning at him like an idiot.

"I love when you cook. You always have the best taste in food. I think it's adorable I have to keep the hallway light on because your scared of the dark. Even though you have like, insane night vision." Lupa giggled nuzzling against him until her whole weight was settled against him.

"I hate when you lock yourself in your room and won't come out all day. It never bugs me when you always complain but never tell me to go away. When you think I don't notice you steal my choclate or when you argue about chores just so we can talk." Lupa murmured leaning up and planing a soft kiss on his chin.

"I just love you." She said with a shrug.

Neko for his part could only blink. She loved him? Wait, she knew he stole her choclate? How he was always so care-not the point.

Lupa loved him and he……

"I tolerate you." Neko said with a smirk.

Lupa chuffed. "Such a romantic."

"Mmm, carry me to bed." Neko demanded.

~ AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES ~ SECRET AFFECTION PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous request: roommates out of convenience arguing all the time but secretly liking each other

Feel free to use and reblog!

criticising the other's quirks while secretly adoring them

quietly looking out for the other when they're not feeling well

being worried when the other comes home late

making enough food that the other can have some too

liking the sound of their voice

considering what the other might think, even though they actually 'don't care'

"You have your own room! Why are you always sitting here?"

being weirdly disappointed when the other is in their room all the time

stealing their food/stuff because they have an immaculate taste

secretly enjoying spending the nights in with the other

"If you are leaving your clothes lying around like this, I warn you I'll adopt them as mine."

"You know, I might find a better place to live. This is only temporary after all." "What?!"

humming the songs the other always puts on full volume

being in a much more stable place since living together, even though the other irritates them to no end

"Stop inviting your friends over all the time! You alone are enough to deal with."

"Okay, bye! Love you!" "What did you just say?" "Sorry, it's a habit. It has nothing to do with you!"

"What do you mean, you're going to be away for a week?"

keeping on the lights because they know the other hates darkness

"By the way, there was someone asking for you, but I send them away. They were no good for you."

arguing like mad about the chores but hey, it's still an excuse to talk with each other

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Summary: Galen is a human Death Knight in service to the Demon Lord. During his final battle with his fellow generals. Where he encounters the Hero of Light.

Galen Glavius knew that death had come for him. Had swarmed and wiped out the rest of the Demon Lords generals and his men in white and gold. In blazes of light and holy magic until only he remained. Surrounded by all sides by Lightlanders. The fear they once had for had waned and was all but gone. His fear aura had run out some time ago and his mana was nearly empty.

Galen knew he wasn't as powerful or as intimidating as the other generals. He didn't have the might of Vulnt nor did he have Veska's ability with magic. He couldn't create illusions or charm others like Lillith could.

"Die!" One of the Lightlander's called out. Charging with his sword like some kind of fool. It never ceased to amaze Galen just how little skill the Lightlander's had. If not for there overwhelming numbers Galen was sure they would have crushed them ages ago.

Galen easily parried the blade with his own spear. Impaling the soldier through his gut and carrying them off there feet and slamming them down onto there neck. Creating a sickening grotesque scene of gore. Causing several of the other Lightlander's to hesitate.

Once upon a time he had been Galen Godspear. One of the very first hero's to be summoned to the Colored kingdoms. He had been a Lightlander just like them.

He had been ripped from his world and forced to fight in a war he wanted nothing to do with. He fought, bled, and killed for them. Only to be betrayed and left for dead. Violetta the current Demon Lord had found his corpse and ripped his soul from the beyond.

Gave him a chance to fight.

To get vengeance.

Reborn simply as the Death Knight.

"Gah!" Galen fell to a knee as yet another light arrow pierced his side. He had lost count of how many he had been hit with. The Death Knight mantle did a fairly good job of nullifying pain but even it had it's limits.

'Get up.' He told himself as he dug the butt of his spear into the ground. No matter how hard he tried though his legs wouldn't move. His arms were heavy and he was.....tired, so very tired.

How long had he been fighting now?

Had he killed enough of them to finally feel satisfied? Knowing this was his end...could he finally rest in peace?

Galen closed his eyes and prepared for the end....again. Sickened that he felt no more vindicated than he had before. That the gnawing hunger in his gut still remained and the anger in his chest still burned. Burned so hot that it had consumed him.

Body, mind and soul.

"Stay your hand soldier, I want to keep this one." The words cut through the thrumming in his ears like a ringing bell.

Somehow he found the strenght to open his eyes, to lift his head and look to the source of the voice. His eyes locking onto the figure. Feeling a mixture of fear, shock, and bafflement.

They sat on a pure white unicorn of all things. Dressed in decorated if not somewhat risque white and gold armor was a high elf woman.

At least Galen was pretty sure she was a high elf. She had the usual gold tinted skin, sun bleached hair, and pointed ears that was a common feature of high elves. Yet she had a more square set to her jaw, shorter than most elves, a halfbreed?

"Hero?" The Lightlanderer asked in a confused tone. There sword hanging at the ready to strike Galen down.

Galen's eyes narrowed at the singular word. So she was the Hero, a natural born one at that. Yet Galen had never known the Hero's blade to take the form of....was that a whip? What kind of hero used a whip?

Something about the way the Elf looked at him sent a shock of a feeling he couldn't quite identify. Her eyes were studying him curiously, like he was a particularly interesting bauble. The smile on her lips though was downright wolfish. Like she was about to lick her chops and consume him in a single bite.

He didn't like the feeling.

Why wouldn't she just kill him?

He refused to be poked and prodded by some magician. Studied by the Colored Church or serve to be some kind of example. If he was going to die, he wanted to go out fighting. Even if it was pointless, even if it didn't matter anymore.

Galen dug deep, deeper than he was sure he had ever before.

Grabbing hold of one final burst of energy. Shooting upward and grabbing the Lightlander to his left by the throat.

Snapping it one smooth action and draining the mana from the pitiful creature's soul like sucking marrow from a bone. It wouldn't be enough, not by a long shot. It would be enough though to give him a chance, one final chance.

"[Death Bo-" The words had started to leave his mouth as he turned raising his other hand. Sure he found find the Hero sitting on her steed the same as before. The spell dying on his lips as he gasped.

She had somehow moved from the unicorn. Within a few short breaths she had simply closed the distance. Her face inches from the mask of Galen's helm. Her eyes squinted as if she was trying to see beyond the blackness of the mask. A playful smile on her face as if she was playing a game.

Galen didn't know how to react. It was like.....standing next to the sun. Her very aura tingled and pricked against his skin. Her very presence sapping the last of his energy from him.

Galen's last thought was how not of her brightness or beauty.... but the lingering darkness behind her eyes. A faint shadow, barely present but still there.

Then everything went black.

[Part 1: End]

Alone and defiant to the end, the rest of your comrades have already fallen. You are about to accept your death as your hear a voice.

"Stay your hand soldier, I want to keep this one."

You turn to see a mounted elf in decorated armor, surrounded by a strange entourage.

[shamusotoole90]

[Issue 1: The Worse Outcome] [Summary: Rebel Rick one of the weakest but most annoying and feared hero's defeats yet another vict-villain.]

"What did you do?" Malestrom roared as he backhanded Rebel once again for what must have been the hundredth time. The toothy manic like grin never leaving his face. "Do you really want to know?" Rebel coughed. Flemm, blood, and possibly one of his teeth dripping to the ground. Why did he always wait until after they beat him up to reveal his ace in the hole? He really needed to start opening wit-

"Tell me Rebel or they all die!" Malestrom said pointing the oversized rail-gun at the cowering group of civilians. Rebel swore the man was overcompensating. Who really carried around a rail gun that big? What kind of batteries did it even take? The rate of fire had to be slower than a turtle trying to hump a-

"Rebel!" Malestrom flicked him in the forehead clearly annoyed.

"Sorry I have ADHD! It's a real thing." Rebel managed to weaze rubbing his ribs and throwing himself upright with a grunt. "What were we talking about?" "I'm sorry, I don't judge. ADHD is no joke." Malestrom said in a surprisingly understanding and calm voice. "The button, you pushed the button."

"Right, the button. Don't worry it didn't do anything that bad. Just uploaded your complete internet history to social media and ever news outlet." Rebel said with a shrug. Malestrom just blinked at him. The titan of a man that was an amalgamation of technology and science experiment gone wrong. Possibly one of the most dangerous villain's in all of Haven city stared down at Rebel.... .......and began to sweat. "You're bluffing. No one can do that." Malestrom said. He didn't sound too confident in his own words though. Rebel shrugged. "I could be or everyone in the world and possible multiverse knows you write Ultraman x Novalad fanfiction. Not that I'm judging, I thought it was pretty good." Something between a squeak, gasp, and sob escaped Malestrom all at once. --------[65 seconds later]------------ "Breaking news! Malestrom has just left the bank and appears to be surrendering. Wait.....is.....is he crying?" The Newsreporter asked skeptically.

Prompt #3294

“That’s the problem with you heroes. Always an inconvenience; never a threat.”

“Oh yeah?” the hero wheezed between blood-splattered lips, “how’s this for an inconvenience?”

They pushed the button.

[shamusotoole90]

Random Prompt?? Galen(1)

So yeah. I suck at tumblr and the basics of life. I somehow messed up posting and lost the original prompt source. If you know where it is from let whoever know or yeah. Anyway, here is something. For some odd reason Tumblr hates me so I'm going to split it up into sections for the sake of headache. Hopefully I learn how to twitter someday.

Summary:

Galen is a human Death Knight in service to the Demon Lord. During his final battle with his fellow generals. Where he encounters the Hero of Light.

Galen Glavius knew that death had come for him. Had swarmed and wiped out the rest of the Demon Lords generals and his men in white and gold. In blazes of light and holy magic until only he remained. Surrounded by all sides by Lightlanders. The fear they once had for had waned and was all but gone. His fear aura had run out some time ago and his mana was nearly empty.

Galen knew he wasn't as powerful or as intimidating as the other generals. He didn't have the might of Vulnt nor did he have Veska's ability with magic. He couldn't create illusions or charm others like Lillith could.

"Die!" One of the Lightlander's called out. Charging with his sword like some kind of fool. It never ceased to amaze Galen just how little skill the Lightlander's had. If not for there overwhelming numbers Galen was sure they would have crushed them ages ago.

Galen easily parried the blade with his own spear. Impaling the soldier through his gut and carrying them off there feet and slamming them down onto there neck. Creating a sickening grotesque scene of gore. Causing several of the other Lightlander's to hesitate.

Once upon a time he had been Galen Godspear. One of the very first hero's to be summoned to the Colored kingdoms. He had been a Lightlander just like them.

He had been ripped from his world and forced to fight in a war he wanted nothing to do with. He fought, bled, and killed for them. Only to be betrayed and left for dead. Violetta the current Demon Lord had found his corpse and ripped his soul from the beyond.

Gave him a chance to fight.

To get vengeance.

Reborn simply as the Death Knight.

"Gah!" Galen fell to a knee as yet another light arrow pierced his side. He had lost count of how many he had been hit with. The Death Knight mantle did a fairly good job of nullifying pain but even it had it's limits.

'Get up.' He told himself as he dug the butt of his spear into the ground. No matter how hard he tried though his legs wouldn't move. His arms were heavy and he was.....tired, so very tired.

How long had he been fighting now?

Had he killed enough of them to finally feel satisfied? Knowing this was his end...could he finally rest in peace?

Galen closed his eyes and prepared for the end....again. Sickened that he felt no more vindicated than he had before. That the gnawing hunger in his gut still remained and the anger in his chest still burned. Burned so hot that it had consumed him.

Body, mind and soul.

"Stay your hand soldier, I want to keep this one." The words cut through the thrumming in his ears like a ringing bell.

Somehow he found the strenght to open his eyes, to lift his head and look to the source of the voice. His eyes locking onto the figure. Feeling a mixture of fear, shock, and bafflement.

They sat on a pure white unicorn of all things. Dressed in decorated if not somewhat risque white and gold armor was a high elf woman.

At least Galen was pretty sure she was a high elf. She had the usual gold tinted skin, sun bleached hair, and pointed ears that was a common feature of high elves. Yet she had a more square set to her jaw, shorter than most elves, a halfbreed?

"Hero?" The Lightlanderer asked in a confused tone. There sword hanging at the ready to strike Galen down.

Galen's eyes narrowed at the singular word. So she was the Hero, a natural born one at that. Yet Galen had never known the Hero's blade to take the form of....was that a whip? What kind of hero used a whip?

Something about the way the Elf looked at him sent a shock of a feeling he couldn't quite identify. Her eyes were studying him curiously, like he was a particularly interesting bauble. The smile on her lips though was downright wolfish. Like she was about to lick her chops and consume him in a single bite.

He didn't like the feeling.

Why wouldn't she just kill him?

He refused to be poked and prodded by some magician. Studied by the Colored Church or serve to be some kind of example. If he was going to die, he wanted to go out fighting. Even if it was pointless, even if it didn't matter anymore.

Galen dug deep, deeper than he was sure he had ever before.

Grabbing hold of one final burst of energy. Shooting upward and grabbing the Lightlander to his left by the throat.

Snapping it one smooth action and draining the mana from the pitiful creature's soul like sucking marrow from a bone. It wouldn't be enough, not by a long shot. It would be enough though to give him a chance, one final chance.

"[Death Bo-" The words had started to leave his mouth as he turned raising his other hand. Sure he found find the Hero sitting on her steed the same as before. The spell dying on his lips as he gasped.

She had somehow moved from the unicorn. Within a few short breaths she had simply closed the distance. Her face inches from the mask of Galen's helm. Her eyes squinted as if she was trying to see beyond the blackness of the mask. A playful smile on her face as if she was playing a game.

Galen didn't know how to react. It was like.....standing next to the sun. Her very aura tingled and pricked against his skin. Her very presence sapping the last of his energy from him.

Galen's last thought was how not of her brightness or beauty.... but the lingering darkness behind her eyes. A faint shadow, barely present but still there.

Then everything went black.

[Part 1: End]

[shamusotoole90]

||Note: English isn't my first language. No edits, first draft, will continue at some point||

His name was Harry Heck. Sure, it wasn't a very famous name but it was his. If you knew where to look, maybe a pinboard at a funeral home or under a coaster at the local pub that you find his card.

Harry Heck Auricular Exorcist. (Serious calls only)

Most would laugh at the pain black card and gold lettering. Toss it in the trash and never think about it again. A few though, a few would find it. They would thumb it in there pocket and mull over the idea. Question if they believed in such silly things. Either out of desperation or hope they would call.

They always called.

Natalie Reeds didn't believe in anything she couldn't prove with her own two eyes. Had never been raised religious and outside funerals and weddings had never stepped into a church. Firmly placed in the ashiest category like the rest of her family.

At least she had been. All that had changed when she bought her new home. A quaint two bedroom cottage she had gotten for cheap despite it's beautiful condition. The relator all too ready to sell and hand the keys to her. Natalie hadn't thought much of it.

She had only been in the house for a week when it started. The first time it had been nearly two am and soundly asleep. Woken by the sound of a babies crying. Natalie had no children of her own but had grown up with nieces. Her body moving on autopilot as she got up and followed the source of the fussing. Down the hall and into the spare bedroom.

The bedroom that sat empty.

The bedroom that she had turned into an office.

All at once Natalie seemed to come to herself. The room was empty and the crying gone. She had chalked it up to a bad dream and went back to sleep, not giving it a second thought. Only for it to get worse.

A singular event turned into several a night. When she came home from work she would find baby toys in various places through out the house. Of course she had called her friends and family. Thinking one of them had played some kind sick joke. None of them fessed up though, saying they would never do something so crazy or ludicrous. It continued to the point she barely slept. Her performance began to slip at work, and finally she broke down and told one of her co-workers what was going on. One of her more….'spiritual' coworkers who insisted they look up the history of the house.

What they found horrified Natalie.

Nearly ten years ago a mother and father had simply abandoned there child in the home. Packed up everything and simply left the baby in the crib. It wasn't until nearly a week later that anyone found the baby. They didn't even have a name listed. Just 'unknown baby.' Her coworker suggested she contact one of her spiritualist friends. Normally Natalie would scoff at such an idea but she was so shaken and desperate she agreed without thinking. Digging a card out of her purse and passing it to Natalie. "Ignore the name and…well, title. He's the best out there, promise." Her coworker, Jenna, her name was Jenna. Had said with a sympathetic smile and rubbing her back.

Harry Heck Auricular Exorcist. (Serious calls only)

Natalie had never intended to call him. Like so many others she had intended to throw the card away but found herself tucking it into her pocket without thinking. Continuing her day without giving it a second thought.

Not until she got home that evening. Sitting in the driver seat of her car, staring at the house she had worked so hard to buy, yet was scared to even enter. Natalie broke down and began to cry. Not realizing she had pulled out the card and her phone until the line was ringing.

"Harry Heck, exorcist." Came a deep and gravely voice. The sound of people and music could be heard faintly in the background. "Hello?"

"Hello? I…..I need help." Natalie managed to stammer.

"Are you in some kind of danger ma'am? Who gave you my number?" The man asked in a much more serious and firm tone.

"Jenna, Jenna Walters my coworker. It's…….I don't know what it is." She said beginning to sob again. The man patiently waiting and reassuring her everything would be fine.

"Why don't you try and explain from the beginning and we'll go from there yeah? What's your name?" He asked in a warm and comforting voice. The kind of voice that could lull you to sleep reading a book or humming a song.

"Natalie and……I…..it's my house…." She started and then it all came out at once. The crying, the toys, everything. Even what her and Jenna had learned. How she was scared to go back in the house, hadn't slept in weeks and felt like she was going crazy. She was even thinking about calling the police.

"Please, I need your help."

-End part 1(Cuz I'm tired and lazy)

What if there was a musician/song writer/singer who could see and talk to ghosts?

And them being the wonderful song writer decides to share the stories of the undead through their songs.

What if an overly romantic ghost requested a song dedicated to their lover? A song dedicated to a soldiers story? A song about a wasted life? A song about regrets? Happiness? Sorrow?

Every soul has a story, every story is a soon to be written song. Also what if the ghosts move on to the afterlife (or something like that, idk) once they hear the song or the song serves their purpose?

For example a song dedicated to a ghost's special someone and ghost finally can move on once the song is heard?

-that's all i got so far, but if someone can write this pls send me a link or something. I want to read a story like but unfortunately lack the ability to write a story