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sunnynwanda · 8 days ago

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Hiii! I love your hero x villain works! Could we get a part 2 of Talk? It’s such an interesting concept and I’m so curious on what would happen next! How does the reveal happen? Whats villains reaction to the fact he basically had hero mere inches from him and he’d been none the wiser?? Im SO CURIOUSSS

Talk | Part 2

Part 1

It had been almost two days since their last encounter when the Detective sensed a presence. They were sprawled out on their bed, reading a case file one of their colleagues was struggling with when movement caught their attention. They perked up, looking out the glass door leading to their balcony, raising a brow when they noticed a human-shaped addition to their railing. How the idiot managed to sit on the narrow strip of metal was beyond them. Still, Villain was nothing if not devoted to their presentation. Even if that meant acting as a goddamn owl in the middle of the night - on the fifth floor, no less.

The Detective smirks, making their way to the door, feet patting softly on the floorboards. Villain doesn't turn around when they step out onto the balcony, almost slipping on wet tile. They didn't even notice it had rained today. "Curiosity won, I take it?" They muse, leaning against the railing with their forearms, gaze trained on the darkened sky.

Villain regards them with a quick glance, only to turn away again. "Perhaps. Any intel you'd like to share?" The offer is met with a chuckle that earns an indignant frown from Villain. "You had time to research."

"What made you think I'd be looking into Hero's identity?" The Detective questions, regarding them with a quick once-over. "I made no promises."

Villain hums in acknowledgement. "You have not. But you did mention failing to research both them and me, which can mean one thing."

"That being?" They tear their eyes from Villain's profile and shift it forward with significant effort.

The response catches them off guard. "That you still are."

The Detective cocks an eyebrow at them, fingers curling against each other to hide their amused interest. "How so?"

"It's simple. The best detective in the forces has no clue about the identities of the two most influential people in the city. I bet your pride is challenged."

The Detective huffs, but their objection sounds an awful lot like justification. "That's a dangerous sort of information."

"True. But you can handle a risk, can't you?" Villain grins, peeking at them from the corner of their eye, and if the Detective didn't know any better, they'd call it flirty.

"Suppose. What of it?" The Detective tilts their head to the side, studying Villain's profile against the night sky, the dull light of the streetlights below barely illuminating their features.

"What if I help you unravel the mystery?" They suggest casually, as if it's the most normal thing on Earth for the city villain to assist in an investigation.

For a moment, the Detective looks pensive. "What's the catch?" They finally ask, their voice tainted with subdued wonder.

"No catch. It's a win-win situation, really," Villain claims, the corner of their mouth twitching, curling up at the victory soon to come. "We reveal Hero's identity to satiate my curiosity and satisfy your ego."

"But that's not enough to satisfy my ego," the Detective argues, a smirk forming on their lips in response to Villain's clever play, as if to say 'I see right through you'. "I need your identity as well."

"What for?" The question sounds almost genuine, but the Detective knows better than to trust Villain's innocent demeanour.

"For my ego, of course," the Detective muses, weaponising Villain's own words against them. "And as a safety precaution. Neither of you will try to hurt me if both your identities are at stake."

Villain hums, considering the notion before speaking again. "You think Hero would hurt you to know who I am?"

"I'm rather sure they'd kill to know," they assure, their voice carrying an underlying note of satisfaction - a meaning that Villain fails to decipher.

"Curious little cat, are they?" Villain smirks, shaking their head at Hero's implied obsession with their humble person.

"You're the one sitting on my railing," the Detective counters, raising their hands in mock surrender, but the teasing glint in their eyes earns a scoff from the disgruntled Villain.

"Shut up. Do you have any leads on me?"

The Detective nods, rubbing their chin thoughtfully. "Mom killed in a hit-and-run. Neglectful father. Troubled pre-teen with interest in academics and theatre. You disappear from records after that. New identity, I assume."

Villain's head bobs up and down in confirmation. "That's not half bad."

"Care to share why?" The Detective's eyes remain on them, unyielding and inquisitive as they study their Hero's nemesis.

"Why what?" Villain meets their intense gaze, not wavering. "New identity or career in villainy?"

The Detective barely lets them finish the question before responding. "Both."

"I was adopted, hence the new name and the clean slate," Villain explains, shrugging. "My new family wanted to clear my record to give me a chance without my past."

"Alright," the Detective murmurs, pensive. "And the villainy?"

"That hit-and-run," Villain pauses, taking a moment to find the right words before elaborating. "It was the son of the then-mayor. The moment he became the new mayor, my blood boiled."

The Detective exhales through their nose. "So you chose revenge from the other side?" If they were honest, they could understand the motive. Perhaps not the methods, but then again, all Villain usually did was scare the civilians, not actually harm them. Now the mayor certainly had blood on his hands.

"Pretty much. I cost the bastard everything that mattered to him," Villain explains and, for a brief moment, the Detective's eyes widen in horror at what they might have done. "It was only money and status that they cared for."

The Detective nods. Not surprising. "But what does Hero have to do with it? Why are you so hellbent on revealing them?" They ask, turning their body to face their opponent when a vague thought courses through their mind. The mayor lost the reelection to a new-dog candidate a week ago. Could it be? They take a deep breath to steady themself. Was the city now in the hands of the assumed villain? They suspected so and, much to their dread, the lead detective's intuition was rarely wrong.

Villain doesn't respond, silently marvelling at the city skyline. They had no answer. Just a simmering need to know. When they finally speak up, it sounds random to the Detective. "They stood me up once. Remember?"

"What?" They mumble, drawn out of their thoughts while their mind run through proof after proof.

Villain chuckles at the clueless expression on their face. "I scheduled a robbery. Notified the police, per usual. They didn't come."

"That's not-" The Detective's attempt to counter is interrupted mid-sentence.

"Disrespectful, really. I mean, I get it. Hero might be busy with other things. But that made me question what could be more important, and it seems to me they either have a very demanding job or are a public figure. Except, no doctor or firefighter would have the time for heroics at all. And a politician or celebrity wouldn't keep a mask on and hide their face when they can gain brownie points."

The Detective laughs, not surprised at the logical reasoning behind Villain's theory - they knew Villain was smart. "You've got some mad detective skills there."

"Thanks," Villain grins, satisfied with the praise for the lead detective and prepared to make their point. "But that led me to a conclusion."

"Oh?" The Detective tilts their head to the side, studying them with unbriddled interest.

"Hero had to be in the bank when I was robbing it," they state, their tone slow and deliberate, waiting for the reaction that their words will elicit.

It doesn't fail, because the Detective goes a little stiff in the shoulders, breath bated in their throat. "You think they wouldn't step in at that point?"

"Not if they could see me not harming anyone," Villain claims, watching them with an intensity of an idea that has already been formed, now seeking the smallest confirmation.

"You're unpredictable," the Detective argues, their voice hoarse. They avoid meeting Villain's gaze, only adding fuel to the fire of Villain's suspicion.

"That I am," the criminal muses with a smug smile stretching their lips. "But knowing Hero, they'd watch and wait until it was absolutely necessary to intervene before they risked revealing themself. Isn't that right, Detective?"

"Y-yes," they admit, with no way left to deflect. "We could run background checks on everyone in the building that day," they suggest in an attempt to seem unfazed and invested in the revelation.

"Oh, I already have," Villain ensures, turning to look at the Detective directly. "Wonder why that has never crossed your mind."

"Hunting you two is not exactly my main job," they try to divert the attention one last time, despite being fully aware it will fail. They were caught, and they knew it.

"As opposed to solving crimes and protecting the city from me?" Villain asks, their eyes narrowing with a playful sort of challenge.

"Excuse me?" The Detective fumbles through the words, their eyes widening comically.

"Don't act clueless, Hero," Villain demands, leaning impossibly closer as they stare Hero down. "You really had me fooled, but not anymore. Now look me in the eyes and tell me you don't know who I am."

"I-I don't," Hero stutters, too befuddled to deny the accusation or form a coherent refutal.

"Liar," Villain sings, their smirk turning downright wicked.

Part 1

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting a part 2! This quite literally pulled me out of a writer's block. It was like being struck by lightning xD I've got some amazing requests to work on, hopefully this will be the start of being productive again. Hope you guys enjoy this!

Thank you~

@sp00kyssscary you might find this interesting, seeing as you had requested the first part. Excuse me the unprompted tag :)

xo Sunny

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sunnynwanda · 9 days ago

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In case anyone wants to ask...

Get to Know Me!

This is just a fun little thing I’ve been wanting to do since the dawn of time but could never find a post to reblog that satisfied what I wanted. So I made this, feel free to reblog and use it yourself!

❤️ how tall are you?

🧡 what is your sexuality?

💛 what is your favorite feature on yourself?

💚 where are you from?

🩵 do you have any pets?

💙 do you have any siblings?

💜 describe yourself in five words or less!

🩷 dream job?

🖤 favorite hobbies outside of your blog

🎂 when is your birthday?

🌙 your zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising)

💉do you have tattoos and/or piercings

🚗 can you drive?

✈️ favorite place you’ve traveled

🎤 have you been to a concert

🎵 favorite artists

🎧 last song you listened too

📺 last show you watched

📝 last thing you wrote

🔐 something no one would guess about you

🧟‍♀️ scariest thing that’s happened to you

🔥 craziest thing that’s ever happened to you

🍓 favorite food

🍅 least favorite food

🍊 favorite season?

🍋 favorite genre to read / watch / write

🍐 if you could make one character real, who would it be

🫐 some place you’d love to visit

🍇 a word your friends would use to describe you

🍒 what is your earliest memory

🍌 what is one talent you wish you had

💌 why did you start this blog?

✏️ when did you start writing fanfic

🖇️ what are your favorite asks to answer

📚 how do you come up with the fics you write

📌 what is the fic you’re know for

🔍 what character do you enjoy writing for the most

🖊️ what character do you not enjoy writing for

💔 is there a fic you wish you didn’t write

❤️‍🔥 what character do you simp for most often

🧚‍♀️ favorite characters of all time

🪐 favorite shows / series of all time

🌝 a show you would recommend to anyone

🌚 a show you’d tell people to stay away from

🌹 favorite kinks to write for

🥀 kinks you would never write for

🌊 a kink you would like to write but you think you’d be judged

❄️ full fics, imagines or head canons

☂️ your favorite fanfic from another writer

A couple of in depth questions!

🍄 what is something that’s happened in your life that you wish you could go back and change?

⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you?

🪻what is the toughest thing you had to go through, but can say you’ve successfully overcome?

🌺 what is the best gift someone has ever given you and why is it so important

🍀 what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you?

#ask game #ask me #get to know me

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sunnynwanda · 12 days ago

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Hiiiii! can i request for a shy vampire and a willing victim?

you have such wonderful writing and can't wait for every of your updates, thank you!

Bite me

Warnings: not my usual content - vampire x victim dynamic, slightly suggestive, mentions of blood drinking (duh). Vic is short for victim.

So maybe walking through an abandoned park at night was not their smartest idea. So what? It's not like Vic was ever one to have genius ideas. It was late; they were lazy and entirely done with everything happening in their life. Sometimes, Vic just wished they could spend a lifetime sipping wine and staring at the moon with a woeful expression.

They'd look gorgeous too. Like one of those gothic paintings that their landlord insisted on keeping up. Vic did not mind, mostly because they were too numb to care. Yeah, apathy was what they felt - or rather, they didn't feel anything. It could be the reason for the desperate recklessness with which they treated life.

Hence, their lack of reaction would lead to an unexpected turn of events tonight.

When someone's arms grab Vic from behind, pressing them face-first against a wall, they don't struggle much. Vic expects to be robbed or perhaps killed, but when their attacker tilts their head to the side, exposing their neck, they let out a sigh that borders on relief.

Vampire.

They feel sharp fangs graze their skin tentatively, causing goosebumps to arise. The feeling makes Vic freeze. Fuck, why does this feel so hot?

They don't flinch, which seems to surprise the vampire holding them. It steps closer, pressing up against Vic from behind, sending a s hiver of arousal down their spine. What the fuck is wrong with me?!

They're grateful their attacker doesn't notice it, preoccupied with their own struggles. After another moment of hesitation, the vices around them loosen. The vampire steps back, their arms almost limp as they drop to their sides.

"I-" The vampire pauses, gulping thickly. "I can't do this. I can't." They shake their head in half-disappointment, half-conviction.

When Vic turns around to face them, they look so downcast that it chips away at Vic's heart. Poor thing. "Hey, it's alright." They try to sound as comforting as a victim possibly can.

"Excuse me?" The vampire looks up at them, their expression incredulous.

"I don't mind," Vic shrugs, catching their attacker off guard. They are equally surprised at their undeniable willingness to fall victim tonight. They already have the woeful gothic vibe down - might as well go for it. Just drink blood instead of wine while staring at the moon. Not that big of a difference.

"What do you mean you don't mind?" The vampire asks, their voice going off-pitch. "Are you bonkers?"

"Nope," Vic denies, though it's likely the case. "I'm a fan."

"EXCUSE ME?!" What the vampire truly wanted to ask was: 'What the everloving fuck are you on about?' but they had to maintain the intellectual image.

"You heard me," Vic responds their expression nothing short of nonchalance. They give the vampire a quick glance-over. "I didn't think you'd be this cute though."

"What?" The vampire exclaims, coughing to hide their flustered expression. Their eyes are blown so wide, they might as well pop out of their skull, not to mention the furious blush spreading over their face and neck. They didn't even know vampires could blush.

Before they can finish that, Vic interrupts them with a sneaky smirk. "Now, would you be a doll and bite me already?"

"I-" The vampire stutters, breaking character because they cannot process what's happening. "What the hell? You were supposed to scream and run away!"

"Oh, you like to play with your food, huh?" Vic's smirk widens into a wicked grin as they whisper. "Kinky, I like that."

"WHAT?!" Okay, the vampire is nearing a mental breakdown at this point - their brain has waved a white flag, surrendering to the utter unpredictability of the idiot in front of them.

The vampire watches in horror awe as Vic purses their lips, leaning against the wall behind them before speaking. "Surprised, baby?"

"B-baby..?" The vampire is convinced something in their brain is malfunctioning because they cannot have heard this correctly. "How drunk are you?"

"I'm slightly tipsy and overwhelmingly sad," they explain, raking their eyes over the vampire's form. They really are cute.

"Then why are you this... willing to-" they pause to find the right words, "to, uh, be turned or eaten?"

"I'd rather be turned, if I'm honest," Vic notes, as if that was not painfully obvious.

"Oh, thank god, I had doubts," the vampire retorts, sarcasm dripping from their tone and expression as they roll their eyes.

The victim giggles, crossing their arms in amusement. Maybe life wasn't turning out as shitty as they presumed.

"Stop giggling, for heaven's sake!" The vampire's exasperation brings another wave of soft giggles to their supposed victim.

Vic snorts, crossing their arms over their chest and quirking an eyebrow at the use of the phrase. "You're one to talk about heaven?"

"Fair," the vampire admits with a small smile, and Vic freezes, admiring the gentle curve of their lips.

Holy fuck, they need to get their mind out of the gutter.

"Seems to me I could go now?" Vic notes, turning around in a mock attempt at escaping.

"Not so fast, sweetheart," the vampire seizes them again, their hold firm yet gentle when their arm wraps around Vic's waist, pulling their back flush against their chest.

"Are you going to bite me, or should I look for someone braver to pierce me?" Vic chuckles, their teasing tone obvious to their attacker.

"Oh, you're fucking done for," the vampire lets out a low growl as their tongue darts out to swipe over the sensitive skin of Vic's neck, earning a muffled moan from their victim. "In more ways than one."

A/N: Hi, sweetheart! Thank you, I'm happy to hear you enjoy my writing! This is not my usual content but I enjoyed writing it immensely. <3 Love, Sunny xo

P.S. @m4iloblu3 I have no idea why I can't tag you properly.

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sunnynwanda · 13 days ago

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The first time they visit the lake, Vanki is eighteen and terrified of what the visit entails. He grips the reins with trembling fingers, forcing himself forward despite fear scraping at his throat like rising bile. He had begged the King to choose a different place through the days leading up to the trip, his attempts proving futile in the face of determination settled behind the King's eyes. Vanki did not know where the dread came from, but it was there, and it was relentless in its nagging as each day passed, marking the day when the inevitable would happen.

As they ride uphill into the forest, he keeps glancing up at the sky, expecting a dark cloud to descend any moment. His logical side is aware that it is much too soon for her to awaken, but fear recognises no logic.

It never happens. When they arrive, Vanki is separated from his best friends, though Amber's excited chatter is still audible from a little distance. The King leads him along a path around the lake, to a large stone stella - a shape familiar enough for Vanki to freeze. When he notices the engraving on it, he stops dead in his tracks, eyes widening, sufficient to earn a chuckle from the King.

"You have reached the age at which we should honour your origins, my dear boy," the King smiles, gesturing towards the boulder carrying his mother's symbol.

Vanki is too stunned to speak at first, his hand shaking when he reaches out to touch the sun-warmed surface. "It's..." He doesn't finish the sentence, his hand caressing the stone with the tenderness of a child still longing for his mother. He turns back, the question evident in the crease of his brow.

"The King had it retrieved from where she was taken," the Queen explains, then places her hand on her husband's forearm. "Perhaps we should give you a moment alone."

He nods, watching them go before turning back to the stella. He steps closer, pressing his forehead to the stone. He did not know if this decision was the right one, if it would come to haunt them later, but he was glad to have her back in some form. The spring she had guarded had long dried anyway, and here he had a chance to visit her without awakening his grandmother before due time.

Vanki takes a moment to sit down, resting his head against the stone as he speaks of his life. He tells her that he is safe now, taken care of and loved in a way only she had before. He also promises to come see her from time to time, even if she doesn't expect him.

By the time he returns to the right bank of the lake, Sar and his father are splashing in the water, while Amber is struggling, to put it lightly.

“Come on, get in here, cherry,” her dad calls. Amber is standing on the pier, enveloped in a large towel and looking at the water as if it were her greatest enemy. Vanki chuckles, amused at her apprehensive expression. She's drenched from head to toe, and if Vanki were to guess, her clumsy self had fallen into the water.

“Pa, I won’t go back there unless you promise never to do that again.” The statement is full of panic and protest. She can hear her mom and Vanki laughing from the side and narrows her eyes at him with a warning, "You are going to pay for it, traitor."

“I won’t, I swear,” the King is standing in the lake next to Sar, and if she’s honest, the water hardly reaches their chests, and she would have to put in a lot of effort to drown. But they're both having a bit too much fun, with their shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter, and that is triggering Amber’s anger.

“Don’t laugh at me! I’m scared!” She exclaims in disbelief, while Vanki sits next to her mother, eyeing her with an expectant raise to his eyebrows.

“Just trust me, okay?” Her father draws her attention again, motioning for her to step in, and Amber nods, unable to reject him, even if her panic hasn't fully subsided yet. Her brother, who's by his side, waves his hand, inviting her in again with a slightly mischievous expression. “I would never let you drown, I swear. Vanki won't let me live it down.” He claims, as if Vanki's revenge was the only reason to keep her alive.

Amber hesitates, but takes a tentative step in, tossing the towel at Vanki's head in retaliation for making fun of her. He catches it, shaking his head at her childishness before turning his head to the Queen. She offers him a reassuring smile, far too perceptive not to notice the underlying tension in his shoulders. "How are you feeling?"

Vanki shrugs, not quite sure himself; it felt odd yet comforting to have his mother within reach, even if communication was out of question. "I don't know if she can hear me." He confesses, his gaze returning to the stella across the lake, unyielding in its power, yet isolated into a world of its own.

"She can," the Queen assures him, "Trust me. She cannot respond, but she feels your presence."

"I don't want to be like that," he mutters, his voice quiet as he voices his greatest fear. "I don't want to ever be like that, aware but unable to-"

The Queen places a gentle hand on his shoulder, drawing him out of his thoughts. "You don't have to do the sleep, Vanki, nor do you have to shift," she promises, and he nods despite the knot in his stomach foreboding the contrary. "We wanted you to have this as your own water source."

"So, I'm the guardian..?" he doesn't finish, but the Queen understands, confirming his assumption with a hum.

"If you choose and if, for whatever reason, you feel the need, this place is yours to guard and derive power from," she explains, but her soft tone does nothing to soothe his anxiousness.

He gets up, taking a few steps to the edge and submerging his fingers into the water. It vibrates around his fingers, the sense of recognition washing over him in the same ripples that his hand sends through the water. It feels strangely symbiotic to connect to something as if it were an extension of your very being, an integral part of you. His eyes fall shut as he takes in the sensation of the water swirling around his fingers and places his other hand on the ground, allowing the warmth of it to speak to him.

Perhaps he was meant to become the guardian of this lake. Perhaps there was more he'd have to protect. If the connection with nature was his heritage, Vanki could embrace it in a way that his grandmother had failed to do.

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sunnynwanda · 14 days ago

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hello! your writings are *chef's kiss* and almost read them all, more than twice.

Can we get a possessive female superhero who just defeated the previous villain because they were boring, met a new rookie villain who don't have powers but she can make powerful weapons but not enough to defeat superhero. thank you so much!

New Toy

Superhero groans, slamming the newspaper onto the table and throwing her head back. "Can't a girl get her morning coffee before having to deal with you little shits?"

She turns around, only to discover a scrawny little thing awkwardly standing nearby with a strange-looking weapon. Uh, right. The newspaper she was reading did mention a rookie scientist-turned-villain with no powers except for their brain. They were the new sensation. How utterly boring.

"I thought crime was supposed to happen at night?" Superhero taunts, expecting some form of witty banter in return. Smart villains were her favourite. It kept things interesting, at least for some time. The previous Villain was rather good at keeping her entertained. Still, things got stale, and the Villain wanted to retire and focus their attention elsewhere, so Superhero gave them that opportunity.

"I, uh... I didn't think about that," Villain confesses, rubbing the back of their head sheepishly. "We can reschedule?" They suggest, staring at Superhero with barely hidden admiration. That's new.

Superhero quirks an eyebrow at that, surprised by the response. Not many things could leave her speechless, but this thing right here managed to do just that. She gives Villain a quick once-over, taking in the lab rat look. How come you decided to be a villain? She can't ask that, so she opts for a simple nod.

"Sure thing." Part of her is tempted to tease them further, and she gives in to the urge. "You want my schedule or number to text your new arrangement?"

Villain's blush is so contrasting against their skin it cannot be concealed even by their mask. Superhero doesn't hold back her satisfied smirk. Well, aren't you delicious?

"N-no," Villain stutters out, their eyes dancing across Superhero's face, delighted at the smug smile of hers. The fact that she finds them exciting sends a shiver down Villain's spine, making their knees feel weak. They gulp, collecting themself before speaking in a more determined tone. "I challenge you to a fight. Central square, 7 pm."

Superhero nods, watching Villain clutch their weapon like a lifeline. Interesting. What did that pretty head come up with? She wants to know that. She wants to know Villain, too, but it can wait. Right now, Superhero needs to fight them in front of an audience to lay her claim on Villain. To make them her nemesis. Very own personal enemy that only she gets to play with.

"Okay, 7 pm it is," she accepts, her eyes sparkling with a forgotten sort of excitement. This should be fun.

Villain smiles before remembering they should attempt an intimidating look. They furrow their eyebrows in a pathetic attempt to look anything but cute, then get on their motorcycle, zooming away. Once they are several streets away, they come to a halt, peeling their mask off to allow the wind to soothe their burning skin.

What. The. Hell. Did. Just. Happen?

They've never felt this flustered in their entire life, and that was telling something. How on Earth were they supposed to fight their own idol? Villain had no idea. But they had to think fast because their date battle was mere hours away.

Superhero watches them disappear down the street, her mind already occupied by the sweet little Villain who decided to stand against her. It was cute, really. She chuckles, shaking her head as she picks up the newspaper, her eyes running over the titles as she sips her coffee. If there's one thing she knows for sure, it's that tomorrow morning, there will be news about her new toy Villain.

A/N: Hi, love! I've had this request for a while, kept coming back to it and finally, it's here. This snippet took a turn I did not expect it to take, if I'm honest xD Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy reading this. Thank you for the request and for reading, I appreaciate it! <3 Love, Sunny xo

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sunnynwanda · 14 days ago

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Part 4 of The Legends of Vishaps coming tomorrow!

I finally got myself back into writing headspace, after weeks of academic suffering

#phd destroys your brain #no writing #just rambling #i'll try to get back into active mode again

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sunnynwanda · 23 days ago

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Hello! I Absolutely ADORE your writing. Could you please write on my idea if you like it? Just your everyday hero and villain, and their relationship.

They both used to fight nail and tooth, ready to murder eachother, well versed in what would maim their so called enemy. Then would also take the other in their arms as gently as possible and heal them anytime they're hurt, physically or mentally.

Until villain dissapears. When the hero finds them painstakingly after months, they're in their weakest state, just living by on medecine they're about to run out and vitamins instead of food

Turns out, supervillain was going to attack and maim the hero as part of their plan, but the villain stopped them, and willingly took the attack for their darling hero.

Villain has a new complex now "I cant feel pain or hunger anymore" they say as they walk on broken glass in front of their hero, who wishes for nothing else but to hold them against their chest and not let go until They get their lover back

Dream

Warnings: injuries, medication use, self-isolation, mentions of death, angst with happy ending?

It's been months since Villain has seen the light of day. They couldn't leave the house because there were too many stairs on the porch - six, to be precise. After trying for a month and not getting past the third without collapsing, they gave up on the idea. They couldn't open the curtains because sunlight hurt them, burning their retina with a pain they never imagined could come from something they loved so much.

They couldn't walk around the house either. It would usually take three breaks to get to the kitchen and pour water into a glass to take a handful of painkillers and vitamins - the only thing keeping them alive. Both their forearms were covered in punctures from the catheters they used to get IV fluids. Their medical skills had kept both them and Hero alive more than on one occasion, but now it was their lifeline.

At first, they retained hope that it would get better. One day, they could walk to the kitchen without breaks. One day, they'd be able to lift a hand high enough to reach the top cabinets and the duvet on their bed wouldn't feel as heavy. One day, they would walk out of the house.

One day.

They gave up on the thought, the dream, five months into their miserable existence. They had tried to cut their hair that day, but the scissors were stuck with rust. Or so they told themself. Villain threw them out of the bathroom and broke the window on the door. They've been walking on shattered glass ever since, too weak to pick it up.

Villain spent most days on the armchair near the fireplace. They couldn't light it, but the spot was optimal to minimise the distance to the kitchen, bathroom and their bed. Not that they slept much, their mind being too busy to rest - yet too tired to think clearly. That was the worst part of Villain's new reality. Their mind was as sound and sharp as ever, but their body had failed them.

They thought of Hero when it got especially rough. The most unbearable moments would become tolerable when they replayed their memories. Hero always said they had a vivid imagination, and for that, Villain was grateful. They could almost hear Hero's laugh ringing in their ears; could almost see the dimple on their cheeks when they grinned brightly. They could still remember every speck around Hero's irises, every freckle on their nose, every... everything.

They could remember everything about Hero. The way their arms would wrap around Villain when they were injured or feeling down because nothing seemed to work out. The way their body felt in Villain's arms. The way their voice shook violently that one time Villain hid a wound and ended up on their deathbed.

If they tried hard enough, they could almost feel Hero's hands brushing their hair away from their face, their touch feather-light and so so gentle. Sometimes, they would lie face down on their pillows, pretending it was Hero's chest. Their frenzied mind would delude them into thinking they could feel Hero's heartbeat under their ear, and that was enough. It was enough to know that Hero was smiling, laughing, breathing. That Hero was alive.

Alive.

That word alone was worth any and every way Villain's body was broken and maimed. Every second of aching and despair was worth it because Hero was their greatest pain. Their greatest weakness. Their everything.

It wasn't much of a choice. The moment Villain saw the ray gun in Supervillain's hands, aimed at Hero - their Hero - they knew what they had to do. Hero couldn't even see them, busy fighting off a distraction set up by Supervillain. Villain didn't have time to think, though there was no need for that either. In a matter of seconds, they were in front of Supervillain, the gun barrel pressed to the middle of their chest and their knife sinking into Supervillain's heart. Another instance that had them thankful for their medical background. Supervillain fired, the heat ray sinking into Villain's chest and spreading all over their being, crushing every bone, constricting every muscle. Villain didn't care. It was the last thing Supervillain would do, and that was what mattered to them. Hero was safe.

They held on pure adrenaline for another thirty minutes - enough to get into their car and get to the one location Hero didn't know about. The house they bought with one purpose in mind - retiring from their respective jobs and simply living. Deep in the woods, away from the personas they had adopted for god knows what reasons. Villain couldn't remember anymore.

But the house meant for happiness became their prison. The cage that kept the broken creature after the circus left. They regretted it in moments of weakness. Not their sacrifice. God no. They would never regret saving Hero.

They regretted disappearing. Remorse was eating them alive every time they heard on the news that Hero was searching for them. They would repent at night, begging for forgiveness, but come morning, one look in the mirror would solidify their determination to stay behind. Villain knew Hero would never abandon them. But that was what scared them the most. Being a responsibility. Being a burden. Being Hero's cross to bear.

During moments like that, death didn't seem such a bad option. Quite frankly, Villain had no idea why they insisted on living. It shouldn't have been so hard in their current state. But a stupid, defiant part of them still held out hope. Or maybe they were too much of a coward to do it by their own arms.

When the door creaks open, Villain can't even be bothered to get up from their seat. Instead, they turn their head, patiently waiting for whoever had discovered them to come and end their suffering once and for all. When Hero appears in the doorway, walking carefully to avoid any potential booby traps, Villain jumps up from their seat. They don't even know where they got the strength from.

No, no, no, no, no.

It's the only thought going through their mind, feverish with denial and hope. Excruciating, shattering hope that's ripping their lungs apart, making them choke on their own blood, bringing them to their knees before they can even process that they are collapsing. Hero is next to them in seconds, cradling their head with anguished desperation.

"Baby..." They whisper hoarsely, tears streaming down their face, but Villain pushes them away, scrambling to their feet. Hero rushes after them, catching them in time when their knees buckle under them. "Wait, hold on!"

"NO!" Villain doesn't recognise their own voice, panic filling their eyes when Hero's strong arms wrap around their frail body. Hero shudders at the feel of Villain's small form under their touch. "No..."

"Villain, stop!" Hero snaps, watching in horror when their bare feet step on broken glass. It's already covered in dry blood, and Hero can only guess how long they've been taking this path, tearing the skin of their feet apart.

Villain shakes their head, determination colouring their features again. "Kill me. I can't feel pain," Villain pleads, their voice sounding bone-weary, "or hunger, or thirst, or... Please, just end me. I can't... I can't feel anything anymore."

Hero doesn't respond, picking them up in a smooth movement and holding them against their painfully heaving chest. "Shh, I've got you." They press their forehead to Villain's, speaking in a low, soothing voice. "I've got you, baby."

They carry Villain back into the living room, lowering themself on the couch, keeping Villain cradled in their lap as they cup Villain's jaw, pressing desperate, tearful kisses all over their face. "I've found you, baby. I'm not letting go of you ever again."

When soft sobs start raking through Villain's tiny body, Hero hugs them closer to their chest, burying their face in Villain's overgrown hair and kissing their head, temples and face until Villain falls asleep in their arms. Only then does Hero pick them up again, carrying them to the car and driving to the city at an ungodly speed to get to a hospital.

Villain doesn't wake up until hours later, when the doctors have taken care of their injuries and reassured Hero that recovery - albeit a slow one - was achievable. When Villain peels their eyes open, it takes them a moment to adjust to the sunlight shining through the open window.

Hero notices Villain stirring immediately, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, still not letting go of their hand. They bring it to their mouth, pressing a tender kiss to their lover's knuckles. "I'm here, baby."

Villain cannot find it in them to respond. They close their eyes, letting out a soft exhale of relief, unable to process that Hero was not another one of their delusions. This was real.

That "One day" they'd been waiting for.

The dream.

A/N: Hi, darling! Took me long enough, I know :') Thank you for this idea and for reading my stories! <3 It took me some time to wrap my head around this idea, it had been simmering in the back of my mind for some time now and I'm glad to have it out for all of you. I hope you enjoy reading this, even though I might have deviated a bit. Love, Sunny xo

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sunnynwanda · 23 days ago

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Not sure if I've ever mentioned but my writing started with Fred Weasley x Hermione Granger fanfiction in a different language... It's been ten years.

What's that ship that's been with you for ages? That you come back to every once in a while because you miss the vibe. The ship that you've read every piece of fanfiction about. That lives far removed from the source material in your head and heart.

#no writing #writers #writers on tumblr #creative writing #writeblr #fandom #shipping #ships #fanfic #fanfiction

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sunnynwanda · 28 days ago

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GET TO KNOW YOUR MUTUALS!

Rules: answer and tag six people you want to know better

Thank you for the tag, loves @surplus-of-sarcasm and @atlaserine!

1. Favourite colour: I love most colours. The favourite changes depending on my general mood, season and even day.

2. Last song: The Score - Enemies (Can ya tell what I'm writing? xD)

3. Currently reading: I'm in-between - just finished "The Midnight Library" (loved it!) and about to start "The Night Circus".

4. Currently watching: nothing at the moment... for some reason I can't watch series, my anxiety is through the roof

5. Currently craving: chocolate ice cream and travel

6. Coffee or tea: coffee AND black tea (with lemon)

No pressure tags: @thiefofthecrowns @kaiwewi @fa1rie @philosophershroomie @sp00kyssscary @voodoomorph @m4iloblu3 @testament-to-a-forgotten-vow and everyone who wants to join, because I wanted to tag more!

#no writing #tag game #get to know your mutuals

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sunnynwanda · 29 days ago

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Drop Dead: Part 2

Part 1

Warnings: suggestive (af), flirting, borderline obsessed with each other, language.

Hero was going insane. Unhinged. Absolutely bonkers.

Their job was never easy and quite honestly, they never complained about it. They knew what they had to do, and they did it diligently, whether their heart was in it or not. It was a duty, not a hobby. Villain, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of their life with borderline criminal activities. Not that their shenanigans were anything new to Hero.

Their advances weren't either. However, Hero found it exceedingly more difficult to withstand those. They didn't pay mind to the teasing remarks at first, but Villain grew relentless as time went by and Hero couldn't take it anymore. They had no problem dealing with wounds and injuries on a daily, but the state of constant longing and arousal was getting the best of them.

"You maddening little thing-" Hero growls, throwing a punch in the air when Villain turns the tables on them again, jumping off the bridge and onto a boat passing under it. "Get back here!"

Villain's cackle reaches their ears through a haze of desire coating their lungs, their ear ringing from the lingering feeling of Villain's tongue against the shell of it. "Or what, gorgeous?" Villain muses, their grin too wide for their own good.

"Wait till I catch you," Hero rumbles, their fists clenched at their sides, their jaw tight with determination. Villain hasn't seen their dark side. Yet. "I'll make you regret every damn teasing word you've said to me."

"Can't. Wait." Villain shoots back, their eyes burning with a hint of unabashed hunger. Maybe it was their hunger clouding their vision or perhaps it was wishful thinking, but they felt as if Hero was about to snap.

What they did not know was the sort of beast they had unleashed upon themself.

The night couldn't come quick enough as Hero patrolled the city, restless and exceptionally vicious as they dealt with every small issue until the end of their shift. The moment they clocked out was the point of no return.

Villain would be lying if they said they weren't anticipating anything. Except that was not the form of retaliation they would expect from Hero. They felt a shiver run down their spine when Hero's hand wrapped around their throat. They gulp, making Hero's fingers flex over their neck.

"I've warned you," Hero growls into their ear, their voice sending a jolt of desire straight to Villain's core. Heaven's, they'd risk getting their lights punched out to be held like this by Hero.

"Mm, you have," they murmur, leaning back against their chest, their hand gripping Hero's thigh. If Hero expected them to falter, they were out of their damn mind. "Was that supposed to deter me?"

"What are you trying to achieve taunting me like that?" Hero asks, their free arm wrapping around Villain's middle. "Riling me up won't get you anywhere."

"Is that what you think I want?" Villain turns their head to meet Hero's gaze that's already trained on them, watching intently as if to decipher their incentive. "An upper hand?"

"Yes," Hero mutters, their expression turning doubtful as soon as the word is out. It didn't make much sense to them, but then again, Villain never made sense to them. Probably why Hero was so tempted to kiss them senseless.

"No," Villain denies, giving up the fragile hope that Hero could figure it out.

"Then?" Hero insists, growing more impatient by the minute. Having Villain's body pressed to their doesn't help the situation either. "What do you want?"

Villain chuckles, their tongue darting out to run over their bottom lip. They pry Hero's hand off their throat, turning in Hero's arms to come face to face with their favourite nemesis.

"You." They state simply, meeting Hero's eyes head-on. "I want you."

Hero lets out a low groan, their vision whiting out with sheer yearning, an ache building up deep inside them for far too long. "Fuck you." I sneer, their voice brimming with blinding rage and untamed craving.

"Please do," Villain barely manages to utter their plea when Hero slams them against the wall, grabbing the backs of their thighs and hoisting them up.

"You're going to regret that," Hero warns, not waiting for a reply as their mouth latches onto Villain's exposed neck, ripping a choked moan out of their throat.

"Can't. Wait."

Part 1

A/N: You asked, and I could not resist giving our Villain a little treat. Love, Sunny xo

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sunnynwanda · 1 month ago

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If you didn't think I'm very much like the characters I write, let me tell ya of the situation I put myself into.

The fake boyfriend scenario.

Don't ask. I don't know why or how we ended up here, but I feel similar to one specific dumbass of my Villains 😅

Wedding date, except it's not for a wedding 🫣

So yeah, now I have to pretend to be utterly in love with someone I don't even know.

Guess there's that. Ugh.

#random ramblings #no writing #sunny yaps #cause I cannot talk about this irl #why am I like this?#who even gets in a situation like this outside fiction?

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sunnynwanda · 1 month ago

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IDEA!

Chill oblivious Hero x flirty flamboyant Villain

Something funny, or not, whatever you’d like to write :]

Drop Dead

Part 2

Warnings: flirting (?), borderline obsessed with each other.

Song rec: VOILÀ – Drop Dead Gorgeous.

Hero leans back against the wall, their head spinning from the flashing lights and the noise that others referred to as music. Sometimes, social responsibilities felt more tiresome than a night-long battle with Villain. It was certainly more fun, too. Besides, Hero definitely felt more comfortable wearing a blue leather costume as opposed to the black lace masquerade mask adorning their face now. They glance outside the window, city lights capturing their attention, providing a sense of comfort to their buzzing mind.

"Drop. Dead. Gorgeous."

Hero winces, recognising the voice and dramatic flare of their nemesis before even turning around. They glance up, their gaze focusing on the reflection in the glass of the window. Villain looks breathtaking, clad in an all-black outfit, as per the host's demand. Not that it was any different from their usual preference. Hero, on the other hand, rarely wore black.

"You look stunning wearing my colour, baby," Villain continues, choking on their words in exaggerated awe when Hero turns to face them. "Taking my breath away with those gorgeous eyes of yours."

"How did you even recognise me?" Hero questions, brushing their hair back from their forehead.

Villain rolls their eyes with a slight smirk. "I'd know those lips anywhere. They've been driving me insane long enough."

Hero rolls their eyes in utter - fake - exasperation. Villain's flirting was something they grew accustomed to as an integral part of their encounters. Hero couldn't quite pinpoint how that was supposed to give their opponent an upper hand, but they were not one to question Villain's strategic genius.

"You're giving me a headache," they complain, taking a sip of their drink to hide how flustered they are by Villain's unrelenting advances. If it were anyone else acting in this manner, Hero would have punched their lights out months ago, but with Villain... something was holding them back from putting an actual stop to their dynamic. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Just wanted to see you, sweetheart. Been running through my head all day," Villain muses, trapping Hero against the window, the edge of the sill digging into Hero's lower back. "All damn day."

"You could be arrested here," Hero tries to knock some sense into them, looking over their shoulder to check for any spectators. No one seems to be paying them any mind.

Villain grins, stepping closer until their chest almost touches Hero's. Almost.

"You're not working today," Villain counters, taking Hero's glass out of their fingers and placing it on the window sill. "No one else can get me to drop my guard." They lean impossibly close, whispering into Hero's ear.

Hero gulps, their breath hitching in their throat at the immediate proximity. They can feel Villain's breath on their skin, the heat radiating off of Villain's body clouding their judgement before they shake their head, composing their expression and offering Villain a nonchalant shrug. "I could reveal you."

"You could be the death of me, darling, and I wouldn't mind," Villain's smooth voice fills their ears again, a hand trailing up their side until it reaches the side of their neck. Villain somehow leans even closer, making Hero's eyes flutter shut at the intimate touch. "I'd drop dead at your feet if that was what you wanted."

Villain mutters the words into their skin, their lips ghosting over the base of Hero's jaw. It takes Hero a moment to process their words, their eyes flying open when the gentle night breeze hits their flushed skin. They whip around, staring at the ajar window, not a trace of Villain left behind except for the heavy blush rising up their neck and the lingering feeling of Villain's lips on their jaw.

"God damn it."

Part 2

A/N: Hi, sweetheart! I might have digressed with this one xD The masquerade theme popped out of nowhere. Hope you enjoy this nonetheless <3 I sure had a blast. Love, Sunny xo

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