#f x nb

[darkdoverpseeker]

i'm 21+ and i'm looking for some long term f/f OR f/nb plots, fandom or fandomless! i write exclusively on discord, so like this post and we can get to plotting! (also if you love angst, toxic and/or dark/taboo plots then we're already besties!) love smut, but not a necessity. so if it's not your thing, that's fine too! 🕊️🕊️

like if interested !

[offbeat-manga-ships]

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read this one last night and i'm still angry. it basically ends up shitting on nonbinary people, intersex people AND even a little on polyamorous people just as a bonus. and to put salt on the wound you can see how much it wasn't really intended, but apparently mangaka are addicted to working out their cisheterosexuality, binarism and monogamy through a queer/poly lens without the slightest intention to give space to the people whose struggles and concepts they are using to sell their"musings on these complicated topics".

it's very similar to kanojo ni naritai kimi to boku in that way, but it manages to step even further into straight up offensive territory by trying to be "deep" about gender as in "what is gender anyway?" and giving an answer that if it's all a spectrum anyway you gotta live with the changes of your body that take you to a cisgendered path and do your special little woman/manhood that might be a little different inside, but you better accept the woman/man labels since it's all complicated anyway teehee. of course binary paths of gender are not a prison, you just have to figure out how to be free in your own binary gender (that is defined by your body btw).

[plots4us]

i play ( Oli Sykes, Noah Sebastian, Austin Post, etc. ), and i am looking for ( M/F or F/F or NB/F or NB/M etc. ) with ( any OC or for Oli Sykes, Noah Sebastian, etc. ). looking for ( friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, slow burn, fwb, etc. (S) ) plot. this plot will be for ( PSL  ). this plot ( WILL ) be chemistry based, ( WILL ) contain mature themes and will be ( PARA / HEADCANON ). reach me at ( CHATS postauzzy / DISCORD (given later)  or like this and I'll reach out) Note: I am 21+ and only write with those 21+. Minors dni please.

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[Image description: Four screencaps from various cartoons. Bow and Glimmer from She-Ra are captioned "Bi M/F couple". Korra and Asami from Legend of Korra are captioned "Bi M/F couple". Eda and Raine from The Owl House are captioned "Bi NB/F couple". Frost from She-Ra is captioned "I see no difference!" End description.]

@toh-described @atladescribed

Happy pride

Based off of that “regular couple” meme

[wrenaissancewriter]

spy story? nerdy tech expert/"girl in the chair" falls for the reckless agent whose life she keeps having to save? (f/nb)

was fishing for a new wip idea and hit on this, started iterating on it with a friend and it kinda slaps? who would read

[darkdoverpseeker]

hello hello!

i'm (22) currently looking for 21+ rp partners for fandomless oc x oc plots. i write all pairings but prefer writing queer/gnc characters generally.

what i'm looking for:

occasional adv. lit replies, with a heavier focus on descriptive headcannons, world building, and chatting ooc

poc characters with appropriate representation, preferably

nsfw, as well as some darker themes (🕊️), are welcome. however, i will not rp only nsfw - plot required! let's chat about it first

a discord-based writing partner, i'll create us a server if we're a good match

my favorite thing is slowly shifting from descriptive headcannons to adv. lit writing, as well as creating characters within the context of desired dynamics.

if this interests you, like this post and i'll reach out!

like if interested !

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[Image description: A comic focused on the characters Vee and Masha from The Owl house. Vee sucks in magic energy from a person as Masha crouches behind her with a stake and mallet. The person collapses, dead. Masha stands up and says, “Huh. Guess your power does work on vampires.” They toss the stake and mallet away and continue, “Oh well, hanks for saving my behind…again.” 

Vee stalks off with her hands in fists. Masha runs after her yelling “Hey! Vee!”. They put their hand on Vee’s shoulder and ask, “Where are you going.” Vee turns around and shouts, “Why are you keep acting like this?! I told you not to mess with the cryptids. But you always find a way to put yourself in danger! Is solving these ‘mysteries’ really that important?” 

Masha looks remorseful and says, “I-I’m sorry. W-when i was 6 there was an…accident. My parents…they were killed by an unknown creature.” Next to Masha is a flashback of the incident. They continue, “That’s why I dedicate my whole life to find the one who was responsive…and take my revenge.” They grimace on the last line. Vee stares at Masha, then glances to the side awkwardly and says, “I…I didn’t know. I-“. Masha replies, “It’s okay. So, please, let me-“

The window of a car behind Masha rolls down. A woman leans out of the window and calls out, “Hey, Sweetie!” startling Masha. The woman continues, “Is that your friend? Invite her for dinner!” A man leans out of the other side of the car holding a bag of groceries, and the woman says, “Your dad is making brisket!” Masha grins nevously, waves at them, and says, “Okay, um…Mom.” She replies, “Dinner's at 7! Be safe!” Masha sweats and glances nervously at Vee, who is glaring at them. End description.]

@toh-described

[plots4us]

i play ( female oc ), and i am looking for ( M/F or F/F or NB/F. ) with ( anyone, fcs, celebs, idols, actors, open to whoever ). looking for ( au plots, also typical tropes, supernatural ) plot. this plot will be for ( psl ). this plot ( will ) be chemistry based, ( will ) contain mature themes and will be ( para and headcanon ). reach me at ( chats wimpyfrys / happy to do disc but chats me first! )

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[dyke-daughter]

I want to be bullied by mom and big sis as each of them fill my holes.

Feeling mommy's heavy boobs on my back as she rapes my ass, feeling my mind slip away as sis slips her thick cock between my weak lips and slides all the way down my throat.

I want to hear them talk to each other about what a good set of holes I am, how happy they are to have trained the family fuckpet so we'll.

I want to be used and abused until my little brain breaks wide open and only exists for older girlcock

[monstersflashlight]

Queer masterlist

The goal of this masterlist is to get all the LGBT+ stories in only one place so y'all can browse thru them easily (all the stories are also in their respective monster masterlist). This includes any stories that include m/m, f/f, trans characters or other queer identities.

Long-ish stories

Helping neighbors (orc x minotaur x fem!reader)

[SFW] Misunderstanding your werewolf boyfriend (gn!reader)

The bratty human and his vampire dom (male!reader)

Pastel colored girlfriend (fem!vampire x fem!reader)

Sulfur (gn!reader)

Worshipping the doctor’s pussy (fem!succubus x fem!reader)

Bear daddy (were-bear x gn!witch x gn!reader)

[Commission] The hole in the wall (Orc x minotaur x werewolf x chubby trans masc!reader)

[Commission] Quest to ecstasy (Monsters (werewolf, gator-monster, pale man) x transmasc!reader)

[Commission] Tangled in you (Fem!orc x fem!elf (3rd person))

[Commission] Mark me, mate (male!reader)

[Commission] Ruined skirt (succubus x trans fem!reader)

[Patreon Commission] Monster-tale (tentacle monster x fem!OC x fem!reader)

[Commission] Measuring tape (mothman x trans masc!reader)

Read the contract (unicorn x male!reader)

Chasing the bounty hunter (griffin x gn!reader)

[SFW] Why are you peeing on my petunias (gn!reader)

[Patreon commission] Are you stupid? (minotaur x fem!human x chubby fem!reader)

[Patreon Commission] Intergalactic idiots (alien x orc x fem!reader)

Requests

The morning after (orc x minotaur x fem!reader) (Helping neighbors part 2)

Pussy for breakfast (orc x minotaur x fem!reader) (Helping neighbors part 3)

Untitled (fem!werewolf x fem!reader)

Feral creature (male!reader)

“Use your words, pretty boy” (male!reader)

Hang in there (pun intended) (male!vampire x fem!demon x fem!reader)

Burn me down (male!reader)

The abandoned pool (gn!water-monster x fem!reader)

Three heads are better than one (nb!cerberus x fem!reader)

Three heads are better than one: the day after (nb!cerberus x fem!reader)

“Rain on me” or how to unlock a new kink (gator-monster x male!reader)

The magic drink (incubus x succubus x fem!reader)

Sleep paralysis demon (fem!monster x gn!reader)

When the heat comes (werewolf x trans fem!bunny hybrid)

Do you need a reminder? (bull-hybrid x cow-hybrid x chubby fem!reader)

Storm (gn!reader)

Sweaty (orc x minotaur x chubby male!reader)

Txt

Most of the txt stories are non-gendered, those are classified in the individual monster masterlist you can find in my main post here.

I do not consent to have any form of reproduction, replication, or translation of my stories without my explicit consent. This includes reposting my stories on other websites, platforms, etc.

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[Image description: A digital drawing of young Raine and young Eda from The Owl House. They are sitting on the ground and talking to each other. Next to Eda is Owlbert perched on a Grugby ball. A black bird, presumably their palisman, is on Raine’s shoulder, and next to them is their violin. The piece is signed “ShortBreadly”. End description.]

@toh-described

i want them back :,)

[freak-accident419]

Soft Spot

Derek Danforth x GN!Reader

Summary: After a long, frustrating day of work, Derek comes back home to you for comfort. Being the tough, asshole-ish, and reckless man he was on the outside, he easily melts into you with sweetness and submission. After all, he had such a soft spot for you.

Word Count: 1.7k

Content: fluff, gender neutral reader, cuddling, cursing, reader babying Derek, reader feeding him cherries (putting their fingers in his mouth, wow) but it’s not sexual (maybe only slightly suggestive), reader and Derek are engaged already, basically tooth-rotting fluff and intimacy, short but sweet, inspired by a scene from S02E06 of The Bear

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You were laying on the mattress in the bedroom that you and Derek shared, looking down at your phone while eating cherries from the nightstand. There was a sweet domesticity to it—you in your pajamas, snuggled up in bed, waiting for your boyfriend (or rather, fiancé) to come back home.

Derek had a long, exhausting day of work. He thought today was going to be like every other day, relaxed and held back, but instead, he had to deal with so much bullshit from Danforth Enterprises, including international affairs and money complications. And his employees made things even worse, their incompetence driving him insane until every sentence he spoke had at least one “fuck” in it. And not only that, but UDG and Nine Star were experiencing setbacks and issues that could have probably been easily fixed if it wasn’t for his idiotic employees. After an entire day of yelling at his absentminded workers with hostility, he was so desperate to just come home to you.

It was only until the evening when you finally saw Derek in the doorway of the room, letting out an exasperated sigh. He looked… rough, to say the least, despite the fact he was wearing a fancy and highly expensive black suit. He was still very attractive, of course, especially in that suit, but right now he just looked utterly exhausted. You turned off your phone, placing it face down on the nightstand to give him your full attention.

“Hey, my love,” you coo softly, smiling up at him.

“Hey, babe,” he mumbles tiredly, slowly walking towards you.

“Rough day?”

“Yeah.”

“Come here,” you grin, grabbing him by his black necktie to bring his lips to yours, sharing a brief, soft kiss. Then he lazily went into bed, melting into your arms with his head buried in your neck. He melted into you entirely. He felt comforted and warm in your embrace, the tension in his muscles gradually dissipating.

“They didn’t keep you too long, did they?” You ask gently, holding him closely as you caress his hair.

“They totally did, Y/n. Today was a fucking mess,” he huffs, yet already too relaxed to even raise his voice. “I swear, baby, these guys are so fucking incompetent and can’t do their goddamn jobs. Those fucks give me such a migraine.”

You continue to stroke his hair and then his face. “Aww, my poor baby,” you coo soothingly. Derek loved all of it, leaning into your touch and just being limp in your arms. However, he would shoot anyone else who witnessed him in this state. “Westwyld just hired a whole bunch of idiots. He’s even an idiot himself. It’s none of your fault, my love.”

He sighs softly, nuzzling into your neck further. “I know,” he mumbles dismissively. “But it’s just so fucking frustrating because I feel like I always have to do everything ‘cause they keep fucking things up. Like, what are we even paying them for if they can’t do their fucking job?”

You chuckle under your breath. “I know, honey, I know,” you whisper. “Well, that’s why you’re the CEO, yeah? To keep everything, you know, all balanced and orderly?” He hummed in understanding. You look over to the nightstand, then grabbed a cherry from the box. Derek noticed this action and pulled his head out from your neck, now sitting up against the bed frame. You then guided the small, red fruit to his lips. “Open,” you order in a gentle voice.

You watched him open his mouth and you placed the cherry in, letting the stem rip off, placing it in a bowl for stems and pits. He began to chew it slowly, indulging in the sweet and juicy sensation in his mouth while also enjoying the fact that you were feeding him. The cherry tasted different than any others he had tried, all sweet with no bitter or even slightly tart aftertaste. “Mm, these are good, where did you get these?” He asked with a mouthful of cherry flesh, his speech slightly muffled.

“Hm, it was a shipment from Japan,” you answer. “I think they’re, like, the most expensive cherries in the world… Open,” you say again, letting your fingers enter his mouth to grab the pit, placing the seed in the bowl on the nightstand. In the few seconds your fingers were in his mouth, it was arousing and suggestive, to say the least. But all you wanted to do right now was to take care of him with the least amount of energy possible. If he was fatigued, then you should let him rest.

“I can’t believe I’m going to marry you,” he murmurs, his eyes flickering down to his shiny silver engagement ring.

“And I can’t believe I’m marrying you, my love,” you chuckle, kissing his cheek, reaching over to the nightstand to grab another cherry. His lips parted, letting you place it in his mouth, eating it contently. “How did your day go, baby? Like, before everything went to shit. Tell me all the good.”

After he ate most of the cherry’s flesh, he let your fingers in his mouth once more, removing the pit and placing it in the bowl. There was something so curiously intimate about this moment, feeding him, removing the pit for him, and holding him close.

“Had my usual coffee,” he answers quietly.

“Oh yeah? Your flat white with oat milk?”

“And extra shot of espresso—”

“—extra espresso, yes,” you giggle, stroking his hair once more. “How much espresso does one need? Like, flat whites are meant to have a higher espresso-to-milk ratio, yet you still want more.”

He pouted, looking at you from the side. “But it’s good.”

“Do you even need to say ‘extra shot of espresso’? Like, as a flat white, I’m pretty sure they’re adding more espresso than, say, a latte,” you grin.

“I know, but I want more than usual, like, more than a flat white,” he reasons, yet his delivery suggesting that he was lying.

“Wow. You’re just greedy, aren’t you?”

“You know me,” he mumbles.

“You don’t know the difference, do you? Is that why you always ask for an extra shot, just to make sure?” You say, calling him out.

He just pouts silently at your teasing, which only amused your further. “You’re a dork,” you giggle.

“Meanie.”

“You’re the meanie. You never answered my call,” you utter. It was true. He was too caught up with work that he didn’t even know you called him up at that time.

“Oh, shit…” he sighs. “I’m sorry, babe. I was just so busy today, I totally forgot to get back to you.”

You frown. “Hey, no, don’t—don’t apologize, I was just teasing. I know how busy you were today and I’m sorry that you were surrounded by idiots. You’re okay.”

“Okay.”

For one last time, you grab a cherry, guiding it into his mouth. You wait for him to chew it until you’d take the pit out from his mouth. You wipe some of the fruit’s juice off the corner of his lips, but suddenly, his mouth welcomes in your fingers once more, sucking lightly on your fingertips before you pulled them away to kiss his lips passionately. It was a patient, loving kiss, your lips moving slowly with his as you savored the cherry taste on him.

You had him in an embrace in one arm and the other was occupied by cupping his face gently. Your touch was tender, making him feel comforted and warm. You looked closely at his face, absorbing all of the details. You could see the faint freckles spread across his nose and cheeks. He was so close to you. And he was beautiful.

“Hi,” you whisper, looking deeply into his eyes.

“Hi,” he whispers back.

“You’re so cute,” you comment.

You caress the side of his face as he enjoyed feeling your soft palm and fingertips graze his cheek. His eyes closed sleepily, completely infatuated with your soothing touch and the way you encompassed his body. You pressed a kiss on the top of his head. And again. And again.

He felt small.

Like, smaller than usual.

He was completely vulnerable with you and it was freeing. This was a part of him that nobody else but you knew about. He could curse and be a privileged, arrogant dickhead whenever he pleased, but at the end of the day, he is always succumbing to your embrace and warmth. He was indisputably smitten with you—infatuated, even. You were the only person he could be fragile around.

“You know, your mom is always on my ass about you,” you chuckle, pressing two soft kisses on the top of his head as you pet his curls.

“Huh? I thought she liked y—”

“No, no, it’s not like that. She just asks me about you all the time. How you’re doing and everything.”

“Oh.”

“I think it’s because she knows you only open up to me,” you point out.

“Yeah, well… She’s been busy her whole life. I’ve never gotten the time to… You know… Actually have a full, authentic conversation with her.”

You kiss the top of his head once more, then let your head rest on it. “Mommy issues?”

He hums in response.

“Does the fact that she and Westwyld having some weird thing—in the past, at least—also affect your relationship with her?” You ask curiously.

“Well, sort of. I don’t know, he always acts—”

“He tries to act like a dad to you, yeah,” you giggle.

There was a silent pause as you two just cuddled each other, Derek, especially, feeling safe in your arms.

“Stop investing in crypto,” you murmur, stroking his hair.

“Mm, stop crushing my dreams,” he grumbles wearily.

“Your ‘dreams’ would get us broke if you weren’t already a billionaire.”

He chuckles and you proceed to caress him gently, observing him silently.

“S’it too hot, my love?” You inquire gently, beginning to help him remove his tie and then his blazer once he nodded. “Better?” He hummed as you placed the clothes at the end of the bed and went back to cuddling him.

He was closer than before, laying down beside you with his face buried into your neck. He held onto your waist tightly as if you’d disappear any second, and your arms wrapped around him generously. You press a soft kiss to his forehead and hold him warmly.

“You’re going to be my husband…” you whisper sweetly, kissing the top of his head once more.

“Mm, you’re going to be my spouse…” he mirrors.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too. So, so much.” Derek mutters sleepily, melting into your touch.

You rubbed his back, letting your head rest against his. Until finally, after peppering his face and head with kisses, you two fell asleep in each other’s arms, feeling safe and secure.

[feralhornyposting]

"Listening to anime asmrs as a teenager to fill the void of not having a significant other" to "having a voice kink strong enough to make you extremely wet just from hearing someone with a sexy voice flirt with you and call you pet names" pipeline.

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[Image description: Four screencaps from The Owl House, with color picked pride flags on either side of the image. Image 1: Amity talks to Luz. They are both blushing. Flags are bi and lesbian. Image 2: Young Eda and Raine sitting at a table, drinking juice boxes. Flags: bi and nonbinary.

Image 3: A scared Hunter pulling a worried Willow away from something. Flags: pan and bi. Image 4: Lilith smiling at Hooty and Owlbert. Flag: aroace. End description.]

@toh-described

Color-picked pride flags from The Owl House - couples edition! (except for Lilith bc she is an aroace icon)

[prpfz]

🤠Ello. Anyone else craving taboo/⚰🕊dead dove/ NSFW plots? 26 female looking for 21+ long-term roleplay partners.

I'm craving some spicy, dark plots. Bring me your corrupted ocs with questionable habits. I have few limits so let's plot and have fun. 💅

I do double! I'm only looking for fandomless roleplay as of right now, so oc x oc. m x f, m x m, f x f, nonbinary and trans characters are welcome!

I'm lit. I write around 4-7 paragraphs, but I can match my partner if needed. I plan, plot and write on discord since I'm more active on there.

If interested, like this post and I'll message you!

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

[robinewe]

Two Soulmates

Prompt #22-- Doubles

My heart was pounding amid the quiet, the occasional creak of metal or far off shouting. The light was dim, I could tell even under my blindfold, but even though I couldn’t see I could sense that I was alone. My fingers worked at the knots at my wrists. I’d always been good at knots, I had a Girl Scouts badge to prove it. The rope was slick, synthetic fiber, so it came easily undone.

I yanked off the blindfold and blinked while I willed my eyes to adjust faster. The room was much as I’d expected. Cavernous, dim, no windows, light only from a flickering fluorescent bulb somewhere high above. Lots of entrances and exits to choose from. Rusting metal and clouds of dust everywhere.

I checked my wrist, still feeling the bite of the ropes, and saw that the number etched in white across the skin there read a clear 00:00:00:00:02:46. I yanked the sleeve of my jacket down over it, heat rising to my face. That was just so soon, and I couldn’t imagine the most momentous occasion of my life occurring in such a place as this, an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere. Just my luck.

Seeing as I was alone, I had some searching to do. I dashed out of the room, following those distant shouts with a growing apprehension in my stomach. What happened after I found them? How were we to escape?

00:00:00:00:01:25 read the counter on my wrist. A part of the infrastructure collapsed and sent a storm of dust and debris through the corridor. I coughed, hacking into my elbow and squeezing my eyes shut.

There was now a gaping hole in the wall, and artificial light streamed through. The sounds of fighting were much louder now. They were through there.

I took a deep breath and braced myself and climbed over the metallic shrapnel through the wall. I could hear nothing but shouting, weapons firing, metal hitting metal, objects raining to the floor. I caught sight of neither combatant, only finding the evidence of their battle.

The timer on my wrist ticked down as a blast of heated energy hit the platform above me, and the supports gave out from under one side. It came swinging down towards me, and I screamed, throwing my arms over my face. The thing exploded in the air above me, but a clear glowing shield of energy surrounded me then, the debris bouncing harmlessly away. I found myself on the ground regardless.

I opened my eyes to see two concerned faces as the timer struck zero. There were warm, dark brown eyes further away, amidst curly light hair and an orange scarf covering the bottom half of his face. He held a long, thin gun that radiated heat and distorted the air around it, recently used. Much closer to me were eyes that were icy blue, set in a face with gaunt cheekbones, under dark hair, hidden with no mask. Emanating from his hand was the energy shielding me from harm.

The moment stood still, frozen, while we watched each other with wide eyes.

The villain spoke first, recovering his calculated posture and withdrawing the energy. “So it’s you.”

The hero took a second to recover, but then he took a stilted step towards us. “I-”

A look of irritation passed across the villain’s face. “This is a private moment, if you wouldn’t mind.” He snapped his fingers and a flash of ice erupted from his palms, encasing the hero’s entire body in a jagged block of ice.

I was still on the ground, and I started pushing myself backwards, away from the villain. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I wasn’t sure if the hero was dead or not. I knew that I was afraid of the villain. I had seen what he’d done before.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said, holding up his hands placatingly. “Look.” His sleeve slipped down to reveal a timer ticking up, only a minute or so in. I quickly looked down to my own wrist, and saw a duplicate of the same number: 00:00:00:00:03:11. They counted up in tandem. They had since the moment I had first locked eyes with the villain. The notion made me feel something in my stomach, a sort of nausea, though whether it was giddiness or dread I couldn’t say.

I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t say anything, and I was worried that my soulmate had just killed someone in front of me not moments after we had met. I was afraid that my soulmate was a murderer, and I didn’t know what that meant about me. I still found myself on the ground, unable to move away further.

“I would never hurt my own soulmate,” the villain said. “I’ve been waiting an awfully long time to meet you. Haven’t you?” Cautiously, he offered me a hand, stepping closer to do so. He was tall and slight, bending like a tree to lean over me and extending a hand tipped with long, graceful fingers. I placed my hand in his, and he easily pulled me to my feet and then close into his side, wrapping an arm around me. My head didn’t reach the height of his shoulders.

“Is this some kind of trick?” I asked, once I could force my lips to move again. His face fell.

“Of course not,” he said. “How does one trick fate itself?”

“Why would I fall in love with a supervillain?”

His lip twitched. “Now that’s stereotyping. It’s rude, you don’t even know me.”

“I’ve seen what you do,” I protested.

“We don’t have time for this. Hero’s already thawing himself out,” he jerked a thumb towards his ice sculpture. Those brown eyes were still frozen staring at me, looking almost frantic, as the ice around him dripped. The tip of his heat gun had already freed itself, sticking out of the ice and a little streak of fire coming out of the end. Soon the hero’s hands would be free, and then the rest of him.

I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. He was alive. I took a step towards him, to go and make sure that he would stay that way, but the villain blocked my path.

“Please, we can talk more about this somewhere else where it’s safer. Look, you’ve already got me begging. That’s something I don’t do every day.” My eyes drifted back up to him.

“Fine.”

He replaced his arm around my shoulder and guided me swiftly out of the warehouse, to where a car awaited us. It hovered above the ground with a gentle hum of air, and the windows were tinted entirely black. The villain opened the rounded door, gesturing me inside with a bow and a quirk of his lips. I stepped inside, and found it well-kept and clean, a newer expensive model of the podcar that I would never have expected to see in my lifetime. My friends all had the first generation, with all their faults and peculiarities, most of them full of patched repair jobs and junk filling the space.

It had an automatic pilot, so the villain needed only to duck in behind me, and order, “Drive us home.”

The ice eventually thawed to the point where the hero’s wrist was out and visible. It counted upwards in perfect synchronicity with the villain’s and mine. But he was powerless to stop as his worst enemy stole away his true love.