Repeat After Me:

~ I HATE YOU BUT I LOVE YOU ~ ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous request: hello I'm writing a lovers to enemies to lovers book but I really need some prompts bc I think there's too much bickering and not enough fluff 😭😭 pls help

Feel free to use and reblog!

saying one thing but meaning the other aka acting hateful but having loving feelings

^ "You're the worst person" *while being super gentle/caring with the other*

"I'd do everything to ensure that they don't get away with it." *literally helping them get away with it*

A: "Ugh, I hate [Person B] so much" C: "But they're so sweet and nice to you." A: "Yeah, exactly. That's so hateful of them."

the other person has always made their blood boil but it takes them a while to realise that the reasons have changed

how can someone be so aggravating and so arousing at the same time?

being mean and provoking upfront just to do nice and thoughtful things behind their back

*both bickering* *Person A suddenly going quiet and grinning at Person B* Person B: "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Person A: "Because you're just arguing so much with me because you like me." *Person B turning red*: "... nOo..."

realising their feelings for the other person but it just makes them meaner because they're overcompensating (after all, no one should know that they're actually in love with person B)

they have been very snippy and full of snide remarks towards person B but since they realised they have feelings for them their mind goes blank and they go mute in front of person B

avoiding the other person as they're enemies but full on ghosting them once they realise their own feelings for their enemy

trying to mask their feelings in the least obvious way: just openly telling them how they're feeling because they wouldn't believe it anyway

^ "Do you know that you actually have a special place in my heart? Oh, how I love and cherish you!" "Yeah, fuck you too!"

A: "Do you sometimes feel that the line between hate and love can be very thin?" B: "They are the strongest feelings after all. Maybe they're actually the same and it doesn't make a difference whether you hate or love."

A: "Stop messing with me! You could never love me!" B: "Oh, if only you knew! I hate how much I love you!"

I DONT CARE I AM SHIFTING

I AM SHIFTING

WE ARE SHIFTING

YOU ARE SHIFTING

THEY ARE SHIFTING

EVERYONE IS SHIFTING.

NOTHING CAN STOP YOU. NOT EVEN YOURSELF.

SET THE INTENTION. BUILD YOUR MEMORY.

REPEAT TO YOURSELF

EVERYDAY

TILL YOU GO HOME

BECAUSE YOU WILL.

only hot girls will understand this feeling

On Christmas Eve

In which Hero arrives home after a long day only to find Villain sitting under their Christmas tree like a present Hero never dared to ask for.

Warnings: suggestive (clearly), cute spice

The last weeks of December were something akin to torment. The season of giving meant the resurgence of crime, thus leading to late hours and unending shifts for Hero. Christmas Eve was no different. They spent the entire day dashing from one part of the city to the other, only to end up missing several key attacks, deemed more important by the mayor and being reprimanded by the main asshole of the town. Hero was seconds away from smashing the idiot's face in when the bells of the city cathedral started ringing. The early mass was about to begin.

Hero cursed under their breath, finally remembering what day it was. With a sigh, they stepped away. Now that their patrol was over, Hero wanted one thing and one thing only - to crawl into bed and remain under the covers for the entire holiday season, preferably with something - or someone - warm under their arm. With the second option being as unrealistic as it gets, Hero had no choice but to opt for the more probable one.

By the time they get home, the clock chimes quarter to midnight. They don't bother with dinner, dropping their suit onto the floor and planting face-first on the mattress, somehow managing to pull their pyjamas on in that position.

With how exhausted they are it's no surprise they fail to notice the soft tapping sound from downstairs - someone's bare feet against their kitchen tiles. However, the tapping noise continues, followed by clanking of ceramics. That finally draws Hero's mind out of the blissful hazy state, prompting them to turn over with a deep groan, their eyes still shut. A part of them wishes to allow the intruder to rob them to avoid getting up. If they are a failure to the city, they might as well let this crime slide.

It's at that moment that their brain catches up to the thoughts drifting lazily in it, prompting them to jolt into an upright position on the bed. No one would break into their house when there are better (and less secure) places to rob.

They take a moment to listen as the soft tapping of feet comes once more, moving about their house with purpose. This forces Hero out of bed, as they rub their eyes, tiptoeing out of their bedroom and down the corridor, ears on high alert for any weird noises. Except it's not a noise that catches their attention this time. Why the hell are the lights on their Christmas tree on?

Hero prances down the stairs, squinting in the dark as they scan the hallway and the front door, noting that it's locked. They take a deep breath before stepping into the living room, illuminated by the soft glow of the flickering Christmas lights, only to find Villain sitting under the tree. Like a goddamn present. In fucking pyjamas. With a cup of hot chocolate in hand.

"What the..." Hero's voice dies down, their thoughts trailing off in utter confusion. They rub their eyes to make sure they're not hallucinating the little shit of an enemy they had since day one of becoming a hero.

"Hi," Villain looks up with a toothy - and breathtaking - grin, taking a sip of their drink and releasing a satisfied hum at the warm feeling.

"Excuse me?" Hero squeaks, incredulous and slightly dumbfounded by the casual demeanour of their nemesis in their home. Since when does Villain know their address? They don't manage to ask that, interrupted by the voice that intrudes their thoughts in the same unabashed manner as their house.

"You're out of marshmallows," Villain states, chuckling sheepishly as they point toward the second mug on the coffee table. "Well, now."

"Um..." What on Earth is Hero supposed to say in response to that? They freeze, gaping at Villain.

"Stop staring at me like I've grown a second head," Villain snorts, giving them a quick once-over.

Hero shuffles, Villain's gaze sending a shiver down their spine. They step closer, lowering themself on the armchair, still doubtful but finally able to form coherent sentences. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I was feeling lonely," the criminal shrugs, taking a gulp of their drink, while still maintaining intense eye contact. "You've been ignoring me."

Hero picks up their mug, tentatively sipping from it. The rich chocolaty taste fills their mouth, relaxing the lingering tension in their shoulders. "I've had a busy week."

"A lot of parties to attend?" Villain teases, leaning against the leg of the armchair behind their back. Their tone is mocking, but there is an undercurrent of curiosity in their words.

Hero rolls their eyes, huffing. "Sod off," they grumble. "I don't like those events if you weren't aware."

"I thought you loved the attention," Villain keeps pushing, eyes glistening with mischief at the prospect of getting under Hero's skin. They smirk, looking Hero up and down again, their gaze dark and charged with something unreadable. "Pity. Not just the supersuit you fill out nicely."

Hero raises their brow at their nemesis, about to comment something smart on that statement when a realisation pops into their head. "Did you just compliment me?" Their voice nearly breaks at the end, forcing a cough from their throat.

"You look hot in those PJs," Villain admits, averting their gaze to stare at the extremely enticing Christmas tree. They hope the flickering lights will suffice to mask the flush on their skin.

Hero hums, digesting the new information, their gaze trailing over Villain's body. "Can't deny you look good in yours too," they murmur, a smirk blossoming on their face as the penny finally drops.

This idiot came to spend Christmas with them. Now that was interesting enough to be out of bed tonight or get back into it later - depends on how things go. Certainly not the worst turn of events; Hero will give them that.

"Are you mocking me?" Villain asks, watching them with surprise clear in their warm brown eyes. They don't know what they were expecting from coming here, but it turned out better so far.

Hero chuckles, shaking their head at the adorable reaction. "No, I meant that," they state, sliding off their seat and onto the floor across from Villain, their knees brushing against the other's. Their nemesis looks stunned, not responding long enough for Hero's amusement to grow. "I'm glad you're here," they muse, bringing their cup up to their lips to hide the softened smile on their face.

"You..." Villain pauses long enough to fix their suddenly high-pitched voice. "Really?" They take another sip and lick melted marshmallow fluff from the edge of the mug, causing Hero's breath to hitch in their throat.

Oh, sweet baby Jesus...

"Mhm," Hero hums, downing their chocolate in one large gulp. They can feel Villain's smouldering gaze on their throat as it bops up and down. "I was craving something sweet after a long day."

"I can, um, fetch more chocolate?" Villain suggests, trying to get their mind out of the gutter yet failing miserably, their cheeks heating up even more at the thoughts running wild.

Villain is about to get up when Hero catches their wrist and pulls them onto their lap. "I'd rather have something else," Hero murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of their mouth.

They expect to be shoved away, maybe even slapped across the face. What Hero does not expect is for Villain to shiver and wrap their arms around their neck.

"You have some fluff left here... and here," Hero mutters between kisses before taking Villain's bottom lip into their mouth, sucking gently. Their fingers trace the curve of Villain's jaw, their free arm wrapping around their nemesis' waist, guiding them to straddle Hero.

Villain's lips part almost instinctively, allowing Hero to deepen the kiss with a deep moan in the back of their throat. Hero's grip on them tightens, pulling Villain's body flush against their chest and tangling their hand in Villain's hair.

They break apart minutes later, gasping for oxygen through heavy pants. Villain remains still in their arms, fingers idly tracing the sides of their neck. Hero peels their eyes open, resting their forehead against Villain's with a faint murmur. "You're all I need right here, underneath the tree, baby."

Villain meets their gaze with a darkened one, words dying on their swollen, reddened lips. "I-"

"Stay," is the only word Hero whispers before Villain captures their mouth in another heated kiss. Hero can't help the moan that escapes them, their hand slipping under Villain's pyjama top as they kiss them back.

"Why, because it's cold outside?" Villain jokes, earning a growling laugh from Hero. Their arm tightens around Villain's waist, their free hand sliding to grab Villain's leg as they push forward, laying Villain down on the soft carpet and hovering over them.

"Cheeky little-" Hero's words are cut short by the clock chiming midnight. They pause, looking down at Villain, sprawled out underneath them, in their starry-eyed and kiss-drunk glory. "Because I want you for Christmas."

Villain gazes up at them, licking their lips before nodding. "Merry Christmas, baby." They murmur, leaning up and brushing their lips against Hero's jawline, mouthing down their neck. Hero lets out a low moan, their hands squeezing Villain's thighs as they bring their body down, flush against Villain's.

If there is one thing Hero knows for sure it's that they won't let Villain leave when the morning comes.

A/N: I have no idea if I should even be posting this on a religious holiday, but it's Christmas-themed, so... I guess it's okay? Hopefully?

Anyway, thank you so much for reading! It's finally the end of the year so I will (I hope) have some time to write. As always, let me know what you think. And to those that are celebrating now...

Merry Christmas!

Love,

xo Sunny

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I hate that people feel they need to “align” with their DR selves or “become” like their DR self…

Baby that’s YOU. You do not need to do anything to accept that you are already your DR self, you just need to accept it. Your DR self is strong and cool and badass? SO ARE YOU, CAUSE THAT IS YOU!

Your experiences will be different in every dr and how you react to things may change but you, at your core, will always be YOU. You don’t need to “align” with anything, you just have to accept yourself.

I hope I articulated this right. For me accepting my “DR self” went along with my self concept, and realizing that my dr self is me and I don’t need to do anything to change who I am at my core helped me a lot on my shifting journey.

Not to say that you can’t change things about yourself that you don’t like, you absolutely can. But you gotta accept that there is no good or bad parts of you, there is just You. So the things you want to change, change them. But don’t feel like you need to embody anything as if you don’t already have it.

You have it all. It’s yours. All of it.

Better posts will hopefully come soon, I’m still recovering from Covid. But I hope this helps someone.

TIME DOESN'T EXIST , CLOCKS EXIST a theory .

The proof that everything is about shifting if you try hard enough .

Many philosophers agree on the idea that time, in fact, does not exist; we have simply created a segment with that name and adopted it. We all live in a continuous routine created by the grand concept of "time," which ultimately makes us its slaves.

The same concept applies to days, weeks, months, and years. The universe, theoretically, was created about 3.8 billion years ago, but who actually discovered that? The universe is infinite, and it probably—and certainly—has existed for much longer than that.

And now I’ll make you think for a moment : Scientists agree that the universe was created by the Big Bang, while according to Christian and Jewish faith, God created the universe, and in Islamic faith, Allah created it. All these theories lead to the same result and the same question: if there was indeed someone or something that created the universe, what existed before that happened?

None of these theories is confirmed to be true, because no one will ever know where the universe truly originated. We are infinite; our subconscious is spread throughout the entire galaxy and beyond. There are infinite universes and different dimensions, and in each of these dimensions, everyone has their own belief about who truly created the universe. Amidst this infinity, there may be beings with theories and faiths completely different from those on this planet.

What I’m trying to say is that we are not unique; our bodies are just insignificant masses of matter in an infinite universe. Our subconscious and awareness are something different. As I mentioned, we are not unique and never will be. This is why many people are born in this universe and feel they don’t belong here. Consequently, the universe has made reality shifting accessible to them so they can find where they truly believe they belong.

Another theory that can be adopted in this situation is the philosophical question: "If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?" Yes, it does.

If you successfuly shift your subconscious between realities and no one is around to see you do it, have you still changed?

Yes, non-believers, just because a person doesn't have proof that their reality has changed, doesn't mean they haven't changed, you don't live in their head to know what they did or didn't do. Just because you failed in your attempt doesn't give you the right to spread your tantrum on them. Get a life, a job, maybe.

@edensreality

Love, love, BOOM!

shifting experience! ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ — 2/26/23

this is the night i shifted. it was around 2am about to be 3am and i was veryyy tired, very sleepy. but regardless, i put on my earphones and started to listen to my guided meditation. i barely made it past the beginning fully conscious until i fell asleep and woke up again; i still had my earphones in and the meditation going. i didn’t open my eyes or anything. i switched positions then again, i knocked out. MIND YOU, i don’t know when this all happened. could’ve been in the span of a few minutes to a few hours— who knows.

alright, now this part is difficult to describe. i was on my back, no longer hearing the meditation and while my eyes were closed i was able to see? the ceiling was different and i remember being confused but not entirely fazed, i then ‘closed’ my eyes as i moved onto my side. i couldn’t see anything THEN i opened them again and bitchhhh lemme tell youu… (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

(my wr is a luxury penthouse, the middle pic is my bedroom ^^) i saw the whole left of the room (since i was on my side) i saw the panels of windows and the way the rain poured down the glass, the grey sky and clouds, the buildings too. the panel closest to the wall being slightly opened (as i want it to be), the nightstand right there with that lamp on top AND ON!! the way outside was the exact weather i wanted it to be, how dim and nice the whole room was. AMAZING GUYS!! IM TELLING YOUUU. although!! i didn’t freak out or anything, i barely realized and in those few moments i was there, i was like “oh. okay cool” LIKEEEE??? my surroundings felt so different, yet so familiar that it really wasn't different. my bed was different, the pillow and sheets— everything. i was just so comfortable that it didn’t faze me. the best i can explain how comfortable, how normal it all felt is when you’re lying in bed. SOOO comfy, so at peace, you’re not actively acknowledging your surroundings, right? you’re just so at ease, you’re not constantly thinking of the mattress or fixating on the way everything feels. you’re just there. to continue on, in these few moments of looking around a bit and acknowledging where i was, i snuggled into my pillow and blanket then knocked tf out and that was it. obv i ended up waking up here but absolutely amazing!! this is such a huge milestone in my journey and i’m so incredibly happy about it!! @sabs-shifts <3 i’m so excited to go back but for a good while this time!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

to quote a lovely friend of mine @evangelineshifts “I’ve shifted a few times albeit briefly and the way it feels so normal is so jarring like ??? Idk I think we all expect it to be the like mind churning, exploding life changing experience and then when it’s just like “you’re home :D” 🤨” — it literally isn’t at all grand and crazy LMAO, it felt like nothing and was so incredibly normal. but of course, as always, everyone's journey is different <3

3d vs 4d

This is one of the big epiphanies I've had recently, and it's going to sound questionable. Or not. Ig many other LOA blogs have thought of this before but I'm still figuring out the logic of things lmfao

SO

nothing you do in the 3D has any impact whatsoever. It has no consequences. Nothing comes out of it, good or bad.

YOU CAN'T CHANGE THE 3D BY ACTING IN THE 3D

babes, the 3d is dead. Like legit. It's a fire gone out, you can't do anything with it. It holds no power, none whatsoever

That might seem daunting at first, but it's actually freeing: it doesn't matter!!! It doesn't matter if you saw bad grades on your last few exams, it doesn't matter what the reflection in the mirror is like, it's DEAD!!!!!

Even more, you don't have to force yourself to do anything you dislike out of hope of changing your circumstances: you don't have to study 9 hours a day, you don't have to workout religiously, you don't have to diet, because nothing done in the 3D has consequences to the REAL world

Which, finally means, that ALL CHANGE must be achieved in the 4d

Aka in your mind

Now's the part where you cry from joy and say "oh my god I'm so relieved" bc baby changing things in your mind is literally the easiest thing in the world

Going through class after class thinking "no I can't sleep I need to study more" is depressing, so instead of it you can retreat to your mind and tell yourself all you want to hear

"I've already passed my exams"

"My past grades were all A's"

"I am the perfect student"

And that's it. It's done. The minute you tell yourself these things, you've done not only everything you could—you've done everything you HAD to

You don't need to do anything in the 3d

You've changed your perception of things and now your outer world will reflect it

By retreating into your mind and telling yourself all you want to hear, you are effectively shaping your reality

And there are NO bad consequences associated with it, unless you think there are

Meaning; you won't fail your exams bc instead of studying you meditated and changed your state

...except if you obsess over that possibility and give it power

Then it might happens

But if it does, no panic, continue denying everything you don't like about the 3d, and it is BOUND to change

Nothing's ever a lost cause, nothing's set in stone

You are safe from everything in your mind

Your only job is to change your inner world. That's it

Done: Part 2

Part 1

Warning: This got more suggestive than expected. Minors DNI. 

It was quiet. Alarmingly so. Not a step broke the serenity of the library; not a page was being turned along the long rows of bookshelves, and not a shadow crossed the aisles. Villain let out a content sigh and returned their attention to the book on their lap. They were particularly fond of this secluded spot. They would visit the library every day when they were not yet known as Villain. Now that they had left the criminal life behind, this place seemed the best start for their new life. 

To their utter surprise, the citizens were worried for them when they did not show up for the regular battle in the middle of the week. They even started a mob leading to Hero’s headquarters to demand answers. Things were getting out of hand at an alarming speed, so Villain had to make an appearance and announce that the two parties had reached an agreement and would be ceasing their confrontations. 

Many still suspect that Hero did something to them. Well, to be fair, Hero did do something to them. More precisely, Hero did them. Except Villain could not get up there and say that. Not when the idea brought vehement colour to their face. It didn’t help that Hero kept teasing them too. When they made the announcement claiming to have reached a consensus, Hero chuckled. They then proceeded to inform everyone there were many disputes to discuss, to which Hero wiggled their eyebrows suggestively. Villain had to cut their speech short for the risk of exposing themselves. Their cheeks were burning brighter than the sun.

“I knew I’d find you here,“ Hero’s voice drags them out of their thoughts. They are standing across the window sill where Villain is seated, meaning they had to cross half of the library to get there. And Villain heard nothing. Shit. 

“How?” Villain wasn’t avoiding them. They were not. They might have needed time to think about what happened, because banging the enemy once was bad enough. Spending an entire night with them was worse. Finding it hard to leave in the morning because they crave more… was unthinkable. To say the least.

“I might have noticed you before we started the whole power play, ya know?“ Hero waves their hand vaguely, not pointing at anything. Or rather, at everything. “Back in uni.”

The thought sends a pleasant shiver down Villain’s spine. They shift, sliding their legs off the sill to sit upright. “Not funny.”

“Wasn’t trying to be.” Hero takes a few steps forward, blocking their way out. “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not.” Villain has to squeeze the words out. Their throat feels tight, which has nothing to do with the memory of Hero’s mouth against it. Nothing at all.

“Yeah, right,” Hero shakes their head in disbelief at such a blatant lie. They lean against one of the bookshelves and cross their arms over their chest. “That’s why I haven’t seen you for a week.”

Villain huffs, unamused. They are not prepared for this conversation because anything Hero says will correspond with their desires, and they do not have enough arguments to counter them. Shit. “We agreed to stop meeting, remember?”

“No, we agreed to stop fighting for the city none of us needs,” Hero corrects with a patient smile. “We didn’t agree to stop seeing each other.”

“Hero, we can’t keep doing…” Villain breaks the charade, finally meeting their gaze. Hero doesn’t move, meeting their eyes with determination, “…what we did.”

“Why?” Hero’s voice is calm as they speak, yet they shrink when their nemesis remains silent. They know they are done for and that this idiot is to blame for that. Hero only needs to convey that much to them. “I thought you wanted it as much as I did.”

Villain cannot handle the dejected expression on their face. “I did.” I do. God, I do. They want to say it, and they almost do but stop a second too soon. “God, I… this is insanity!“

“No, it’s not.” Something about the way they speak encourages Hero. They move forward and slide their hands up Villain’s thighs, spreading their legs to stand between them. 

Hero is too close for Villain’s brain to function. Yet they make no attempts to distance themselves. “What are you doing?”

“This place always makes me think of you.“ The statement catches Villain by surprise. They are speechless for a good moment, staring at their ex-nemesis in wide-eyed wonder. “Or the things I wanted to do to you here.”

“W-what?” Villain’s breath hitches in their throat. They swallow. Hero’s eyes are locked on their neck as they pull their shirt to the side.

“You were always so quiet, sitting here with your books and those glasses you wore,” Hero’s lips meet their collarbone, feather-light and short as if testing the waters. They pause, lips parted in deep breaths, waiting for a reaction.

“Shit, Hero,” Villain can’t exactly articulate anything at this point. They grab the sides of Hero’s face and lean down, kissing them intense and deep. 

Hero lets out a low growl, pulling them closer by the waist. “Let’s see if you can stay quiet now.”

“Fuck it, Hero, the library…” A part of Villain’s conscious mind attempts to reason. But, as another kiss is placed on their collarbone, they find themselves unable to form coherent sentences. “Oh god… It’s… about… to open.”

“You think I care?” Hero whispers into the skin below their ear, then presses a kiss against their pulse. Shit.

“Bad Hero.” Villain’s words contrast the way their arms wrap around Hero’s shoulders, drawing them closer.

“For fuck’s sake, I’m not a dog,” Hero chuckles as their eyes fall shut when Villain’s hands run through their hair. They take a deep breath to steady their mind and add with a crooked smile. “Although I do know how to bite.” 

Villain hisses when Hero actually bites their jaw, then proceeds to kiss apologies into their skin. They lean back to look into Villain’s eyes, who finds it increasingly more difficult to focus on anything that doesn’t involve their nemesis on their bed. “You’re sweet, you know that?” 

“Fuck, stop with the teasing, will you?” Their impatience earns a satisfied grin from Hero. Smug bastard. 

“Mhm,” they look up with such longing that Villain’s head starts spinning. They know they are about to lose it, but what Hero says next is what sends them. “Tell me what you want then.”

With a shaky exhale, they clutch Hero’s collar and crush their lips in a starved kiss. “You. Fuck. You. I want you.” The heated whisper makes Hero’s knees buckle. 

They are wrapped in each others arms and panting heavily when the doors swing open, letting the librarians in. Villain’s entire body goes rigid in panic when Hero peels off of them. They struggle to fix their clothes, then escape through the window when someone rounds the corner. 

“Now that’s an adrenaline rush!” Hero exclaims in agitated excitement when they land in the safety of the roof.

“You are sick, you know that?” Villain exhales, still processing the implications and possibilities of getting caught. “Fucking bonkers!”

Hero laughs at that, dropping their head back and enjoying the blush creeping up Villain’s neck and cheeks. “You love it. Admit it already.” 

“You wish,” Villain retorts, leaning against the chimney for support. Their legs are weak from stress and arousal, but they won’t admit the second one in a lifetime.

“That I do,” Hero confesses with a sly smile, their lips swollen from making out. “Wanna know what else I’m gonna do?”

“If you say me, I’ll punch you,” Villain almost snarls, trying their best to look displeased. The warning earns a chuckle from Hero. 

They shake their head at how worked up Villain still is. “That too, but I meant taking you out to dinner.”

Villain’s eyes narrow in suspicion. They watch Hero approach them step by step. “No adrenaline this time?” 

“None if you wish so.” Villain knows for a fact Hero is lying. They can’t be over the fact that Villain called their confrontations boring. Hero’s eyes sparkle dangerously as they take the last step. They are going to give Villain a dinner to remember. “But that can wait.”  

They press their body flush against Villain’s, nailing them up against the chimney on top of the public library. “I’m not done with you just yet. I doubt I’ll ever be.” 

The claim earns a soft moan from Villain’s lips, but before they can process what that promise entails, Hero kisses them again.

Part 1

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As promised :) I hope you like it!