I Am This Close To Writing A Book With The “hero Gets Betrayed Countless Times By The People They Risk

Naama Levi is back home

at this point I should just make a side blog shouldn't I-

All Hamas has to do is return the hostages and then they'll get back the electricity and water and food that Israel doesn't even owe them, but no, the hostages are more important

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Kind Touch #4

Part 4 of kind touch as requested by @divia237​, I hope you enjoy it!

First three parts on my masterlist.

If you’re looking for some deep character development or plot twists, this isn’t the place for you, but if you’re looking for some completely, (maybe slightly over the top) self indulgent fluff that will make you feel all warm and fuzzy, then you’ve come to the right place, because I was smiling like an idiot the entire time I was writing this.

The hero and villain got settled into bed fairly quickly, aside from the fact the villain was practically refusing to make eye contact with the hero after they had asked to sleep in the other’s bed again. 

The only thing the hero was struggling with was not teasing the villain about how absolutely adorable they were. They were so sheepish and embarrassed, all because of such a simple, innocent thing! Whenever the hero would try and meet their eyes, they would blush slightly and look away, fidgeting with their hands. The hero had to bite their lip, though, because they didn’t want to dissuade the villain from asking again in the future. 

Once the hero had climbed into bed, though, all they had to do was open their arms, and the villain quietly crawled in to cuddle up next to them, resting their head on the hero’s chest—no arguing or stubborn remarks. Within minutes, the villain was sound asleep at their side. The hero, however, was content merely laying there. They watched the villain snuggle in closer to them subconsciously in their sleep, even loosely holding onto the hero’s shirt with a hand that was resting on the other’s chest next to the villain’s head. 

There was something so special about this, these select few moments in time where the villain was truly at peace. The hero knew they didn’t trust easily and certainly didn’t give themselves over any easier. 

It was strange, seeing a villain like this. If you didn’t know them, they’d seem like any other normal person. They looked so harmless like this, wrapped in the hero’s arms. There was also this added specialness now that the villain had asked for this, instead of just being persuaded. The hero knew the villain was far from innocent, but right now, they looked the part. 

Suddenly the villain tensed in their arms, curling in on themselves. 

“Shhhh,” the hero soothed, running their fingers through the villain’s hair. What did villains have nightmares about anyway? As curious as the hero was, they weren’t going to push the other to talk about it. It made their heart ache though, knowing the villain had suffered from these nightmares almost every night since staying with the hero, and probably long before. 

Playing with the villain’s hair worked the few times the hero had seen the nightmares happening, but it didn’t seem to be doing the trick for whatever they were dreaming about this time.

“Shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay,” the hero whispered when the villain flinched in their hold again. 

Despite the hero’s efforts, the villain tensed again before suddenly jolting awake, gasping for breath as they rocketed upright, hand flying to their chest. 

The hero sat up behind them, giving the villain a moment to reorient themselves before speaking, “Are you alright?” they asked softly. Despite their tone, the villain flinched at the noise, having not realized the hero was awake at all. 

“Hey, you’re okay,” they tried. 

“I’m fine,” The villain snapped in a sharp yet slightly breathless tone, twisting away from the hero further and curling in on themselves. 

“Okay,” the hero replied softly, in a way meant to hopefully remind the villain they weren’t trying to fight. 

They seemed to get the message, because the defensiveness in the villain’s shoulders deflated, though they kept their back to the hero. 

“Excuse me for waking you up,” the villain said after a moment of silence. 

“You didn’t; I wasn’t asleep yet,” the hero replied. 

The villain turned to them in shock, scanning their face as if looking for a sign the hero was lying just to make them feel better. When they didn’t find one, however, a light blush dusted their cheeks, and they turned their head away again awkwardly at the realization the hero must have been watching them.

The hero saw the villain clench their fists where they rested in their lap.

“Are you sure you’re-”

“I should go sleep in my bed,” the villain interrupted, moving to get up, “so you can finally get some sleep and all," 

"No, wait! Please don’t!’ the hero replied in shock, a hand flying out to land the villain’s shoulder. The villain froze.

"I like having you in here,” the hero admitted, which caused the villain to look at them in shock, eyes wide.

“re-really?" 

"Yeah, I do,” the hero replied earnestly, “and even if I didn’t, you asked to sleep in here earlier,” they reminded, causing the villain to blush and look down, “Talk to me, what’s wrong?" 

The villain was shocked at just how pleading the hero sounded. 

"I just- I shouldn’t get used to this,” the villain replied quietly, wringing their hands nervously, “I’ll probably be better in a week, two max," 

"Yeah, hopefully…” the hero replied in confusion. Wasn’t getting better a good thing? “What’s wrong with that?" 

"No, that’s not- it’s just, I’m only staying here while I’m recovering or whatever, so,” The villain responded. 

Suddenly, it clicked in the hero’s head.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” the hero replied, failing to keep their amusement out of their tone. The villain’s head snapped to look at them, and they were met with the hero’s fond yet teasing smirk. 

Before the villain could reply, the hero lurched forward, wrapping their arms around the villain so they could fall back down onto the bed with them, carefully avoiding the villain’s wounds while they did. The villain was too shocked to fight back, only replying with a surprised squeak noise. 

“You don’t have to leave once you’re better if you don’t want to,” The hero stated before the villain had a chance to say something first. The hero’s voice was so fond sounding; it made the villain’s heart pound in their chest. 

“What?” the villain replied after the moment it took for their brain to catch up. 

“You don’t have to go once you’re all healed up,” the hero replied, twirling a strand of the villain’s hair gently. 

“I- well- I can’t just stay-" 

"Of course you can silly, what did you think I was going to kick you out the second all your injuries were healed?” The hero asked in amusement. 

“Well, no- but-" 

"I was actually kinda hoping you’d stay if I’m honest,” the hero admitted in a quieter, softer tone. 

Suddenly the villain pushed themselves up, just enough to see the hero’s face, “Really?" 

"Mhm," 

"Why?” the villain asked, narrowing their eyes, “Why would you want me to stay?" 

The hero gave them a lopsided smile, "What? You think villains are the only ones who enjoy having someone to cuddle with?” they joked, causing the villain to blush, “You’re quite nice to have around,” the hero went on to explain in a more serious tone, “I like talking with you, you always have something interesting to add, you’re so passionate about your interests, at least when you’re not trying to keep up that big bad persona of yours,” they teased before continuing, “Seriously, it’s going to feel so lonely without you around," 

The villain stared at them, completely dumbstruck as they struggled to process what they’d just heard.

"I-,” they shook their head, trying to get their thoughts straight, “really?” they asked in disbelief. 

The hero laughed warmly, giving the villain a smile, “Yes, really," 

The villain just continued to stare. 

"Come on,” the hero said, opening their arms as an invitation, “It’s late, we can talk about it more in the morning, but you don’t need to worry about it, okay?" 

The villain bit their lip in contemplation before nodding and settling back down, readjusting themselves so they could rest their head on the hero’s chest again. 

After a couple of minutes of silence, the villain finally spoke. 

"Thank you…” they said quietly, so quietly the hero almost didn’t hear it. 

Thank you. That was the first time the hero had ever heard the villain say it. The villain had never thanked them for anything, not that the hero required a thank you, but it was clearly something the villain didn’t just say on a whim. 

The only response the villain got, and the last thing they remembered before the world went black again, was the feeling of a gentle kiss on the top of their head while a hand continued playing with their hair. 

Next Part

I bought those colors yesterday and they ended in the middle of the drawing. https://www.instagram.com/p/B9JiC_bB3m9/?igshid=1bqiunhrbunt8

"You'll be left alone here."

Hero didn't even look back. Seemingly not hearing him as she looked for arrows on the ground.

Villain stood at the other side of the room, gripping the rusty dorknob.

"This is hopeless."

She made no indication that she heard him. Only threw a chair that stood between her and a single, glinting arrow.

She then moved next to the arrowslit, trying her bow with it. Not sparing him a glance.

"Do you have death wish? Hero, they have spears and axes and torches- This whole town will turn to ashes."

She kept watching the window. Her posture tense and her breaths shallow.

"Her-"

"Then go,"

Her voice came out as a whisper.

"I am not stopping you."

To that, he found himself to be at loss for words. Because somehow, she did. His nerves urged him to run away, but he could only stand there watching her.

He knew that running away is what he needs to do now.He knew that these bastards marching here will take no prisoners. He knew Hero will not move from where she stands, prepairing to delay the mob for as long as she breaths. Ready to give her life for a chance that the townspeople will manage to get away.

Curse her tenacious soul.

She slightly tilted her face towards him. But in moment they locked eyes she seemed almost... surprised. As if she didn't expect him to still be there.

"You do not have to stay."

She said softly, fully looking at him now. She was battle-ready, but her rich walnut eyes shone with something softer. Will this be the last time he sees them?

"No."

She frowned, studying him carefully.

"Hero, please, this is crazy. How many do you think you'll take? And for WHAT?"

He gestured outside, where panicked families ran away as fast as they could.

"For som- some FOOLS who brought hell upon themeselve?"

"What did they ever do for you? What could possibly ever make you face an army for them!? Th-"

"But you are still here, too."

Hero's voice turned almost hopeful.

Villain looked aside. He should not be here. Maybe he was the crazy one.

"Some things in life are worth protecting. Even from an army."

He didn't even look at her, but could tell that she said it with a smile.

"I know you had it rough, we both had, but can you not imagine this?"

He dared looking back at her. Her eyes stayed steady on him.

"Having something you will fight for until your last breath?"

The way she said it was filled with purpose and hope and... and maybe even...

Before he thought of it, he took out his sword and stepped closer to her. She turned to face him, a relived smile on her features. Her shoulders relaxed when he gently touched her cheek.

A first wave of rushing warriors could be seen from the arrowslit.

"I can, actually."

Prompt #16

Hero walked into the department store a few hours after it had closed for the day, looking around at the many shelves. “Villain? I know you’re here!” They adjusted their glasses, held together by duct tape after their last fight with Villain.

“Oh, Hero! Excellent timing! I’m so sorry about yesterday, so I decided to get you all the glasses money could buy- I mean steal. Money could steal? I mean-“

“Other people need the glasses too, Villain. And I’d need to get the right prescription.”

“Oh... should I put them back?”

“Why’re you asking me?! Ooh, those ones look pretty...” They grabbed a pair of fancy looking glasses, then forced a stern expression. “But this doesn’t mean I condone stealing.”

Villain smiled. “Of course not.”

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