Requested by Jinx_2102. Hero X Villain Your Pov That damn villain. No matter how many times I manipulate the gravity around him, no matter how heavy I make the air, no matter how deep I drag him into the ground,he always breaks free. Always. Slipping through cracks with those damn shadows like smoke through a keyhole. It shouldn’t be possible. I’ve twisted skyscrapers into trenches, collapsed entire fields into sinkholes beneath his feet. He just laughs. Laughs. As if the crushing weight pressing down on every molecule in his body is a minor inconvenience. I hate that grin he wears, amused, like none of this matters. He calls me “Lightweight,” just to mock me. But I’ve seen what those shadows do when he stops playing around. I’ve seen the downfalls of many heroes greater then me. And still, I face him. I study him, the way the shadows bend toward his hands before he strikes, how he lifts his chin when he’s about to vanish. I know the patterns. I know him. And maybe that’s why it’s getting harder to hate him. Because the more I try to bring him down, the more I see… someone who wants to fall. But he never does. Because if I can’t bury his shadows beneath my gravity, maybe I can find the part of him still reaching for the light. His Pov: That damn hero. His hands never tremble, not even when he pulls the sky down on top of me. He stares like I’m a puzzle he’s already solved, like every trick I pull is just another line in the formula. Gravity. That’s his gift. And when he looks at me, I swear it’s not just the ground pulling me in, it’s him. He thinks I don’t notice the way he hesitates. The millisecond of restraint before he slams me into the pavement. He thinks I can’t feel it the way his power falters when I bleed. But I do. He doesn’t want to destroy me. Not completely. And that’s what makes this dangerous. Because every time he drags me back down, he leaves just enough space for me to rise again. He says he wants justice. I think he wants something more. Enjoy :)

Pirate X Pirate ⚠️Boy x Boy⚠️ Your Pov: The salty air mixed with smoke and screams felt nothing like the comfort I once sought in these waters. My fellow crew members were being captured one by one. The attack was in the middle of the night. We were so unprepared. I block a swing at me with my sword only for someone to run me through in the back. I collapse to the ground, my vision starting to blur. I hear a low, cruel voice, "So this is the famed captain." Then I hear the voice bark an order, "Take him on our ship and leave the rest." "No," I try to protest, but I think it just came out as a gurggle. The voice laughed, and then I fell into the black abyss. Nico's Pov: The famed captain of the shadow walkers has finally been caught. It's been so many years since I've seen him. After all, we were just poor dreaming orphans. But now he's finally mine again.

Hero X Villan Your Pov: That damn hero. Always so calm, so righteous, so cold. Literally. With his ice manipulation, I can rarely get close, no matter what animal I shift into. Falcon? Wings freeze mid-flight. Tiger? Slips on black ice before I can pounce. Even as mist, he just condenses me into a neat little puddle at his feet. It’s infuriating. He stands there, all smug in that pristine uniform, like he’s never once questioned the cause he's fighting for. Like freezing my ribs solid is somehow justice. I’ve studied his patterns. The way his right hand twitches before he casts. The half-second delay when he switches from defense to offense. I know him better than anyone else ever will. And I hate him for it. Because no matter how many times I fall, no matter how many times his damn frostbite licks my skin, I keep coming back. I have to. Because the only thing colder than his ice… is the reason I want him dead. Kireans Pov: That shifter again. I’ve faced her too many times now. I know the rhythm of her paws, the way the ground shudders just before impact. I don’t flinch anymore. She never learns. The moment her claws glint mid-air, I raise my hand. Frost bursts outward. She crashes into a wall of ice and slides down with a growl, already changing form. Smoke. A hawk. shadow with teeth. None of it matters. I breathe in. The temperature drops. Every time she falls, I hesitate. Just for a moment. She’s relentless. Wild. Angry in a way that feels... personal. Like this isn’t about justice or villainy anymore—it’s about me. Sometimes I wonder what made her this way. What kind of pain drives someone to shift into a monster just to reach me. Sometimes I think I see something behind her fury, something sharp and familiar. But then her eyes flash with hate, and I remind myself: She’s the villain. And I’m the hero. At least… that’s what they keep telling me. Enjoy :)

Mafia boss X Assassin Your Pov: The club smells of alcohol and regrets as you walk through. You're not here for plesnetrys, you're here to kill. Your target: Theodore, a rich and powerful mafia boss of New York, should be an easy job for a top assassin like you. Your job was simple: poison his drink and leave, and by no means can your identity be found. You walk through the clusters of dancing people, heading to the VIP room where your sources said he was. You enter the room only to find it empty, warning bells go off in your head, but before you have time to escape, you feel a pinch in your neck, and then the world goes dark. Theodore's Pov: What a rare find, both a beautiful and feisty woman played right into my hands. The trap had been set, and the bait had been placed; she couldn't have known better. No matter how I got her, she will be my company's assassin, and maybe something more for me. Enjoy :)

Assassin X Mafia boss. Your Pov: The air felt dangerous. You were walking into a lion's den after all. People swayed on the dance floor, pretending to be civilized to hide their true monsters underneath. Your mission was to assassinate Luca, the heir to his family's mafia business. Nobody told you that there was going to be a party included. More importantly, alarm bells were going off in your head, and over the years, you had learned to trust your instinct. Just then, you feel a tap on your shoulder to see Luca! The man you're supposed to assassinate. Luca's Pov: I scan the crowd looking for anyone even remotely close to interesting to dance with when my eyes lock on you. Standing alone, looking bored, perfect. I stride over to you, tapping you on your shoulder, only to be met with a swift elbow in the gut. Enjoy :)

⚠️BoyxBoy⚠️ Your Pov: After 7 years of brutal war, you finally made I had finally way back home after being medically discharged. My prosthetic leg wasn't the only thing that changed after the war. I feel like a shell of a man, struggling to find the will to live. Hopefully, Jack, the man I loved with all my heart, can fix that. As I knock on the front door of the house I share with Jack, images of the injured flash through my mind, all the men and women I couldn't save as a combat medic. The door opens, and I see Jack, older than when I last saw him, but still my Jack. Jack's Pov: It's been 7 years since you left to be a combat medic, now I'm here all alone. We barely finished our honeymoon before you were called for service. I miss you, your laugh, your smile, your warmth, all of you. I hear a knock on the door, I stoped hoping it was you a long time ago, "It's probably some salesperson," I think, but something tugs me to open the door. I see a man wearing my husband's face, a broken man in front of me, but I feel it in my bones, my husband has returned. Enjoy :)

Your Pov: You didn't want to come to the high school reunion. After all, he would be here, yet here you are. Making your way through clumps of your old classmates. You recently found out your college boyfriend of 4 years cheated on you, so having nothing better to do you went to entertain yourself, catch up with some old friends, and maybe, just maybe catch a glipse of him. You're already starting to regret coming high school was no place for you, and your one light during it hates you, right? Aiden's Pov: It's been 5 years since I last saw you. 5 years since our messy breakup. I miss you, and then I see you. Making your way through the crowd and my heart pangs with longing. You're still as radiant as the day I left you, and the rest of the room turns into a blur as I look at you. I own one of the biggest companies in the tech industry, and maybe, just maybe, you'll take me back. Everything else is up to you! Enjoy :)