(Lol, i like both 2 and 3 as well, i just couldn't decide which of 2 and 3 to pick so i just did a random thing, got 2 and rated it slightly higher and yada yada yada)
4. 9/10, I love this one as wellll :>
(Pft-ok-here is another oneeeeeeee-I kinda feel like one could combine 2 and this one to make a really good story ngl-)
No.
No, no, no, this wasn't supposed to happen.
This had to be a dream—it had to be. If it wasn't, the villain might well be dead.
It wasn't supposed to turn out like this.
Anything but this.
"Hey," they choked out, clutching the hero's hand—it was so cold—against their chest, their eyebrows furrowed and their lips turned down into a frown. Their voice cracked, a hint of panic seeping into their tone. The villain's eyes were wild.
"Hey, hey, stay with me here," they croaked again, letting go of the hero's cold hand to shake them gently by their shoulders. The hero gave only a small, gentle, tired smile in return as they met the villain's gaze.
How could this happen?
They'd never told them to kill the hero. In fact, they'd told them not to touch them. This was their game, their field; they'd wounded each other, sure, but never to the point that it would be fatal.
"You should..." The hero heaved for breath, voice slurring. "Stop frowning... So much." They were so pale. So pale and cold. The villain's mind was like a tornado; spinning, spinning, spinning. "You'll get wrinkles... You know?" The hero let loose a bittersweet chuckle.
They looked so, so tired.
"Stop talking," the villain snapped, tears filling their eyes; tears they refused to let fall. "Stop talking and keep your eyes open and stay with me." Because the villain could see them slipping, and they weren't ready to see them go.
"I told them," they half-growled, half-sobbed. "I told them not to kill you."
The hero chuckled bitterly. "Had a feeling... That it... Would have happened... anyway..."
"I'll kill them." They'd never felt so sure of anything in their lives—
"Hey, hey." the hero shook their head. "Wasn't... Their fault. Would have happened—" a pained gasp "—anyway..." They were repeating themselves.
I don't care, because they're going to suffer for what they did to you.
"Pocket!" The hero exclaimed suddenly, then grimaced as pain clouded their features. So pale. So cold.
Stay with me.
"What?"
"My pocket. On right... Paper. Take it."
"No." Because then you'll leave me and I don't want you to leave because oh my god please baby please stay with me just stay with me stay with me stay with me—
"Please."
"Why?"
Stay with me.
"Trust me."
Stay with me.
The villain found the piece of paper. The hero cupped their hands around the villain's fist and gave them a warm smile.
Then they sighed.
And then...
And then they were gone.
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Those broken eyes,
That tired smile;
I loved you at your worst
Before I'd seen you at your best.
The villain had never cried so much in their life.
Stay with me, baby.
They kept the paper in their pocket; the world would pay for what it had done.
When I'm done—
I'll stay with you.
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(AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-ok. Two shorter ones.)
- Centaur warrior braiding flowers that symbolize courtship into the hair of another centaur from a neighboring clan without them knowing.
- An immortal being (god, angel, lich, cursed being, etc.) who's been with the same love by finding them every reincarnation.
(PFT-WE GOT A 10/10 BOYSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Ok so this next one-I'm kind of obsessed with it-I think it might be my favorite-)
Two kingdoms in war. After many years the king of one of the kingdoms offers peace, but the other is very sceptical.
During the mission of peace the king orders his eldest son to kidnap his rival's daughter and to use her a hostage to keep the peace and some advantage over his adversary.
After some time the prince finally returns home triumphant, but hesitant. The other king had discovered everything and he and his men almost died trying to escape from him.
The prince's father excitedly opens the chest brought by his son, expecting to see his nemesis' daughter, only to see a slender young man inside.
The king is confused. He orders a explanation.
The prince comes forward. He says that he thought that the other king only male heir would be far more worth to him than one of his daughters.
The king is very upset, but he understands.
Little he knows that the young man wanted to be kidnapped. He had an arranged wedding coming soon, with a princess that he hated. The young prince wanted to escape his rigid father and his insipid bride so badly, that when he discovered the other prince's plan he eagerly proposed to help him escape, but with a condition, to take him instead of his sister.
"Please, take me with you!" The young man pleaded while holding the other's hands. Both blushed. Their faces were just inches apart.
Something really had sparked between them that night and since that day something still was happening between the two.
The king couldn't understand why so suddenly his son wanted so badly to share a room with that prince. "Why does he spends so much time with him?" He thought.
But as in the Iliad and in some other classics, the kidnapping of a young royal always has consequences. The other king wants his only male heir back and he is willing to fight for him.