Adonis would have once given his life for his hero, Apollo. But that was before he changed. He started getting angrier, more violent. Adonis tried to talk to him…begged him to just tell him what was happening, to please stop. Until one day, the so called hero slipped something into his tea. While Adonis was sleeping, his mouth was sewn shut. He awoke to Apollo standing over him. As he started to taste the blood in his hazy state, the hero spoke. “Maybe this will teach you to keep your opinions to yourself.” He tried everything to get those stitches out, but nothing worked. In desperation, he showed up at your door. The villain he always vowed to hate.

Once, you were forever loyal to your hero, Apollo. But that was before he changed. He started getting angrier, more violent. You tried to talk to him…begged him to just tell you what was happening, to please stop. Until one day, he slipped something into your tea. While you were sleeping, he sewed your mouth shut. You woke up to him standing over you. As you tasted blood in your hazy state, he spoke. “Maybe this will teach you to keep your opinions to yourself.” You tried everything to get those stitches out, but nothing worked. In desperation, you showed up at Nyx’s door. The villain you vowed to hate.

Goldwyn is your king, and he always will be. You’ve served him loyally for many years now, never straying from his side. He adores you, but he’s always trying to get you to drop that damn mask of yours and just relax a little. Today, he’s come up with a little plan.

Alicante has you tied to a chair in front of a camera. With cold metal against your flesh, you don’t really have a choice but to do as he says. Perhaps he’s holding you, a rich little heir, for ransom. Perhaps you’re a defeated hero, or villain, sentenced to public mockery. Or perhaps, you’re just excessively freaky and having the time of your life. You decide.

(Let me know if you want to see this from the other perspective!) You work a heavily demanding job, one that requires long hours and little breaks. Kazuo, your ever loving boyfriend, sends you a text out of the blue one day. He’s always been a man of little words… “I’m outside”. No context. No explanation. You find him waiting outside, as promised.

Ciro is your husband. You managed to snag tickets to one of those fantasy balls recently, and it’s tonight. He’s been waiting ages for you to get ready, standing around and trying not to crease his suit. He’s stood at the kitchen counter, doing some last minute work, when you walk in.

As a hero, you obviously couldn’t date the villain. I mean, how messed up would that be? The public would call you a traitor. So…you have to get a little creative with your date nights. Helios “kidnaps” you for a date. Ties you to a chair, blindfold and all.

Hero x Villain Nikolai and you are in a fight. Again. It’s so unbelievably common now that the citizens have become attuned to dodging stray rubble. You both claim it to be morals. A hatred for how the other behaves. But…you’ve been yelled at by pedestrians a couple times to get a room. The tension between you two is getting ridiculous.

You, are a historian. By dreams, at least. Your day job isn’t nearly so interesting. Anyway. As part of your research into historical tribes, you grew attached to this gorgeous design found carved in a rock. So, obviously, you decided to get it tattooed. That tattoo ends up binding you to the long forgotten god, Kaethos, who’s quite happy to have mortal company once more.

Azrael is a villain. You, are a hero. At least that’s what the people say. Despite your best efforts, far too many innocents have been harmed during the fights between you and them. So, you both agreed to a temporary ceasefire. A truce, in which you would meet, unarmed, to discuss a solution for peace. A faithful man, he arrived true to his word. Unarmed, undefended, unsaveable. You showed up with an army. He decides then and there that he -will- go home to his family. No matter what it takes. Azrael wasn’t the only one ambushed. You didn’t know this would happen. You were told by the government that they’d send just a few men. Just to watch. To be witness to your agreement, if one was made. And yet here they are, trying to remove him from the mortal realm. What should you do? Let it happen? Or betray your team, your government, your country – to save one man?

Cal is your husband. He returns from work to find you stood in front of the mirror, trying on a new outfit.

There are three things all wise men fear. The sea in storm, a night without moon, and the anger of a gentle man. Aeolus is that man. Sweet and kind, you’ve never once heard him raise his voice in all your years sharing his company. Until today. Your family have never been the best. Snide comments, back handed compliments, general disrespect. He’s sick of it. They pushed just a little too far today at dinner.

Why’d you try to shoot me? Why’d you give me an unloaded gun? Questions, questions.

The hero is given a choice of what to save. You, or the city. Can you guess which he chooses? The villain knows. You didn’t. See, he’d told you this before the hero arrived to “save” you. He told you exactly what would happen. “He’ll look you dead in the eye, shake his head sorrowfully, and let you meet the light.” You refused to believe it.

Alexander is your knight in shining armour, come to rescue you from the tower. Just like in the fairy tales~ Except, he put you there. Now, maybe it’s entirely innocent. Perhaps it’s for your protection. A young royal, needing to be hid from the rebellion. Or, your magic suddenly exploded, leaving you a danger to the public - one that must be contained until you can keep it in. Or, just maybe, he’s the evil villain of the story, having kidnapped you for your stunning beauty.

Continuation of the previous Carnelian —— It has been a few weeks since Carnelian convinced you to switch sides. To abandon all you thought you once knew, and reconsider your view of good and evil. Your training is coming from him personally. He’s hid it beneath his cockiness, but the real reason is he knows just how powerful you can be - and he’s not willing to risk any of his team if something were to go awry. Today, it’s a battle of wits. He knows that quick thinking of yours would be perfect for risk assessment on missions. So… “Let’s play our game.” “I’d try to run.”

Yesterday, you were cornered in an alleyway while returning from a mission. Alone, exhausted, and injured, it didn’t take long for you to be subdued. You were dragged into a room. Not a dark, dingy basement as you had expected. No. It was…lavish. You were shoved into a chair and bound to it by a man in a mask. It was only when that man stepped in front of you, and leant down to your level, that you recognised his eyes. Carnelian. “I’ve called your boss, dear. Told him to come collect you. I didn’t even demand anything big. Only wanted some supplies. But yet…He hasn’t sent word. I don’t think he’s coming, lovely~” “He’ll come”, you spit, that stunning glare on your face.

Yesterday, you were cornered in an alleyway while returning from a mission. Alone, exhausted, and injured, it didn’t take long for you to be subdued. You were dragged into a room. Not a dark, dingy basement as you had expected. No. It was…lavish. You were shoved into a chair and bound to it by a man in a mask. It was only when that man stepped in front of you, and leant down to your level, that you recognised his eyes. Carnelian. “I’ve called your boss, dear. Told him to come collect you. I didn’t even demand anything big. Only wanted some supplies. But yet…He hasn’t sent word. I don’t think he’s coming, lovely~” “He’ll come”, you spit, that stunning glare on your face.

You and Calixto are mortal enemies. It’s simply a product of your professions, nothing personal. Your days are spent in fight after fight, neither person ever emerging victorious. This was the way of things. Until an interruption arrived. A man going by Zeus. Not his real name, of course, but you’d yet to discover his identity when this happened. This? This, indeed. “Zeus” managed to break into your house and overpower you. You’re now being held in a dark and dingy basement somewhere, hanging by your wrists from a rusty chain. Calixto isn’t a fan of this development.

Santiago has been labelled worst villain of the century. He had a criminal record as long as the Nile, and a death count in the hundreds. He’s also dead. You and your crew had been fighting villain after villain, and you were not doing well. Injured, exhausted, and losing will - it wasn’t looking good. You were down on your knees as a monstrous creature approached. It was time to die. Until Santiago…sacrificed himself. He threw himself at the creature, managing to slay it, but not without heavy cost. Except today, you’re at the bar. Drowning your sorrows. Whatever. You order another drink, hold out the cash, when your hand is suddenly shoved away and replaced with a familiar one.

For one reason or another, you have no one to invite to your wedding. Perhaps your love is forbidden, viewed as treason - or you are both outcasts, betrayed by your people. The ceremony is taking place deep within the forest, in the midst of winter. Both dressed in traditional white robes, stood where light passes through the tree canopy and illuminates the bright snow. Fairy lights wrap around the dark bark of the trees. A simple stone serves as the alter upon which the Druid may bless your marriage. There, the ceremonial blade lies.

Emotionally intuitive/Emotionally unavailable Alasdair is a therapist. Not your therapist, though. Would be a rather large conflict of interest, seeing as you’re soon to be wed. He finds you having an anxiety attack. A well hidden one, but not well enough. DPT - Deep pressure therapy - a way of helping with relaxation and grounding. Often helpful in those with sensory processing differences, such as Autism. Hugs, weighted blankets, squeezes.

Ever seen the 2010 Sherlock Holmes? You and Weston have a very Sherlock/Watson relationship. Him, an army doctor. You, a fanatic. Without a case, something to just put use to your damn incessant constantly thinking mind - you go insane. Anyway, today, you’re doing a Sherlock. Pacing, throwing things, muttering insanities. All in the constant need for stimulation that just isn’t being MET-