Red vs. Black
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  • Reads 4,335
  • Votes 394
  • Parts 21
  • Time 9h 1m
Complete, First published Jul 30, 2020
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Red Valor and Black Blood. Two of London's most powerful superhumans. They may be one in the same having to have overcome less than perfect childhoods, but where they've wound up as adults are two entirely different people. Under his crimson mask, Liam Payne has dedicated his life to saving the city from danger with his elemental telekinesis and heart of gold. Zayn Malik, not so much. From beneath his black mesh tracksuit lives a tortured soul looking to wreak havoc on the world with help from his countless, intricate tattoos that come alive at the snap of his fingers. The men are complete opposites. And also, unsuspecting lovers? Perhaps if they weren't so caught up in falling in love with each other's daytime personas they'd be able to pick up on the obvious hints that give way to their nighttime ones. But that's not a big deal. Keeping a secret so large and momentous that if unspoken, could lead to your demise is never a bad thing. Right?  [All credit to cover image art goes to @ameliatheartist]
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Cuts raced up and down his arms, over more scars caused by a razor. As he lied on his bathroom floor, the blood dripping off his arm, painting a picture on the floor. He got to his feet; slowly and trying not to make a noise. He had relapsed, and hard this time. It was over five months ago when he stopped cutting; but today he just felt to low. The voices inside his head got to loud, and he needed them quiet. He washed off his arms, them cleaned up all the blood and wrapped his arm up. He walked out of the bathroom, head hung and shoulder dropped as he pulled down his long sleeve jacket and return to the boys. He had to be brave, but he also needed someone to save him. He was falling to pieces, and needed someone to super glue him back together and protect him. He was Niall Horan, and he needed a super hero. [Completed; 1-19-2014 ] © wxnderlessdreams 2014