Hey remember how I said I was going to write some angsty not-Pixloy? I lied! :D

Sooo I had planned to write something, but tbh I'm not really vibing with that plot anymore. I might maybe write it eventually though but no promises. Honestly this just goes to show that I shouldn't promise anyone anything because I suck at actually managing to do what I say I will.

But hey. At least I managed to write something before April. You know. Barely.

Plot courtesy of me reading too many hero x villain things recently.

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A punch hit his side.

It knocked him back a little, but for the most part he held his ground. He threw a punch back, aiming for the middle of his opponent's chest. However his green-skinned opponent was faster than him and dodged before saying:

"Wow. You really rely on your powers don't you? Why don't you use them if you need them to win so badly?"

He threw a punch that the other one blocked.
"Well why don't you use yours?"

"Pix, you know that technomancy doesn't really work too well when all of your tech gets shredded by someone's sword."

He blocked a punch.
"Well now, maybe you shouldn't have brought all of your robots into swords reach. Or maybe you shouldn't have tried to rob that bank in the first place."

Pixlriffs' opponent snorted before throwing and landing another punch at his chest.

"And why would I do that?"

"Because robbing banks is rude, Zloy," he said before throwing a punch back towards him. However Zloy managed to dodge and lunged towards him, knocking him over, and landing on top of him. The zombie quickly straddled Pixlriffs and pinned his wrists next to his head.

He looked up at Zloy. He was leaning over him, and they were both panting heavily. But looking up into his golden eyes, there was some sort of…. longing in them. Some sort of longing, or want, or something in them looking down at him. Said eyes suddenly looked away, as if trying to decide something. After a moment or two though, he seemed to have made up his mind about whatever it was, because he nodded a little to himself before looking back at him.

And then suddenly, there were lips against his own.

He froze and his eyes widened. Zloy, the notorious steampunk zombie villain, and his arch enemy, who had just robbed a bank when he chased him into an abandoned building and fought against him for a full minute, was now straddling him and kissing him.

And yet it felt right.

So he did the only thing he could think to do.

He started kissing back.

It was a desperate kiss, both knowing that it was likely the only chance they would get.

Zloy pulled away first, moving his head to lay next to Pixlriffs'.

"I screwed up didn't I?" he mumbled softly before getting up off of him and turning away.

Pixlriffs got up. "W-what do you mean?"

He turned back and looked at him sadly.
"Being in love with the hero you're supposed to fight is typically not ideal." He turned away again. "I… I should go."

And with that, he left. Pixlriffs heartbrokenly watching him go.

Word count: 451

Oof that was short. Oh well.

Probably won't continue this ever lol.

Anyways I have now written three Pixloy oneshots, which I believe means I've written more Pixloy than anyone else so I now declare myself The Pixloy Queen k thx bai.

Love you!
Bye!