save-the-villainous-cat

[save-the-villainous-cat]

“Please don’t hate me,” the hero said. They pressed the villain against the wall of the interrogation room and brushed their enemy’s lips with their fingers. “Do you? Do you hate me?”

The villain looked away, but the hero still saw that delectable red colour their ears had adapted. The hero leaned in and coincidentally, their lips brushed against the shell of the villain’s ear. The villain seemed to shiver.

“It’s just my job, nothing personal. Please don’t hate me.” They let their lips touch more of the villain’s ear and they had to remind themselves to keep it together.

The villain was still an enemy. Getting too touchy here could get them into trouble.

“Ugh, you’re just annoying, that’s all there is,” the villain said. They turned their face away from the hero as if to punish them. It wasn’t exactly a good feeling.

“Please,” the hero said. They touched the villain’s torso carefully. “Don’t think I resent you; I don’t. I’m trying to put you back on the right track.”

The villain shot them a glare. “Sure.”

“You know I don’t want to abuse my powers. I don’t want to scare you, I don’t want people to fear me.” The hero touched the villain’s jawline this time and the blush spread from the villain’s ears to their cheeks. “You know what that feels like, don’t you?”

“Listen, Supes. If you continue to be this close, we’ll run into a few problems,” the villain said. They couldn’t touch the hero since they were in handcuffs. The hero wasn’t a person that necessarily respected personal space. Or that was aware of it at all.

The villain had never mentioned any concerns regarding that either. The hero tilted their head.

“Please don’t be resentful. You’ll face a few years in prison, but I am sure you will find a way to escape eventually.” They gave the villain a once-over. “You can be so troublesome.”

“Troublesome? Me? I am not the one pressing myself against my poor defenceless enemy regularly.”

“I’m just trying to get a point across.”

“You’re pure evil.”

The hero let their hands wander to the villain’s shoulders and ultimately their throat. There, they were able to dive under clothes and touch sensitive skin. The villain took in a shaky breath.

They didn’t really understand what the villain meant by that. You’re pure evil. Hell, they had told them it wasn’t personal. It wasn’t their intention to hurt the villain.

“That’s what you truly think of me?” the hero asked. Their voice was deep, their gaze determined.

“We’ve been doing this for six months now, it is unbearable,” the villain admitted. Unbearable?

“You’re the one escaping, we wouldn’t be in this trouble if you’d serve your sentence.”

“I feel like you don’t understand what I’m referring to.” The hero took in a deep breath.

“I know what you’re trying to say. I made you feel like you can trust me and now you feel betrayed because I arrested you.” The hero avoided the villain’s gaze. “Please, I am trying to tell you it’s not personal.”

“My god, you’re dumb,” the villain mumbled.

“I’m just…I’m trying to do what’s right.” The hero pressed themselves against the villain again. The villain gasped. This time, the hero’s fingers traced the villain’s collarbone.

“Supes, I couldn’t care less about the sentence or the arrest.” The villain didn’t look at them. “It’s just…you’re very close.”

“Is that bad?”

“No.”

“So?”

They stared at each other.

“I’m not gonna make a move,” the villain whispered. “It has to be you.”

“Make a move?” The hero took a step back and for some reason, the villain looked annoyed. They were rolling their eyes, letting out a groan.

“You’re pretty stupid for someone with all that tactical knowledge.”

“Just tell me you hate me — that would hurt less,” the hero said. They grabbed the villain’s arm. “Come on now, this time your cell is really nice, I promise.”

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villain has never had anyone to take care of them, they’ve always been self sufficient. they don’t know how to react when hero takes care of them and treats them well

sorry if this is too specific, love your writing!

"So—" the hero pushed the glasses they only wore when cursed with desk duty up the bridge of their nose "—according to our analysts...those guys are actually quite lovely, did you know I was supposed to stay in the IT apartment before I got transferred?”

The hero looked up from the file they were reading. Big doe eyes. Perfect hair.

“I did not know that, no,” the villain answered. It was strange to see the hero in office attire and not the suit. They didn’t look bad per se and the villain couldn’t tell if they preferred the suit, but it was definitely very different. The hero seemed like usual. More tired, maybe. They definitely smelled better, now that they weren't sweating their ass off in a tight suit.

The villain guessed no matter the kid of work, the hero always tried to give it their best shot.

"Well, that was until they realised they could actually send me on missions. Being good at fighting and all - they were surprised I wasn't on any sports team in high school." The hero gave one of their sweet smiles, as if they were cheering up a child they had just saved. "Not really my thing. Running around, teamwork. It's exhausting, but I decided it would be best to..."

The villain looked down at the handcuffs around their wrists, then back at the hero.

"According to your analysts…?"

The hero's eyes widened, embarrassed.

"Oh, right. According to our analysts, you have committed thrice as many crimes as usual in the last month." They took off their glasses. "…is there any particular reason for that?"

The villain stared at them.

In this city, the hero was the sun and everyone else was just orbiting around them. Whether the others were big planet-like politicians or little asteroid-like citizens. The hero was the centre of everything, either admired or hated, criticised or followed obediently.

The villain’s original hatred for the hero was barely alive anymore. Years ago when they had met each other, they had somehow gotten along quite well. What could be considered a friendship had ended badly with broken bones and blood pooling out of each other's mouths, though.

It wasn't an easy relationship, if something like that even existed.

But now, the villain simply didn’t care that much about the hero as a concept.

"Dunno." The villain took in a deep breath. The lack of sleep was slowly getting to them. Their eyes burnt and they craved coffee, but honestly, it was somewhat better to be here in the hero's office than at home.

Home wasn't home anymore. Not really, not fully.

It stung to go through their door. Their bed felt hard and uncomfortable. Food didn't taste good. Their apartment was getting dirty.

"I mean, to be fair," the hero leaned back in the office chair, "you are highly skilled and trained. Your stamina is impressive and your creativity and endurance…"

The hero stared at the villain rather intimately.

Suddenly, their gaze turned somber and the villain was greeted with the hero that was ready to break bones again.

"I know you well enough to tell that it isn’t like you to go out and commit random crimes. I mean, what is this? Theft? Assault? Since when do you pick fights and draw unwarranted attention to yourself? You’re being sloppy."

Were they being sloppy? The villain couldn’t tell, they could barely recall this last month.

"What is it?" the hero asked, no, insisted. They leaned over the desk.

The villain’s eyes slowly went back to the hero, but they looked away quickly and focused on the desk decor.

That shining, wonderful hero. So bright. So scary.

"Nothing," the villain said, but their voice was so hoarse that the word barely made it out of their mouth. They cleared their throat. "It’s nothing."

“What is it?” the hero asked again. Their tone hadn’t changed, but it seemed more powerful, more demanding.

The villain felt like if they didn’t answer they’d be cut into pieces. The hero looked persistent, they looked determined. The villain knew what that meant. There wasn't any room for debate. The hero would get their answer eventually, one way or the other.

"My cat died," the villain finally said. To say it out loud was even more surreal than accepting it.

Hell, they had never considered themselves to be a cat person. They hadn’t even planned on getting a pet, but a few years ago, this very sweet and injured cat had run towards them on their way home, meowing and begging sadly in the rain. The villain had stared at that tired little creature, even though they themselves had come back from a fight, limping and bleeding.

They had stared at that drenched animal. Both of them bleeding, both of them soaking in rain water.

Of course, they had taken her home. Of course, they had bathed her, fed her, nursed her.

They looked at their handcuffs and expected the hero to laugh. After all, this was just a cat, right?

Not a family member, not even a pet they’ve had since childhood, not a cat they had found as a kitten.

Just a cat.

A cat that had always slept on their stomach when the villain had returned from an exhaustive fight. A cat that had hunted spiders and flies, a cat that had sat on the windowsill and looked out of the window.

A cat that was a little angel, whenever the beams of sunlight had illuminated her fur.

The villain blinked tears out of their eyes, but they were ready to be scolded by the hero, ready to be made fun of.

"Oh, God. You must be exhausted, then," the hero said. The villain managed to meet their eyes and the hero looked cruelly gentle.

"It's fine," the villain lied. "Just lock me up, get it over with."

"Losing a pet is very different to losing a person. That animal you provide for...you are their entire world, even when they don't show it to you." The hero looked at the papers in front of them. "You are everything to that animal. That pain never really goes away. For a time, it doesn't even ebb."

The villain refused to believe they had gotten that attached to an animal. They had never attached themselves to anyone or anything. Never.

And now, they were here, crying in the hero's office because their cat had died. Hell, that cat didn't even have a name, they had just called her the Cat.

They sniffled, refusing to let the tears drop.

They couldn't go home anymore. It was different, it was so very different now. So quiet, so empty.

The hero pushed a box of tissues to the middle of the table. Softly, they spoke the villain's name.

"...I can tell you are not doing well right now. Please…" The stood up and walked around the table. The villain didn’t process what was happening, didn’t even know what the hero was doing.

However, it did help a little when the hero leaned down and hugged them gently. When they guided the hero’s head to lean against theirs, when their cheeks touched.

"You're upset for a good reason, I understand why you acted the way you did," the hero whispered. They were closer than they had been in years. The hero definitely did smell better. The villain let the tears drop. "Let me hold onto you for a while. I don’t want you to be alone."

Eventually, the villain allowed themselves to let their tears drop and lean against the hero. It was beyond embarrassing, but they couldn’t deny that they really needed this.

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Could you please write a protective villain who gets mad when the hero gets hurt with some fluff?

“You’re shaking,” the villain said.

“I’m f—”

“Don’t give me that crap.” The villain sat down on the bed and took the hero’s hands into their own. “Deep breaths.”

The hero looked away, embarrassed. They could feel their heart pound. They could feel their chest burn. As if they’d swallowed fire. As if they’d walked through hell on their own. They dug their fingernails into their palms.

“Relax, please,” the villain said. They slipped their fingers between the hero’s and their palm, separating the hero’s fingernails from digging into their skin. The villain took the hero’s hand and pressed a soft kiss to their knuckles.

“I’m sorry,” the hero mumbled. The villain didn’t let go of them.

“You need to take it easy. I can deal with nightmares, I can deal with panic attacks. I can’t deal with hiding and freaking out behind closed doors.” Their voice was soft. However, it didn’t include those stupid jokes the villain made occasionally. It didn’t include that sweet laugh.

The hero had the horrible feeling that they were dragging the villain down to their own low. The hero didn’t know what a stressed, frustrated and vengeful villain was willing to do. They didn’t what the villain could become if they were in fact, horribly motivated.

Causing trouble was a hobby for the villain. What else were they truly capable of? The hero couldn’t tell.

“Did any wounds reopen? Do you need more ice packs?”

“No, it’s…” the hero began. However, they didn’t know how to continue. There were so many things on their mind. Thoughts, feelings, fears — all of it roaming around in their brain. They’d gotten overwhelmed, they supposed. They’d held back tears, had started retching. “This is different.”

“What do you mean? Do you need anything?”

“No, no…” The hero shook their head.

“Please, whatever you want, I’ll try to…”

“It’s not something you can give me. It’s not that easy.” The hero clenched their jaw. They could feel their bottom lip tremble. The villain didn’t understand.

How could they? Whatever they did, they did it to have fun, to kill time. Robbing a bank, building robots, messing up politics — all that was fun for the villain. They didn’t know what it meant to give their heart and soul to a cause. To be part of something that not only envisioned but promised a bright future for everyone.

They didn’t know what it felt like to try to piece broken shards back together, to be willing to rip their own heart out of their chest to present it as sacrifice, they didn’t know what it feel like to truly live for this one thing.

This one thing.

To have friends that were more like family.

“If you want space, if you want me to bring you home, all of that is okay. I can get whatever you want from the grocery store.”

“Stop it,” the hero whispered.

“I promise, it’s not a burden. I don’t mind—”

“Stop it,” the hero repeated. They stared at each other and suddenly, the villain let go of the hero. That wasn’t quite what the hero wanted either.

They looked away.

“What do you want?” the villain asked. They didn’t seem pissed, they didn’t seem angry. They were calm, collected.

The hero blinked away tears and ultimately, used their sleeve to push them out of their eyes.

“…I…I wish I could start again. I wish I could do it differently this time, I promise I’d do it differently.” The tears wouldn’t stop and, hell, the hero could feel their own heart break. “I thought I was good. I really thought I could…”

The hero looked away, hand on their mouth. They were shaking again, they realised. They had never cried in front of anyone.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay…” The villain put a hand on their back, but they didn’t come closer.

“They attacked me. All of them, I thought we were friends. I thought we…my best friend punched me in the face. They held me down and I couldn’t do anything, I…” The hero breathed in and it felt like there were tiny shards of glass in the air. “…something about betrayal, something about orders. They kicked me out of the program. I would have done things differently; if I just had done things differently, I wouldn’t be here.”

They hid their face behind their fingers. They couldn’t believe they were telling this the villain.

But it felt horrible. The pain in the hero’s chest was horrible. Of course they had made mistakes but they hadn’t thought they’d get beaten up and thrown onto the street to bleed out.

“Did someone frame you?”

“I don’t know,” the hero whispered. “I don’t even know what I did wrong. They didn’t explain, they just…”

“I understand,” the villain said. They took the hero’s hand again and pulled it away from their face. They brushed the hero’s cheekbone. “Let’s focus on what we can do at the moment. You need to heal first, after that, we can focus on how to fix this.”

“It’s unfixable,” the hero said. Their voice broke.

“It’s not, I promise. We will find a solution. Please, relax. Thinking about the past is always tiresome. Focus on what you need to do now.” The hero dared to look at their nemesis and the villain looked softer than ever.

“Healing?”

“Healing,” the villain said. “Deep breaths, okay?”

The hero nodded.

However, they never forgot what had happened to them. And neither did the villain.

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"You're not actually picking up that extra shift, are you?" the villain asked.

"Sorry, babe. Order from above." The hero was in the middle of forcing themselves into their suit when the villain grabbed their cape and pulled them back onto the bed. The hero couldn't do anything but yelp and stare at their spouse in shock.

"You've complained about your co-worker ditching work regularly," the villain reminded them. They got on top of the hero within seconds, pinning their hands above their head. "And I want you to myself for a whole night."

The hero chuckled. "Yeah, but..."

The villain let their lips brush against the hero's neck before they gently bit into the hero's skin. Immediately, the hero's heart dropped. Usually, the villain was timid when it came to their own cravings. But from time to time - the hero guessed - they were so pent up that they needed an outlet.

It was undeniably attractive. And also inconvenient for the hero's job - sometimes, the hero could barely walk the day after a night with their spouse. Which was funny considering that the villain was always in high spirits, training and jumping in the apartment as if they had all the energy in the world.

"Come on..." the villain whispered. They licked over the soft bite mark and grabbed the hero's waist. "Stay with me tonight."

"I already offered to patrol, I..." The hero took in a sharp breath when the villain touched their thigh. Within a few minutes the hero's leg would be on the villain's shoulder. They just knew the villain loved to do that. "You can't keep seducing me."

"Why not? I've been doing that for over eight years now." The villain stared at them through half-lidded eyes. The hero could tell they were extremely needy and the hero couldn't deny that they had been feeling the villain's absence more than usual. Thanks to their shitty schedules, they had barely seen each other, had barely slept in the same bed for two weeks now. Hell, they weren't even fighting one another. The hero missed being cheered on by citizens. Fighting the villain was easily the most entertaining work experience they could have. "Give me ten minutes of your time if you're going."

"Ten? You think I'll still be able to jump from rooftop to rooftop after ten minutes with you?"

"I can be nice this once," the villain said. They opened the zipper of the hero's suit and like the hero had predicted, pushed their thigh up until the hero put their leg on the villain's shoulder. They pressed a kiss to the hero's lips, almost as sweet as their first one when they'd been teenagers. The hero smiled softly.

However, the hero's heart dropped once again as the villain pulled them closer, their lips brushing the hero's ear.

"Get on top, please," the villain purred. "Today, I want you to be mean to me."

"I need longer than ten minutes, though."

"Whaaat?" The villain rolled onto their back, pulled the hero on top and held them in place with a firm hand on the hero's lower back.

"As if you didn't know." They leaned down to kiss the villain.

Admittedly, the hero was starting to dip into workaholic territory every now and then. They had to remind themselves to rest. To sometimes say no when their boss begged them to work longer. Of course, the whole saving-the-world-dilemma crushed their conscience.

"Guilty," the villain mumbled and for whatever reason, that was the last straw. The hero repositioned themselves on the villain’s hips slightly, leaned forward and kissed their spouse hard enough to not only force some sweet sighs out of them, but also make the villain dip their hand between the hero’s thighs.

The hero could tell their spouse was smiling when their hand reached its intended destination. All the hero could do was grab harder, kiss longer and pray that the villain wasn’t going to make them beg as so often. They parted, both breathing heavily. The villain’s hand was still there and they seemed to go for another kiss, but the hero stopped them.

"Let me call my boss first,” the hero said.

"You're killing me here, do you know that?" The villain's smirk was playful and their hand moved, finding an even more delicate spot. The hero gasped, eyes wide, and it was clear to the both of them that the hero's brain was liquifying.

The hero needed a few seconds.

"…they'll send someone here," the hero said. "…in case I don't call…"

"Ah, having an audience isn't new to us." The hero punched the villain's shoulder playfully. However, their ears were burning.

"You're not funny," they said.

"Fine, fine. Just be quick, please." They put more pressure on the spot between the hero's legs to tease them and the hero moaned the villain's name, almost let it out like a curse word.

It was clear that the hero wouldn't be able to work tomorrow either.

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“Who?” the villain asked. They dropped to their knees without hesitation, took off their jacket and pressed it against the hero’s wound. “And don’t give me any of that heroic bullshit. Who did this to you?”

They stared at their pale enemy, tears gathering in their bloodshot eyes. The villain’s hard expression softened as the realisation washed over them. The hero was very much human. There was no guarantee that they’d recover from this.

Of course, they had so far. The hero was strong. They were determined. The hero knew how to handle pain, how to fight. The hero knew what it meant to stay on the ground and desperately claw at some kind of hope.

But that didn’t mean this time would be the same. No, the villain feared this time wouldn’t be the same.

The villain reckoned revenge could wait.

Suddenly overwhelmed, they averted their eyes and stared at the wound, at the blood.

“Your boss,” the hero whispered. Their face contorted in pain. They squirmed, holding their stomach in a pathetic attempt to gain some control over the situation. “Please.”

They took the villain’s hand and instinctively, the villain’s eyes widened.

“Don’t complicate things, don’t get involved,” the hero said. Always the goody two-shoes. Always calm, always advocating for peace.

“This can’t keep happening,” the villain said. “Why on earth do I keep finding you with knives in your stomach? With bruises all over you? With broken bones. This is…”

“You shouldn’t care,” the hero reminded them. Their grip around the villain’s hand tightened and the hero let out a horrible moan. “Others would have finished me. Kidnapped me. Something like that.”

“Well, we all know you’re my favourite,” the villain mumbled. They lifted their jacket to gaze at the wound. The bleeding had stopped and it didn’t seem too deep. The villain let out a quiet sigh.

“You’re not supposed to like me.”

“But I like you.”

“I know, but you…I mean, we are not friends, we are enemies.”

“So? I still like you,” the villain said. They looked at the hero. The villain wasn’t too keen on hiding their feelings. Of course, some degree of secrecy was important in this line of work. But not in front of the hero. They needed to be honest with the hero. They had always been honest with the people closest to them. “Seems like they missed your vital organs. How are you holding up?”

“I…you shouldn’t like me. You shouldn’t help me,” the hero argued. They pressed themselves into the wall behind them, taking in laboured breaths. “…it’s…it complicates things.”

“It only complicates things if you reciprocate it,” the villain said. They stared down at the wounds. Pain. Blood. Cuts. The supervillain had not held back. Their work was undoubtedly of angry nature.

But then again, the supervillain liked it. They liked the suffering. The villain was boiling inside. The hero had been suffering for months now. They hadn’t been given the chance to truly heal any of their injuries. The villain supposed they still struggled with their ankle. Currently, they were easy prey. Anyone going after them was a coward.

The villain didn’t know what they wanted to do to the supervillain, they just knew it involved a painful death.

They hated them. They hated the supervillain. They didn’t care if it was their boss. They didn’t care if killing was wrong, they didn’t care if the hero wanted it or didn’t.

All they knew was that if those feelings they harboured for the hero were real, if the hero meant anything to them, they had to inevitably, undoubtedly and infinitely destroy the supervillain. They needed to be eliminated. As soon as possible.

The villain took in a deep breath. Right. Being honest about their feelings. They swallowed.

“I am in love with you, I think.”

The hero’s eyes widened. “You’ve gotta be kidding.”

“No, I’m serious.”

“I get that, but now is not a good time, don’t you think?” the hero asked. They squeezed the villain’s hand until it was as pale as the hero’s face.

“Sorry. Yeah, you’re right. It’s stupid.”

“No, just…” The hero stared up at them through wet eyelashes with those huge dark eyes. “Please. Please don’t do anything stupid. Please don’t get into this mess.”

“The heart wants what it wants,” the villain said.

Although it was a poor excuse, the villain meant it. They knew what they had to do, even if it meant the hero hated them for it.

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Every part of their body burnt when they turned around in bed.

The hero had tried to find some peace for over an hour now, but they couldn’t for the love of it fall asleep. From what they could recall, they had endured a lot of nasty bruises and their ankle didn’t seem to be doing well. Then there was, of course, the hero’s face with a black eye.

Breathing in hurt. Breathing out was even worse.

They opened their eyes and found the villain next to them, sleeping soundly.

Right. The hero was far from home now. Another apartment, another city. It had been a mission stretching over several weeks and they had spent the majority of that time in cheap hotels.

And now they were in the most luxurious apartment, in one of the most expensive beds with probably the richest person ever right next to them.

The hero stared at their enemy. The villain looked younger than usual, way closer to their real age. Their breathing was soft, their mouth slightly agape. The hero figured they’d drool all over their pillows in the morning. Somehow adorable.

Once again the hero turned, this time they tried to lie on their back, shifted several times, used a pillow — it didn’t matter. Exhausted, they stared at the ceiling. They were pretty much useless now. They couldn’t even walk properly.

“So stupid,” the hero whispered.

They wanted to go home.

The villain next to them turned as well and started mumbling in their sleep. The hero looked at them again and the villain was suddenly very close with their arm reaching around the hero’s body and their lips against the hero’s neck.

“Please be careful,” the hero said. Miraculously, the villain didn’t touch any injuries, though.

“Yeah yeah yeah yeah…” the villain mumbled. It was more slurring than speaking. “Y’good?”

“Yeah, can’t sleep, though,” the hero admitted. “Can’t believe you needed to save me. How embarrassing.”

“Mhm.”

“I knew this mission would be…complicated. But…I don’t know. I certainly didn’t expect to end up in your bed.”

“M-hm.”

The hero moved a little which made the villain lean in even more. For whatever reason, the hero smiled softly.

“Still, it’s nice to know that you were looking out for me. What a coincidence that we were here at the same time,” the hero whispered. “Dunno why you saved me. Dunno why we’re in the same bed. I’m sure you have a couch or another bed to spare.”

“Hm.” The villain pressed their forehead against the hero’s neck gently.

“And I certainly don’t know why the hell you’re so clingy.” The hero pulled up their blanket, covering the both of them. “Can’t wait for you to get all embarrassed in the morning.”

“Hmm.”

The hero’s injuries were one thing. Failing was another. Deep down the hero knew that failing was part of every job. That failing was part of life. Sometimes they just wished the price to pay wasn’t this high.

Sometimes they wished human lives weren’t at stake. They sighed.

“I’ll admit,” the hero said. Their voice quivered. “I’m scared. I’m really scared. Nearly dying is really terrifying. But if not me, then who will do this job? I don’t think I was necessarily made for this job. It’s not what I want to do. But I guess, some things we cannot escape entirely.”

This time, the villain was quiet and the hero figured they’d fallen into another stage of sleep.

“So…like I said. It’s nice to know you’re here. Even if I can’t admit that when you’re awake. You make this somewhat bearable.”

The villain sighed in their sleep and for the first time, the hero’s eyelids felt incredibly heavy. They closed their eyes with a soft smile on their lips and were out within seconds.

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hiii! I really love your writing, and I wish I could absorb the power like just SNSJDHSH

anyways, would you mind doing a hurt/comfort, but while the hero literally has a knife in their leg-

I can imagine the ranting and they’re like “BISH WHATCHU MEAN IM IN PAINN”

“No.” The hero’s voice was sharp. Probably the sharpest it had ever been. They grabbed the villain’s forearm. “I’m not done here.”

They tried to pull themselves up and miraculously made it onto their feet. However, the villain saw the sweat, the shaking legs, the fear, the pain.

The hero’s fingers dug into the villain’s skin.

“Oh, you are so done here,” the villain said. The hero accidentally bumped against their nemesis and stopped dead in their tracks. Their eyes widened.

The villain could also see the tears.

“There are still people in that building. I’m not gonna—” They looked at each other.

The villain had never been rescued by a hero before. Not as a civilian. Being saved when they were in costume was the most embarrassing thing that could ever happen during the night. But now that the hero had saved them in broad daylight, now that they were officially nothing more than a civilian, it felt…it felt…

They bit their bottom lip. Unfortunately, the hero had recognised them immediately. The hero hadn’t even hesitated, hadn’t even thought about leaving the villain behind.

“Can’t you call someone?” the villain asked. “One of your friends? Maybe?”

“Every second counts,” the hero said. They squeezed their eyes shut and pushed themselves past their nemesis. They were limping horribly and the knife was still inside them. The hero took in a deep breath. “Alright.”

They looked like they were getting ready to run or jump or do god knows what kind of crazy gymnastics performance to get inside the burning building.

They looked over their shoulder.

“Please stay back.”

“If I kicked your thigh right now, would you just, I dunno, fall over?”

The hero glared.

“You piece of—”

“Sorry to disappoint you. But you’re not going back into that building,” the villain said. They grabbed the hero’s biceps.

In terms of strength the both of them were an equal match. The fact that the hero was in a suit and the villain in office attire didn’t change that.

“Let go.”

“I won’t.”

“I will kick your ass if I have to. With or without a knife in my thigh,” the hero said. They turned around and the villain figured they’d fall over any second now. “If you want to see people die so badly then visit a hospital.”

“This isn’t about the people in that building. I don’t care for them. I don’t enjoy seeing people suffer. This is about you. You will die if you go in there again.” They stared at each other.

“Those people have lives. All of them. They have families, they have homes. They have hopes and dreams. I cannot—” the hero spun around to look at the building “—I won’t leave anyone behind.”

They started walking towards the building again and the villain watched as their nemesis basically dragged themselves towards the entrance.

God, they hated the hero. They truly hated that hero.

“Fine,” the villain said. They followed the hero, walked past them and stopped. “You have maybe five minutes.”

“What?”

The villain leaned over. Grabbed the handle of the knife. The hero’s eyes widened again but they weren’t quick enough to beg.

The villain pulled the knife out of their enemy’s thigh with one clean and strong draw.

“Five minutes until you bleed out. Get some help from those paramedics over there.” They stared at each other. Hatred staring at indifference.

But it wasn’t exactly indifference anymore, was it? The villain clenched their jaw.

No, it was. Total indifference. The villain didn’t care about the hero. This was just to repay their enemy for saving their life.

They loosened their collar, rolled up their sleeves.

“Good luck,” the villain said.

And with that, they walked into the burning building to search for any of those damned souls the hero had wanted to save.

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I need more of that sad little teleporting hero 🤍

referring toooooo

The hero stared at the blinding screen of their laptop, at the millions of statistics they had to work through.

Their burning eyes dared to drift to the time display at the bottom of the screen which informed them that it was already three in the morning and they realised slowly, agonisingly, painfully that those files needed to be done by the end of the week or else they’d fall behind.

Although they had been sitting at the desk for over five hours, they felt like they had achieved very little.

The amount of files didn’t seem to decrease — quite a contrary development to the increase in mistakes they found while scrolling through several reports.

They swallowed.

With patrol, training and normal working hours, this was a little overwhelming. They had trouble with sleeping. Trouble with orientation. Mundane things like shopping and cooking, cleaning or laundry were annoyingly demanding. On top of that, caring for their own wounds became stupidly difficult.

Still staring at the screen, they blinked several times.

It wasn’t ideal at the moment, but they could do this. They had to do this. Other heroes didn’t complain, other heroes didn’t fall behind. If they wanted to help people, if they really wanted to do good, they had to live through the tough times as well as the good times.

Sometimes they just wondered when those good times would finally approach them. When those soft days on which everything felt easier, when those sunny and quiet days would finally be here. The hero wondered what it would feel like to be successful. To save people on a daily basis. To do good. To be admired, to be loved.

They wondered if they would ever feel anything besides this crushing solitary fatigue that knocked them out at six in the morning. They closed their eyes, just for a few seconds.

Their wrists were hurting. Their back burnt. They told themselves to relax. To take things slow. They needed to focus. They needed to think about something good, something comforting. Something that gave them strength.

When they opened their eyes, however, they quickly realised that they were not sitting in the kitchen anymore.

They were standing in a dark room. Instantly, their knees gave out under them and they fell to the ground, their metabolism unprepared for the sudden shifting position. Their arms could barely hold them up.

The hero cursed quietly under their breath as it dawned on them that they must have teleported into their bedroom again. They stood up anew on shaky legs, bumping against the bed, and frowned as a headache formed like bruise. They didn’t remember shutting their blindfolds.

And then, suddenly, they froze completely. They heard a groan. Shuffling bedsheets. Now, the hero was wide awake. Fear and panic overwhelmed them quickly and they supposed they’d die of a heart attack any second now.

The light on the nightstand turned on.

And the hero wanted to sink into the ground and never appear again. This wasn’t their room at all.

“What the hell are you doing here?” the villain asked. They were clearly half asleep and visibly upset about being woken up.

The hero’s eyes widened, their heart dropped.

“I’m so sorry,” they said quickly. “I didn’t — I…I’m sorry, I teleported here, I don’t know why.”

The villain turned around in their bed, hiding their eyes from the light on the nightstand.

“Whatever,” they mumbled. The villain stretched out their arm and tried to turn off the lamp. They struggled and groaned again until it finally did turn off, leaving the hero in the dark.

“I’m sorry,” the hero whispered again. “I…don’t think I have the energy to teleport back.”

“Did that superhero abuse you again?” the villain asked. Their face was buried in their pillows, so it was quite hard to understand them.

But the hero had heard it. Of course they had.

“…they’re not—”

“I’m not gonna argue with you,” the villain said. They turned in bed, as if their enemy wasn’t standing in their bedroom.

“…can I take the couch? Just for a few hours? I don’t have any money for a taxi. No shoes, no jacket, I…” They dug their fingernails into their palms. Whenever the villain brought it up, it became realer. It wasn’t something the hero could put gloss on and call it a day.

Abuse. Was that really what it was? Or just a demanding job? Something a hero had to endure?

“Haven’t cleaned the couch yet,” the villain said.

“Oh.” Silence. They doubted they could borrow the villain’s shoes. They doubted they’d even fit. Their apartment was on the other side of the city.

“Are you injured?” the villain asked. Their voice was softer this time.

“No,” the hero said. They had a couple of bad bruises and the headache wasn’t that pleasant either, but they figured the villain was interested in the very bad stuff.

“Good,” the villain sighed. “Do you teleport when you’re having nightmares?”

“I used to,” the hero admitted. “How did you…?”

“Just a guess. Hop in.”

“Sorry?”

“Get in the bed or go back home. Your choice.” The hero stared at the darkness of the room. They couldn’t see the villain. Could barely feel their presence at all.

And yet. And yet, the villain was close. So very close. After standing there for a whole minute, an entire horribly long minute, they moved. They took off their socks first, then their pants. They decided to keep their shirt on to maintain their decency.

As the hero stood there at the edge of the bed, they hesitated. Wasn’t this against the rules? Was sharing a bed allowed? Did that go against any regulations? They worried their bottom lip between their teeth.

“Just come here,” the villain mumbled and the hero obeyed silently, letting themselves sink into the mattress and pillows of the villain’s bed for some reason. The villain promptly threw the blanket over the hero and to the hero’s surprise, took a hold of the hero’s hand. “Relax.”

“I’m trying.”

“You’re not. You’re overthinking everything. Close your eyes,” the villain whispered. The hero did so. “Think of something calm. Something that calms you. The sound of waves. The forest, maybe?”

The hero’s muscles relaxed. Their pain ebbed gradually. They did think of something like that. Someone like that.

“Soften your breathing.” The hero did so. Their thoughts were drifting away, leaving behind the warmth the villain radiated under the blanket and the feeling of their hand in the hero’s.

Inexplicably, the hero was asleep within the next few seconds and the villain’s gentle words echoed in their mind, but they came from very very far away.

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"You look tired," the hero whispered. They put a hand on the villain's shoulder and let it snake down their enemy's chest. They leaned in. "So tired."

The villain grabbed the hero's wrist before their hand could reach the villain's stomach. They squeezed their eyes shut. Their ears turned red.

"How did you escape this time?" the villain asked.

"I kicked in the door. So, I think I need a new room," the hero purred. They pressed a wet kiss to the villain's neck and the villain swore they saw stars. "Preferrably closer to yours."

The villain was going to lose their mind.

Originally, it had been a simple plan: kidnap the hero, force the city to give them a bunch of money in return for their saviour, go on a nice vacation.

However, the hero wasn't one to sit still in a room.

And they were pretty successful with seducing the villain. For the umpteenth time.

"Relax, hm?" the hero said. "We got interrupted last time. Maybe we can try out some new stuff..."

The hero's hand found the villain's stomach again and this time, for some reason, the villain didn't stop them. The villain's heart started pounding in their chest relentlessly.

How much longer? How much longer could they resist this troublesome hero? They'd break in the next ten minutes again, they just knew it.

"I told you that was the last time," the villain whispered. They swallowed, took in a deep breath. If this was a work relationship, then the both of them were definitely getting fired. "It had to be."

They had already slept with each other on multiple occasions and the hero didn't seem concerned about it in the slightest.

Truth be told, the villain wasn't exactly...good with intimacy. They wanted it, they yearned for it. But they were extremely awkward. Too shy to ask for it. Too unsure to insinuate anything.

They could feel their heart beat fast and mercilessly.

"Look at me," the hero said. The villain obeyed and looked down at them, although they couldn't look them in the eyes for long. The hero put their palm against the villain's cheek. "I want you again."

"You are using me," the villain said.

"For what exactly?" the hero asked. "I could have escaped already if I wanted to. I could have arrested you. I could have gotten information I didn't know I needed."

They leaned against their enemy and pressed their knee between the villain's thighs. The villain's eyes widened, almost as if they had been stabbed.

God have mercy.

"I never asked for anything whenever you were inside me. I never forced you—"

"Please." The villain grabbed the hero's arm. Embarrassment crept up their back. The hero could be brutally blunt. They took in a breath. And then, softer this time. "Please…don't torture me. Don't break my heart."

"I know you are very delicate when it comes to those things," the hero said. Their voice was sweet. So very sweet. Their lips brushed the villain's neck again. And the villain couldn't help but be reminded of the hero's naked skin on theirs. "But, my, you are starving for it, don't you agree?"

"Please," the villain whispered. "Have some mercy. Please, stop torturing me."

"I am not trying to," the hero said. They looked up at the villain. Lashes jumping up and down innocently. Their eyes dropped to the villain's lips. "Fine, maybe a little. Because you are so adorable."

"You are cruel."

"No," the hero said. "It would be cruel to walk away now."

They brushed the villain’s bottom lip with their thumb. Less than ten minutes. The villain cursed themselves.

"We are not done here, though," the hero said. "If you want me today, you have to ask for it."

The villain swallowed.

They had never done that before.

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Hello helloo hope you're doing well. As an ace person, I don't think the last snippet was offensive. To me, personally, it felt a bit like a breath of fresh air. It wasn't like you were villainising a person *for being ace*. More like acknowledging that people can be ace, and that person happens to be a villain! (also them saying 'youre so pesky' to the hero bringing up the killing over and over eas funny) hope this helps! Thanks for writing ace characters ❤️

YAAAAAS LETS GOOO that was exactly my intention haha

Thank you for reading!!

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Can you do an undercover hero working for the villain and the villain hears them talking to superhero but make it spicy?

“Could you come over to my office, love?” The hero nearly choked on air as they heard the villain’s voice on the other side of the door, persuasive and gentle. Involuntarily, they clasped their phone a little too harshly as they tried to conceal their superior’s voice.

“What is going on?” They were already aggravated. In their opinion, the mission was clearly taking longer than it needed to but the hero needed time to figure out the important details.

Important details which weren’t interesting enough to the superhero.

“I gotta go. You can keep listening but I can’t talk right now.”

“Hey, what are you—”

The hero didn’t end the call, they just muted their superior and let them sink back into their pocket. They hurried out of the break room, still a little frustrated. Getting criticised for their work was a little infuriating. It had taken a lot of work to get the villain to even talk to them. Trust was something which only grew slowly.

“Are you alright?” the villain asked softly. “You look a little red in the face.”

They sat on their chair, looking at their desktop.

“I— uhm…I am fine.” The hero gave a small smile in the hopes of convincing the villain this lie was true. “What can I help you with?”

Unfortunately, the villain was attractive. Stupidly attractive. Their eyes pierced through the hero and tugged at their heartstrings, taking everything apart with surgical precision. Whenever the hero messed up (on purpose, for reasons of sabotage), the villain defended them in front of the other villains.

They brought them coffee, even though it was the hero’s job as their assistant. It had been going on like this for the last week and truly, the hero didn’t want this to end. Somehow, the hero felt drawn to them, not only because they were good-looking.

But because they were also their nemesis.

Exciting, in a twisted way.

“Come here.” The villain gave them a once-over and the hero obeyed immediately. As soon as they stood in front of them, the villain got up, so much taller with so much more power in their own building, all of it right in front of the hero.

The pressure was crushing the hero. Not only that, but also the villain just being the villain was intimidating.

“Personally, I think relationships which develop at work are…messy.” The hero blushed. What a way to start a conversation.

“How so?” the hero asked, genuinely curious.

“Most of the time, there’s a power imbalance. I want an equal, not a dog following me around,” the villain said. Again, they looked at the hero and wetted their lips, probably not even aware of it.

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I can’t follow,” the hero tried but their heart was beating in their chest harder than ever. It almost hurt.

The villain grinned at that, showing off their perfect set of teeth.

“Work is a nasty thing, isn’t it?”

“I enjoy it, actually—” Suddenly, the villain cornered them, trapping them between themselves and the desk. The hero gasped at the close proximity, at the villain’s arms caging them. They leaned in, slowly and some sort of panic entered the hero’s nervous system. However, they weren’t worried about the danger of being caught. This feeling was something else.

“Darling,” the villain purred, “what a smart hero you are…if I had known sooner, I would’ve devoured you a month ago.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” By now, the hero had to grab the villain’s shoulders to keep their balance and prevent crashing onto the desk. Panic wasn’t part of this anymore.

All the hero could think about was the villain’s body against theirs. Meat to meat.

They gasped anew.

“Oh, please. I would’ve recognised that ass everywhere. But you were good…until you messed up last week.” The villain chuckled tenderly and let their hand fall down to the hero’s lower back.

To stabilise them, the hero realised.

“Not a power imbalance when the two most powerful people in the city are having fun…what do you think?” They dragged their finger down the hero’s throat, over their windpipe, down to their chest. The hero grabbed the villain’s wrist.

“Please…”

“Sensitive?” the villain asked and the hero could only nod in embarrassment. The villain’s smirk only grew.

“You’re adorable. You have always been my favourite.” The hero blushed even more than they already did. “But, my love…end that call, will you? What happens next here, isn’t for your superior’s ears.”

And that was the moment the hero wanted to sink into the ground and never appear again. They had totally forgotten that the superhero had heard everything.

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No it's cute! Not offensive -an ace person

THANK GOD

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i know your inbox is super full of asks, but if you ever had time could you write another asexual hero/villain 🙏🙏 I love the way you write them smm.

you can just ignore this if you don't wanna !!!

"Oh, I get it," the hero said. They tilted their head and looked at the dead bodies scattered around the villain's feet. "Tale as old as time."

The villain grinned almost lovingly. "It's quite modern, no?"

"Not really. Sirens used to lure sailors to their death all the time; you seem to act similarly," the hero said. They bit the inside of their cheek. That comparison didn't seem fair, but they couldn't find any other words at the moment. "How do you do it? Flirting first, killing second?"

"Sort of. I never make any promises, though," the villain said.

"It's still deceiving for some."

"Why?"

"Because you're attractive," the hero said. Their gaze darkened. "And unfortunately, some see that as invitation."

"Hm." The villain cleaned the blood off their knife and scanned the hero with their eyes. "But that's not my fault, is it? Sex is not a right. It's not vital for survival. And I don't entertain the idea of it to anyone. Some people simply follow me because they think they will get something from me. Not my fault they don't get anything."

The hero's eyes widened and that ruptured little heart of theirs started beating faster.

"You're right," the hero said. They smiled. The villain was...interesting to say the least. They were objectively attractive, but that wasn't what made the hero like them. The villain radiated a confidence that was astonishing. "Murder is still iffy, though."

The villain grinned again. "You got me there. But it's just a side hustle."

They stepped over one of the many bodies until they came to a stop in front of the hero.

"Using my sexuality to my advantage isn't a crime, hm?" They smoothed a wrinkle on the hero's clothes. The hero raised their eyebrows.

"The murder is the problem, darling," the hero repeated. They grabbed the villain's wrist and let go of them just as quickly. "And no touching, please. Unless it's absolutely necessary."

"Of course," the villain whispered. They leaned over. No touching. The hero felt something they never had before. Some excitement. Some ecstasy. "Are you not disgusted by me?"

"The murder is questionable," the hero admitted.

"I meant the other thing," the villain said. The villain took a step back and looked up at the hero. The villain hadn't intrigued them from the very beginning. It was more of an exponentially growing interest.

"What thing?"

"The disinterest-in-sex-thing. How unnatural of me, hm?" This time, the villain averted their eyes and the hero knew they had had that conversation a million times before.

"It's totally reasonable to pursue other interests," the hero said. "Connection comes in many ways."

They looked at each other. The villain's mouth was slightly agape.

"Murder on the other hand..." the hero began. They swayed their head from left to right, as if they were still debating the concept of it.

"My god, you are so pesky," the villain said. They rolled their eyes. They smiled softly. "You don't think it's weird? I don't mean the accidental murder."

"Accidental?" The hero looked at the knife the villain was still holding. "No, not weird."

Now it was their turn to lean over to whisper in the villain's ear.

"After all, we're cut from the same cloth, my dear." They winked. "That won't save you from arrestment, though."

The hero's handcuffs clinked when they pulled them out.

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The hero truly didn't like undercover work.

They didn't deem themselves to be very good at it, after all they were impatient. For the most part, observing someone else felt wrong, pretending to be someone they were not wasn't easy and now, they were in the busiest park of the city, watching the subject like some maniac.

Hating their boss for putting this stupid project onto them wasn't exactly helping them with anything but maybe, maybe, their frustration could make it clear how much they hated this.

However, they also knew their boss was spoiling them, the agency was spoiling them. They shouldn't have been allowed to complain.

They were the newest recruit and people seemed to adore them. The hero wasn't sent on any dangerous missions, nor was their training program particularly formidable. The hero was already used to being called the baby, even though they were way past twenty.

It wasn't annoying per se - the hero had expected to save a lot more people and be of more use, but that seemed far away from reality at the moment. They were being treated like a little sibling that needed protection.

They sighed.

"Don't you know it's rude to stare?" The warm breath against their neck nearly gave the hero a heart attack. They turned around and almost jumped out of their own skin (and over the bench).

"You-"

"Unless you're staring at me, of course." The villain seemed so horribly human in these clothes. They walked around the bench and sat down right next to the hero. One thigh on the other.

"You-" the hero repeated. They wanted to get up and arrest the villain, but their enemy was quicker. They put their arm around the hero's shoulders and pulled them close against them. Close enough for their cheeks to press against each other.

"Now, now. Not so hasty," the villain purred. The hero tried to get up again, but this time, the villain's hands dropped to their waist and pulled them back to their side. Ultimately, the hero decided to let it rest for now and find other means of escaping later.

"You've got some nerves, showing up here."

"Dunno what you're talking about, I was just taking a stroll and saw my lovely partner out here," the villain said. Their mouth curled into a smile. "Who are we stalking?"

"That's classified," the hero said. They put their hands into their pockets and let out another sigh that turned into gentle mist. The temperature had dropped overnight - a bitter reminder that winter came when it pleased.

"Oh, my. What a shame, maybe I could have helped you." They pulled the hero closer and leaned their head against the hero's. It reminded them of the shared childhood they craved to forget.

"I doubt it," the hero mumbled. "That subject is just a decoy. They gave me a random person to observe. Has barely anything to do with the case we are working on."

"Aww, are you still under puppy protection? What a waste of your talents, just imagine what the both of us could-"

"You know I am not going to join you, I've made that clear," the hero said. Their voice was sharp. "I've been waiting my entire life for this. So, what if I have to wait a little bit more? What if I am not taken seriously yet? I can endure waiting."

"Urgh, you are so lovely," the villain said. This time, they leaned their entire body against the hero's side, just like a cat that craved attention. They crossed their arms in front of their chest, hiding their own hands from the cold. "Don't let anything change the shape of your soul, got it?"

"You're awful," the hero whispered, but they let themselves relax a little. They didn't harbour any ill feelings towards anyone, not even the villain. Not anymore. They didn't want anyone dead.

They simply wanted to be seen. They wanted to be seen so badly.

"Don't get frustrated," the villain said. Their voice was calmer, maybe even more serious. "Your time will come. Good people always succeed. And you are inherently good."

"What about you?" The villain was still leaning against them. They probably truly looked like two lovers.

"Ahh, you know I don't like all those rules," the villain said. "Rules and regulations are so restrictive. I could never be comfortable with following orders. I have my own methods. My own goals."

They looked at each other. Both of them were older now, but it felt like they were kids again. Kids who had chosen different paths, yet they were irrevocably intertwined. The hero's cheeks warmed up.

"Can't wait to really fight against you," the villain said. "Motivated heroes are so difficult to chew up."

They turned and traced the hero's bottom lip with their thumb.

"Right?"

The hero's eyes widened, but the villain stood up quickly, stretching, as if nothing had happened.

"Anyway, enjoy those rookie days." They winked. "You need to prepare for our fights after all."

And just as fast as they had appeared, they disappeared into the park again.

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"No offence, but you look like a corpse."

"You've been oddly cheeky for a hostage."

They stared at each other - both ready to strangle the person in front of them - and forced respective smiles.

The hero crossed their arms in front of their chest, shrugging. They couldn't pull themselves together. They loved annoying the villain a little too much.

"I'm just saying, if you do collapse, I won't do the heroic thing and cardiac massage you back to life."

"I doubt you'd be able to perform any type of cardiopulmonary resuscitation correctly anyway," the villain answered. The hero's smile twitched.

The villain was already getting on their nerves again. It hadn't even been half a day as the villain's hostage and the hero was losing their mind.

"Our great doctor here is in a good mood, I guess," the hero pressed out between gritted teeth. "No need to rub in past mistakes."

"You brought it up first, darling," the villain said. Their eyes widened. They leaned in, their breath tickling the hero's neck and their voice dropped shamelessly. "Don't start wars you cannot win."

"I'm gonna kill you," the hero whispered back. The villain smelled like coffee. But there was something else, something gentler. Vanilla, maybe? The hero's heart dropped inexplicably.

"I'd love to see you try." The villain's smirk didn't falter, but that didn't mean the hero couldn't see the dark circles under their eyes. The hero stared at the villain's face, looked at the shape of their nose, their lips...they supposed their nemesis was quite attractive when they weren't stuck in that ridiculous suit of theirs.

Although, the hero did like the new design they were going for - it was much simpler, darker. It was quiet. Subtle. Somehow comforting.

"What?" the villain asked. This time, their voice was gentler than the taunting melody from earlier. The hero hadn't even realised that the villain's chest was basically pressed against theirs.

They looked away.

"I'd appreciate it if you let me go," the hero said. "You bore me."

"I bore you?"

"You do. You're boring. You constantly work on this stupid thesis of yours and I am supposed to sit still and wait until the city comes up with a ridiculous amount of money in exchange for me." Their eyes narrowed. "You have your ultimate nemesis right in front of you, yet choose to work all day."

"Do you want to spar?" The villain's fingertips brushed the hero's wrist. Purely accidental.

"Do you think sparring in your condition is good for you?"

"That again? One might think you are worried," the villain said. They towered over the hero, but found enough mercy (or cruelty) to bend lower. Once again, their lips were hovering next to the hero's jawline. "Don't get attached."

"You've kidnapped me three times this month already. I don't think you are one to talk about attachment." The back of the hero's hand touched the villain's fingers and they moved their head ever so slightly, until they were able to look into the villain's eyes.

The villain's eyes dropped to the hero's lips.

"Touché..." they said, their voice nothing but a whisper.

The hero was certain they could hear their own heartbeat. They touched the villain's knuckles gently. The villain didn't pull away.

Their eyes met again.

So many times, their eyes had met. On the battlefield, in captivity, in public. But right now was different. It was very different.

The hero could see the many colours the villain's irises were composed of. They could feel how warm the villain was.

Right now, the villain wasn't some enemy the hero needed to defeat. Right now, the villain was terribly human. Terribly soulful. Full of personality. Stubborn, smart, sassy. Full of human nature.

They wetted their lips.

"You..." the hero said. They put their hands on the villain's collarbones and as if the villain had waited for it, they brushed the hero's waist with their fingers. Testing the waters; they hadn't grabbed the hero, yet.

"...yes?" The villain still stared at the hero's lips and pushed a strand of hair that wasn't even in the way out of the hero's face. They tilted their head, came even closer. Their lips almost touched.

"You look even more like a corpse from up-close."

They really couldn't pull themselves together.

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Your most recent story was so cute, I love your writing ❤️

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