#also the urge to continue a fluffy snippet of mine and kill the characters instantly is always present

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Greetings dearest Mother, this child has gotten the big sad again. May i request for a hero with abandonment issues with their villain lover comforting them with cuddles and kisses. Thank you and have a great day.

“I’m so sorry, darling.” The villain rushed towards their lover and pulled them instantly close.

“Oh god,” the hero choked out. They couldn’t breathe, they couldn’t think. They were too shocked to even cry. Two days. For two days, they’d been gone. All the hero could do was fight for air and wonder if this pain, this fear would ever ease.

The villain loosened the grip on their hero to give them more space but it only made everything worse since the hero’s knees gave out under them.

“Darling—” The villain caught them right before their knees could hit the floor. They were gentle and sank onto the floor with their lover, their grip firm. Suddenly, the hero started crying, their fingers clawing the villain’s suit. “I am sorry, please forgive me.”

“Are you okay?” the hero asked between sobs. They felt themselves hyperventilating but tried to calm down. For the villain’s sake, for their own sake.

They went through the breathing patterns they’d established with the villain. Likewise, the villain helped them with the perfect hand placement and encouragement.

“I am, my love. I promise I am alright.” The hero’s hand skimmed over the villain’s suit and neither of them were surprised about what came next.

“You’re bleeding,” the hero gasped, weeping into their lover’s shoulder. “You’re bleeding again.”

“I am okay,” the villain promised, kissing the hero’s temple. “I am okay, darling.”

“No, you’re hurt, you’re—” The hero didn’t finish their sentence, instead they just let the villain’s suit soak up their tears.

“Darling, I am so fucking sorry. I never wanted to leave. I wish I could’ve told you but my boss…” The villain didn’t need to finish their sentence either. The hero understood, they truly did. The villain’s boss was a horrible monster. Someone who had blackmailed their lover countless times. Someone who thought people were replaceable.

Though the hero knew nothing but devotion from their lover, there were still doubts in their mind at times. Doubts which were stupid above all.

Being close to the villain solved almost all their problems but they couldn’t help but think about the injury. It always happened. The villain always came back battered. Blood, broken bones, bruises…every time, the hero would start crying when they stitched their wounds.

And the villain would take the needle. They would kiss their cheek. They would try to stitch the wound themselves. But in the end, the hero always finished the stitches.

Slowly, they parted from their lover, their eyes scanning the wound sadly.

They felt how their brain went numb, how they calculated everything for the coming wound treatment.

“It was a knife,” the hero said. They’d seen those wounds before. As always, their eyes felt swollen. Their voice was thick.

“It’s not very deep,” the villain whispered. However, when the hero brushed the pulsing flesh the villain winced harder than usual.

“I’ll get the kit.” The villain grabbed their wrist.

“I’m sorry,” they said again. It was soft. They kissed the hero’s nose. “I am sorry, my love. It breaks my heart to watch you go through this every time. I hope I’ll be able to stop.”

“Just waking up without you…I think that was the worst part. And then fearing you wouldn’t come back…that you would leave me,” the hero said. “That was my first fear. And then I remembered why you were gone. That was even worse. Not knowing when you come back, I mean.”

“Darling, I love you,” the villain said. “I will always come back home. I’ll always find a way, even if I have to crawl to you, I will be there.”