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#32

TW: Knives, references to violence, restraints, bruises/wounds, flirty?

I am literally sauurrr sorry for being so inactive but college is destroying me. It's been so long since I've written too, so I do hope the quality of this piece isn't affected. Missed u guys 💙

"Do I scare you?" the hero asked, her voice devoid of any emotion, all while her eyes stared straight through the villain like he was transparent, searching for something in his expression.

Except his face remained defiantly blank, looking up at her, fire in his honey brown eyes, surprisingly not sparing any effort to attempt escaping his restraints.

When the hero stuck one of her nails into a small, open cut on his neck, the villain bit back a wince, an irritated frown tugging at the corner of his lip. "Yes," he supplied, his tone even and calm, not even hostile, trying to render himself as passive as possible.

Except he'd licked his lip in that quick, almost imperceptible manner, something he only ever did when he lied, something the hero wasn't supposed to know.

But she did.

"Stop lying," she snarled, sticking her nail again in the cut.

"The hell do you want, Hero?" he snapped, hissing as her finger left his cut.

The breaking point. The point where the villain was done placating and playing along and already back to his normal, wild state, where he could care less about whatever earned the hero's ire.

She'd spent the last three hours mostly in silence, only ever talking to ask the villain a question she knew would irritate him. He held up surprisingly well, even though his self-preservation instincts were usually nowhere to be found. So she wondered why he'd act so placidly in the beginning.

The villain liked to talk. He did most of the talking during their fights. The quiet drove him insane, and now he had his teeth bared like an animal, murder in his eyes and tension in his jaw.

This was the part where the hero should've laughed or slapped him across the face, or done anything just as cruel.

The truth was that they'd both been nothing but cruel to each other, enemies by virtue. The villain had beat the hero black and blue, had called her a myriad of flithy names, had screamed at her because of how much he hated that she was quiet. In turn, the hero made sure that every nick with a knife and every punch against skin had left a mark on the villain. She fought to scar, not just to incapacitate. She knew the scars were more a wound to his ego than his body, proof she'd hurt him.

And yet, the villain had pulled her out of a ditch and bandaged up her nearly destroyed leg, effectively saving her life when he had no business being there. In turn, she'd pulled him up when he almost slipped off a roof during one of their fights.

And situations like that would only keep happening more and more often, almost a staple of their atypical relationship. The villain would laugh, would crack a joke, would be so careful with her wounds, would be anything but his usual abrasive self.

And the very next fight, they would be even more horrible to each other, as though whatever had happened the day before had never been, as though cruelty was the only language they could speak.

The hero didn't have friends. They were another luxury she couldn't afford. Her teammates weren't actively cruel or anything of the like, but the agency left no room for any semblance of friendship or love or all the things the hero wanted but could never really have. And the villain wasn't her friend. He wasn't supposed to be anyone. But he was genuine, almost the only person in her life who didn't sound and act like a robot. He'd had actual conversations with the hero. And maybe she was not stupid enough to think that made him any good, but maybe she was stupid enough to think that made him mean something to her.

"Answer me, Hero," he snarled coldly, tearing her chain of thought in half.

The hero didn't consider spending any time on thinking of an intelligible response. People weren't logical when they were desperate. Desperate was the hero's hand cupping the villain's jaw so gently that the shiver up his spine was still awfully intense, even with his numb body. Desperate was staring into the villain's eyes, watching the way his lashes fluttered, as his eyes told a completely different story from the harsh frown on his lips. Desperate was the hero's lips on his cheekbone, warm against his skin, shy, terrified, staying there for a fleeting moment that still felt like too long and retracting away with shame written all over her features.

"I'm sorry."

Villain's eyes had widened, even though it seemed impossible they could grow any bigger. "I- come closer again," he half-whispered, all the roughness from his voice gone. "Lean down a little."

And the hero obliged, even though it went against every single thing she'd been taught, and in turn the villain's lips were pressed to her jaw, careful but in no way timid. They weren't supposed to be velvet-soft, and hints of the villain's spicy cologne shouldn't have still managed to be distinguishable through the blood and the sweat. But of course the seemingly impossible was happening.

"Yes," he answered, "you do scare me, but not in the way that you asked, so I was lying," he continued against the hero's jaw.

And she hated how palpable the relief was when he hadn't licked his lips.

"This is how you actually kiss someone." The smirk on the villain's face may have been merciless as he pulled away, but it was clear he was trying to break the tension that they could have sliced through with a blade.

God, the hero could barely breathe. She never knew something that felt almost forbidden could feel so right. She was scared the villain's response had been a trick and more scared that it hadn't. She wanted to scream at him and slam her fists into his body, to split his rose-petal-like lips with a jagged streak of crimson. But more than anything, she wanted him close enough to her that they were breathing each other's air, she wanted to kiss his face again, properly this time, so that it truly felt like something, something that set the hero's nerves on fire.

The hero had pulled out her twin knives, cutting through his ropes with one, while the other remained pressed against his carotid artery, as he still remained sitting on the chair.

Except the villain had pulled the knife out of her hand, slightly scratching himself, and he got up, twirling the knife with his hand and pressing its cold, flat edge to the hero's jaw, his breath warm on her face. "Don't fight it. That's all you've done, all I've done, and I'm sick of it."

And in all honesty, so was she. Sick of having no one, sick of wanting someone who was right there and yet so far away, sick of pushing a knife into the skin of the same boy who had bandaged her bleeding knuckles and made fun of the stupid kids' designs etched on them, the only thing he had, the next day after it happened.

The hero nodded, slowly putting her knives away when the villain handed her the other blade back, slinging an arm around the villain's waist, surprisingly small for someone so athletically built, but not any less attractive.

"Let's go home. I mean, my place," the villain suggested, utterly exhausted, but a hint of a smile was still there in his words as he wrapped his arm around the hero's shoulder, his fingers gripping onto the fabric of her suit a little playfully.

And the hero simply nodded, mirroring the villain's own soft smile.

Emotions are hard to understand, no rules or logic existent that could ever explain the power they hold over a person; the power that the heart exercises so ruthlessly over the mind. And yet nearly nothing could ever leave one feeling so certain, so absolutely euphoric to the point that not even the entire world would seem to matter compared to the one person love tethers you to.

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grumelot123 · 3 months

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"I'm trying so hard to hate you" PART 3! ARRIVES FINALLY!

I AM SO SORRY! I GOT A FEVER LAST NIGHT AT LIKE 10pm (the time i tried to finish this) AND FELT LIKE SHIT ALL DAY!

Tw:A little bit of smut(heavily kissing mostly), and this one ends in some angst...sorry!

As we went up into the elevator Aziraphale started almost..fidgeting? I guess he seemed more into deep thought than fidgeting, but not as if something was wrong. Just almost as if he's been thinking..? I'm not sure what he was worried abo-

OH SHIT ARMAGEDDON-

I have been so caught up in just being with my boyfriend, the joy of it and all, and forgot about the world ending?

"Aziraphale..are you alright?"

Azi Pov

I was in deep thought for the past 30 seconds while really blocking out the fact that Crowley was standing right beside me-

"Aziraphale..are you alright?"

"Oh- yeah I'm fine sorry my brain kind of went somewhere else.."

"Is it about Armageddon? Cause me and you usually work things out there really is no need to be worried at the momen-"

As he was talking I realized a couple things. I hadn't even thought about Arma-bloody-geddon since the moment we got into the car. Instead I was daydreaming like a teenage boy about what tonights sleeping arrangements could lead too. I mean me and Crowley have quite obviously kissed before, and it's not like I was afraid too it's just that..it's all so new and my heart practically jumps out of me when thinking about my lover.

"Er, no Crowley I wasn't thinking about Armageddon to be honest. Quite frankly, the hard parts already done"

"Oh? And what's that?"

"Getting you to say yes. Which worked out better than I planned. In all honest I'd thought I'd have to offer someone else to do this whole thing with you, cause it's not like you like me or anything." I said with probably a bit to much amusement in my voice.

"You little shit. If you keep talking about what you may have had to do to get me to come with you, I'm going to push every single button in this elevator, multiple times, until you apologize." He said..sounding a bit to serious for my liking.

"Okay! Ok! I'm sorry!"

Crowley Pov

As we walked to the hotel room I wondered how tonight would end...because I could think of a few ways, some dirty, some not so much, but what was Aziraphale thinking?

When we had actually got in there and shut the hotel room door behind us, Aziraphale stood there rather awkwardly deciding on what to do.

"This really doesn't have to be awkward Angel...just lie down. We are both exhausted and need the sleep. I won't try anything."

"I wouldn't have a problem if you did try anything"

He said then looked at me and gave me the most giddy happy smile I've ever seen and went and lied down..on the right side of the bed.

"I called right side on the way up"

"Only way to get me to move, is to move me, I'm tired"

So I did what any good friend, boyfriend would do and i dragged his ass off the bed.

"Right side is mine"

"You just so happen to be mine Crowley, let me lay down now please"

So maybe..he has been having some of the same thoughts as me, some naughty instead? But...

I was fucking speechless, I- what. I mean this, this is not a bad thing at all, I'm just fucking speechless.

It's not like this is all new.

Cause I mean, I am his.

I rolled to the left side of the bed.

(break in the story because I have 2 things to say CROWLEY BEING A SIMP IS CANON, IT'S GIVING DURING THE FIRST ARMAGEDDON WHEN AZIRAPHALE WAS LIKE "If you don't fix this, I'll...I'll never speak to you again!" and Crowley just took his happy ass and went on and did just that. And the other thing I was going to say is, I know it seems like they don't care about Armageddon but they don't really know if it's bad yet and they're to busy being in love to care)

SORRY BACK TO THE STORY!

AZI POV!

He actually went to the left side-

We really should be thinking about Armageddon right now but I can't bring myself to bring up the conversation at this moment. But I have had a question that's been bugging me all day.

"Crowley..why did you forgive me?"

Silence. He didn't say anything for a minute straight and I had almost thought he went to sleep but then.

"Because, well it hurt."

"What?"

"I hurt. Well I loved you...I love you so much it hurts. It burns inside me. It's like a craving I can't get enough of. You are something, I can't get enough of. Because I tried, believe me I tried so hard to forget you, to forget the feeling but I genuinely couldn't."

I should've said something sentimental or heartwarming back but all that came out was.

"That was hot."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"No I think you said something" He moved closer to me. "I want to know if you meant it though"

I moved my head to look at him..to look into those eyes. His eyes.

"Your eyes."

"Huh?"

"You said that you loved me so much that it hurts. That you tried to forget me. But I knew I couldn't forget you. And it always had something to do with those beautiful eyes of yours. That's what I tried to forget. Not only your eyes but your smile..and your voice. But it was impossible. Everytime I tried to forget anything about you, I did the opposite, I just thought about that certain thing..all day."

"And apparently what I said was hot"

We both actually burst out laughing. It was like tension lifted off my shoulders. This is night is just too good to ruin it talking about Armageddon.

Crowley Pov

As we were both laughing, I got to get a good look at Aziraphale, like up close. He seemed stressed. Like just how stiff he was. Which is understandable with him being sUprEmE arChaNgel and all but still.

Since tonight was most likely going to be our last night of peace and quiet for the moment.

I leaned in to kiss him, kind of nervous he'd dodge me and tell me to go to bed. But instead he kissed back even more eager than I was.

In the midst of it all I ended up straddled on his lap , holding on to the headboard, and just full on making out with him. I honestly got to lost in the kiss and ended up rubbing right over his...well you get what I'm saying.

He let out an almost whimper, then fully stopped moving, I was worried he was mad, but he didn't seem to care. He looked at me, and I wondered what he wanted me to do.

"Do you want t-"

"No, I want to wait. As something to look forward to after all, whatever this is."

"Okay"

And with that we went back to just kissing and melting into each others touched, shamelessly breathing heavily and just not coming up for air more than needed. After what felt like hours, we both started to get pretty tired. He layed back and I layed on his chest.

And fell asleep just like that.

In the middle of the night there was this almost loud screeching noise. But I felt like I couldn't move, as if I was paralyzed. I could move my eyes and in front of me was just Aziraphale but he looked pissed. But it was like it wasn't Aziraphale. I think I was dreaming? He just stood there and started yelling at me.

"You know I never loved you?, I'm using you, you're nothing, all you'll ever be to me is a fallen angel. I hate you. I've only ever been friends with you because it was for my benefit. It's fucking unbelievable that you'd ever think me, an angel, would ever fall for a demon like you. You're one of the bad guys, you've always been. No ones ever loved you. It'll always be like that."

"W-what?"

He's never acted like this, at all. He started walking towards the door to leave.

"No, no wait Aziraphale come back, I can change I can be better. I'll do anything, even if you're not happy with me. You want another lover? That's fine but please just stay with me. I can be better. I swear, Im sorry plea-"

"Crowley? Wake up, hey?"

I opened my eyes to Aziraphale holding me. My eyes felt puffy, I had a headache, and I was definitely shaking. I was sobbing uncontrollably and couldn't seem to get many words out.

"Aziraphale?" My voice still came out in choked sobs no matter how hard I tried to control it.

"Bad dream?" He looked at me, but like really looked at me with care and love in his eyes. His grip on me was firm, worried on what my next reaction would be.

"Yea..m'fine m'sorry for waking you" I said, still sniffing and sort of crying

"Hey, don't be sorry, it wasn't in your control, what happened in your dream?"

What if he feels the same way he did in the dream? It sounds silly but what if those are his true feelings or what if he met somebody else? No, he's my boyfriend now. He couldn't lie about that surely?

"It was dumb, I don't even know why I was crying" I said, sleep was already creeping up on me, yesterday's events took more of a toll on me than I thought.

"Not dumb, dear Crowley. Anything that makes you cry could never be dumb. But I won't force you to tell me, okay? How about you just come lay on my side of the bed?" He added the bit in at the end with a lopsided smile. How could I say no?

"M'kay...but hey angel?"

"Yea?"

"Where do we even start tomorrow..its 2:30am...where do we start today when trying to stop Armageddon?"

We've been so wrapped up in ourselves we forgot about the world ending, that says something, but I'm just gonna ignore that.

"I think we start at Anathema's house, yeah? She might have a good idea of what's going on."

"Oh..mmm...yea" Sleep was practically gluing my eyelids shut. I need at least 4 more hours in Aziraphale arms before tomorrow. Big day and all.

AZIRAPHALE POV

As I layed there, Crowley in my arms sleeping soundly. The room pretty much quiet. I felt like everything was..perfect.

I don't want to ever leave this room again. Tomorrow is not going to be the best of days I have a feeling, but me and Crowley will get through it. I mean always do.

Right?

END

Again I am so sorry it took me so long to finish this I had a fever last night and ended up throwing up this morning and just have not been in the writing mood.

But uh...Part 4 tonight or tomorrow anyone?

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