…married hero x villain…for no particular reason
Mmmmmmpretty princess
Lost
When Villain awoke they were warm, it was a refreshing kind of warm, not too hot and not too cold. It was perfect. Duvet tangled in their legs, barely covering their exposed body. And as they gingerly opened their eyes they could see their partner looking as peaceful as ever to their left.
Sleepy eyes and perfectly pink lips that shuddered just slightly when they exhaled. It would’ve been a perfect moment, if not for the countless bandages that crisscrossed over every part of the poor hero. Some stained pink, others still held their bland white colour from when they were placed the night before.
Villain would need to refresh those all before the day started and make sure they hadn’t torn any stitches while they slept.
They smiled fondly at their love, even buried under all those injuries they still looked angelic. Something the villain thought they could never master—even if the hero thought differently.
Seemingly aware of the villain’s eyes on their figure, Hero slowly stirred awake, wincing slightly when they stretched a little too far and furrowing their brow with a twinge of pain as they regained feeling in all their limbs.
Villain was going to kill whoever did this to their lover.
“Good-morning, sleepy head~” they mumbled, voice still a little raspy. Using that same familiar tone Hero seemed to love as they blushed to consciousness.
“Mmmm…”
Adorable.
The criminal rolled over to flop softly against the other, leaving their peaceful warmth for Hero’s aching and overheating body. Fever symptoms from all of the wounds, some maybe even infected. But the hero was also just a naturally hot individual, in more ways than one, paired with being a blanket hog, which guaranteed they’d be sweaty and flushed each morning.
Planting a kiss on the hero’s forehead, Villain gently pulled back the sweaty blanket to reveal their lobster red lover. They couldn’t help but roll their eyes when Hero whined in disapproval at the loss of heat, but it made their heart swell in reality.
“You’re burning up, sweetie. Let’s get you some medicine, okay?” Hero nodded tiredly, eyes still barely open as they fluttered shut once more.
It triggered Villains anxiety, they hated when it felt like a closing of eyes meant they’d never reopen. But Hero was in good health—besides the beating they had taken—so they had to trust that everything was going to be okay.
Still, it seemed like no matter how many times they reassured themselves, their hands still shook and their mind still raced to catastrophe.
Hero hummed, getting Villains attention from where they had turned to the nightstand. Cluttered with first aid supplies and medications. “Breathe, baby… ‘m okay…”
It always worked when it was Hero. Four words and Villain felt on top of the world. Relaxing their posture and releasing their held breath, Hero was okay.
Everything was okay.
The crime-stopper smirked lazily as they watched their significant other work with their hands, now presumably more calm than before. As they turned and held the brown liquid up to the hero’s lips.
With a cocky wink, Hero put their lips around the spoon, allowing the villain to tip the liquid down their throat.
It didn’t taste good, Villain could tell by the scrunched face Hero promoted, but they needed it. It would help keep any infections at bay and their temperature at a healthy level.
Hero finally moved to sit up, revealing all of their bruises—old and new—and any gashes that had slipped from their bandages. Slowly pushing themselves to stand out of bed as they began to limp towards the kitchen.
Villain sighed, their lover had zero sense of self-care. Always working too hard, always overworking.
Thankfully, the villain had put in place a plan to stop any such thing from happening for at least the next week. At least until they got better.
They hurried after the other and into the kitchen with the first aid kit under their arm. Hero was already scouring the fridge for leftovers, while Villain searched for a fresh washcloth to tend to the hero’s wounds.
Head shoved into a cabinet, Villain startled when they felt the hero’s hands on their hips, gently pulling them back from the fresh linens. Kissing them gently to guide their attention.
“Don’t need one of those, love… I’ve got an early patrol this morning so I’ll be heading straight out.”
Villain almost burst out laughing.
“Must have a concussion too if you think I’m letting you out of this house and into patrol after you showed up covered in your own blood last night.”
The crime-stopper scoffed gently, leaving their crusade for food as they headed for the closet. “Sweetheart, duty calls. I can’t just not show—”
Hero stopped. Doors to the closet gaping open as they stared, jaw slightly open. They rubbed their eyes quickly for a second as if they couldn’t believe it, before turning towards the villain.
“Baby,”
“Hm?”
“Where is my suit?”
At that, Villain couldn’t hold it in any longer. A massive grin breaking out onto their face as they arched their eyebrows up innocently.
“Once you find it, then you can head out to patrol.”
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