#one week and im OUTIE yall i am SO excited

[raineandsky]

teasing villain and stoic hero? :0

hell yea i love this :O thank you for the request!!

tw: suggestive

“My favourite hero!” the villain cries delightedly. “Tell me, what’s the plan tonight, hm? Bare hands? A blade to the throat? Whips and chains?”

“The plan for you,” the hero says shortly, “is jail.”

The villain gasps excitedly. “Ooh, does that mean you’re gonna put me in cuffs?” They laugh brightly. “Classy.”

The hero steps into a swing. The villain flits back and the hero’s fist meets thin air.

“You missed, darling.” The villain grins, their hand running through their hair. “Don’t go for the face, though. You know I like to look good in my mug shots.”

“I’ll go for whatever means you lose,” the hero says coldly.

“That doesn’t mean you win though, does it?”

“You losing means I win.”

The hero moves in for another attack. The villain reels back and retaliates with a knife in their hand. The hero just pulls away as the blade drags a thwip! through the air in front of them.

“Come on, [Hero].” The villain twists the knife in their hand, their head cocked to the side. “Play nice and I might let you pin me to a wall somewhere.”

A slight sneer pulls at the hero’s lip. “If you don’t mind,” they say sharply, “I’m concentrating.”

“Oh, my apologies.” A smirk works its way onto the villain’s face. “Am I showing too much ankle? Are you wasting away looking at a criminal this beautiful?”

“You got one thing right,” the hero retorts, “criminal.”

They snap forward for a strike. The villain barely sidesteps to avoid them, the hero’s fist bypassing their face and instead burying into their shoulder.

The villain stumbles, their face scrunched up in pain. “Is that why you want me in jail, [Hero] dearest?” They manage a grin, though it's pulled a little tight now. “You want me all to yourself, don’t you?”

The hero shifts to prepare for another attack. The villain does the same. “I want you off the streets.”

The villain’s grin widens. “You still want me all the same.”

The villain darts in for a strike first. The hero pulls away from their swipe too late and feels it burn a crimson line into their chest. A flare of rage engulfs them and they move in for their own swing. The villain ducks under their fist but moves straight into the second one.

The force is enough to send the villain staggering back. The hero pounces on them and shoves them back into a wall, one arm across the criminal’s chest and the other hand carefully pointing their knife away.

“[Hero],” the villain whines, though the smirk is audible in their voice, “I haven’t even given you my safe word yet.”

The hero opts to ignore them. They concentrate on the knife in the other’s grip, carefully tightening their hold on their hand. The villain heaves a heavy breath, trying to resist the force closing in on their fist, but eventually they give under the pressure and drop the knife. It clatters to the floor with a mocking laugh.

“Ooh, such a big strong hero,” the villain whispers softly. “This is the part where you kiss me, I think.”

The hero’s gaze snaps to theirs. The villain’s eyes are scrunched up delightedly, expectant. “This is the part,” the hero whispers back, equally gentle, “where I arrest you.”

The villain rolls their eyes, though one hand is sitting at the inevitable throbbing pain of the hero’s fists. Another loss for the villain, another win for the hero.

“Make sure you come visit me in your dungeon,” the villain says as the hero pulls a pair of cuffs out. “You’re the only one who knows how to treat me right.”

“I’ll see you for your interrogation.”

“Perfect.” The villain sighs dreamily as the hero snaps the cuffs over their wrists. “Then all your little friends can see the tension between us.”

The hero is pretty sure, though, that the only person who can see that tension is the villain.