#writing my favourite trope apparently: ough.......... whadda hell.............

[raineandsky]

could we get a flirty villain X oblivious cinnamon roll hero please ? I'll give you a cookie 🍪

oooooooo one of my favourite tropes!! i love dumbasses who are just blind to the most obvious things, hope you enjoy :D

“Beautiful evening for it, isn’t it?”

The hero whirls to meet their new foe, fists raised, but the villain only throws them a sweet smile. Almost a smirk, like they know something the hero doesn’t.

“There’s no need for that, is there?” they purr. “I’m only commenting on the view.”

The villain isn’t even looking at the view, as beautiful as it apparently is. The hero slowly lowers their fists. They haven’t seen too much trouble from this villain before, they suppose.

The villain’s heels click against the concrete as they saunter closer. The hero pins their gaze to the sunset. The way their nemesis is watching them is a little too intense for their liking. “It’s nice at night, too, from up here,” the hero says, because the silence is stretching a little too long and they’re getting awkward about it. “The city looks crazy from here when it’s all lit up.”

The villain hums idly, pausing next to them to actually take in the scenery beyond. The hero glances at them and– oh. No, they’re not admiring the view. They’re still staring.

The hero shuffles on their feet and averts their gaze. More silence. The hero opens their mouth to make another painful attempt at conversation.

"You know,” the villain thankfully says instead, “there’s a really cute little restaurant downtown. Italian. It’s on that corner opposite the convenience store.”

The hero’s brow knits slightly. “The Pizza House?”

The villain’s face brightens. “That’s it! I forgot the name.” They finally, finally, turn their gaze out to the city. “I’ve been watching you from the sidelines for a while, [Hero]. You impress me. I thought you might like to join me down there tomorrow night.”

A challenge. Or a trap. The villain’s inviting them to one of their crimes. There’s something going on here—what’s the catch?

“I’ve heard the food is to die for,” the villain’s saying. “The cocktails are supposedly explosive.”

Explosive? God, the villain’s going to blow the place to smithereens. Then again, the hero is being handed the perfect chance to put a stop to this inane plan. Best to go along with it.

“Oh, yeah.” That doesn’t sound believable even to their own ears. “When were you thinking?”

The villain hums shortly, tilting their head in thought. “About seven? I’d like my food to go down before we continue with the rest of our evening.”

They grace the hero with a wink and a confident smirk. Oh god, are they planning to blow up two buildings?

“Where, uh, where were you thinking of taking the rest of the evening?” It’s too obvious a question, but the villain doesn’t seem to mind. They’re amused by it, if anything.

“I don’t know,” the villain says with a dramatic sigh. “Your place?”

The villain must’ve seen the way the hero’s eyes widened at that. They only just hold down the incensed “WHAT” threatening to announce itself.

Did the villain just tell the hero that they intend to blow up their house?

The hero clears their throat for a moment. The villain grins like this is exactly the reaction they wanted. “Sure,” they manage eventually. “Sounds… exciting.”

The villain’s gaze is on them again, striking as ever, and the hero has to once again look away. It’s a little nerve wracking, being studied so closely. They can see the villain’s light smile out of the corner of their eye.

“It will be.” The villain’s fingers brush against the hero’s arm, and the hero shivers. A promise—of mass destruction, by the sounds of it. “I’ll make sure of that, darling.”

The villain throws one last arrogant smirk at the hero before they’re off, strolling back across the rooftop and leaving the hero alone once again.

The hero’s phone is out as soon as the villain is out of sight. No point in wasting time.

“Yeah,” they say quickly. “I’m going to need every hero available honed in on the Pizza House at seven tomorrow evening. I think something big is coming.”