trigger warning: swords, blood
The villain’s sword was slightly uncomfortable against their chin, the hero decided, as they knelt in front of them, the tip of it digging into their throat just enough to cause pain but not enough to draw blood. Their hands were bound behind them, and the angle of the sword forced their eyes up, to the villain’s. They were dripping blood and bruised and tired and on the business end of the sword, but they still managed a smile.
“Why are you smiling, little hero?” The villain’s cool voice washed over them. “I have you on the ground, defeated. There is nothing for you to smile about anymore.”
Their face was stone-cold; expressionless. The hero’s smile only grew and as they closed their eyes for a fraction of a second, memories speed ran through their mind—the delicate kisses, beautiful sunrises, the scent of orange blossoms, surprise hugs from behind, driving on the highway with all the time in the world—before they snapped back to reality.
“Oh, darling.” Their voice was almost considerate. “You’re not going to run me through with a sword. You love me still.”
The villain’s façade crumbled pretty quickly, after that.
Hero opened their eyes blearily, wincing as the bright light irritated their eyes. They squinted, glancing around the room. They had no idea where they were. It looked like some sort of holding cell. Had they been kidnapped?
“Finally awake, are we?” someone asked. Hero groaned, rolling their eyes when they saw Supervillain standing in the corner of the room, arms folded and looking incredibly satisfied. They pushed off the wall and walked over. Hero felt their heart beating faster as Supervillain got closer, until they were only a couple feet away. Hero wasn’t quite sure what to say, so they stayed silent. The metallic tang of blood was present in their mouth, and they faintly recognized a couple drops of blood dripping out of their mouth and down their face. They spit it out onto the floor and looked back up at Supervillain. Supervillain was staring at them with amusement.
“You’re quite interesting, you know that?” Supervillain chuckled. Hero rolled their eyes, ignoring how their heart was beating out of their chest.
“I’m sure,” Hero snapped, trying to wiggle out of their bonds. The rope rubbed harshly against their skin, and they tried to hide a wince. Supervillain didn’t notice, preoccupied with pacing around the cell dramatically.
“Can’t wait for Villain to get here,” Supervillain grinned. “That’s when the fun really begins,” they continued. Hero squinted at them, confused.
“Why Villain?” they blurted out, their curiosity getting the best of them. Supervillain’s eyes widened, and they laughed harshly.
“You have no clue, do you?” Supervillain shook their head, circling behind them leisurely. Hero hissed as Supervillain flung their hand out and yanked Hero’s head backwards. Supervillain’s fingers dug into their scalp, and they grimaced.
“Well, this won’t do.” Supervillain’s eyes furrowed. Hero closed their eyes, willing themselves to pass out or fall unconscious or-
“No, no, none of that-” Supervillain shook their head, resuming to drone on about Villain and their insolence. Hero tried to ignore them, but their voice was so goddamn annoying-
“Stop,” they seethed. “Please just stop talking, you’re giving me a headache,” Hero muttered. Supervillain’s face darkened, their pacing growing more rushed.
“Where is that son of a bitch?” Supervillain groaned in annoyance, stopping their pacing to stand right in front of Hero. Hero looked down at the ground, not willing to make eye contact.
“How am I supposed to know?” Hero snapped. A dark look came over Supervillain’s face, and Hero barely had time to regret their actins before Supervillain struck them in the face. Hero’s cheek was tingling, and there was even more blood in their mouth. They leaned their head down to the ground, spitting blood all over Supervillain’s shoes. Hero sat back up, breathing heavily but with a satisfied smirk on their face. Screw you, Supervillain.
“You’re quite entertaining. Maybe I’ll just keep you for myself…” they whispered. Oh no. That didn’t sound good. Hero gritted their teeth, trying to move as far away as their bonds would allow. Supervillain noticed and grabbed their hair, yanking their head up to face them. “Quite easy on the eyes too,” they remarked in contemplation, wiping the blood off of Hero’s face. Hero felt their heart begin to race as Supervillain got closer and closer. Supervillain was about an inch from their face when a loud bang resounded through the room.
“Get away from Hero, you slimy bastard.”
Hero glanced up dizzily. A lean figure was standing in the doorway, head down and a dagger in their hand. The figure stepped forward, and Hero’s eyes widened. It was.. Villain.
Villain’s gaze was locked onto them, a strange look on their face. It almost looked like… concern? Hero watched as Villain began to connect the dots, eyes darting between Supervillain and Hero. They stepped closer, and the hand in Hero’s hair tightened.
Supervillain ignored Villain, and was looking down at Hero. “Looks like someone’s here to rescue you!” Supervillain grinned mockingly, dragging a finger down their cheekbone. Hero fidgeted, desperate to increase the distance between them. “Isn’t that cute?” Supervillain continued, looking them up and down in a predatory way that made Hero want to throw up.
“Don’t touch them,” Villain seethed, a vein popping out in their neck. Hero couldn’t help but feel a bit confused. Why was Villain of all people, here to rescue them? It didn’t make sense.
Hero was torn out of their thoughts as Supervillain leaned closer to them, a devious smirk on their face. Hero closed their eyes, their heart jackhammering out of their chest.
“I told you not to touch them,”
Hero felt a faint breeze blow by them, and whipped their head to the side. They watched as Villain’s dagger embedded itself into Supervillain’s chest. Supervillain grimaced before they crumpled to the ground, their skin turning sallow and their eyes glazing over. Hero let out a sigh of relief, before remembering who their savior was. They looked over at Villain, who was staring at Supervillain with an unreadable expression on their face.
“You alright?” Villain asked, eyes flicking over their figure in search of injuries. They crouched down, untying the ropes around Hero’s ankles.. Hero bit their lip, watching as Villain fiddled with their bonds.
“Yeah, I just feel… weird,” Hero admitted, getting up from the chair once Villain freed them. They stumbled a bit, grabbing the closest thing- Villain’s shoulder. Villain grabbed them quickly, preventing them from falling to the floor. Hero shot them a grateful smile and pushed their arm off of Villain’s, intending to walk on their own. Villain sighed loudly, grabbing Hero’s arm and wrapping it around their shoulder.
“You and your hero complex,” they snorted, leading Hero out of the room slowly. Hero grimaced, bracing themselves against the wall as they tried to regain their breath. They looked behind them, frowning when they realized they had only walked a couple feet.
“Hey, I think that-” Hero could hardly finish their sentence before they felt Villain tilt them back and wrap an arm under their knees, twisting them so that they were in Villain’s arms. Hero looked up at Villain, squinting at them.
“You could’ve given me a warning-” Hero started, faltering as Villain began to glare at them. “What?” they snapped.
“Just shut up and let me carry you,” Villain hissed, looking pointedly ahead. They tightened their hold, and Hero gave in, leaning their head against Villain’s chest and closing their eyes.
“It must be beautiful when you see the sky span out in front of you when you fly,” the civilian said, their eyes wide with wonder and awe.
The hero smiled. “It is. Would you like to see?”
“Oh honey, have you been out fighting another villain?” Their nemesis tutted. “You don’t want to make me jealous, do you?”
Hi! I absolutely love your writing! It's beautiful! I was wondering if you could write one where the villain crashes a Hero's party? That would be splendid! Thank you!
“You…you can’t be here,” the hero mumbled.
“You’re drunk.” The villain’s head tilted. “Happy Birthday.”
The hero blinked up at them, uncertainly. Their mind was stuck somewhere between ‘what the hell are you doing here?’ and ‘why the hell are you so beautiful?’
“How come you’re skulking outside at your own party?”
“How come you’re skulking outside my party?” the hero pointed an accusing finger. “You better not be planning something. Wait. Did you say ‘happy birthday?’”
“I got you something,” the villain said.
The hero shot to their feet, eyes wide, expecting a bomb or something horrible and -
“What’s wrong with the chocolates? Have you poisoned the chocolates?”
“I would have to be truly evil to poison the chocolate,” the villain said solemnly. There was a hint of a smile on their lips.
“You’re mocking me.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” The smile was even bigger now.
The hero accepted the box of chocolate, with a wary brand of touched. They smelled delicious. They ripped the ribbon off and stuffed one in their mouth.
The villain raised their brows.
The hero offered them one.
The villain took it, before sitting down on the back garden patio next to them. The sounds of the party, warm light, filtered through the windows. Music thumped.
“The - the person I like,” the hero said. “They like someone else. Got together. Kissing.”
“That sucks.”
“What’s your excuse for lurking in my garden?”
The villain shrugged and took another chocolate.
“…do you want to come in?”
“No. That would ruin my reputation as a gate crasher.”
“Just come in. You can be my bad decision for the night.”
“Flatterer.”
The hero glanced over at them. It was a poor idea, but the villain was - well, the hero knew they weren’t that bad. At least not all the time. They seemed softer tonight. And they gave the hero potentially evil chocolates. And the hero’s chest hurt because they’d thought - they’d thought -
They turned and kissed the villain, hot and clumsy.
The villain froze.
The hero cleared their throat. “Thank you for the chocolates.” They stood. “Come inside. At least then I can keep an eye on you.”
The villain followed.
It occurred to the hero, later, that perhaps the villain had just wanted one night to belong. To be another ordinary teenager. To not be what they were.
One night.
After that, everything went back to normal.
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Hi! I absolutely love your writing! It's beautiful! I was wondering if you could write one where the villain crashes a Hero's party? That would be splendid! Thank you!
“You…you can’t be here,” the hero mumbled.
“You’re drunk.” The villain’s head tilted. “Happy Birthday.”
The hero blinked up at them, uncertainly. Their mind was stuck somewhere between ‘what the hell are you doing here?’ and ‘why the hell are you so beautiful?’
“How come you’re skulking outside at your own party?”
“How come you’re skulking outside my party?” the hero pointed an accusing finger. “You better not be planning something. Wait. Did you say ‘happy birthday?’”
“I got you something,” the villain said.
The hero shot to their feet, eyes wide, expecting a bomb or something horrible and -
“What’s wrong with the chocolates? Have you poisoned the chocolates?”
“I would have to be truly evil to poison the chocolate,” the villain said solemnly. There was a hint of a smile on their lips.
“You’re mocking me.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” The smile was even bigger now.
The hero accepted the box of chocolate, with a wary brand of touched. They smelled delicious. They ripped the ribbon off and stuffed one in their mouth.
The villain raised their brows.
The hero offered them one.
The villain took it, before sitting down on the back garden patio next to them. The sounds of the party, warm light, filtered through the windows. Music thumped.
“The - the person I like,” the hero said. “They like someone else. Got together. Kissing.”
“That sucks.”
“What’s your excuse for lurking in my garden?”
The villain shrugged and took another chocolate.
“…do you want to come in?”
“No. That would ruin my reputation as a gate crasher.”
“Just come in. You can be my bad decision for the night.”
“Flatterer.”
The hero glanced over at them. It was a poor idea, but the villain was - well, the hero knew they weren’t that bad. At least not all the time. They seemed softer tonight. And they gave the hero potentially evil chocolates. And the hero’s chest hurt because they’d thought - they’d thought -
They turned and kissed the villain, hot and clumsy.
The villain froze.
The hero cleared their throat. “Thank you for the chocolates.” They stood. “Come inside. At least then I can keep an eye on you.”
The villain followed.
It occurred to the hero, later, that perhaps the villain had just wanted one night to belong. To be another ordinary teenager. To not be what they were.
One night.
After that, everything went back to normal.
“Oh wow, this is such a surprise! I’m honoured,” The sidekick draped a hand over their flushed face demurely. “Of course I’ll marry you, I love you.“
No no no no NO! The restraints cut deep into skin and forced Villain to remain in an tight kneeling position. Villain winced as their captor leaned in for a celebratory kiss. Hero… please hurry.