(flirty hero x oblivious villain)
“I think you should give up now, darling.” The hero mused, pressing their feet deeper on to the villain’s chest, as they lay on the ground, looking up at them with their pretty eye lashes.
The villain’s eyes flashed with anger, “No! You asshole!” They said, trying to get rid of the hero’s foot on their chest, but to no avail, the hero was too strong.
“Hmm, well. We could keep doing this all night. I have no problem, sweetheart. You know I like you.” The hero said, winking. Their foot went up to the villain’s chin, and tilted up more. “What do you say?” They asked with a grin.
The villain grunted, blushing slightly, even at the awkward angle. “Shut up. I’d rather not. Let me go.” They frowned, trying to seem serious as their hand wrapped around the hero’s foot.
Oh, and the hero liked the sight. They loved it. The villain shuffled a little, the hero smiled. “In exchange for what exactly?”
The villain stopped, giving them a glare. “In exchange for nothing, jerk. Let me go!” The villain insisted, their hands braced by themselves to hoist themself up but the hero refused it with a shake of their head.
“Not until I get something in return, sugar.” The hero says, smirking. They loosed the force with which they were pressing down the villain. The villain blushed again, perhaps at the nickname.
“W-what do you want?” The villain asked, unsure.
“Smile for me.”
“What?” The villain’s eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
“Smile for me…please?” The hero asked, again. More softly, more gently than the villain was used to.
The villain scowled, before trying to pull their lips into a smile. It was hard, they weren’t used to smiling a lot. It was easier to sneer. They smiled, somewhat unsure. Their eyes crinkled at the corners. The hero instantly took their foot back, they crouched down on their knees.
“Your smile is so pretty, you know that?” The hero asked, smiling at the villain. The villain’s smile faded, turning into a scowl again, their face going red.
“Shut up.” They said, before looking away, and because the hero’s guard was down, they made a run for their life.
The hero didn’t follow, watching them with a tilted head as they chuckled. The villain was so innocent if they thought that they would never meet again.
The hero smiled softly, while walking to the sleeping body on his couch. His hands held a soft blanket, imprinted with little lions and tigers. He draped it over the villain, gently. The villain instinctively turned towards him in his sleep, cuddling up in the comfort.
The hero gave a quick kiss to the villain’s forehead, and went to make cookies for when the villain wakes up.
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(Y'all begged for a part 2, so here it is! Enjoy ;)
Part 1
By @writingpromptsworld
The villain huffed, their cheeks tinting a shade of red. They hoped it wasn’t noticeable to the hero. They were already feeling so embarrassed. “What do you know about being a villain.” They tried to sound annoyed.
The hero didn’t stop, though. They snorted, taking another step forward. “I was one, a long time ago.” The villain looked into their eyes; all they could see was honesty.
“Right, sure. I believe that.” They babbled. How could the number one hero ever have been a villain? From what they could recall, the hero had endangered their life more than multiple times to save the civilians.
The hero’s lips widened again, their eyes crinkling at the corners. It was hard not to stare at the hero. The villain licked their lips nervously.
“You’re rather cute, you know that?” The hero teased further.
The villain swallowed. “You–...what?” Their eyes widened, caught off guard. They were about to lose their cool and fall to their knees. It wasn’t fair– what the hero was doing. Using the villain’s inexperience to their advantage.
“What? You are. First of all, you come in here, again, sniffing my coat rather confidently. And lying about it–you’re not hard to read even in the dark. Then you ogle me shamelessly. I mean, how cute can you get, you know?”
The villain let out an involuntary whine.
The hero brought up a hand to the villain’s cheek, and the villain immediately nuzzled into it. “You should leave.”
The villain didn’t move.
“So desperate, it’s almost pathetic.” The hero mused, their thumb gently caressing the villain’s cheekbone. The villain sighed in response.
The villain opened their eyes; their faces were a breath away. They stared at the hero's lips. The hero smirked, before closing the gap and kissing them.
The villain, in fact, stayed there the whole night.
The villain’s heart crushed at the sight in front of him. The hero, no, his hero was holding someone else in his arms. Kissing them. Smiling and laughing with them.
He stared, unable to make himself move even a little. The hero didn’t notice them standing there. It was a late night, with nothing but a few street lights on. The roads empty, his head full.
The hero was inside a restaurant, while the villain stood behind a building, ready to attack them. But, this. This. This was not what he expected. His blood boiled, daring him to go snatch the hero from the person. Tell the hero that he belongs to him, and no one else.
Before he could think what he was doing, his body moved on its own. Stumbling through the empty road, he didn’t see a truck coming towards him. And, his body went flying through the cold air and back down. Blood spit out of his head, and all around him, but all he could see as he tilted his head to the right side was the hero’s smiling face. Unaware of his presence, unaware of his existence. He called out, but the hero didn’t hear.
He screamed.
In the end, he was alone. Like always.
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(Tw: suicide)
It was silly, really. The villain thought. These cat and mouse games, chasing each other down with hunger in their eyes, and a mutual desire in their body craving for each other but never once spoken of. They hoped one day that they could have the hero to all themself, never sharing it to the world.
The hero laughed bitterly in their dimly lit office, hearing the other one’s thoughts in their mind, before slitting their wrists.
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“Do you think you look all high and mighty in that suit?” The villain asked, flashing their teeth teasingly.
The hero frowned, their lips turning down in the cutest way. “Well, yes. That’s why…I wore it for tonight!”
The villain chuckled, their thumb coming up to caress the hero’s cheek. “You’re adorable, you know that?”
The hero blushed, swatting their hand away and glaring at the villain half-heartedly.
The hero slowly backed away, while the villain advanced towards him. His footsteps echoed a rhythm through the ground. He walked until he hit a solid wall behind him, the villain coming close—a dagger in his hands. His hands lifted, and he put the sharp object to the hero’s throat. Almost touching. Almost.
The hero swallowed, barely dodging the keen edge. The villain chuckled, low and dark. “So, any last words, before I let you meet your friends in the heavens?” He asked. The hero frowned.
“Today’s definitely not my last day on this earth,” The hero murmured, as he kicked the villain between his legs, and ran. He could not fight the villain, with his injuries alive and burning. He would lose, seriously.
He hid in a shady-looking valley that screamed danger, but at least he was out of sight of the villain.
Though, if only he knew, that the villain was watching him from one of the buildings nearby, a smug look accompanying his face.
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The villain came forward, slow and unwavering. A mask was plastered on his face, but it failed to disguise his face completely. The hero recognized him immediately.
The ballroom echoed with music all around. People laughed and danced with joy spilling out of them. Each one of them was dressed in fancy gowns and suits. Everyone was having fun, except the hero.
Damn this mission, the hero thought.
The villain let on an almost sweet smile as he reached close to the hero. "May I have the pleasure of dancing with you, handsome?" The hero's heartbeat rose. Suffocating him, the room was.
The hero glanced around, begging for someone to come for him and stop this from happening. No one came. He hesitated, before giving his hand to the villain and letting him guide him.
The villain led him to the dance floor, and let his hands fall to the hero's waist. The hero felt himself doing the same.
"You know, the mask doesn't help in hiding your pretty face." The villain whispered in the hero's ears. His hands tightening around the hero's waist.
"I never meant to." The hero returned, suddenly confidence. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right, he thought, as he squeezed the villain's waist back.
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"I'd like to believe you, but I don't know if I can." The hero uttered, the villain stood with their back facing them. They let their eyes stroll over the villain's shadowed body. The sun beamed on the villain, making them glow.
"It's okay. You don't have to. No one does. No one did." The villain replied. And, even though the hero couldn't see their face, they knew it was heartbroken. The villain was heartbroken, they could feel it. They longed to just hold them, but they can't.
The hero was restrained by the bindings of their mission. The mission? Manipulate the villain. Find all their weaknesses to use against them. Cruel. That's what they felt when they first entered the villain's huge mansion. It was evening. The sun was bidding its final goodbye, with the sharp sunrays.
The hero took a deep breath to steady their pounding heart. The villain turned around abruptly and shifted their feet towards them. They came so close, the hero thought they would kiss them. But what came was the gentle touch of the villain's fingers on their cheek. A soft graze of the other's hand, and they sighed.
The hero leaned to the touch, involuntarily. They couldn't stop themself for wanting more of it. "You know, I've always believed you. Believed in your strength to fight me, and win. It's almost a defeat on my part to admit it." The villain murmured, their hands moving down to the hero's jaw. The hero let it.
"You don't need to. Don't have to. I've lost more than won. With you, anyways." The hero muttered back, their voice so low. So mellow. They wished that the both of them would stay like this. Never pull apart, but of course, that wasn't going to happen.
"You've won me." The villain whispered. The distance between them allowed even the slightest noise to be heard, the villain didn't need to be loud. The hero shuddered, their heartbeat picked up again. They looked the villain in the eye, and found them staring right back.
The villain moved closer, hesitant. The hero closed the gap between them and brought their lips together. They cursed internally to the mission, the damned government, his duties, and his job. However, most of all, they cursed himself for losing control. But who were they to deny love? No one. Not anymore.
"So, what do you say we run away together?" The villain suggested to the hero with a grin, that was way too wide. The hero sighed. The villain had asked the same question every time they fought together. It was getting tiring. But with the way the villain was now pouting while looking at him expectantly, made it harder to say no. He was too cute.
"I-" The hero started. However, he couldn't say anything else before the villain interrupted him.
"Don't object this time. Listen, I have a plan. A. Foolproof. Plan." The villain emphasized, confidence. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and then strolled to where the hero was standing.
"And, what plan would that be? The last time we were planning, you got too distracted and we ended up doing something entirely different. But, go ahead. Tell me." The hero muttered as the villain came face to face with him.
"How about we fake our death?" The villain whispered, his hand moving to trace along the jaw of the hero's. The hero raised his eyebrows.
"You said you had a foolproof plan. This is your plan?" The villain's fingers went down and down until they were resting on the hero's shoulders.
The villain nodded. "Yeah. We get to fool people about our deaths, so fool-proof, get it?" He chuckled at his own joke. The hero just kept his straight face. This wasn't something to joke about, honestly, what was the villain thinking? He'd never know. "And anyway, it would be pretty believable. Think about it, we could plan a fight and act like we both died during it. And then poof! we disappear. We could go to another country and get different identities. Sounds very good to me."
The hero gaped at him. Was the villain serious?! This was below believable. If anything, the hero's agency would seek him out from the depths of hell. And if they did hide their identities, it was only a matter of time before someone recognized them. It would be too dangerous and too disastrous. He was not ready to take that risk. So, he shook his head, letting himself get away from the warmth of the villain's hand, and shuffling to the window on the left.
"It's not as easy as it sounds. We can't do that. There is too much of a possibility of our lives being endangered. I can't let us get hurt. See, no one knows about this, about our secret relationship. So, how about we keep it that way for now? I'm going to retire in a few years either way." The hero said, turning around and searching for the villain's eyes who was still frowning. He went to him and put their foreheads together. "I want you to be safe, my love. I can't afford to lose you. Ever. Do you understand me?"
The villain grimaced, followed by a groan. He buried his face in the hero's neck. "But I-I can't do this anymore. It's so intolerable when the whole world is wanting to marry you and I can't tell them that you're mine. That we belong to each other and no one else. That, I love you." He confessed, kissing the hero who kissed him right back.
"I know, I know. But you don't have to worry, because I love you too. And, I would never leave you for anyone else. I would never even think about it." The hero mumbled in between the kisses. The villain brought him closer by his waist, and kissed him again, deeply.
Perhaps, someday the hero and the villain will be able to tell the world just how much they love each other. How they belong together with each other, like pieces of a puzzle.
“Tell me you love me, please”, the hero’s breath hitched as he clutched on the villain. His eyes swelling with salty tears. He longed to hear it, on the verge of death. The confession of love.
“I wish I knew how to lie to you. But, I don’t.” The villain voiced back, and shook his head. The hero cried and cried until silent enveloped them. Until there was nothing left of the hero, but his shattered heart in the growing darkness.
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