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Robin & Humph aka Ghosts bros
umm... dragon Cap & knight Humph?
inspired by super cool ☠︎︎ pirate Humphrey drawing by @troubledcomet
one bonus version:
Ale Hinders His Thinking - Peregrin ‘Pippin’ Took *
Requested by: @kahlstop
Could I possibly request a pippin x reader lemon?? It could be maybe like a jealous lemon?? I’m not sure, you decide :) take as long as you need! I always come on to your page and see so many imagines that get better and better :) keep it up
I mean, I have no clue what I was doing with this honestly but, I tried to make it work and here we are lmao
Also, I would’ve definitely gotten this out so much sooner for you but I’ve been so exhausted or busy, I’m so sorry. But anywho, thank you so much for that last little bit of your message, it means a lot, even if I personally feel I’m not that great at writing and that what I have been writing recently has been at a lower quality than I wish it would be.
Warnings: SMUT. A little angst. Jealous!Pippin. Fluff. Mentions of alcohol. I mean, there ain’t much to it.
Words: 4,715
Pairings: Peregrin ‘Pippin’ Took x reader (female reader) (Hobbit reader). Merry, Frodo and Sam (Platonic)
(A/N: I wrote how I feel he would have reacted if jealous. Like, I feel Pippin would be moody/grumpy just from how he had acted within the movies.)
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Oh george harrison.........paul kinda fumbled-YEAH YEAH im back on my mcharrison bullshit so what what are yall gonna do huh exactly nothing shut up (id let him fuck me with a chainsaw ngl)
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Ok,ok so- I love my boy Pippin sm like he’s literally bby kitten. So I had a request for Pippin x gn!human!reader where R is also part of the fellowship and one night when R is supposed to be on guard watch they see Pippin is having trouble sleeping, so R suggests a way that will tier him out AND make him feel good. He doesn’t know what R is talking about until they hover over him and starts palming him through his pants leading to a hj while R starts kissing/sucking/biting him all over. They have to stay quiet because the rest of the fellowship is asleep but R just wants to see Pippin become a complete out of it mess because he’s so cute with the little voice cracks and noises he makes. (Projecting because I want devour this innocent little man😔)
"Shh you'll wake the others up." the Lady whispered, and Pip just whined in return. Her hand rubbing his cock through his pants. He gripped her arm and did his best to stay quiet.
She smirked down at the hobbit, reveling in how easily he came undone for her. Her fingers worked at the buttons of his pants, and she pulled them down to his thighs. His cock was hard and leaking, just from being rubbed up on. How cute.
Pip stared up at her, eyes wide and excited. The Lady smiled at how adorable and eager he was. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock and she began to pump. Pip let out a strangled whine, he tried so hard to be quiet. The Lady shushed him again as she leaned forward. He was expecting a kiss and lifted his head expectantly, using her other hand to tilt his jaw up she began an assault on his neck. Pip jumped in surprise by her quick action and moaned as she sucked a bruise into his sensitive skin.
She squeezed his cock as a warning to keep quiet. Her hand was coated in precum, his little cock throbbed in her hand. The Lady trailed her kisses up Pip's neck, along his jaw, and finally to his lips. Perhaps that will keep him quiet, she hoped so at least.
Her pace picked up, the wet sound of his cock being jerked made her feral. Whimpers filled Pippin's throat, but were met with a bite on his lip. The Lady forced her tongue into his mouth, and he let her lap at him. Pip's hips rolled in time with jerks, she could tell he was getting close.
The poor hobbit was a mess, his curls stuck to his forehead, his clothes were a mess, and he had several bruises on his neck. Fuck he looked delectable. His face twisted in pleasure as the knot in his stomach finally snapped. Hot ropes of cum spurted from his cock, coating the Lady's hand. His voice cracked as he tried to keep his whimpers in.
When he finally came down from his high, his Lady was looking at him adoringly. She then lifted her soaked hand to his lips. She didn't have to say a word, Pip knew what she was trying to tell him.
Lick.
HEYYYY CAN U DO PIPPIN HEADCANONS AGAIN? just some random facts if you have some 🎀
kiss on ur hairy feet :3
HI HI YES I HOPE YOU LIKE THESE! Always love writing him for u pookie, sorry these took a bit!
Dating pippin took would include…
•if you’re at a tavern together there’s a 95% he’ll pull up on a table to dance with him
•pips very musically inclined, so I feel like he’d play multiple instruments, this being said he’d serenade you allllll the time
•^guitar, lute, or just him singing
•^writes you little verses and sings them
•very sloppy drunk, as well as clingy
•^if you have to leave him for some reason he’ll whine and pull you back
•physical touch is his love language
•^hand holding all the time, he does the thing thing where he rubs his thumb on your hand
•tugs on your shirt when he wants your attention
•^often times when he does this, after you turn around he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and pull you in
•he loves cheek kisses, give him one and he’ll turn as red as a tomato
•loves playing with your hair
•^if you have more curly side he likes to wrap it around his finger and let it go, he thinks it’s neat how it just automatically goes back to its curl
•steals your clothes
•^jackets, sweaters, scarfs etc etc
•^claims your stuff is just ‘more comfy’
•generally just not the best cook, but has tried to learn for you
•LOVES showing you off
Did we all collectively see Elijah Wood in The Lord of the Rings movies at some ripe young age and decide that he is the most gorgeous man to exist?
Are the hobbits good at sex? AKA hobbit whore hours
Features both x Reader and x canon headcanons. Special thanks to bestie @supremeleaderoofpoof for discussing all of this with me and listening to me talk about hobbits literally nonstop lol
Incorrect Quotes #95
Pippin : So, what’s Y/n's type?
Merry : Green eyes, kind, brave, oblivious, good sense of humor
Pippin : Sounds kind of like me. Too bad we’re just friends
Merry : Did I mention oblivious?
Pippin : Yeah, why?
Merry : Okay, just making sure
Advent Drabble - Pippin
Prompt: They accidentally confess their love to you.
There was a rare moment of calmness between the two of you as you sat down on a bench together. You let out a sigh of relief as you could finally let your feet rest for a moment. Pippin chuckled when he heard, before reaching to grab his pipe from wherever he kept that thing hidden. Just when he was about to light the weed for his first draw, he realised he was out of supply. He groaned, and now it was your turn to look amused. "You're just like my old man." He gave you a weird look when you spoke. "He also smokes too much," You chuckled. "Luckily for you, it means I always carry some around. Here," You told him, handing him a pouch with his favourite long-bottom leaf. "Oh, I love you," The words left Pippin's mouth before he could think. He froze, and so did you. "Could you repeat that, what you just said to me?" You looked at him with so much anticipation, needing to hear the words again, needing to know you weren't going mad and starting to hear things. He hesitated before looking at you with confidence, smiling softly. "I love you."
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Hero and Villain had no need for loyalty in their arrangement. They were bound by a common purpose and joined forces with the understanding that their relationship was a brutal mutualism—they would take from the other until they had nothing left to give.
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Hero and Villain have no official contract, but they’ve collaborated over the years. Their longest conversations have been through comm lines, with Villain leading Hero through twisted hallways and traps, his voice warped and scratched by the radio feed.
It’s odd to hear Villain’s natural voice now, fuller, resonant, yet still instructional.
“Don’t sit up.”
Hero groans. His eyelids tack together as he tries to open them.
“Why’d you…how’d you?” The words roll like marbles in his mouth. His jaw spasms after each syllable.
“I was in the area.”
It’s a lie and they both know it. Villain should’ve been working on a temperamental, time intensive project in a far off city. He had sent Hero a short text informing him he’d be unavailable the next half year.
Light slashes into his vision as Hero’s eyes finally open; his surroundings come rendered in a whitewashed blur. After a few seconds, the brightness fades into a stained ceiling barred with fluorescent lights.
“What d’ya need?” Hero asks.
“Do you really think you can do anything for me right now?”
“Later,” Hero slurs, “I’ll do it.”
Villain’s chair squeaks as he rises from it. Hero turns toward the sound. Villain shuffles forward, his steps plunking in a lopsided rhythm, and his hand lands heavily on the side of Hero’s sickbed, an anchor. He leans over Hero and rests his hand on his collarbone. As he follows the bandage toward Hero’s shoulder, his gaze crawls over Hero’s face, and Hero wonders if he looks as bad as he feels.
“Would you like me to keep count of everything you owe me?” He asks.
Though Villain’s touch is light, Hero’s shoulder aches, throbbing in time with his breath. He tries to gauge Villain’s expression, but the bright light behind his head burns the edges of his silhouette and washes away the finer details of his face. His eyes remain the only dark and readable point about him, and they narrow slightly as Hero meets his gaze.
“I took a plane here.” Villain continues in lieu of Hero’s answer. “You’ll pay for that. You’ll pay for the bandages, the medication, everything I used to keep you alive.”
Hero swallows. His throat is dry to the point of cracking, splintering apart like baked sand. Wordlessly, Villain grabs the back of Hero’s head to tilt it up. A cup materializes in his other hand and he tips it to Hero’s lips.
Hero wants to spit the water out as soon as it trickles in.
He’d never wanted Villain to see him like this. He knows how Villain works. He lets weakness ripen. He waits until it’s rotten and bruised. When the flesh is soft enough, he strikes and everything gives way, dripping into his hand.
That same hand cradles him now, softly bringing his head back down to his pillow.
“You owe me for my time as well.” Villain hovers his hand over Hero’s head before dropping it back to the sheets. “Few people are skilled enough to drag you out from Supervillain’s hold. Fewer still would be able to keep you breathing afterwards. How much is that worth to you?”
“Just put down a number,” Hero says, “I’ll pay it.”
“I have no need for your money.”
At Villain’s flat tone, Hero holds his breath.
“Then what do you want from me?” He asks.
He doesn’t understand. All those months ago, they’d ended their partnership because Villain no longer needed Hero. His connections and wealth had expanded beyond the need for Hero’s powers. Their separation had been clean and painless, a well placed cut; Hero had been stunned by how efficiently Villain had packed up his things before spiriting away.
“I risked my life to free you.” Villain proclaims. “I abandoned my work and my associates the moment I heard of what they did to you. Don’t you understand what that means?”
Hero’s heartbeat crawls into his throat.
“I don’t—I don’t get it.” He swallows. “I can be useful, if that’s what you need. I’ll make it all up to you.”
Hero squeezes his eyes shut as Villain grabs the side of his face. He wonders if this is the point where Villain will dig in, curling his fingers into the soft, bruised space behind his jaw. He wonders if Villain will find what he needs there, in the tender give of skin.
“I should’ve taken you with me.” Villain whispers, thumb heavy upon Hero’s cheekbone.
Shuddering, Hero cracks an eye open.
“I thought I could free myself from you, that the distance would be enough.” Villain sighs. “But it appears that the old adage is true. I had no need to worry when you were near. I had you right where I wanted you, where I could see, where I could make sure no one got too close.”
Hero’s ears ring as Villain’s calloused palm scrapes over his cheek.
“I don’t want to think about you anymore.” Villain intones. “I don’t want to concern myself with your whereabouts, to wonder about your wellbeing when I cannot reach you. I will not have you haunt me from miles away.”
“What are you even trying to say here?” Hero mutters.
Villain sighs and shifts his hand, brushing his thumb down the side of Villain’s face.
“If I asked you to give yourself to me, would you allow it?”
“I—what?”
“I saved your life.” Villain smiles softly. “It is only fair that you let me keep some part of it.”
“Is that like figurative?” Hero licks his lips, caught between fear and something else entirely.
A burn rises up his neck, ignited by the turn of Villain’s lip.
“I suppose you’ll have to find out.”
First of all, just wanted to thank you. Not only your writing has helped me on expending my own writing (you do "beautiful yet haunting" characters so freaking good, it's inspiring), but the times you have talked about your ace/aro experiences has helped me in finding my place on the aroace spectrum.
Secondly, could I request Superhero x Henchman? On the basis of Superhero went on searching for this rumored super scary new villain, only to find (super?)villain's henchman. That just happens to be terrifyngly powerful, but just wants to do their god damn job please.
"A supervillain?" The henchman looked at the hero, apparently surprised enough by the question to be momentarily distracted from their work. "Why the hell would I want to be a supervillain?"
"I mean, you practically are, except your boss takes all the credit..."
"Which means if I mess up, it's not on me," the henchman said.
"You don't mess up."
"Everyone messes up sometimes."
"You don't," the hero said, folding their arms. "Not that I've ever seen. You're like terrifyingly competent."
The henchman raised an eyebrow.
"You're frightened of competence?"
The hero had never seen anyone manage to look so utterly casually withering. Their face burned.
"No! No, I just mean - you're good. You're great at your job. Brilliant. The best."
The henchman eyed them for another long moment at that, expression unreadable. "Being great at my job," they finally said, with more disgust than the hero had ever heard, "doesn't mean I want to be management."
"...right."
The henchman went back to their work, clacking away at their laptop screen.
The hero stood there, like an incompetent idiot, watching them. It was a rare thing to feel incompetent, being who they were. They cleared their throat.
"I'm not frightened of competence," the hero said, into the silence, just to be clear. "Competence is good. We need more competent people. I just - them? Really? You can do better than them."
"You've never even met them."
"Well, only because you've never let me. Am I wrong?"
"They were competent enough to hire me."
"I - yeah. Yeah, that's true. Excellent hiring practices. I assume you have a good pension plan?"
"I assume you don't."
Silence fell a second time. The hero bit their lip.
"I just don't get," the hero burst out, "how someone like you can be happy playing second fiddle. I mean, all morality aside, you should be first fiddle. You should be - you're incredible! You know that, right? Your powers...you're just...you...you."
The henchman snorted. "Flattery gets you everywhere except near my boss."
"Like to dinner?"
The henchman paused.
The hero froze.
The henchman looked up at them again.
The hero swallowed, then tried for a smile. "Even you have to eat, right? So I could take you to dinner maybe? With me?"
"So you can try and seduce me for information about my boss?"
"Just so I can try and probably fail to seduce you in general, I think."
The henchman stared.
The hero rubbed a hand through their hair, heartbeat quickening. "You know what? Forget I asked. You're busy. You're working. I'm being so unprofessional. And not currently exploding the world so-"
"-Eight?"
"What?"
The henchman clacked away at their desk again.
"-Dinner. At eight. Does that work for you?"
"Oh," the hero said. Then they lit up. "Oh. Yes! Where-"
"-I've booked us in at the Hare and Hound."
"Oh," the hero said. "Wow. That was quick."
"It's this thing called competence," the henchman said. "Thankfully for you, most people lack it, because it seems to make you quite adorably flustered every single time you see it."
The hero spluttered, then thought better about speaking.
The henchman flashed them a smile, eyes gleaming.
"Adorable, huh?" the hero managed.
"And reasonably competent when you're not asking the enemy to dinner. But I suppose I've never seen you save the world with your glittering social skills."
"Rude."
"Take it as a compliment that I'm not using my customer service voice on you."
That...did actually make the hero feel suddenly quite honoured. They beamed, a warm buzz glowing inside them.
"Eight," the henchman said, a little gentler. "I believe you have a fire to put out before then."
"A fire-" The hero's comms began beeping, wildly, with a newfound emergency. "That you?"
"Don't worry," the henchman said. "It's not so bad you won't make dinner. Bye bye."
Gods, maybe they did have a thing about competence.
They were screwed.
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love your hero villain dynamics , can you write something where the hero is scared of the dark and the villain takes advantage of it while mocking them
"Scared?"
"No." The hero's voice cracked. The sound was far too loud, too obvious, in the devouring dark. They pivoted on the spot, squinting, as if that would do them or their hammering heart any good at all.
There was nothing. It did nothing. Of course there wasn't.
They jumped at the touch of a - hand? tendril among the living night? Feather-light, grazing along their throat. Gone when they whirled.
The hero bit back a whimper.
"Your pulse is racing," the villain murmured.
In the fog of the hero's panic, their voice seemed to come from everywhere, and nowhere. As elusive to snatch as the shadows themselves.
"Only because you're annoying!"
The villain laughed. Soft, mocking.
The villain's powers gave them absolute control of the dark, turned it into something physical and concrete, the ever-twisting manifestation of a childhood nightmare. In the light, the villain was a prettier thing.
Light. The hero fumbled for their own powers, but their fingers shook too hard. The dim candlelight they managed to summon to their fingertips felt like it barely penetrated the crowding gloom.
The panic rose in the hero's throat, bubbled over.
In an instant, the darkness pounced. It cradled them softly, wrapped them up in an unbreakable hold, sliding around their wrists, their ankles, like silk upon their eyes. It poured into their mouth until they gagged on it. Tasting of promise, and threat, and nothing at all.
"You look good scared," the villain said. That time, the hero felt a definite touch, the press of them against the hero's back. Lips against their ear. "Especially when you're scared for me."
"It's not for you."
"Isn't it?" the villain asked. Their hand trailed down along the line of the hero's throat once more, along their side. The hero's breath hitched. "Is it not mine?"
The hero closed their eyes, for a moment, because was it a fraction more bearable than staring out into nothingness.
"You don't know what I look like. It's dark."
"You think I can't see in the dark? You think I can't see you?"
"I think this is a cheap trick," the hero snapped. "And you wouldn't dare face me in the sunlight."
"Of course not," the villain said. "I'm not stupid enough to challenge you on home territory. How's it going for you?"
The hero had been determined when they headed out into the night; to face their fears, prove them worthless, to defeat the villain once and for all.
It had, clearly, been a wild miscalculation.
The hero swallowed. They searched for something clever to say and came up empty.
The villain laughed that soft laugh again and placed a kiss just above the hero's damning pulse.
"Don't worry," the villain said. "I'll be merciful."
"I didn't know that was a word in your vocabulary."
"I'll let you go if you answer just one question for me."
The hero turned their head, desperate to see the villain's face, though they couldn't. Their lips brushed the villain's at the motion, though. They both stilled. The villain's breath was warm, human. Maybe that revealed something even their expression couldn't betray. Neither of them recoiled. The villain's free hand rose, grazing along the hero's jaw, their hair.
"What's the question?" the hero asked.
"Is it worse to be in my hands, in the darkness, or to be alone in it?"
The hero faltered. They imagined themselves stumbling through the villain's night, lost and blind, trying to conjure enough light to find some way out of the maze of it all. They shivered. Pressed themselves a little closer to the villain, to their more personal darkness, before they could stop themselves.
The villain hummed. The silence stretched, its own kind of answer.
"I am the worst thing you will ever find in the dark," the villain said. "Let the other monsters scuttle back to the light, where they foolishly think it's safe, and you are waiting for them."
"I - I'm not -"
"Aren't you?"
But the hero was. They'd taken pride in it. The things that scuttled from the dark feared them far more than ever feared the dark itself.
"There is a solace in shadow," the villain said. "Away from prying eyes, and pretence. Is that was frightens you so, then? Knowing exactly what you are in the dark when nobody is watching?"
"You're watching."
"And you're not letting go."
No. The hero wasn't. They were barely even struggling, hadn't thought to try for another light in a while.
"You're scared," the villain said. "But don't worry." They captured the hero's mouth, sweet and aching and hunger-filled. "I don't kiss and tell."
In the breathless aftermath, the hero finally summoned a light. Gentle. Exposing them both. The darkness around them melted away, leaving them uncaged, uncradled. Strangely bereft.
The hero caught a glimpse of the villain's face - not so mocking, raw - and then they stepped back into the darkness and were gone.
The hero was alone, in the light beneath a streetlamp, where they were safe.
And if part of them missed the villain, wondered about that kiss -
Well. They touched a finger to their lip, still tingling, a terrifying and tantalising thing. They were safe.
But they couldn't help but feel differently about the dark after that.
Hi : )) I'm sure you have, like, thousands of asks in your inbox, but here's some dialogue prompts, feel free to choose as many or as few as you like! hero x villain mlm if you don't mind!
"strip. do it now or I do it for you."
"stop struggling -- I'm not going to hurt you, okay?"
"lie down on the bed, please".
"don't make me do this. please."
"are you crying? there's no need for that, pretty boy. It's just me."
"Are you crying? There's no need for that, pretty boy. It's just me."
The hero swallowed hard at the words, trying to will the tears down. It didn't especially work. The sight of the villain - golden, devastating, somewhere between a relief and a horror - only made him want to cry harder.
His hands flexed in the power inhibiting cuffs. "I thought you were the guards."
The villain's head tilted. "Did they hurt you? Is that why you're crying?"
"Thousands of people are dead," the hero said, in a broken sort of disbelief. "Thousands of people are dead because of me. They'll kill me for this."
"Nah," the villain said. He leaned against the cell door, folding his arms. "I won't let them do that."
"I'd deserve it."
"Losing control happens to the best of us."
"It doesn't happen to you."
"Well," the villain said, with the sunny smile. "I'm not the best of us, am I?"
Another wretched sob lodged in the hero's throat.
The villain sighed and nudged off the wall, crossing the small space. The hero twitched in his restraints, but without his powers there was little he could do about the villain's presence.
"Hey now," the villain said. He thumbed the tears away like they were something precious. "You're okay. So you accidentally killed a bunch of people - it's not the worst thing ever. There are a lot of people in the world! With over-population and all that jazz you probably did a net good. You have to think positively about these things."
"I murdered over a thousand people," the hero said, as if repeating it louder and slower might make the awfulness of it get through.
The villain shrugged.
"Yeah," they said. "By accident. It's more like involuntary manslaughter, you know. I'd do it on purpose, so you've got that going for you."
The hero wrenched his head away, jaw clenching. He closed his eyes. More tears rolled down his cheek.
The villain sighed again. "Ah, pretty boy," he said. "You break my heart, you really do."
"Why are you here?" the hero demanded. "Did you come to gloat or something?"
"We both know I came to make sure you were okay, but I can gloat if it would help you feel morally superior for a moment."
"I'm fine."
"Yeah, you look like you're having a whale of a time, darling." The villain scrubbed his fingers up through the hero's hair next, just a little too much on the side of caring and tender. "Those inhibitors have gotta hurt like a bitch."
"It's fine."
"Your suffering won't bring them back."
There was nowhere for the hero to recoil to. Telling the villain he didn't deserve such attempts at comfort would do nothing to stop it either.
The villain tugged at his hair, hard enough to yank the hero's gaze back to him.
"Come on now," he said. "Stop crying. You'll awaken something in me. And I don't want to drag you through the mob all teary-eyed, it never looks good on camera."
"What?"
"You don't think I'm just leaving you here, do you?"
"I need to face the consequences of my actions."
"You're a god amongst men, pretty boy. We don't need to do shit."
"I want to face the consequences of my actions."
"The consequence is that you have to deal with me," the villain said, "after being all heroic and dumb enough to let them put a power inhibitor on you. And I don't care what your guilt wants you to do. So. Up you get. There we go, good boy."
The hero wobbled to his feet, if only because he knew the villain well enough that it was a case of standing himself or being forcibly moved. He glared.
The villain flashed him another sunny smile, slightly soft at the corners. His eyes were soft and dark too. Something to drown in blissfully.
"What if I lose control again?" the hero asked.
"Eh."
"This is serious. People are - they all - fuck."
"-Stop thinking about it," the villain said. "I'll figure it out. Just breathe. You're crying again, for god's sake."
The hero sniffed.
The villain drew him in, hugged him hard, and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "It's just me," he said, in the hero's ear. "You know there's nothing you can do to hurt me. I've got you. You're fine."
It shouldn't have been reassuring, it wasn't remotely fine, yet it was. His monster always made everything he did seem manageable.
The villain pulled back, brushing the tears away again.
"Chin up, pretty boy," he said. "That's it. Now come with me."
The hero didn't know what else to do, so he followed.
exes to lovers hero x villain please?🥺 with jealous villain if you like
"You ended things," the hero said, "with me."
The villain's jaw clenched.
"So you don't get," the hero advanced closer, jabbing the villain in the chest, "to look at me like that now. You don't get to call me yours. You don't get to be jealous."
"I bet they don't make you feel the way I do."
"Infuriated?"
"I bet they don't kiss you like I do."
"Disgusted?"
"You're not disgusted by me." The villain's voice was soft, their eyes dark and simmering.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah," the villain said, leaning in so enough that their lips brushed. "Because if you found me that repulsive, you wouldn't be pressing me up against a wall. You wouldn't be this close."
The hero stopped. They looked down; at the mere inches between them, at the way their fingers wound in the front of the villain's shirt with a vicelike grip, at the way the villain had retreated to the wall and the hero had stalked them there without even noticing. Without even thinking. They tore their hand away like the villain was a red-hot stove.
The villain stepped forward with them, but only to grab the hero by the hip and reverse their positions with an elegant twist born of lifetime of combat training.
They stared at each other for a beat. The hero's breath had caught somewhere, treacherously, in their throat.
They wished all they felt was disgust.
They wished the villain's hands didn't still feel perfectly at home against their skin.
"You don't get-" the hero began again, voice shaky.
"-Do you know why I broke up with you?"
"I assume you had your fun. Got what you needed."
"Because I loved you. Because I love you."
"Don't."
"I loved you, and I couldn't stand it," the villain said. They tightened their grip on the hero. "It terrified me."
"So you broke my heart!"
It sat in the air between them, roiling. The villain's face softened - something beyond the jealousy.
The hero looked away, squeezing their eyes shut. They fought for composure.
"You don't love me," the hero said, like a plea, not sure what they were pleading for. "You just don't want anyone else to have me."
"I don't want anyone else to have you." The villain's lips dipped down, giving the hero a merciful reprieve from their piercing gaze, trailing along the hero's racing pulse. "And I love you."
The hero's head tipped back against the wall, offering up their neck. "I hate you."
"I deserve that."
"You ended things."
"I tried," the villain said. They nipped, gently, at the hero's neck. "But you're infuriating. You were already under my skin."
"I haven't forgiven you. This doesn't mean I forgive you."
"You can hate me forever," the villain said. They caught the hero's jaw with finger and thumb, nudged their head to meet the hero's eyes. "Just be mine again."
The hero opened their mouth. They closed it.
The villain looked like they were pleading.
"Just say you're still mine," the villain said.
The hero tangled their fingers into the villain's hair and kissed them. Searing. Claiming. And no, no - no one else had ever kissed them like the villain did. It never felt like this with anyone else.
So the hero kissed them, and kissed them, and kissed them.
And they said nothing at all.