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Can I have an exquisite, sophisticated, brilliant villain who always has the last word but is head over heels in love with a cheery, loving hero who always makes everyone's day brighter, if that's okay with you?
“Sunshine,” the villain said, their voice as calm as ever. “I need you to calm down.”
The hero — almost hyperventilating as of right now — didn’t really have time to listen to their enemy. They were just staring at the rising water. And at the wound in the villain’s arm.
“This is fine,” they mumbled. “It’s cool. It’s alright. It’s gonna be fine. It’s fine.”
“It is, sunshine.” The villain let their thumb run along their jaw. The hero knew what it meant: their brain was working on a solution.
But as usual, they didn’t say anything.
“The water is rising slowly,” the hero concluded, trying to come up with their own solution, even though they were in no shape to think rationally. “That gives us time. It’s good. It’s fine. I can take care of your wounds.”
“No,” the villain said. They looked at the hero, their jaw clenching.
The hero had tried to bail them out of jail and now the security system was mean enough to let them drown. This didn’t seem fair.
Something had given impetus to turn on the sprinkler system, probably to damage pyrokinetic villains (which the villain was not and neither was the hero). In a small locked room like this, the hero’s most horrific nightmares came alive with the water licking at their ankles.
“Pardon?” the hero asked.
The villain’s hand grabbed the hero’s wrist.
“Climb. I’ll help, sunshine.”
“Your arm is hurt,” the hero pointed out. “I should take a loo-”
“Do you want to die?” the villain asked, their voice still calm but now with the slightest indication of being edged.
“Climb. There have to be air ducts hidden over the ceiling plates. This room is part of the kitchen complex. There have to be vents above. Building them around would cost more money and the whole facility was already expensive enough. The government saved money where it could. So if you can reach them and break the plates, we can escape.”
The hero stared at them. And the water rose to their calves.
“Sunshine. I’m not watching you die because my arm hurt a little,” the villain answered. They were still so calm, acting so cold. As if they’d been in this situation a hundred times.
“Hurt a little?! You’ve been shot.”
“Grazed by a stray bullet. As so many times before. I can handle it.”
“…fine,” the hero said eventually. They hesitated as they grabbed the villain’s shoulder. They could feel the heat of the villain’s skin through their shirt.
“I’ll grab your hips, okay?” the villain asked.
And then the hero saw it.
They were blushing. The villain was blushing.
“Yeah…” the hero answered, not trying to stare too much. They didn’t want to make the villain feel uncomfortable.
“Put your foot on my thigh. I can push you up, alright?” As foretold, the villain’s hands grabbed the hero. They couldn’t tear their gaze from the blush and they almost froze. Until they realised that the villain had to be in a lot of pain.
“Yup,” they answered. Simultaneously, the hero obliged and put their foot where the villain wanted it be.
The villain’s fingers pressing into their flesh wasn’t as uncomfortable as they’d imagined. The villain was gentle, they were careful.
“Okay. Put your thighs on my shoulders,” the villain said and this time, their voice wasn’t as steady as before.
The hero did so, their hands accidentally brushing the villain’s hair.
“Oh, sorry—” The villain grabbed them immediately, their fingers rubbing the hero’s shins — probably subconsciously.
Sitting on the villain’s shoulders was quite comfortable.
“Don’t apologise, sunshine. It’s good. Can you reach the ceiling?”
“Yeah, I think I can even push up the plate.”
The hero could hear a relieved laugh. And then, “Perfect. You’re so perfect.”
The hero felt their cheeks burn.
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