could you write something about a grumpy villain who has a soft spot and is weak for sunshine hero. They watch the hero being shot in front of their eyes so they rush to save them?
your writing is really really pretty
The villain watched as the bullet fired. They watched as the hero stepped into its path. They watched as the hero staggered backwards, but the blood in the villain's ears was roaring too hard to hear the cry of pain.
They ran to the hero's side before they'd even fully registered the instinct or remembered how legs were supposed to move. They were they, catching hold of the hero, as they crumpled.
The gun-man moved to fire again.
The villain's head whipped towards them, eyes an inferno, teeth bared in a wordless snarl.
The gun-man dropped dead.
But it was already far too late. If they'd been a little closer at the time - the villain looked down at the hero gasping in their arms.
"You can't die on me, you idiot," they said. "Not over something this dumb. Not over a bullet."
The hero wheezed a laugh. "Only you would order death to sod off."
"I'll order anything that hurts you to sod off." The villain didn't think before they saying it, and despite the pain they saw the moment the hero registered it. The confession of it.
The hero's laugh softened. They somehow managed, despite their abruptly clammy skin, to look warm. Sunshine in a bloody ridiculous too-colourful suit. They caught the villain's hand and squeezed. What a thing to waste strength on!
"You're going to be okay," the villain said, and it was not a plea (no one could prove it was a plea), it was an order. "It's just a flesh wound."
It had to be just a flesh wound.
"Yup. Feels just-" the hero winced, "just like a flesh wound. Hospital still?"
Right. Hospital. Obviously. That should have been their first thought. Something better than no no no no no no no.
Others started to rush over - the hero's friends and associates - and the villain held the hero closer. They would slaughter anyone who tried to take the hero from them. To take them from their sight.
They snapped at someone, anyone, to call the hospital and put the damn thing on speaker or heads would roll. They put pressure on the hero's wound, unforgiving and life-saving.
Three days later, they were in the hospital room, and the hero was...more or less okay. They were going to be okay.
"Apparently," the hero said, around a spoonful of yoghurt, as the villain groggily woke up in the uncomfortable plastic chair nobody had been able to remove them from. "You've been terrorising the nurses. Not nice."
The villain blinked at them. Blearily. Once. Twice. Then they registered that the hero was sitting up in bed, actually properly awake and eating yoghurt, and they sat up so hard they fell out of the chair.
"Don't make me laugh." The hero's lip twitched. "I have a bullet wound. I'm not allowed to laugh, it hurts."
"That's not - you - you can't -" You can't do that. "You got shot!"
The hero's eyes gleamed, tired, but mischievous.
"It's not like I was there or anything," the hero said. "I had no idea. Shot! Fascinating."
The villain glared at them. Furiously. Their cheeks felt hot, because the stupid hero was doing that stupid smiling thing.
"So," the hero said. "You'd tell anything that hurt me to sod off, huh?"
"Yes. No. You were delirious, that didn't happen. Pain messes with the brain."
"If anyone hurts you, it's going to be me."
"Only right," the hero said, with a solemn nod. "Come here."
The villain hesitated, still sitting on the cold hospital floor, in the same clothes they'd been wearing for the last three days. It wasn't a good look. Still, the hero asked, and the villain was helpless it seemed when the hero asked them anything, and so they shifted closer.
"Thank you." The hero cupped their cheek, thumb grazing along the villain's jaw and the villain's breath hitched. "For caring about me. You helped save my life."
"Any time." It was all the villain could manage; a raspy whisper.
The hero was okay. They were really okay. And the villain...the villain began to smile. It was impossible not to in the sheer, dizzy relief of it. They grinned so hard and so wide and the hero -
The hero took one look at that smile, like the first dawn of a new world, and kissed them.
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