Hero x Villain Prompt thing
Blood trickled out of [Hero]âs wound; they limped down the snowy street. The cold nipped at their nose as they glanced over their shoulder every few seconds to make sure they werenât being followed. Paranoia was eating through them as they stumbled up the steps to this hauntingly lonely house.
[Hero] shakily raised their hand knocked 3 times on the spruce wood door. âWhy did I come here? What if their not in?â anxious thoughts ran through their head, so fast that they hadnât noticed that [Villain] had opened the door.
Cold eyes filled with shock at the trembling, bloody and bruised figure before them. âWho hurt them?â was the first thing that [Villain] thought, âDid they get into-â their thoughts were cut off by the small figure before them.
âSorry... didnât know... where else to go...â [Hero] mumbled before promptly collapsing into [Villain]âs chest. [Villain] picked them up bridal style, [Hero] was lighter than they were expecting, and carried them inside [Villain]âs home.
[Hero]âs head was pounding; when they opened their eyes to the dimly lit room, they realised they werenât at home.
Fingers carefully threaded themselves through their hair. It felt nice. Wait a minute. [Hero] slowly looked up to see [Villain]âs hand in their hair. [Villain] has a soft look in their eyes; one [Hero] has never seen before.
âHey sleepyhead,â [Villain] whispered, they looked tired; bags under their eyes; their hair sticking up in awkward angles. Oh but they looked gorgeous.
Wait. Did they follow me here? [Hero] thought. Their hands started to get clammy. Sweat slowly started to run down their face. [Hero] sat up quickly; a bit too quickly if you asked them. [Hero] was hyperventilating.
[Hero] was suddenly pulled into [Villain]âs lap. They continued to thread their fingers through [Hero]âs hair. Tears spilled down their cheeks.
âHey, can you name me 5 things you can see?â
âUm... a-a-a t-t-table, your c-cat, the s-s-s-sofa, a-a-a w-w-weird paint-ting of the s-s-sea a-and y-y-you.â [Hero] replied.
âGoodïżŒ, 4 things you can smell,â [Villain] was trying their hardest to keep [Hero]âs breathing steady before they could lose consciousness.
"Apple crumble, wood, books a-n-n-nd your cologne." [Hero]âs cheeks burned a vibrant red as they continued to panic about their attackers.
"Name 3 things you can hear."
"Rain, t-the crackling f-fire and your breathing."
"2 things you can touch..."
Soft lips touched [Hero]âs in such a delicate way that it almost didn't feel real. Butterflies erupted in [Hero]âs stomach as fireworks went off in their heart. [Villain] slowly pulled away. Their eyelids fluttering open.
After realising the position they were in [Hero] jumped off of [Villain]âs lap. Nearly knocking over the coffee table; before [Villain] caught them from tumbling to the floor. âHave their eyes always been this pretty?â [Villain] queries as they studied their nemisisâ face. They carefully pulled the other up so they were chest to chest.
"[Hero] can you now please explain to me why, at 2 in the morning, you came knocking on my door crying, looking over your shoulder every minute, to check if someone had followed you here?" [ Villain] asked; in the most gentle way as though there were trying not to scare [Hero].
[Hero] was expecting them to ask but they didn't expect themselves to answer truthfully, "It was my sister's 18th Birthday. So me and her friends set up a birthday party for her at our local pub. It was all going great until these 4 buff men sat down next to me at the bar while the girls were dancing.
"I wasn't worried but maybe that was because of the 3 mojitos I had already drank. Who knows. They slipped something in my drink and proceeded to flirt and dance with me when I felt like it.
"At some point in the evening I wanted to get some fresh air so I headed outside. I didn't expect them to follow me. They cornered me down an alleyway. The drugs they had put in my drink were starting to take effect as their voices sounded distant almost. Apparently I had to pay for what my father had done to them years ago. They wouldnât tell me what he had done. I feel like if I ask him heâll brush it off; like all the other stuff he hasnât admitted to.
"They beat me black and blue-" tears spilled down [Heroâs] cheeks again. Their eyes were becoming tired and bloodshot, "-I don't even know how I managed to get away but I knew I couldn't go home and the only other place I knew nearby was here. They had started to follow me. And that's when I had passed out into you."
[Hero] could see the cogs turning in [Villain]âs head. But instead of speaking they pulled [Hero] into a hug. Their head resting on [Villain]âs chest.
They stayed like that for what felt like hours before [Villain] finally spoke. Their voice was grave and angered. Something [Hero] had heard before; when thinking of âevilâ schemes âI swear on my life [Hero] that I will protect you. No matter the cost."
For once in their life [Hero] felt like they didnât need to protect people; that they instead felt protected. From an unlikely person. A person that was cold and shallow, was their hero in disguise.
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