The hero and the villain often get into very bloody and violent fights. One evening, the hero is stunned to find a dinner invitation sent by the villain posted through their door.
— Concept/ Prompt written by @morallygreyprompts.
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The hero and the villain were sitting across each other on the dinner table.
The silence stretched awful between them; the hero was looking literally at every single angle of the room except of the villain, and the latter was playing with a spoon, twirling circles in the cup of water and creating small tornadoes in it out of boredom.
The thing was; the hero and the villain hated each other to the bones. It was obvious from all of the bloodbath and the brutal fights they usually had. A punch to the face, a kick to the stomach causing them to vomit blood, the way one of them grasps the other’s throat tightly with their nails digging in, the manner they hurl and throw each other across places, and more. They both always returned home all bloody and battered and with so much injuries all over their bodies, which were usually left like that for months until they healed.
The hero had surely never expected the villain to actually invite them over for dinner. They didn’t know. They didn’t believe this. Was this a trick? A trap to spy and gain information? A manipulation tactic to try and persuade the hero to join their side?
Or worse; a threat, or perhaps to humiliate or frame them for something nefarious?
The hero didn’t understand any of this. So many questions in their head at the moment, and they had to speak and cut the eerie silence between them for answers for their screaming and begging curiosity.
“So, why did you invite me over for dinner?” they asked, voice stern. The villain abruptly stopped playing with their spoon and immediately shifted their gaze to look at the hero, who themself was looking back at them. They straightened, “I just wanted to have a proper moment with you.”
Proper moment? What did they mean?
“I am sorry, but I didn’t quite catch your meaning.” the hero pressed, eyes narrowing as they raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
“I mean that I want to refresh our relationship. I wanted to start over again. I wanted a more proper and cordial relationship with you.”
“Cordial?” the hero scoffed, “Feeling guilty for being such a bloody prick in our fights, I guess?” they chuckled.
The villain looked away in what seemed like embarrassment for a short moment and looked back again, “Yes, actually.” they affirmed, voice still stern.
The hero’s expression shifted to perplexity. Really? The villain? Feeling guilty? It was laughable.
“I’ve noticed just recently how terrible the impacts of our fights had on us. The violence is overwhelming. I always get home with either a huge scratch all the way up to my chest, a broken rib, or even a sour throat from being strangled.” the villain paused shortly, “It’s.. you too. I’ve seen how possibly fatal your bruises were. Sometimes you were just so tired, you almost collapsed to the ground. Even in our next meetings, I could see the still bleeding wounds I gave you.”
The hero stared at them, gaze intent.
“We need to stop. It’s terrible for both our healths. Who knows, maybe one day one of us would die. It’s possible, and the chance of it is pretty high. We shouldn’t take such risks; maybe I’m an atrocious person, who committed a huge list of various sins and misdeeds, but I am not the type to slaughter.” the villain paused again and fixed their eyes with the hero’s, forbidding them from looking away. “We need to open our eyes and realise the danger our hatred for each other is putting us under. We need to control it — no — put an end to it. [Hero], we need to restart anew, I know this sounds insane — and believe me, I didn’t like at first, but I had to accept it. You also must accept it.”
The hero fell silent again, wide-eyed. They couldn’t believe what they were hearing. More questions and thoughts invaded their mind. The villain was.. asking for peace? To stop this hate and violence?
This. Was. Unbelievable.
The hero didn’t know since when the villain was capable of rationality or considerate enough to understand the seriousness of situations and fix them. The hero thought the villain was someone murderous and destructive, unfeeling of other people’s pain and suffering. They didn’t know they had limits, or a moral compass.
“So, in conclusion, this dinner is for the purpose of starting a more convenient relationship?” the hero asked, looking softer now.
The villain simply nodded. “And there is no other solution for this problem except of this one.”
“Why don’t we just control our hate around each other?”
“Do you really think that we would be able to do that? I bet you are dying to punch me again for the explanation right now.”
Well, yes, the villain was right.
And yes, the hero did feel like punching them at the moment. But for some reason they couldn’t, the villain was just being so patient and wise and level-headed.
The hero swallowed, “Well if that’s how you want it to be. Then be it.”
The villain smiled, not the sort of evil and sinister smirk. No, it was a pleasant one. They offered their hand to the hero, requesting to fix the desk they were creating.
The hero looked at the villain’s hand and slowly reached for it, accepting the offer.
Things hadn’t been the same since then.
Not a prompt.
