Short Prompt # 11
TW: Blood, restraints, murder mention, injury, captivity
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If Hero had hit rock-bottom before, this was infinitely worse. They vividly remembered the cold metal connecting with their skull, making spots dance in their vision till their world faded to a pitch black abyss of utter silence, the pounding headache they were suffering a testament to that.
Their arms were bound tightly behind their back, the thick rope unwilling to relent to any efforts of escape, only chafing against the crime-fighter's skin, reopening poorly healed cuts. The gag shoved into their mouth rendered their throat dry enough to rival a desert. Their legs felt like they were made of lead, and their muscles were on fire. They'd gotten themselves thrown into hell, it seemed.
The door creaked open, letting a sterile, white light blind the hero as it snuck into the awfully dim room. They cursed through the gag because every time that door opened, their torture was renewed, their wounds slowly reopened again.
Except instead of one of their many tormentors, their sworn enemy, Villain, stood face to face with them.
Unlike the hero's pathetically miserable state, the villain looked immaculate, untouchable. Their dark hair hung in loose curls, and their clothes were pristine and very soft-looking. They looked like they'd just stepped straight out of the salon, and Hero hated it with a burning passion.
"If I take out the gag, you'll behave?"
The look in Hero's eyes had already delivered the desired message more effectively than a thousand filthy swear words would.
The villain had the decency to finally cave in and slice through their restraints and pull the gag out of their mouth.
"Come on, let's get out of here."
When the hero didn't follow suit, they turned back to them, arms folded across their chest, and they raised an eyebrow at them. Always one for theatricality.
"I can't walk," Hero whined pathetically, fixing the villain with wide, adorable, manipulative eyes.
"Your legs aren't broken," they snapped.
"You try walking normally when you've been restrained for weeks!"
Villain scooped them up against their chest effortlessly. "Keep this up, and I'll bloody well murder you," they growled
"You'd miss me too much," the hero purred, tracing the curve of their jaw in a featherlight caress. Even when they were covered in dirt and blood, they still managed to send shivers up the criminal's spine.
"Wait." The crime-fighter's tone suddenly sobered up, making the villain stop in their tracks. "How do you expect to just waltz out of here with me in tow?"
The hero was usually the brains of the operation, but the villain wasn't too dull either. "I killed them all," they said softly, face flushed with embarrassment.
"Tu as tué pour moi? Tu es vraiment mon autre moitié," they whispered in awe.
Villain never really understood anything Hero said in French, but it sounded so alluring, they loved listening to it anyway.
"I just didn't know what you'd think of me," they answered sheepishly.
"What would you think if I told you I've always had fantasies of someone killing for me?"
"I-I'd kill a thousand more if I had to. They can't hurt you and expect to walk away from it unscathed," they snarled.
Hero pressed a kiss into their nemesis's temple, their mint-scented hair conditioner hitting them like a kick to the ribs.
"I'm going to spoil you so bad, you'll forget all this even happened," the villain promised.
"I'd want nothing more, mon amour."
"Finally, I understand what you're saying!"
The hero laughed, soft and musical, and it set the villain's heart on fire.
Hero had always been the one fixing up Villain's messes, stitching them up in the middle of the night and trying to save them from their path of self-destruction. This time, they could finally let someone else take care of them, let the weight fall from their shoulders, close their eyes, and finally feel safe for once.
To find someone that holds you in the highest regard, that knows your value and isn't afraid to show that to the world is a blessing without a price. To see your soul reflected in someone else's eyes is the most beautiful way to spell out the word 'love'. Et quand je pense de l'amour, c'est ton nom qui est toujours dans mon coeur.
Notes: Can you guess what the stuff in French means? If you don't want to, check the replies for the translation!
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