Hi! I just watched Mulan and I think it was AMAZING (which inspired me to send this ask) and I love your writings too! If youre not too busy, can you write a male villain x female hero who disguises as a man but one day in their fight, the villain finds out! You can continue how you'd like the next part to be
Thank u, have a nice day <3
“Well,” the villain said, swallowing hard. “This certainly makes things regarding my sexuality a bit more confusing.”
Out of all the things she had expected him to say, it certainly hadn’t been that.
She dropped her hands down from where they had been protecting her face.
“I’m sorry?”
The villain waved a hand at her, brow furrowing.
“Yeah, you know, this complicates some stuff.”
“Stuff?”
“Stuff,” the villain agreed.
She rubbed a hand over her brow.
“So you’re not…mad?”
At first, it had been an accident. She had been undercover, and her disguise had apparently been better than she thought, because the villain had taken one look at her and decided she was a guy. Which she didn’t have a problem with. It for sure made her worry less about her secret identity. But at some point it had been too long for her to correct the villain, so he called her a him and she did her best to drop her voice an octave and failed so spectacularly she was surprised that hadn’t tipped him off in the first place.
“Why would I be mad?”
“I don’t know,” she said, voice wavering. “I’ve been lying to you? Apparently, this is causing a major upheaval in your understanding of your identity? There’s a lot of reasons!”
“Would you…” his brow furrowed. “Like me to be mad at you? Because I can do that if that’s something you need to get through this situation. I’ve been told I’m a good actor. Tree number four in my school play when I was six and all that. Talent you can’t teach, you know?”
She stared, slightly dumbfounded, because this was not what she had expected. This wasn’t even in the same realm, same dimension, as anything she had expected.
“You are being remarkably chill about this.”
The villain laughed, then gestured to himself.
“Oh, no. There’s a fair bit of internalized screaming going on at the moment. Like. Quite a lot to be honest.”
“Screaming,” she said faintly, and he nodded.
“Yeah, loads of it. Which is not your fault at all,” he blurted out, like he truly was incredibly worried about her taking it the wrong way. “I’m just. Grappling with the fact that I don’t like you any less as a woman than when I did when you were—well, when I thought you were—“ he amended, “a man.”
“Oh,” she said intelligently.
And if they were being honest in this acid trip of a conversation, she had a fair bit of internal screaming going on too.
He just stared at her with something like awe. “You’re just. So pretty. Like even as a guy you were pretty. You really can pull off masculinity. Or like. Androgyny. Just for future reference if you’re wondering. Just like. Damn.”
She furrowed her brow.
“Should I be feeling objectified right now?”
“I mean, I don’t think so, but I’m not really the one who should be telling you how you feel.”
He had a fair point with that.
“Okay,” she made a gesture that could have been interpreted as ‘spooked feral raccoon please don’t bite me’ but was mostly just to stop anything else from tumbling out of his mouth. “Can we just run this back before you say more stupid things in an effort to keep all your,” she gave him a dry look. “Internal screaming internalized?”
He shrugged one shoulder. “Go for it.”
She sighed. “You liked me as a guy. Apparently quite a bit. And now you know I’m a woman—which by the way, sorry for not telling you, that’s my bad—and you still like me quite a bit. And that’s…helping you discover some things about yourself?”
He thought for a second.
“Pretty much hit the nail on the head, I think.”
“Okay,” she managed. “Okay. In all of my bouts of anxiety surrounding this, this was never any of the scenarios my brain conjured. I’m not even sure the chemicals in my brain would have come up with this. They certainly don’t know how to handle it.”
He frowned, and it was too reminiscent of a kicked puppy for her to look at it for too long. Or directly at it, for that matter.
“What did you think would happen?”
“Murder,” she replied. “Like, an immediate attempt on my life. Very gruesome.”
His eyes snapped to meet hers, filled with so much immediate, panicked concern that she almost choked on it.
“I literally bought you a sandwich last week.”
“And you also threw me into a wall. Lots of mixed signals there so I feel justified in my own insane scenarios.”
“Ok but like. The wall throwing was in a nefarious way.”
“And the sandwich wasn’t?”
“It could have been poisoned. You don’t know. I’m nefarious like that.”
“You’re overusing that word—“
“You ate a potentially poisoned sandwich without thinking about it, which I think we should talk about—“
“It had the good cheese on it, did you think I would turn that down? That stuff is expensive—“
“It’s like seven dollars from Fred Meyer. What cheese are you eating—“
She slapped a hand over his mouth, and his eyes widened to something almost comical.
She was surprised.
He was surprised.
The universe itself was probably surprised.
“We are getting very off topic.”
He nodded behind her hand, but made no move to contribute further to the conversation. Which again. Was probably for the best.
“So.” She glanced over his face. “You like me.”
He paused. Then nodded once.
She blew out a breath. “Okay. Alright. Well, that complicates things for me. I did not calculate for this—“
He snatched her hand from his mouth, but his grip stayed gentle.
“Wait. Did you think I wouldn’t like you if I knew you were a girl.”
She swallowed. Hard.
“Ok. Well. We can very gladly put that fear to bed.”
She nodded once, and he returned her hand back over his mouth.
She snatched it back before he did something stupid. Like lick her.
She wouldn’t put it past him.
The silence between them was awkward in a way it never had been.
She kicked at a rock.
“So,” she said.
“So.”
“Haven’t they made a movie about this kind of thing before?”
She shrugged one shoulder.
“What haven’t they made a movie about?”
“Dogs that play basketball.”
“No, I think they got that one.”
His eyes lit up. “Will you—“
“I will not watch it with you,” she said sternly. “I don’t do well with CGI dogs.”
He deflated, morose.
She sighed.
“So gender doesn’t bother you then.”
“I’m beginning to realize gender is a construct,” he said slowly. He stopped for a second. “Unless you like gender! Then it’s very real. I am supportive of Schrödinger’s gender.”
She squinted at him.
“I fear they should have studied you.”
“They did. Didn’t figure anything out though.”
It startled a laugh out of her, and he grinned like it was the best thing in the world.
“You’re not going to go easy on me because I’m a woman, right?”
He looked insulted.
“If I go easy on you, it’s because I’m in love with you,” he corrected. “But then it’s not really fun if there isn’t the underlying threat of serious bodily harm, so unfortunately you’re going to have to deal with more fighting,” he said, very seriously.
She bit her lip to stop the next laugh.
“Oh darn.”
“I know,” he agreed, and she could hear the amusement on his tongue. “What a bummer.”
“Not exactly the word I would have used, but—“
“I know. You use all the serious words in correct circumstances, and I use all the stupid ones at the right times and the smart ones at the wrong ones.”
“I mean. At least you’re aware.”
“At least I’m aware!” He said it proudly.
He looked at her with a sort of extreme fondness she had never been on the receiving end of.
In the distance, something exploded.
She jerked around to look at it, then whirled back to him.
“I should,” she jerked a thumb over her shoulder, and he merely stepped back.
“Off you go,” he said, sweeping his arms out like a butler welcoming her into their house.
“You’re not worried I won’t come back?”
He grinned, a boyish thing.
“Oh, you always come back to me.”
She flushed bright red, then took off over the tops of the buildings.
He was right, though.
She always, always, came back.
