Ooooh #6 #2 & #10 for the ask game! (Hero x villain + fluff please)
Good combination, Anon! Thanks for requesting this, and for your patience, here you go!
from this ask game
“Hero, look at me,” Villain said in a soothing voice.
Hero wasn’t listening. They were too busy staring at the gaping hole in their abdomen. Their breathing was short and labored; despite the pressure Villain was putting on their wound, Hero still felt blood seeping out of it.
“I’m gonna die,” Hero said, “oh gosh, I’m going to die! Villain!”
“Hey, hey,” Villain said, “shh, you’re not gonna die, I promise. I won’t let that happen. But you need to calm down. Take a deep breath.”
Hero tried to do as they were told, but the deep breath they tried to take turned into a shuddering cough, and they were back to hyperventilating.
‘Villain, I don’t wanna die,” Hero said, tears forming in their eyes, “I don’t wanna die!”
A car, Villain’s car to be exact, screeched to a halt in front of the pair, and Sidekick jumped out. Sidekick and Villain exchanged words Hero couldn’t hear, and looks Hero didn’t see. Before they knew it, Villain scooped them up and deposited them across the backseats. Villain sat down on the floor of the car, still putting pressure on Hero’s wound.
“Hospital?” Sidekick asked, already in the driver’s seat.
“No!” Villain and Hero yelled in unison.
“Take us home,” Villain said, “we’ll patch them up in the med bay.”
Hero was hyperventilating through all of this, and their vision was growing dark at the edges.
“Hero, you gotta calm down,” Villain said softly.
“I can’t!”
Within minutes, Sidekick pulled into the garage of Villain’s base. Villain carried Hero inside and laid them down on an operating table in the med bay.
“It’s gonna be okay,” Villain said, “Medic!”
Villain’s medic ran into the operating room.
“What happened?” Medic asked, “why are they here?”
“Not now,” Villain said urgently, “they’re bleeding out. Save them.”
Medic nodded, snapping on latex gloves. They came over to Hero.
“Shhh,” Medic said, “you need to calm down.”
“Why does everyone keep saying that!?” Hero sobbed.
Medic whispered something to Villain as they prepped disinfectant, a needle, and surgical thread. Villain nodded and opened a drawer, procuring a syringe. Without warning, Villain injected the contents into Hero’s system. Hero nearly screamed from the sudden pinch.
Medic didn’t wait for Hero to fall asleep, they got to work straight away, cleaning the wound and stitching it up.
Hero felt their body relax against their will.
“Wha…?”
“Shhh,” Villain said, running a hand through Hero’s hair, “you’re gonna be okay. Just go to sleep.”
“What if-” Hero blinked heavily, “-what if I don’t wake up?”
“You will, I promise,” Villain said.
Hero didn’t get the chance to nod. They drifted off just as Medic finished the last stitch.
…
Hero stirred on a soft surface. Instead of the harsh fluorescent lights of the med bay, Hero opened their eyes to soft light and a plain ceiling. They were lying in a bed, somewhere in Villain’s base. They felt a weight on their hand and turned their head to see that Villain was holding it.
“Hey,” Villain said, “how are you feeling?”
Hero noticed Villain’s eyes were red and puffy, almost like…
“Have you been crying?” Hero asked quietly.
“No,” Villain said quickly, “well, maybe… a little.”
“Why?”
Villain ran their thumb over Hero’s knuckles. It felt soothing to Hero, they almost fell back asleep. Villain speaking roused them from drifting back off.
“I was worried for you, that’s all,” Villain said, “you were so… afraid earlier, I’d never seen you like that before.”
Villain was also scared Hero wouldn’t wake up, but Hero certainly didn’t need to know that.
Hero’s memories came flooding back, as though a dam in their brain had been destroyed. Tears sprung into Hero’s eyes as they remembered the stabbing, the car ride, the med bay, and how they were so afraid to go to sleep. Hero let out a high-pitched, choked sob.
“Oh, Hero…”
Villain climbed in the bed, sitting Hero up and holding them close from behind. Hero expected the movement to hurt, considering the state of their side, but they didn’t feel anything except some dizziness when Villain sat them up.
“It’s okay,” Villain whispered, rubbing Hero’s back gently, “it’s all over now. You’re okay.”
Hero nodded and leaned back into Villain’s chest, savoring their embrace. Hero looked up when they heard the door to the room open. Medic stood in the doorway with a syringe in hand.
“Boss, it’s almost time for more painkillers-” Medic looked up, “-oh. Well that certainly explains a lot.”
“Y-yes, well,” Villain started, Hero had never heard them so flustered, “you can administer the medicine now.”
Medic came over to Hero’s bedside. Villain gently took Hero’s arm and extended it in front of them. Hero’s breath hitched. They hated needles.
“Breathe,” Villain commanded softly, “it’s okay. It’s gonna help you feel better.”
Medic took Hero’s arm and, upon finding a vein, injected the contents of the syringe into their system. Hero barely felt the pinch thanks to the last dose they had been given.
“There, see?” Villain rubbed Hero’s arm, “all done.”
Hero closed their eyes, relaxing in Villain’s grip. They heard Medic’s footsteps echo across the room until they faded down the hall.
“Thank you,” Hero said drowsily.
Hero felt Villain plant a soft kiss on their head.
“Of course, Hero.”
Hero drifted off in Villain’s arms, and Villain eventually followed suit. Elsewhere in the base, Medic and Sidekick chatted in hushed voices. How long had Hero and Villain been a thing?
