HII I LOVE UR WRITING ITS ABSOLUTELY SCRUMPTIOUS AND I HAVE A REQUEST
Could you do a scenario where the Villain is in another fight with the hero. But they notice something is really off abt hero. They seem clumsy and scared. Villain then realizes its not hero, but an imposter wearing hero’s suit.
Villain interrogates the imposter on where hero is, and they go rescue them wherever they are.
Thats all I have (U don’t have to do it if u don’t want to ;)
Sibling shenanigans
Warnings: Slightly flirty. Tension. Language. Potential double dates? Kind of combines the flirty/funny and sibling storylines. I hope you'll enjoy it.
Villain paused mid-swing, their eyes narrowing suspiciously. Something felt utterly and completely wrong, yet they failed to pinpoint what exactly. If they didn't know any better, they'd assume that Hero was pulling their punches - but they did know better, and this half-presence felt nothing like their nemesis' usual style. They tilted their head, studying Hero's movements on the rooftop - way too clumsy, hesitant and cautious for a professional gymnast-turned-crimefighter. One could say they seemed afraid of heights.
For a moment, Villain stared as if deciphering the equation that was in front of them. Hero never missed a chance to flirt mock them during battle - as much as Villain enjoyed the rare silence, the ambience felt off enough for them to catch the shift. The usual tension between them was missing, the air no longer charged by begrudging attraction and unsubtle sexual tension. Almost like... Just then, Villain notices Hero attempting to sneak away and darts out before they can process, body-slamming them into the wall with their hands braced on either side of Hero's head.
"Gotcha," Villain smirks at the slight stutter in their enemy's breathing pattern. Now that they think about it, Hero's physicality is different too - they seem a few inches shorter than usual, a little lankier and less gracious in motion. Oh, so that's what's happening here. Villain's grin widens with understanding, "Spill it. Who are you?"
Hero avoids their gaze, attempting to fake a deep voice yet making it painfully obvious. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Villain scoffs, holding back a laugh. This was a freaking kid, wasn't it? For heaven's sake, Hero must be desperate to send a newbie against their biggest enemy.
"Where are they?" Villain asks, their hand coming to rest on the kid's throat, not pressing yet. "And don't lie to me," they warn, tightening their grip by a fraction but remaining attuned to their surroundings, as if expecting Hero to jump out any moment now, "You had me fooled for a moment, I'll give you that."
The kid seems to deflate, glancing around, frantic and hopeless upon realising they have no way of overpowering Villain, they let out a defeated sigh. "I don't know." The confession comes out as a hoarse whisper; the raw vulnerability behind it hits Villain like a gut punch. Something's off.
"Explain," they demand, relaxing their fingers on the kid's neck, "who are you and why are you posing as Hero?"
"Um... we're siblings," the kid starts, and Villain jerks their hand away from their neck as if burned. Hero's sibling was barely out of high school. They might have looked into it when searching for leverage against them. Villainous intent aside, they'd never stoop so low as to threaten an underage and uninvolved family member. "I thought I could scare you into leaving without harming anyone if I impersonated them," the fake hero mumbles under their nose.
"Wh- first of all, I never harm anyone unless they deserve it," Villain interrupts, irritation and an unpleasant sort of dread spilling across their chest. They push it down, trying to ease the kid's discomfort by teasing them. "Second, bold of you to assume Hero scares me, Sidekick."
"I'm not a sidekick!" They protest, taking the bait - Villain had enough experience with younger siblings to know which buttons to push in a teenager.
"You are now," Villain grins in response, finally letting them go. "So, what happened?" They ask, sitting down on the concrete parapet of the roof with their legs crossed. Sidekick eyes them with unmaskable alarm at the recklessness of sitting with their back to the free edge.
"Hero's gone. They went out last night after a call for help and never came back. I figured you took them, but when you challenged them to duel again today, I realised it wasn't you and-" Sidekick cuts off, their bottom lip trembling. Oh Christ, they really are a kid, aren't they?
Villain sighs, running a hand down their face. This sounded serious, because Hero of all people would never abandon their family and their city. "Any idea who called them?" The kid shakes their head, causing the uneasy feeling in the back of Villain's mind to rise. "Do you have any other family?"
Another shake from Sidekick. Another rough exhale from Villain. "Alright," they mutter, getting up and hovering over the edge of the roof so the police can hear them when they announce in a woe-is-me tone to the crowd below. "You win again, Hero! I'm disarmed and shall retreat, if only for now."
Sidekick gapes at them, mouth falling open in the most comical way possible. Villain turns toward them, chuckling at the reaction and reaching out to slam their jaw shut. "Let's go, kiddo."
"Go..? But I- go where?" Sidekick stutters through multiple thoughts, failing to form a more or less complete sentence. So much for pretence, Villain thinks. Sidekick seems to grasp their thoughts, coughing for a more confident voice. "I'm not a kid!"
Villain groans at the bombardment of questions, shushing them with a single gesture like they're talking to an ill-behaved puppy. "I'll take you somewhere safe. Then I'll save my idiot of a heroic nemesis. Questions?"
Sidekick had a lot of questions concerning the nature of their sibling's relationship with Villain, but that would have to wait as they failed to ask anything in their stunned state, confused and blinking up at Villain like a fool. The embarrassment of the moment would have burned them alive had they not been in desperate need of help to find Hero first.
There were many things Hero expected from Villain if they ever found out about their sibling. Kidnapping for ransom, blackmail, threatening - anything that would warrant using Hero's only weakness against them. What they did not expect was for Villain's protective instincts to kick in; even more shocking was the fact that Villain took Sidekick to their family home, leaving the kid in the care of their younger siblings.
It did not take long for Villain to locate Hero either - they knew the dimwit and their thinking process - or lack thereof.
"So you're saying they put my uniform on and - what, hoped for the best?" Hero asks while Villain patches them up for the road. Their 'enemy' hums, a twitch of amusement touching the corner of their lips. "Idiot."
"Reminds you of someone?" Villain teases, earning an eyeroll from Hero, who can't help wincing at every other touch to their wound. Villain frowns, trying to distract them, "Which one of your two brain cells made you think disappearing was a great idea?"
"I didn't want them to see me like this, had nowhere else to go but here," Hero tries, but it sounds weak even to their ears. The abandoned warehouse provided little comfort. When Villain scoffs, they glance up again, "What?"
"Could have come to me," the criminal mutters under their breath, but Hero catches it, grinning smugly at the invitation. "Shut up!"
"I didn't say anything!" They laugh, groaning shortly after, "Fuck, this hurts."
"No shit, dumbass," Villain grumbles, finishing up with the makeshift bandages. "Alright, you should be good to go. We'll take care of the rest once we get home."
"Home? Don't tell me my favourite moron led you to our hideout as well!" Hero rounds their eyes in mock horror despite taking Villain's offered hand to be pulled up to their feet.
"No," Villain snorts, shaking their head at the assumption, but can't help revealing, "Bold of you to assume I don't already know where your apartment is."
"You- really?" Villain nods in response to Hero's flabbergasted question. "You're good."
"At what, blindsiding you?" They ask, allowing Hero to lean on their shoulder as they walk them to their car for the drive. Hero takes a sharp inhale, each movement causing a bolt of pain to shoot through their torso. "No, maintaining a moral code for villainy."
Villain snickers at that, trying to distract them from the pain. "There's no such code, I can be absolutely despicable in every way I please."
Hero's eyes light up at the joking remark. "Can you now? Is that why you're saving me?"
"Mhm," Villain sets them into the passenger seat before rounding the car and getting in. "I'm taking you to my place where we can get your wound treated, and you'll see Sidekick."
"You left them at your place?" Hero's eyebrows shoot up when Villain nods in confirmation. "Alone?"
"No, with my younger siblings," they respond vaguely, swerving through city traffic with masterful precision. Hero blinks, surprise colouring their features yet again. "Siblings? As in, plural?" They feel stupid, especially now that they know Villain had more intel on them than the agency ever had on Villain's past.
"Yes, Hero, plural," the criminal admits begrudgingly, like they did not just reveal that information themselves. They take a turn out of the city centre into the suburban area, the skyline changing from glass skyscrapers to private houses with red tin roofs and small green gardens.
"Oooh, so you're the eldest kid in a big family?" Hero murmurs knowingly, looking out of the car window at the neighbourhood to hide their smile. "No wonder you're evil," they add, not exactly mocking.
"Excuse me?" Villain raises an eyebrow, but their fingers drumming on the steering wheel give away the lack of anger.
Hero throws their head back against the seat, laughing heartily. They glance at Villain after a moment with a new level of familiarity. "So, you have a high schooler too?"
"Yeah, one of them," Villain admits, the expression in their eyes shifting imperceptively. They cannot help turning soft when talking about their siblings, and Hero finds that absolutely adorable.
"Should we get them on a playdate?" Hero grins just as they turn into the driveway of a neat two-storey house with an overgrown garden in the front.
"Over my dead body!" Villain snaps as they step out of the car, eyes flaring up with strong protectiveness when they spot Sidekick rush out of the house and into Hero's arms, one of their siblings following in tail. "Better yet, I'll murder your sibling if they try dating my-"
"Are you sure?" Sidekick chimes in before Hero can utter a word, immediately catching the topic and letting go of Hero as a shit-eating grin blooms on their unmasked face. "It could warrant double dates."
With a wink at Villain's younger sibling, they bolt away before Villain has time to process and choke the life out of them. Once they do, though, Villain unceremoniously starts after them across the garden to the house, yelling at the top of their lungs. "Get back here, you little shit!"
Masterlist
A/N: Hi sweetheart! I know this is very (very!) late but I still hope you'll see this and will enjoy it. There is a bit of a deviation from the original idea. Let me know what you think, loves!
Hi! Could you write a story where the villain (F) and hero (M) used to date but broke up because the hero was only pretending to love them in order to gain information from them, but due to some reasons, a couple years later they were put in a mission together to hunt down a common enemy and the villain got injured trying to save the hero and now the hero is nursing them back to health? It can be hurt/comfort Or angst with a happy ending, if its not too much trouble, I love your writing alot, thank you! :)
Long Way Back: Pt 1
Part 2
Warnings: language, wounds, mentions of past falling out, second chance (In Part 2)
"Watch out!" Hero warned, just as Villain's foot slipped, a roof tile crumbled down to the ground. He reached out, gripping her forearm to keep her from tipping over the edge. Big mistake, judging by the snarl that followed.
"Don't tell me what to do," Villain glared back at him, pulling her arm free and hissing under her breath as she found her footing, "and don't touch me."
Hero rolled his eyes at her pettiness but refrained from commenting as they settled on the roof across from the enemy hideout. He knew better than to act innocent, but couldn't help the tightness in his chest. He couldn't tell if it was guilt, plain hurt, or a concoction of both; whatever it was, it had been there for two years now, and it would have to wait still.
Villain took her spot on the lookout, documenting every entrance and exit of the building and making notes on the plan spread out in front of her. Hero watched her, his fingers drumming against his thigh. Every now and then, his lips parted to speak, but he failed to produce a sound, his throat dry and scratchy with wind and regret.
The silence stretched, tense and crackling with unsaid words as Villain worked, her attention focused on the task at hand. Her way of avoiding the situation, Hero noticed. He knew her better than she'd appreciate him voicing, so he kept glancing at her tense shoulders and jerky movements. Villain, despite her best efforts to keep her mind off of her enforced partner, was failing miserably as her thoughts drifted back to their shared past, her blood boiling up just like it did when she found out Hero's true motivation behind their short-lived relationship.
Even back then, most of her anger was directed at her naivety for trusting the enemy rather than his dishonesty, but as the shock wore off, her disdain for him grew. Flirting to get information out of the other was one thing — they'd both done that plenty of times; it was fair game, toeing the line between espionage and desire. But asking her out like he meant it, getting to know her, starting a relationship, and maintaining it for five whole months, all because he hoped to gain intel, was downright devious.
They hadn't talked ever since. Sure, they had spoken to each other mid-battle, but not in a way that mattered. The snappy banter was nowhere near the conversations they had while dating, and if Hero was entirely honest, it was his fault. He had tried to apologize after the breakup, his words falling on deaf ears, but that wasn't enough. He knew Villain had every right to be angry, to not trust him or speak to him, yet a part of him felt wounded at how quickly she was convinced that his feelings had been fake. Almost like she had been waiting for it to happen long before she found out. So he gave up. Easier than he ever had, which only seemed to convince Villain of her assumptions.
"He's inside. The third window to the east of the main entrance," Villain informed in a monotone voice, tossing Hero a pair of binoculars. "Green jacket with rolled sleeves."
"Are you certain?" He asked, eyes zeroing in on the person Villain pointed out. "We need to confirm it is him before proceeding."
"There's a scar under his right elbow, a callus on his left middle finger because he's a left-handed shooter, and the most obvious tell — you can see his face mirrored in the buffet glass," Villain retorted, her tone flat and slightly annoyed at Hero's pestering presence.
He was the last person she wanted to be partnered with, but orders were to be followed, not discussed. Even if said orders implied working with their deceiving ex, who had broken their trust, heart, and favourite vase. Well, to be entirely honest, Villain broke the vase when she threw it at him in her rage. Still his fault.
"Alright, smartass," Hero grumbled, handing the binoculars back with an exasperated sigh. The only good thing about this mission was that they were both exceptional at their jobs, and it would be over soon. "We're heading out in five."
She grumbled something under her breath in response - cursing him out for the commanding tone, Hero was sure of it.
"I love your passion, baby," he chuckled despite knowing better, lips curling into a smirk at her unrelenting loathing.
"Accidents happen in shootouts, you know?" She offered him a wicked grin. "Watch out for stray bullets, I might just miss a target."
Hero barked out a surprised laugh, following her off the roof. Part of him was sad that the mission wouldn't last long after all.
***
It was supposed to be an easy mission. A piece of cake for professionals at their level. Needless to say, it did not go according to plan. They infiltrated the building in less than five minutes — quiet, fast, and stealthy. But that was the only thing that went right.
Hero was about to push the last door open when Villain stopped him. "Something's not right," she muttered, her voice not above a whisper as she whirled around into a back-to-back stance. "They're expecting us."
Hero didn't have time to process her words when they got ambushed. First came the smoke grenade, then criminals swarmed the narrow corridor, trapping them against the door leading to the room they were aiming for. Trapped and outnumbered, they still managed to hold their own in the shootout that ensued until it boiled down to Hero overpowering the last criminal.
Villain wiped her forehead, letting out a sigh of relief — based on her calculations, there were two people left in the building, one being the criminal boss they were after and the other his closest bodyguard or right hand, if she had to take a guess. The door screeched open, and they entered the room, only to be met by the criminal boss, waiting for them with a cocked gun and a cockier smirk.
Something about his smile triggered Villain's senses, causing her to whip around — in time to notice the last accounted person in the building aiming their gun at Hero's back. She didn't think, acting on instinct when she grabbed his head, ducking him down and out of the trajectory. She heard the bang of the gun with a delay, heard Hero grumble a curse behind her as he caught her swaying body, and only then felt the pain from the gunshot on her shoulder.
"Get the mission over with," she hissed, leaning against the wall while Hero eliminated the last criminal and handcuffed the boss, who they still needed to keep alive for interrogation.
Villain slid down the wall, hand pressed over the wound above her collarbone that hurt like a motherfucker. She gritted her teeth, testing the movement in her fingers before reaching for gauze in one of the pockets in her cargo pants, when Hero dropped to his knees next to her.
"Don't touch me," she protests - per usual - when Hero's hand substitutes hers over the wound, pressing on roughly to stop the bleeding. "Call backup."
"Shut up," Hero bites back, eyebrows furrowed in irritated concern as he dials the emergency number with shaky fingers, all the while continuing to press the gauze down on her shoulder.
"I don't need your help," Villain persists, determined to be petty and trying to push his hand off, but Hero doesn't budge, swatting her hand away like it was a mere disturbance.
"Shut. Up." He demands, voice gritty, and this time, Villain begrudgingly obliges, though Hero suspects it's due to the pain she's in rather than warming feelings toward him.
Part 2
Hi sweetheart!
Thank you for this wonderful request! It was one of the few I received that have prompted me back to the writing mindset. Can't express how much I've missed this. Requests, kind words, talking to each of you, actually writing... I've missed you.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Part 2 will be coming up shortly!
villain x hero who are exes and villain is not over it?
Long Way Back: Pt 2
Part 1
Warnings: language, wounds, mentions of past falling out, second chance romance
Two hours after the mission was completed, Villain found herself in a place she never anticipated seeing again. Hero's house looked the same, the feeling utterly nostalgic as she sat on the living-room couch, leaning back to rest her pounding head and sore muscles. No one ever spoke about the way one's body tenses after a gunshot, yet to her it was one of the most uncomfortable feelings. Her entire body ached and now that the adrenaline was no longer affecting her, she felt drowsy.
Hero had been fussing around her ever since they arrived home, removing the bullet and cleaning her wound before putting on a bandage - all without saying much other than informing about what he was putting on her. With the gape finally cleaned and covered, Hero walked off to the bathroom to wash her blood off of his hands, leaving Villain to explore his place in peace - well, what he had told her was to stay still but when did Villain ever follow orders?
She looks around the cozy space, her gaze drifting over the cream coloured carpet (basic, she thinks, rolling her eyes) before landing on the picture frames above the fireplace. The entire timeline of his life was on full display. Was anyone to discover Hero's home, they'd know exactly who to hurt to get to him. Villain's eyes drift over each frame: family dinners, outings with friends, and group pictures with colleagues.
And her.
In his arms on top of the highest building in the city, cuddled up on her porch because he always loved her house more, looking up at him with her head in his lap that one time they went for a picnic in the park, grass and flowers stuck in her hair because he wanted to weave it in. She feels the air stilling in her throat as she takes in picture after picture, then forces her gaze away, gulping to seize control of her emotions before he walks in.
It was all a lie, Villain tells herself, starting from day one. He always had an agenda and held to it with impressive dedication, even as she fell in love. Villain would applaud him, had he not hurt her so bad. It wasn't even about the information he had gathered from her or the fact that he played her, it was about her trust, about the fact that she had been stupid enough to be manipulated, to believe Hero cared. Why would he ever care about a villain? That question never crossed her mind when he stumbled through his words asking her out for a coffee to make up for that wrongful arrest. Now she knew it had all been a part of the long game: the 'honest mistake', the awkwardness, the charmed expression in his eyes after their first date and everything that followed. Hero's acting skills were immaculate.
The night his supervisor stopped mid-battle to mention something only Hero could know, Villain figured everything. It felt like a bucket of boiling water was poured over her head, leaving her skin burning and the lump in her throat threatening to burst into uncontrollable sobbing. She broke it off without allowing him the chance to speak, his mouth taped shut and hands tied behind his back because she didn't want to see him smirk and make no attempts to reach for her. She didn't want to see Hero let her go with the ease that comes with ending something you never intended to keep. She swore off relationships the same night.
"It's my favourite picture of you," Hero speaks up from behind her, causing Villain to jump in place and hiss when the movement rattles her shoulder, "the one from the park."
She clenches her teeth in response, rage - still fresh, still bitter - stirring up in the depth of her stomach, rising to her throat like bile. She's seen red every time he so much as opened his mouth but refused to show him her anger. Anger meant hurt, it meant she had cared, it meant she still cared, and that was more of her than Hero'd ever deserved.
"Daisies remind me of you," he adds under his breath before placing the cup in his hand on the coffee table. "Do you still like ginger tea?"
"With lemon, two spoons of sugar," she snaps back like he was inconveniencing her with his care and the familiarity he seemed to flaunt in her face.
"I know," Hero murmurs, rubbing his forehead before taking a tentative step closer. It felt like he was pouring oil into a raging fire and expecting to put it out.
Something about the quiet words makes Villain whip around, eyes piercing through him like she wishes it would burn him to ashes yet the stubborn bastard remains standing tall. "Don't throw that in my face," she grits back, stepping forward to yank her picture off the wall.
"I wasn't-" Hero pauses, letting out a resigned sigh. "Forget it. You need to refrain from moving your shoulder."
"I can handle myself," she retorts, throwing one frame onto the floor and watching the glass shatter before moving to the other.
"Can you?!" Hero finally snaps, watching her struggle to reach the last picture. "From where I'm standing you keep making it worse." He crosses the room in two large steps and grips her wrist, her fingers barely graze the last picture frame. "Stop this."
"Fuck off," Villain growls, attempting to free her wrist. "What right do you have to keep those?" The words make it out of her mouth before she can bite her tongue, causing her to growl at herself for the way this is affecting her.
"Villain-" Hero mutters, dragging her by the wrist to shift her closer to him and away from the surviving picture. Her, staring up at him with those bright eyes and daisies scattered in her hair like the personification of spring has graced him with her presence. He'd rather she broke him than that picture. "Don't touch that."
"Don't touch me!" She yells, and Hero is grateful for the emotion because it's something he can work with, something other than the total silent rejection he's received for two whole years. "You have no right-"
He doesn't let her finish the sentence, sealing her mouth shut with his before he can overthink it. For a moment, she stills in his arms, but Hero knows better than to expect it to last and judging by the way she goes rigid, he knows he might have as well signed his death certificate. Her surviving arm flies up and her fist slams against his chest over and over; he doesn't let go, instead tightening his hold on her waist and the back of her head, even as she jerks away and attempts to break free. Villain bites his lower lip then, drawing blood, though he doesn't budge even then, but pulls her closer - albeit careful not to hurt her shoulder.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs against her lips, his forehead coming to rest against her colder one, the tip of his nose grazing hers, "So sorry."
"I'll murder you," Villain mutters in response, though the malice in her voice is much less prominent than she'd have appreciated, judging from the blazing fire behind her eyes.
"I know," Hero whispers, lifting a hand to brush a stray hair out of her face before running his thumb along the curve of her cheekbone, teetering the edge despite knowing she could damn well mean it.
"I hate your guts," she adds, not quite sure who she is trying to convince - him or herself, seeing as she made no real attempts to set herself free or put any distance between them.
Hero chuckles, nodding his head in agreement, not about to argue with the storm brewing in the middle of his living room. "I know. I deserve it."
"Then you should know I mean my threats," Villain persists, her eyes shifting back to the remaining picture on the wall, then back to Hero's hand gently supporting her shoulder. "Should have let that asshole shoot you," she grumbles under her nose.
"I know," he repeats, tilting his head to press kisses over her cheek up to her temple, whispering into her skin like his words were spells to heal the wounds he has inflicted, "and I'm sorry."
"What for? Betraying me?" Villain asks, her voice hoarse when she adds, finally letting out two years' worth of frustration. "Lying to my face? Keeping my picture like you have any right to? Or being such a shitty strategist that I got shot on the single mission we shared?"
He shakes his head, amusement mixing with guilt at her words; his hold on her tightens imperceptibly. "For not trying hard enough, for not pursuing you after you left, for not spending every damn night on your porch begging for a second chance."
"As if you would do," Villain scoffs, but Hero doesn't let her continue, placing a finger over her lips to silence.
"I'd get on my knees a thousand times over if that meant you'd believe our relationship was never about the intel. I had all the neccessary data long before I asked you out."
"You what?" She asks, her voice low, dangerously so.
"I needed a chance," Hero tries to explain, words tumbling out of his mouth in a messy stream of syllables, "a pass from the agency, a permission, if you will; and I took it the moment it was granted to me."
For several moments, Villain stares at him, wordless and buffled by the revelation, but when the understanding dawns, she launches at him all over again, her hand landing a slap against his chest like that could actually hurt the rock of a man in front of her.
"You asshole!" Another slap. Hero catches her wrist again, so she steps on his foot out of sheer spite.
"Hey, hey" he tries to contain the tidal wave that was her, his tone tinged with a hint of amusement at her antics, "now, wait a second-" he tries to no avail.
"You couldn't tell me sooner?!" Villain all but yells, exasperation mixing into the concoction of emotions she was already feeling, only serving to make her more emotional.
"You didn't want to listen," Hero protests weakly, missing the moment when she frees her hands and grabs his collar as if to shake sense into him, "I didn't know how to get you to listen to me when you're as forgiving as an enraged harpy."
"For two fucking years?" Villain snaps, adorable in her untethered agitation, at least in Hero's eyes. "And stop smirking, you little piece of-" He doesn't let her finish, pulling her flush against him and shutting her up the only way he knew to be effective.
Villain doesn't protest this time, allowing Hero's hands to hold her neck as he kisses her, but even then she cannot keep herself from punching his shoulder one last time - to let out all remaining vexation before finally kissing him back.
Part 1
Hi love!
Thank you for the amazing request! Since there were two very similar ones in theme, I decided to combine them into this two-chapter story. Thank you for staying here even when I wasn't as present.
I hope you enjoy this little story as much as I did when creating it. I don't usually write outright romance (I think) but this one ended up rather sweet. Let me know what you guys think!
Hii could u do one where the hero and civilian are friends (both female) they go out to a bar and villain (male) is there and he comes over to them to ask for a dance and the hero thinks he's asking hero but he's actually asking civilian, and civilian wants to yes but thinks he's joking or she doesn't want to break the "friendship code" (whichever option u prefer) but the hero actually encourages it.
Just a little something I think about
If u understand what I'm saying
The Matchmaker
Warnings: Slightly flirty. Soft romance. Mentions of alcohol.
"You are coming with me, Civi, like it or not," Hero claimed earlier that day, when they were still in Hero's apartment as the crime-fighter ransacked her own wardrobe, throwing dresses out onto the floor because there was no place on her bed anymore. "Where is that thing?!" She groaned, in search of something that seemed to be evading her.
Civilian sighed - not angry, just exasperated with her persistent friend. Don't get her wrong, she loved Hero with the entirety of her pure heart, but partying was never her go-to activity on a Friday night. It was reading. Baking. Crocheting. Anything on this Earth except for clubs and dancing. She felt awkward in any remotely public setting, let alone in a club or a bar where people go to socialise. Deliberately. Ugh.
Why would one do that? Civilian couldn't tell you.
"Hero, pleease-" She started with a whiny voice and her best pleading-for-mercy expression, but Hero interrupted her with a definitive no.
"No. No exceptions. It's my birthday, you owe me that much," Hero had insisted, earning a pitiful whimper from Civilian who already knew she could not refuse her best friend - on her birthday, no less. “Today has to be a good day for both of us.”
Hero grinned, satisfied with her victory, but then her eyes landed on the dress she had been looking for, and she emerged from the wardrobe with a victorious yelp. "Aha! Found it. Now, come on, put something decent on."
She aimed the dress at Civilian's head and earned a very improper gesture in response, but laughed it off. Today had to be fun; she didn't care if it took blackmail, manipulation, or outright forcing Civilian out of the comfort of her (or Hero's) apartment.
The bar was packed beyond belief. Or so Civilian thought, because there were about fifteen other people there, and that was too much. Hero had scoffed at her displeased demeanour the moment they had walked in and chose to ignore the tiny, frustrated sighs her friend let out every now and then. As if the crowd wasn't enough, Hero had put her into an outrageous dress (above knee length) and pulled her hair up into a ponytail, leaving Civilian feeling vulnerable and... alright, maybe she blushed when Hero called her effortlessly hot, and she might have liked the idea of being attractive, but it still felt like she was trying too hard. Hero called her ridiculous for considering a cocktail dress "too much", but given that Hero was wearing a sequin jumpsuit, Civilian thought she had no say in the ridiculousness domain.
They were about an hour into the celebration of Hero's year around the sun (read: five shots for Hero and an already-warm Aperol Spritz for Civilian in) when the atmosphere in the bar shifted. They didn't immediately see who came in, but even the usually oblivious Civilian sensed a change in the ambience of the place. Everyone seemed to be quiet; even the music sounded toned down. Then came the looming figure of Villain, wearing a black suit (not the place, dude!) and his signature cocky smirk. Hero's nemesis, the resident criminal, pain-in-the-ass, call him whatever.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the birthday girl," he drawled behind Civilian's back, making the hair on her neck stand. He was staring Hero down, but she didn't even twitch, smiling the same self-assured smile she always wore. "Celebrating your royal highness?"
Hero chuckled. Confident, bold, carrying herself with dignity in every situation - be it battle or a night at a bar. Civilian mumbled somewhat of a confirmation.
"Congratulations," Villain clinked his glass to hers, then to Civilian's leaning over her shoulder, causing her to squeak in surprise. He raised an eyebrow at that, his gaze lingering for a moment before he left, disappearing in the growing crowd. Civilian exhaled, her hands trembling slightly, and took a big gulp of the drink she was still nursing.
It wasn't until later, when the music was loud enough to dance, that Villain reappeared, swaying to the rhythm as he approached. Hero narrowed her eyes at him the second he stepped into her view. They were still seated because Civilian refused to dance while the lights were still on, claiming she felt like people were studying her. And if there was a pair of eyes glued to her with captivated intensity... well, a certain criminal had nothing to do with it.
Villain tilts his head, his gaze flicking over to Civilian nearby, ordering water before he opens his mouth to speak.
"Not. A. Chance. None, Vil," Hero cuts him off before he can even utter a word. Not because she hates him. Because he's like an annoying younger brother in her mind that she has to babysit, so he doesn't mess up the city.
But Villain looks unfazed. He lets out a huff of a laugh, shaking his head. "Actually, I was wondering if your lovely friend would dance with me." He informs, preventively maintaining a bit of a distance in case Hero goes for an immediate attack.
Except, her eyes don't narrow with suspicion, nor do they widen with sudden rage or offence. They sparkle. With excitement.
"What?" Villain asks, sounding sheepish but utterly adorable (to Hero, otherwise, he's formidable, he swears) at the same time. Hero's face brightens with the widest grin Villain has ever seen on her. What is happening..?
He doesn't manage to finish the thought when Hero claps her hands together. "That is such a great idea! Two of my favourite nuisances together, aww..."
Villain gapes at her excitement, blinking slowly like he has lost the plot entirely.
"But she needs prep," Hero sobers up from her sentimental feelings, turning serious again. Villain still looks confused, so she elaborates. "She's shy and thinks you're a real threat and not just my play partner."
"Excuse you?!" He exclaims, offended beyond belief. "I'm a professional villain!"
"Sure you are, sugar," Hero muses, teasing him for the sake of the blush colouring his ears. "But for our cause, you need to seem noble."
"You stop that," Villain hisses, pointing an accusatory finger at her, but changes his tune once he processes that second sentence. "And tell me more."
When Civilian returns with her bottle of water, Villain is gone, and Hero has a peculiar glint in her eyes. "You know, I'm quite ready to leave," Civilian starts, trying to approach from afar, but Hero sees right through her.
"In your dreams, Civi," she counters, leaning closer. "Have you noticed a certain someone cannot take his eyes off of you since he walked in?" She asks, her tone too coy to be ignored, but Civilian was never that perceptive.
"Hm? Who do you mean?" Civilian glances around, stumbling upon Villain's intent gaze but darting away instantly.
"Mhm. You know who I'm talking about," Hero hums, satisfied with having planted the idea. "You should go dance with him."
"N-no, I- I can't," Civilian objects instantly. Not that Villain isn't attractive - he's gorgeous, quite honestly. Yet she thinks it's inappropriate. Friendship code and his enmity with her best friend aside, it's Hero's birthday. Today should not be about Civilian at all.
"I can't do that," she repeats, attempting to convince both Hero and herself. "And besides, why would he be looking at me?"
"Are you kidding?" Hero crosses her arms over her chest and lets out a disbelieving laugh. Is this girl blind? "Look at him. The guy's drooling."
"Hero!" Civilian can try to protest all she wants, but the way her neck reddens gives away her true feelings. "He's probably just joking... or trying to see if he can get to you through me."
"You take that back!" Hero snaps like Civilian's self-deprecation is offensive on a personal level. Unbeknownst to Civilian, she motions for Villain to come over while she continues laying the ground.
"Hero..." Civilian mutters, voice full of complaint. Hero exhales. Here comes the whine that means 'I want to, but I'm scared and doubting myself'.
She grips Civilian's chin, demanding eye contact. Her expression hardens into unyielding conviction. "Civi, shut up and get up. Now. That's my birthday wish."
Civilian is about to protest again when Villain coughs, gently attracting her attention. Hero shoos her out of her chair before Villain even has the chance to extend his hand. And Civilian has no other choice but to take it, blushing more profusely than Villain Hero winks at him, encouraging him to go on.
Over two hours later, Hero watches them still swaying to the soft music. The bar is empty now, not a soul left behind when Hero nods to the bartender, places her empty glass on the table, and leaves, smiling under her nose as she walks down the empty street.
Today was certainly a good day. For all three of them.
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Masterlist
A/N: Hello darling! Thank you so much for this request, I had so much fun writing it! I hope you will enjoy reading this just as much. This reminded me of my first stories here - a little more on the cute flirty side than suggestive or dark.
In which Hero arrives home after a long day only to find Villain sitting under their Christmas tree like a present Hero never dared to ask for.
Warnings: suggestive (clearly), cute spice
The last weeks of December were something akin to torment. The season of giving meant the resurgence of crime, thus leading to late hours and unending shifts for Hero. Christmas Eve was no different. They spent the entire day dashing from one part of the city to the other, only to end up missing several key attacks, deemed more important by the mayor and being reprimanded by the main asshole of the town. Hero was seconds away from smashing the idiot's face in when the bells of the city cathedral started ringing. The early mass was about to begin.
Hero cursed under their breath, finally remembering what day it was. With a sigh, they stepped away. Now that their patrol was over, Hero wanted one thing and one thing only - to crawl into bed and remain under the covers for the entire holiday season, preferably with something - or someone - warm under their arm. With the second option being as unrealistic as it gets, Hero had no choice but to opt for the more probable one.
By the time they get home, the clock chimes quarter to midnight. They don't bother with dinner, dropping their suit onto the floor and planting face-first on the mattress, somehow managing to pull their pyjamas on in that position.
With how exhausted they are it's no surprise they fail to notice the soft tapping sound from downstairs - someone's bare feet against their kitchen tiles. However, the tapping noise continues, followed by clanking of ceramics. That finally draws Hero's mind out of the blissful hazy state, prompting them to turn over with a deep groan, their eyes still shut. A part of them wishes to allow the intruder to rob them to avoid getting up. If they are a failure to the city, they might as well let this crime slide.
It's at that moment that their brain catches up to the thoughts drifting lazily in it, prompting them to jolt into an upright position on the bed. No one would break into their house when there are better (and less secure) places to rob.
They take a moment to listen as the soft tapping of feet comes once more, moving about their house with purpose. This forces Hero out of bed, as they rub their eyes, tiptoeing out of their bedroom and down the corridor, ears on high alert for any weird noises. Except it's not a noise that catches their attention this time. Why the hell are the lights on their Christmas tree on?
Hero prances down the stairs, squinting in the dark as they scan the hallway and the front door, noting that it's locked. They take a deep breath before stepping into the living room, illuminated by the soft glow of the flickering Christmas lights, only to find Villain sitting under the tree. Like a goddamn present. In fucking pyjamas. With a cup of hot chocolate in hand.
"What the..." Hero's voice dies down, their thoughts trailing off in utter confusion. They rub their eyes to make sure they're not hallucinating the little shit of an enemy they had since day one of becoming a hero.
"Hi," Villain looks up with a toothy - and breathtaking - grin, taking a sip of their drink and releasing a satisfied hum at the warm feeling.
"Excuse me?" Hero squeaks, incredulous and slightly dumbfounded by the casual demeanour of their nemesis in their home. Since when does Villain know their address? They don't manage to ask that, interrupted by the voice that intrudes their thoughts in the same unabashed manner as their house.
"You're out of marshmallows," Villain states, chuckling sheepishly as they point toward the second mug on the coffee table. "Well, now."
"Um..." What on Earth is Hero supposed to say in response to that? They freeze, gaping at Villain.
"Stop staring at me like I've grown a second head," Villain snorts, giving them a quick once-over.
Hero shuffles, Villain's gaze sending a shiver down their spine. They step closer, lowering themself on the armchair, still doubtful but finally able to form coherent sentences. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I was feeling lonely," the criminal shrugs, taking a gulp of their drink, while still maintaining intense eye contact. "You've been ignoring me."
Hero picks up their mug, tentatively sipping from it. The rich chocolaty taste fills their mouth, relaxing the lingering tension in their shoulders. "I've had a busy week."
"A lot of parties to attend?" Villain teases, leaning against the leg of the armchair behind their back. Their tone is mocking, but there is an undercurrent of curiosity in their words.
Hero rolls their eyes, huffing. "Sod off," they grumble. "I don't like those events if you weren't aware."
"I thought you loved the attention," Villain keeps pushing, eyes glistening with mischief at the prospect of getting under Hero's skin. They smirk, looking Hero up and down again, their gaze dark and charged with something unreadable. "Pity. Not just the supersuit you fill out nicely."
Hero raises their brow at their nemesis, about to comment something smart on that statement when a realisation pops into their head. "Did you just compliment me?" Their voice nearly breaks at the end, forcing a cough from their throat.
"You look hot in those PJs," Villain admits, averting their gaze to stare at the extremely enticing Christmas tree. They hope the flickering lights will suffice to mask the flush on their skin.
Hero hums, digesting the new information, their gaze trailing over Villain's body. "Can't deny you look good in yours too," they murmur, a smirk blossoming on their face as the penny finally drops.
This idiot came to spend Christmas with them. Now that was interesting enough to be out of bed tonight or get back into it later - depends on how things go. Certainly not the worst turn of events; Hero will give them that.
"Are you mocking me?" Villain asks, watching them with surprise clear in their warm brown eyes. They don't know what they were expecting from coming here, but it turned out better so far.
Hero chuckles, shaking their head at the adorable reaction. "No, I meant that," they state, sliding off their seat and onto the floor across from Villain, their knees brushing against the other's. Their nemesis looks stunned, not responding long enough for Hero's amusement to grow. "I'm glad you're here," they muse, bringing their cup up to their lips to hide the softened smile on their face.
"You..." Villain pauses long enough to fix their suddenly high-pitched voice. "Really?" They take another sip and lick melted marshmallow fluff from the edge of the mug, causing Hero's breath to hitch in their throat.
Oh, sweet baby Jesus...
"Mhm," Hero hums, downing their chocolate in one large gulp. They can feel Villain's smouldering gaze on their throat as it bops up and down. "I was craving something sweet after a long day."
"I can, um, fetch more chocolate?" Villain suggests, trying to get their mind out of the gutter yet failing miserably, their cheeks heating up even more at the thoughts running wild.
Villain is about to get up when Hero catches their wrist and pulls them onto their lap. "I'd rather have something else," Hero murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of their mouth.
They expect to be shoved away, maybe even slapped across the face. What Hero does not expect is for Villain to shiver and wrap their arms around their neck.
"You have some fluff left here... and here," Hero mutters between kisses before taking Villain's bottom lip into their mouth, sucking gently. Their fingers trace the curve of Villain's jaw, their free arm wrapping around their nemesis' waist, guiding them to straddle Hero.
Villain's lips part almost instinctively, allowing Hero to deepen the kiss with a deep moan in the back of their throat. Hero's grip on them tightens, pulling Villain's body flush against their chest and tangling their hand in Villain's hair.
They break apart minutes later, gasping for oxygen through heavy pants. Villain remains still in their arms, fingers idly tracing the sides of their neck. Hero peels their eyes open, resting their forehead against Villain's with a faint murmur. "You're all I need right here, underneath the tree, baby."
Villain meets their gaze with a darkened one, words dying on their swollen, reddened lips. "I-"
"Stay," is the only word Hero whispers before Villain captures their mouth in another heated kiss. Hero can't help the moan that escapes them, their hand slipping under Villain's pyjama top as they kiss them back.
"Why, because it's cold outside?" Villain jokes, earning a growling laugh from Hero. Their arm tightens around Villain's waist, their free hand sliding to grab Villain's leg as they push forward, laying Villain down on the soft carpet and hovering over them.
"Cheeky little-" Hero's words are cut short by the clock chiming midnight. They pause, looking down at Villain, sprawled out underneath them, in their starry-eyed and kiss-drunk glory. "Because I want you for Christmas."
Villain gazes up at them, licking their lips before nodding. "Merry Christmas, baby." They murmur, leaning up and brushing their lips against Hero's jawline, mouthing down their neck. Hero lets out a low moan, their hands squeezing Villain's thighs as they bring their body down, flush against Villain's.
If there is one thing Hero knows for sure it's that they won't let Villain leave when the morning comes.
A/N: I have no idea if I should even be posting this on a religious holiday, but it's Christmas-themed, so... I guess it's okay? Hopefully?
Anyway, thank you so much for reading! It's finally the end of the year so I will (I hope) have some time to write. As always, let me know what you think. And to those that are celebrating now...
Warnings: language, mentions of past falling out, slightly suggestive (kissing)
Today was officially the worst day ever.
Hero was sure of it. Not only were they forced to cut their day off short, but it was also raining cats and dogs, and their asshole of a nemesis decided to challenge them at the worst time possible - and if that wasn't enough, the little shit was late. Again.
Hero groans, leaning back against the brick chimney, no longer bothered by the raindrops hitting their pale skin. They wipe their eyes, staring up at the gloomy sky, the misty grey reminding the eyes of someone they used to know. Lucky for them, the thought gets interrupted by a voice that carries enough mockery to erase the chalky feeling from their chest.
"How do you manage to look more pathetic each time we meet?" Villain drawls, leaning their shoulder against the chimney.
"When will you learn to read the damn time, you little-" Hero cuts off, an irritated growl escaping their lips.
"Uh-uh," Villain chuckles at their inability to curse out loud, their lips curling into an attractive annoying smirk. "As long as it annoys you, I don't see why I would."
"I hate you," Hero mutters under their breath, earning a scoff from Villain.
"No, you don't," they muse, watching Hero with an unreadable expression in their deep grey eyes. "You don't mean that."
"Yes, I do," Hero assures them, not quite believing their own words. Somehow, it matters more to convince Villain right now. They shake their head, getting up. "What did you want?"
Villain pauses, shrugging as they step away, keeping some distance between them. "I, um- wanted a fight?"
"Is that a question or a statement?" Hero quirks an eyebrow at them, but Villain avoids their gaze, and Hero's concern grows exponentially. "Villain, what's wrong?"
"I- can we move this inside?" They request, looking more sheepish than Hero has ever seen them. "Do you remember this place?" Villain adds, their voice sounding strained.
"Yes," Hero's response is barely audible through the loud drumming of the rain. They can feel their throat tightening, so they gesture for Villain to continue.
"I own the place now," Villain confesses, meeting Hero's gaze with their own. For a moment, Hero just stares at them, heart clenching at the flood of memories invading their mind like a rogue wave - unpredictable and devastating.
They don't respond; instead, they follow after Villain, careful not to trip on the familiar - now wet - stairs. Once they get inside, Villain leads them down a scarcely lit corridor until they reach the bathroom. Hero offers them a questioning look.
"Your clothes are drenched," Villain explains. "Take a shower, I'll lend you something to wear."
"The hell-" The door shuts in Hero's face, cutting their protest short. They sigh, glancing around the small bathroom with green tiled walls. It's still as cosy, and it's ripping their lungs out through their throat to be here again.
By the time they get out of the shower, the clothes are set out for them. Hero gets dressed, pausing to look at their reflection, clad in Villain's clothes. They run a hand through their hair and squeeze their eyes shut, willing themself not to think of the place they're in, the memories it holds and the way their heart clenches painfully in their chest at the thought of Villain choosing to buy their childhood home.
"Why?" Villain's head whips up at the question. They take Hero in, gulping before averting their eyes to the logs in the fireplace. "Why do you own this place?"
Because it was your home. Because it was the only home I knew. Because I couldn't bear to lose it the way I lost you. Because I...
"I wanted to," Villain opts for the safest answer, not daring to look at Hero, despite being aware of their presence in the room. The same room that held all of their happy moments gathered in four walls covered in flowers hand-painted by Hero's mom.
"That's not an answer," Hero argues, their brows furrowing. They feel conflicted yet relieved, and it's a strange combination.
"I know," Villain breathes out, burying their face in their hands. "I loved this place." I love you.
"I remember," Hero nods, coming to sit next to Villain's hunched form on the couch. "We loved having you here." They place a hand on Villain's back, rubbing it soothingly.
"Your mom sold it because of..." Villain mutters, but Hero doesn't allow them to complete the sentence, circling their wrists with cold fingers and pulling their hands away from their face.
"No," they state firmly, taking hold of Villain's chin and tilting it up. "Look at me," they demand. "She didn't do it because of you. She did it for me. I didn't want to keep living here. Not after-"
"I betrayed you," Villain nods shortly, their hands clenching in their lap. "I remember."
"Not after I lost my best friend," Hero corrects, letting go of their face. "Do you remember that as well?"
"Being your best friend?" Hero hums in confirmation, making bile rise in Villain's throat. "Of course I do."
"Anything else you might remember?" Hero questions, their tone too bitter even for their own taste. "Like how we spent every waking moment together, how you were the only person I could trust, how I shared my best and worst with you?"
"Everything," Villain lets out a heavy sigh, their beautiful grey eyes watering. How do I ever tell you? "I remember everything."
Hero stares at them, unable to stomach the disheartened expression weighing Villain's features. They know Villain deserves their cruelty but can't bring themself to press on.
"Well, then you should also remember how I've always managed to whoop your ass in a fight," Hero grins, pushing Villain back against the cushions in an attempt to ease the tension.
"Hey!" Villain protests, but just as they are about to get up, a pillow hits them square in the head. "Hero!"
"What?" Hero chuckles, flinging another pillow that hits Villain in the face. "You don't remember that small detail, you little shit?" They hiss, maintaining a playfull tone.
"Maybe not," Villain sneers, catching another weapon of Hero's flying in their direction. They look at it before glancing back up at Hero, their lips stretching into a wicked smirk. "But I do remember you're ticklish!"
"No, no, no!" Hero all but yelps the second Villain's fingers touch their sides. They try to wiggle away but end up falling to the floor with a strained groan mixed in with uncontrollable laughter.
Villain grins, sliding off the couch and landing on their knees over Hero, still tickling them as they hover above their nemesis. Though the victory doesn't last long because Hero manages to compose themself and grab Villain's wrists.
"I hate you," they murmur, staring up at Villain with a bated breath. They can hear their own heartbeat thundering in their temples like a wild bird in a cage of thorns.
"No, you don't," Villain mutters, glancing at Hero's lips before meeting their eyes again, barely restrained desire flaring in their eyes.
"No, I don't," Hero agrees, leaning up and capturing Villain's lips in an intense kiss, only to break it a moment later as they start to process what the actual fuck they are doing. "I-"
"Shut up," Villain growls, crushing their lips back on Hero's, one of their hands coming up to cup Hero's jaw.
"I'm not forgiving you just because you got the house back," they mutter, gripping the back of Villain's neck to keep them in place.
"I know," Villain drags their lips over Hero's jawline, leaving a trail of burning kisses in their wake.
Hero guides Villain's lips back to theirs, whispering between kisses. "And this doesn't mean we're friends."
"Wouldn't dream of it, baby," Villain lets out a soft whimper, earning a low chuckle from their enemy.
"Baby, huh?" Hero grins, feeling Villain melt in their arms.
"Fuck, I love the living lights out of you," Villain mutters, thinking out loud unfiltered. Once the realisation hits, their eyes widen in anticipation of just about anything in response.
Hero, however, does not hesitate, pulling Villain down on top of them and catching their lips in a deep kiss.
Part 2
Hi lovelies!
Based on the lovely request right here! Though it got a little out of hand :) I had been thinking about childhood friends turned enemies turned lovers for some time and this just evolved into that trope.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I can't even begin to tell you all of the obstacles I've had to go through in that time - might consider pouring all of my academic frustration into academic rivals stories at this point xD (You may send requests on the topic btw)
Anyway, I have a PhD now! Dr Sunny if you will :)
Well, I had my defense and the confirmation takes a few months... but my job is done and all is left is waiting and hopefully getting back to my hobbies. Missed this space so much. Missed interactions even more.
Love you guys.
Hopefully will get back to you with more writing now that I'm free.
Hiii! I love your hero x villain works! Could we get a part 2 of Talk? It’s such an interesting concept and I’m so curious on what would happen next! How does the reveal happen? Whats villains reaction to the fact he basically had hero mere inches from him and he’d been none the wiser?? Im SO CURIOUSSS
Talk | Part 2
Part 1
It had been almost two days since their last encounter when the Detective sensed a presence. They were sprawled out on their bed, reading a case file one of their colleagues was struggling with when movement caught their attention. They perked up, looking out the glass door leading to their balcony, raising a brow when they noticed a human-shaped addition to their railing. How the idiot managed to sit on the narrow strip of metal was beyond them. Still, Villain was nothing if not devoted to their presentation. Even if that meant acting as a goddamn owl in the middle of the night - on the fifth floor, no less.
The Detective smirks, making their way to the door, feet patting softly on the floorboards. Villain doesn't turn around when they step out onto the balcony, almost slipping on wet tile. They didn't even notice it had rained today. "Curiosity won, I take it?" They muse, leaning against the railing with their forearms, gaze trained on the darkened sky.
Villain regards them with a quick glance, only to turn away again. "Perhaps. Any intel you'd like to share?" The offer is met with a chuckle that earns an indignant frown from Villain. "You had time to research."
"What made you think I'd be looking into Hero's identity?" The Detective questions, regarding them with a quick once-over. "I made no promises."
Villain hums in acknowledgement. "You have not. But you did mention failing to research both them and me, which can mean one thing."
"That being?" They tear their eyes from Villain's profile and shift it forward with significant effort.
The response catches them off guard. "That you still are."
The Detective cocks an eyebrow at them, fingers curling against each other to hide their amused interest. "How so?"
"It's simple. The best detective in the forces has no clue about the identities of the two most influential people in the city. I bet your pride is challenged."
The Detective huffs, but their objection sounds an awful lot like justification. "That's a dangerous sort of information."
"True. But you can handle a risk, can't you?" Villain grins, peeking at them from the corner of their eye, and if the Detective didn't know any better, they'd call it flirty.
"Suppose. What of it?" The Detective tilts their head to the side, studying Villain's profile against the night sky, the dull light of the streetlights below barely illuminating their features.
"What if I help you unravel the mystery?" They suggest casually, as if it's the most normal thing on Earth for the city villain to assist in an investigation.
For a moment, the Detective looks pensive. "What's the catch?" They finally ask, their voice tainted with subdued wonder.
"No catch. It's a win-win situation, really," Villain claims, the corner of their mouth twitching, curling up at the victory soon to come. "We reveal Hero's identity to satiate my curiosity and satisfy your ego."
"But that's not enough to satisfy my ego," the Detective argues, a smirk forming on their lips in response to Villain's clever play, as if to say 'I see right through you'. "I need your identity as well."
"What for?" The question sounds almost genuine, but the Detective knows better than to trust Villain's innocent demeanour.
"For my ego, of course," the Detective muses, weaponising Villain's own words against them. "And as a safety precaution. Neither of you will try to hurt me if both your identities are at stake."
Villain hums, considering the notion before speaking again. "You think Hero would hurt you to know who I am?"
"I'm rather sure they'd kill to know," they assure, their voice carrying an underlying note of satisfaction - a meaning that Villain fails to decipher.
"Curious little cat, are they?" Villain smirks, shaking their head at Hero's implied obsession with their humble person.
"You're the one sitting on my railing," the Detective counters, raising their hands in mock surrender, but the teasing glint in their eyes earns a scoff from the disgruntled Villain.
"Shut up. Do you have any leads on me?"
The Detective nods, rubbing their chin thoughtfully. "Mom killed in a hit-and-run. Neglectful father. Troubled pre-teen with interest in academics and theatre. You disappear from records after that. New identity, I assume."
Villain's head bobs up and down in confirmation. "That's not half bad."
"Care to share why?" The Detective's eyes remain on them, unyielding and inquisitive as they study their Hero's nemesis.
"Why what?" Villain meets their intense gaze, not wavering. "New identity or career in villainy?"
The Detective barely lets them finish the question before responding. "Both."
"I was adopted, hence the new name and the clean slate," Villain explains, shrugging. "My new family wanted to clear my record to give me a chance without my past."
"Alright," the Detective murmurs, pensive. "And the villainy?"
"That hit-and-run," Villain pauses, taking a moment to find the right words before elaborating. "It was the son of the then-mayor. The moment he became the new mayor, my blood boiled."
The Detective exhales through their nose. "So you chose revenge from the other side?" If they were honest, they could understand the motive. Perhaps not the methods, but then again, all Villain usually did was scare the civilians, not actually harm them. Now the mayor certainly had blood on his hands.
"Pretty much. I cost the bastard everything that mattered to him," Villain explains and, for a brief moment, the Detective's eyes widen in horror at what they might have done. "It was only money and status that they cared for."
The Detective nods. Not surprising. "But what does Hero have to do with it? Why are you so hellbent on revealing them?" They ask, turning their body to face their opponent when a vague thought courses through their mind. The mayor lost the reelection to a new-dog candidate a week ago. Could it be? They take a deep breath to steady themself. Was the city now in the hands of the assumed villain? They suspected so and, much to their dread, the lead detective's intuition was rarely wrong.
Villain doesn't respond, silently marvelling at the city skyline. They had no answer. Just a simmering need to know. When they finally speak up, it sounds random to the Detective. "They stood me up once. Remember?"
"What?" They mumble, drawn out of their thoughts while their mind run through proof after proof.
Villain chuckles at the clueless expression on their face. "I scheduled a robbery. Notified the police, per usual. They didn't come."
"That's not-" The Detective's attempt to counter is interrupted mid-sentence.
"Disrespectful, really. I mean, I get it. Hero might be busy with other things. But that made me question what could be more important, and it seems to me they either have a very demanding job or are a public figure. Except, no doctor or firefighter would have the time for heroics at all. And a politician or celebrity wouldn't keep a mask on and hide their face when they can gain brownie points."
The Detective laughs, not surprised at the logical reasoning behind Villain's theory - they knew Villain was smart. "You've got some mad detective skills there."
"Thanks," Villain grins, satisfied with the praise for the lead detective and prepared to make their point. "But that led me to a conclusion."
"Oh?" The Detective tilts their head to the side, studying them with unbriddled interest.
"Hero had to be in the bank when I was robbing it," they state, their tone slow and deliberate, waiting for the reaction that their words will elicit.
It doesn't fail, because the Detective goes a little stiff in the shoulders, breath bated in their throat. "You think they wouldn't step in at that point?"
"Not if they could see me not harming anyone," Villain claims, watching them with an intensity of an idea that has already been formed, now seeking the smallest confirmation.
"You're unpredictable," the Detective argues, their voice hoarse. They avoid meeting Villain's gaze, only adding fuel to the fire of Villain's suspicion.
"That I am," the criminal muses with a smug smile stretching their lips. "But knowing Hero, they'd watch and wait until it was absolutely necessary to intervene before they risked revealing themself. Isn't that right, Detective?"
"Y-yes," they admit, with no way left to deflect. "We could run background checks on everyone in the building that day," they suggest in an attempt to seem unfazed and invested in the revelation.
"Oh, I already have," Villain ensures, turning to look at the Detective directly. "Wonder why that has never crossed your mind."
"Hunting you two is not exactly my main job," they try to divert the attention one last time, despite being fully aware it will fail. They were caught, and they knew it.
"As opposed to solving crimes and protecting the city from me?" Villain asks, their eyes narrowing with a playful sort of challenge.
"Excuse me?" The Detective fumbles through the words, their eyes widening comically.
"Don't act clueless, Hero," Villain demands, leaning impossibly closer as they stare Hero down. "You really had me fooled, but not anymore. Now look me in the eyes and tell me you don't know who I am."
"I-I don't," Hero stutters, too befuddled to deny the accusation or form a coherent refutal.
"Liar," Villain sings, their smirk turning downright wicked.
Part 1
A/N: Thank you so much for requesting a part 2! This quite literally pulled me out of a writer's block. It was like being struck by lightning xD I've got some amazing requests to work on, hopefully this will be the start of being productive again. Hope you guys enjoy this!
Thank you~
@sp00kyssscary you might find this interesting, seeing as you had requested the first part. Excuse me the unprompted tag :)
