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Warnings: gay sex, romance, & everything revolving around those terms, Explicit sexual content, chastity, proper BSDM conduct, age gap couple, cursing/swear words, dominance displays/corresponding submission, tied up, overstim, sappy sweet aftercare, very brief hinting at past potential sexual assault (if you squint very, very hard), descriptions of body piercings (including intimate areas, if you catch my drift) & tattoos, Vigilante being an absolute brat, etc.
This AU involves characters from the Injured Sidekick series. Soooooo many people kept wanting me to write gay stuff, so here it is (my greatest attempt at it, at least)
NOTE: 90% of this was actually written by my bestie @violynnnn, and they gave me the half-complete story in hopes I could finish it, which I have. So I can't take full credit for this. THANK YOU VIOLYN FOR ALLOWING ME TO WRITE THE REST OF THIS FOR YOU!! I HOPE IT LIVES UP TO YOUR DREAMS & EXPECTATIONS! A little bit of cringe and a little bit of kink goes a long way in this story XD
(Also, 🎀 anon, a little birdie told me you've been looking forward to this one... so I think this will be a nice treat for you 😉)
UGH I AM NEVER WRITING ANYTHING IN PRESENT-TENSE EVER AGAIN THOUGH. It was so hard to match you on this one, Violyn, but I think the result turned out quite well. Enjoy!
“I didn’t know you could cook,” Vigilante remarks through a mouthful of food.
“Is it alright?” Henchman calls from over his shoulder, turning away to set a stack of dishes back in the sink, “It’s not too hot?”
“No, it’s perfect,” Vigilante decides, spearing a shrimp from his plate and turning it on his fork. Although he’s facing away, he can still see the smile that tugs at the corners of Henchman’s face at the compliment.
“Thank you,” Henchman says, “I made quite a few seafood recipes during my time in the navy. And quite often, Kung Pao shrimp.”
It’s rare that Vigilante catches Henchman at a time he’s willing to talk about his time spent overseas. And he supposes it must be because of the natural intimate setting they’re already in.
It had been weeks now that the two had waited for a chance to have a proper date. Even more, one where they could actually use the hideout’s kitchen. It’d taken far more patience than Vigilante had to wait for a night that Medic and Villain were already out, and both Sidekick and Assistant were too busy to eat with the remaining team members.
They hadn’t exactly tried to be secretive about their relationship, but they figured it was probably safer to wait and tell them after the two had gotten a steady relationship. With Villain and Medic so absorbed in each other, Assistant obsessed with the new guy she was texting, and Sidekick blissfully oblivious, it was a piece of cake.
Seeing as the start of their relationship was nothing less than confusing to Vigilante, their choice to wait only served him in the long run.
It started with a particularly uncalled-for comment from Henchman shortly after Vigilante had cut out Hero’s tongue. He explained the happenings to him and was surprised to see how curious Henchman turned out to be about Vigilante’s time with Hero.
When Henchman asked about Vigilante’s scars when he’d mentioned how he pointed them out to Hero before committing to cutting out his tongue, Vigilante explained each one he had.
“This gnarly one on the side of my face,” Vigilante reached up to trace a line from the side of his nose to his jaw, “this was the last one he gave me before I left.”
“Still a handsome face,” Henchman noted, so seriously yet quietly, it had Vigilante doing a double-take.
Slowly, one comment turned into many, and Vigilante found himself reciprocating them. Teasingly — of course — and never truly serious himself. But when he did finally question if it was just a game or not, Vigilante found that his interest turned to infatuation and there was little he could do to hold him back from Henchman, despite the man being nothing less than a decade older than him.
“I have heard…” Henchman starts, joining him at the table and bringing him back to reality, “that shrimp is a common aphrodisiac. As well as those chilies.”
“What’s that?” Vigilante cocks his head to the side before taking another bite.
“It’s what people consider to be… a very mild love potion, but it only heightens someone’s libido,” Henchman explains, swirling the wine in his glass, “however, many people say it’s really just a placebo effect.”
“I mean…” Vigilante raises his brows suggestively, “I wouldn’t discredit that so easily.”
Henchman cracks a smile, “I see my cooking has seduced you.”
“I guess it has,” he replies, pausing for a minute to gather his words. “So… what do you think?”
Henchman narrows his eyes. “About…?”
“About tonight, obviously.”
Another pause.
“Ah,” Henchman finally says. “I hoped you would ask.”
“Yeah?”
Vigilante was a bit worried to do so, if he were to be entirely honest. Henchman might be just as enthusiastic as he, but he looked like he could tear him to shreds in an instant, and Vigilante already knew Henchman’s taste for intimacy was a bit foreign to him.
“But… I will warn you once,” Henchman lowers his voice, “I am not gentle.”
“That’s how I like it.”
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Once in Henchman’s room, Vigilante’s eyes anxiously wander towards the bed, noting the towel spread across it. Instinctively, he points towards it, his expression curious.
“What, you’re gonna dry me off after?” Vigilante asks.
“I don’t sleep in dirtied sheets,” Henchman explains, without explicitly voicing that he knows they’ll be dirtied afterwards, “What were you expecting?”
“I…” Vigilante opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. “I don’t know…”
“Your first time with a man?” Henchman inquires, shutting and locking the door behind him.
Vigilante snort-laughs. “Obviously not. But I take it, it might be for you?”
Henchman’s face falls, clearly not so appreciative of the assumption. “Not for… a very long time now.” For a minute, he seems to slip out of body to somewhere reminiscent, softening his eyes and voice.
And then he’s back, alert as ever again, re-orienting himself to their situation.“Do you know your safe-words, Vigilante?”he asks, pressing his lips together in concern.
“No, I must have forgotten them,” Vigilante remarks, remembering the way Henchman had drilled them into his head as if to ensure he would recite them on his deathbed.
Red to stop. Yellow to slow. Green to keep going. You are to voice one and only one of these whenever I ask you how you are. Not another word.
Henchman sighs, only mildly amused. “Tell me your safe words.”
“Green and red,” he smiles proudly.
“…And?” Henchman prompts.
“Yes, daddy.”
Henchman takes a slow breath, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “Yellow,” he corrects.
“Oh, yeah, yellow.” Vigilante feigns remembrance.
“You cannot forget these,” Henchman forces out through grit teeth, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I don’t know if I could live with myself if you did.”
For a moment,his touch exterior melts away, leaving a glimpse of a grief-riddled, terrified version of himself. And it frightens Vigilante just as much to see that face, it has him vowing to never forget, when he sees the pain in Henchman’s brown eyes, wide with sincerity before the moment is over and he is once again himself.
“I won’t,” Vigilante whispers.
“Good,” Henchman approves, seeming to regain confidence in his partner. “Now strip,” he commands, expectantly looking at Vigilante as if he’s to instantly do so without question.
Playfully, Vigilante steps towards him instead, an insufferable smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth when he teasingly rests his hands on Henchman’s chest instead.
“So soon?” he teases, reaching to the hem of Henchman’s shirt.
“Yes,” Henchman brushes off Vigilante’s hands and steps back, “I’m not going to fight you on this.”
“Mhm,” Vigilante hums, “what if I want you to?”
Henchman says nothing, and it’s a response in itself, clear as day.
“Fine,” Vigilante grumbles, only now obliging. He’s not nervous about getting bare in front of Henchman. He already knows he’s attractive — he’d been told many times before. But knowing how safe he is with Henchman fosters the perfect place to tease him, just a touch.
“Can I leave my socks on?” Vigilante isn’t expecting a serious answer, but Henchman gives one.
“You’re allowed to leave on whatever you wish. I won’t force you.”
With Henchman’s eyes quietly glossing over him, Vigilante quickly throws his clothes off to the side apart from his socks, revealing a mural of weapons inked into his skin, ready to be called upon at any time.
“You have a…” Henchman locks his jaw, eyes trailing down his lithe figure, “Jacob’s ladder?”
“Yeah,” Vigilante looks down, his tongue swiping over the top row of his teeth. There’s at least ten piercings stuck into various places throughout his body. Four bars lined like a ladder on the underside of his length, and a fifth below his tip. “It’s hot as fuck, right?”
Henchman looks genuinely taken by surprise — a state of being that Vigilante has scarcely seen him as. He already knew Vigilante has piercings; he’d seen the outline of some on his chest through his shirt.
But this?
It has Henchman breathing heavily, struggling to collect himself as he fights to reply.
“…Yes,” he remembers what he was to say before he was so brazenly distracted. “Now I just have one rule for you.” He pauses, looking Vigilante in the eye. “Can you remember one for me?”
Oh, God, Vigilante thinks. He’d never been spoken to like this, the bluntness has his heart pounding at the feeling of being directed around.
“Uh-huh.” He numbly nods.
“You are not to touch me where I cannot see.”
Odd, Vigilante thinks, but understandable for what he knows of Henchman. He knows the man hates being caught off-guard, and even more so, being kept unaware of his surroundings. The request has him wondering if there’s a request he should have for himself, but nothing comes to mind. So Vigilante answers with a simple, “sure.”
With nothing more from him, Vigilante feels his confidence shy away under Henchman’s heavy gaze. Only now does he glance away, getting a closer look at the rest of the room, and he realizes this is the first time he’s so much as stepped inside.
The flooring seems to be made of a rich rosewood, but it’s hard to tell in dim lighting. There’s moulding covering every wall, similar to Villain’s room, although these walls have been painted darker. And with so few pieces of furniture in here, the space is almost eerie.
“Get on the bed,” Henchman breaks the silence, turning away to shed his coat and step out of his shoes.
Vigilante’s jaw drops, shocked at the immediacy that Henchman takes things.
“I’m not going to ask you again.”
So he swallows his pride, and with it, his will to brat as he makes for the middle of the bed, sitting on his knees in the very center, where his weight makes the bed and the towel dip under his weight.
At the door, Henchman takes a key out of his pocket and with it, unlocks a drawer at the bottom of a cabinet built into the wall towards the entrance of the room. This cabinet has always piqued Vigilante’s interest, but not so much as to ever ask Henchman about it. So it’s safe to say he’s thoroughly surprised when out of it comes a small silver trinket.
Habitually, Vigilante’s lips form into a question before he can get a good look, something turning in his gut when he finally recognizes it.
“You wouldn’t mind if I locked you up, no?” Henchman asks, “Not for a little bit?”
Vigilante feels himself nod immediately. He’s not used to seeing this side of Henchman, teasing him so and being almost… lighthearted for once. It’s like when Vigilante submits his control into his hands, Henchman can only now allow himself to loosen up, even when the night was yet to prove very eventful.
“Good,” Henchman nodded, steering his attention back over towards Vigilante, approaching him with a silver gleam coming from the inside of one fist, and a tiny key and a few feet of rope in the other.
“It’s not going to hurt, right?” Vigilante worried, glancing down at himself as if to check if he would fit.
Henchman shrugs. “It might.”
And it does, just for a second before Vigilante gets situated.
“Are you sitting comfortably?” Henchman asks, kneeling before him so that they’re facing each other.
“…No.” Vigilante admits, shifting to cross his legs under him and sit on his feet, “This is better.”
“You look wonderful,” Henchman approves, eyes wandering over him in this new position before drawing close, splitting his legs over Vigilante’s and resting his weight on him.
Vigilante was expecting Henchman to be far heavier, but it’s a bearable weight, enough so that his worries start to fade.
“Were you going to…?” Vigilante gestures to Henchman’s boxers, still yet to be taken off.
“Later,” Henchman answers, fitting the key between his teeth and out of Vigilante’s access.
“That’s not fair!” Vigilante protests before he realizes what he’d said. “I want to see you.” His hands move to Henchman’s back, as if to insist his case with his touch.
“--Don’t,” Henchman gently directs Vigilante’s hands away again, towards the straining force against his waistband, “not ‘ere I can’t see.”
“Sorry,” Vigilante squeaks, watching as Henchman pulls himself out of the folds of fabric. “Oh my God,” he breathes, admiring how every part of Henchman, in fact, is built like a Greek god. Henchman only hums in reply, bringing his hand to his mouth to spit into his palm and fingers before curving his arm around Vigilante’s hip.
Without warning, Vigilante feels his fingers prod at his entrance, forcing inside of him.
“How doesh’ it feel?” Henchman asks, his other hand grabbing onto Vigilante’s waist with an iron grip that has him thinking it’ll soon bruise there.
“It burns,” Vigilante whines, the fire on his skin spreading deep inside him and up his spine.
“I know it does,” Henchman assures, voice slurred from the key in his mouth. He doesn’t make a noise of acknowledgment when Vigilante copies the motion, bringing his own hand to his lips and back down to Henchman.
“Harder, darling, y’re not going to break me,” Henchman instructs, slipping another finger inside when Vigilante’s hands wrap around him through the pain, eventually melting into pleasure.
After a minute, Henchman asks him how he is and Vigilante suddenly realizes the importance of those safe-words, for he wouldn’t be aware of how he was feeling beyond the physical sensation had it not been for Henchman’s asking.
“I…” he takes a moment to reassess himself, “I’m green.”
“Good,” Henchman increases his pace and Vigilante wishes he didn’t feel himself build so quickly.
“Fuck — Henchman,” he grunts, his movements over him mirroring in intensity, “I thought you said it’s been awhile.”
Henchman breathes a laugh, his demeanor not yet cracking, but Vigilante can feel how he’s climbing too. “Yes, it’s been ‘while,” he agrees, “Won’t last long.”
Vigilante can see that, when he starts to spill over almost immediately after. And god, when he sees it, he wants to be let to finish.
“--Please,” he gasps without thinking.
“Well, will you look at that,” Henchman chuckles, making himself as deep as possible until Vigilante’s a heaving mess, “So quick. And ‘e’ve barely started.”
“Please,” he repeats, taking his hands off Henchman to try and pull off the metal, although the attempt is fruitless. “What do you want?”
“Mh,” Henchman only smiles, “you’re givin’ me it. You’re a sight, you know that?”
“Yeah, well it’d be n-nice if I could be a little more… than a memory to get off to.” Vigilante pants when the pressure in him only speeds up, “And, I dunno… actually get off instead.”
Henchman obliges, taking the key and allowing Vigilante what he’d wanted, only to immediately take both his wrists in one fist, pulling them away from himself.
“Don’t touch yourself,” Henchman practically growls, grabbing the rope at their side and looping it around Vigilante’s wrists before he was aware of what was happening.
“W-what..?” Vigilante worries before his snarky side has time to react. “You know I can just cut through these, right?” he asks, pointing with little dexterity to the throwing stars inked into his chest.
“Not on your hands and knees, no.” There’s the distant clatter of Henchman tossing aside the cage and key as he gets off Vigilante and gestures for him to replicate the position. “Go on.”
Vigilante’s jaw falls slack, automatically moving to fulfill it, turning around and supporting himself on his elbows and knees, where his hands have nowhere to grab a weapon from, and he’s splayed vulnerable for Henchman. In return, his hair is fisted into a strong grip and his face is pushed into the pillow in front of him. There’s a whine in complaint, but nothing else distinguishable enough to count.
“If you must scream, I won’t have you let the rest of the team hear it,” Henchman explains, letting go of his head and expecting him to stay in that position. “Keep your mouth muffled.” And he does, when Henchman kneels behind him, his hands holding Vigilante’s hips in place before fitting inside him in one smooth motion.
“And you may come now, but I won’t stop when you do,” Henchman continues. If Vigilante thought his waist were about to bruise before, it’s inevitable now with the strength in Henchman’s grip as he makes a force in and out of him.
“--O…Okay,” Vigilante’s mouth opens idly, panting through what he feels building. “I’m close.” He bites down on the pillow to muffle the loud moan that escapes him when Henchman picks up speed and sets a brutal pace.
It's heaven and hell all at once, tearing him apart inside – it feels so good, but it also hurts. He craves more, his breaths rough and ragged while henchman drives him deeper into the bed with every thrust.
As Vigilante predicts, he doesn't last long, painting the towel under him in a sticky white mess within minutes. His vision goes dark for a heartbeat, a wave of euphoric ecstasy rolling over him.
He writhes under Henchman as he comes down from the high, the friction and stimulation starting to feel overwhelming in the wake of the orgasm. Soft whines escape him with each push and he bites down harder on the pillow to keep from screaming.
But true to his word, Henchman doesn’t stop. He keeps on thrusting into Vigilante’s increasingly oversensitive body, showing no signs of slowing, and Vigilante’s body instinctively shifts back onto him to meet him with every movement.
Vigilante eventually loses track of how many times he’s climaxed, and how many times he's felt Henchman do the same inside him.
But after what feels like forever, Henchman finally pulls out, leaving him feeling hollow and empty in the space Henchman had taken up within him. His insides are tingling and raw in a way he’s never experienced before in the absence, and he takes a second to bask in the feeling, exhausted and spent and sprawled limply on the mattress.
Vigilante’s body is sore and shaking, but in a good way, and a delicious shiver runs up his spine when he feels Henchman trail his fingers down the vertebrae from his neck to his tailbone.
“Still green?” Henchman asks with an amused chuckle.
Vigilante considers the question for a moment, but eventually decides, “green.” Then, “do I get a turn to top?”
Henchman patted the back of his thigh knowingly. “I don’t think your body can handle that right now. Maybe we can save that idea for another night.”
Vigilante feels an embarrassed blush dust his cheeks, knowing the man is right. No matter how much his mind wants to keep going, to experience what it’s like to be in a dominant position on top of Henchman, his physical body has reached its limit. Anything more would be too overstimulating.
“Shall I get you cleaned up?” Henchman glances down Vigilante, eyes lingering on the evidence of the mess Vigilante’s created on the towel, visible near his hips.
“No,” Vigilante excuses, “I can do it myself.”
It’s abundantly clear that this is not true when he twists his side just barely in an attempt to sit up, only to get a sharp jolt of pain, his tender sides screaming at him in protest at the movement. He caves and flops back down onto his stomach, grinding his teeth together and waiting for the pain to subside. Damn, had they really done it that roughly??? Now that the peak of the adrenaline was fading, the aches became more noticeable.
“I can see that,” Henchman chuckles. Although he may fuck like a demon, his touch is shockingly gentle now, as he scoops Vigilante into his arms and carries him into the bathroom leading from the side of his bedroom.
Vigilante initially squawks in protest, startled, but doesn’t snark when he’s placed on the cold tile floor, watching as Henchman turns the hot water on for the bath.
Within minutes the tub is filled, and after Henchman checks the temperature with a hand, he nods to himself, seeming satisfied with it.
He turns to Vigilante, probably about to help him get in, but frowns down at his feet, which still have their socks on.
“May I take these off?” Henchman asks, already reaching for them.
“No,” Vigilante responds defiantly, just to see what happens. “I want to keep my socks on.”
Henchman looks very, very caught off guard by the request, his expression absolutely horrified for a beat before he schools it to be casually composed like usual.
“What kind of psychopath wears socks in a bath???” he mutters in disbelief.
Vigilante gave him the most shit-eating grin ever. “Me, obviously,” he snarks playfully. “I’m the sexy badass that wears socks in baths.”
The corner of Henchman’s mouth twitches, and before Vigilante can react he is scooped off the floor and dumped ungracefully into the warm water, socks and all.
His head goes under, and he comes up sputtering, gaping at Henchman in mock shock, along with a hint of genuine surprise.
“The sheer audacity!” Vigilante gasps dramatically. Then, with an even bigger grin, he violently shakes his head like a dog, spraying water everywhere.
Henchamb shields his face with a hand, and rolls his eyes good-naturedly when it's over.
“I swear you act like such a toddler sometimes,” he sighs like an overworked parent.
“Mhm, but you love me anyway," Vigilante cooed teasingly, reaching over the edge of the tub to ruffle Henchman's hair – and promptly regretting it when pain spikes down his lower back at the stretch.
He retreats from the gesture, leaning against the back of the tub and sliding up to his neck in the water with a satisfied moan as the heat soothes the ache in his muscles.
His lazy eyes track Henchman’s movements as the man grabs a rag and some soap, leaning over him to clean his naked body from the legs up.
“Do I get to have this princess treatment aftercare every time we fuck?” Vigilante ventures teasingly, shuddering lightly when the rag is dragged between his thighs. The texture of the cloth feels weird on his hyper-sensitive skin.
Henchman laughs softly. “No can do, princess. You’re on your own next time.”
Vigilante gave him the best puppy eyes he could muster. “What if I asked reeeeaaaally nicely?"
“Since when do you ever ask for anything nicely?"
“For you I would,” Vigilante retorts defensively.
Henchman cocks his head to the side with a lopsided smile. “If you can sweet-talk me hard enough… we’ll see.” He leans over further to reach Vigilante’s side, and Vigilante’s intrusive thoughts suddenly take over. Vigilante’s always had bad impulse control.
Henchman may be built like a tank, and Vigilante may not have superstrength, but Henchman was naturally already off-balance from leaning over the tub – so with minimal effort, Vigilante swiftly grabs his arms and drags him into the bath with him.
Henchman lets out a startled shout, soapy water sloshing out of the tub in big waves as his weight lands on top of Vigilante. He ends up straddling Vigilante’s thighs, one giant hand planted on Vigilante’s chest to balance himself as he stares down at him with wide, surprised eyes, now equally as wet.
Then, Henchman lets out a single laugh, and harshly flicks one of the piercings on Vigilante’s Jacob’s ladder in retaliation.
“Cheeky bastard,” he rumbles.
Vigilante gives him the most innocent doe-eyes ever. “I’m just being helpful,” he says meekly. “You need to get cleaned up too, don’t you?” His hand trails down to Henchman’s length, gently rubbing off some of the sticky mess Vigilante had left on it.
Henchman twitches, pupils dilating, but doesn’t try to stop him.
Vigilante takes that as a sign to keep going.
“Vigilante…” the name glides off Henchman’s accented tongue. “May I kiss you?”
Vigilante was taken aback by the question in light of how rough Henchman had been with him not even thirty minutes ago.
“You just came inside me,” he chuckles, “you don’t have to ask.”
So Henchman does.
He leans down and kisses him like he’s trying to permanently reshape Vigilante’s mouth, like his lips were not made to do anything else. He kisses like he’s hungry and looking to be satisfied, like he’s been waiting for this for as long as he’s lived. He kisses like he’s trying to prove a point, like he’s trying to communicate with only the reality of verbs and shapes his lips form into.
When Vigilante tenses at the intensity, Henchman doesn’t shy away. If anything, he’s trying to show him that it’s okay to want this, to lean into this, that he wants Vigilante as much as he’s wanted himself.
Vigilante finally melts against him, parting his lips to let Henchman slide his tongue between his teeth and explore his mouth.
By the end of everything, the whole bathroom was covered in water, the towel on the mattress was gone, and it was a full hour later that they were both done and redressed, finally sitting together on Henchman's bed again like nothing happened, basking in companionable silence.
Or at least, that’s how it was until Henchman asked an unexpected question, breaking the calm stillness surrounding them both.
“Before Villain recruited you, Vigilante, you were working for Hero, yes?”
Vigilante was drawn from his thoughts, glancing warily at his partner. “Yeah.”
“I wonder sometimes…” Henchman tilts his head to the side, turning to look at him directly. “Did Hero… ever use you quite like he did to Sidekick?”
Vigilante seems confused for a moment, but it quickly melts into grim understanding mixed with a faint flicker of surprise. “How… did you… know that?” His voice cracked, revealing the horror buried deep in his tone.
“Surely you know by now it’s no secret,” Henchman added, frowning at his reaction.
“…”
“Villain told me,” Henchman sighs in Vigilante’s silence.
Vigilante finally whispers out a soft, quiet, “oh…”
“…” Henchman raises an eyebrow expectantly, letting the silence speak for him.
“He didn’t,” Vigilante eventually replies, expression taut with grief and phantom pain. “My experience with Agency before I joined Villain was bad, but never that bad.”
Henchman nods.
Vigilante tries to keep up the conversation, obviously a little uncomfy with the sudden quiet. They could use a topic change anyway, so he softly clears his throat and goes for it.
“And… before you joined Villain yourself, I know you had some bad encounters with Agency too…?” he cautiously ventures, testing if he’ll hit any nerves.
Henchman nods again, though slower this time, looking suddenly lost in a memory.
Vigilante, curious, but unsure of what questions to ask to hear what he wants to know about, starts with the almighty, “…before you… met me…” he loses his confidence, taking a deep breath to compose himself before continuing, “was there… someone else?”
“I was married, yes,” Henchman answered simply.
“…” Vigilante fell silent, mulling over that bit of information for awhile.
“They were my drill Sargent,” Henchman eventually elaborates. “We had to keep it a very close secret until I was promoted.”
“...”
Henchman, noticing Vigilante’s sudden insecurity, continued with; “you are not them. And you do not replace them. But I see some similarities.”
Vigilante quirks an eyebrow curiously, but doesn’t pry.
Henchman takes that as a cue that he was moving the conversation in the right direction.
“For one, you were both the most stubborn pains in the ass I’ve ever met in my entire life,” he chuckles, feeling the tension in the air lighten up. “Stubborn, strong-willed, loyal… you remind me a lot of them, actually. Though their will to stay alive was much stronger than yours, you reckless idiot.”
Vigilante chuckles at the thought. “You seem drawn to difficult people, if those are your standards.”
Henchman laughs softly. “Guess I like a challenge. Difficult people are hard to tame, but not impossible.”
“Oh?” Vigilante smirks playfully. He leans over and blows a small puff of warm air into Henchman’s ear, making Henchman flinch in surprise, while Vigilante only snickered mischievously. “Am I enough of a challenge to your taste?”
Henchman’s lips curl up into a crooked smile. He grabs a handful of Vigilante’s hair and yanks him so that he lands flat on his back on the mattress, with Henchman looming over him.
“Yes,” Henchman replies bluntly with a low chuckle. “You are.”
OH YES you matched what i had written so well thank you so much jumpy for all the time and effort you put into making my vision come to live. All love WOWOOWOWOOWWOWOWOWOWOWOOWOOWWOWOOWOW it turned out inexplicably better than i had envisioned !!!! <3
Also- I love the way you draw fabric and hair. It's very fabulous!!
I don't know if you mean traditionally or digitally, so here's what I use for both:
For traditional drawing, I usually use a Papermate Clear Point 0.7 mm lead pencil. Specifically, one I've had for about a decade now. I might have a bit of an attachment to it. There's a messy part where someone borrowed it, immediately broke it, and I glued it together to keep using it instead of just using another one. (¬‿¬;)
If I don't have it, then I prefer anything with 0.7 mm lead. If I line, it's with Pigma Micron pens or a dip pen with the G nib.
For digital drawing, I use the iiro pen on CSP for both sketching and lining, but as far as I'm aware, it's no longer on the store.
And thank you so much for the compliment!◝(˶ᵔᗜᵔ˶)◜
Hi!!! I just think your art is so wonderful and amazing and marvelous and lovely and i love the way you draw Elliott honestly youre my favorite artist that draws him
It’s so cozy and peaceful and interesting and there’s such good movement and character and emotion and AAHHH I LOVE IT
