#I think I kinda missed the point of the ask hggg

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hullooo if you are still requests can i ask for a dramatic fight into lets make out afterwards in secret please

Have a nice day night and i love your writing 💖💖

“Do you have a visual?” The hero panted so hard they thought they were going to throw up.

“No,” they wheezed into their communicator, clawing their weapon. They felt like they would lose their voice and consciousness sooner than anticipated. “I have nothing.”

“Fine. Keep going,” their superior ordered, cutting the line quickly. Of course the hero had been in the field countless times. They were experienced more than most heroes. But they had underestimated the villain. The villain they usually bickered and flirted with.

They hadn’t known that their favourite conversationist was also this strong. What a terrible way to find out.

Obviously, the villain was an asshole and the hero did not like them. But they had to admit that there was more to them than the label villain.

The hero wasn’t terribly hurt — not yet — but they could tell it was only a question of time. There was no reinforcement. Their enemy was ruthless. They were completely alone. It was unfair in a sense but the hero also knew their duties. They couldn’t complain now, they knew what it was.

When they finally found the courage to leave their hideout, they wanted to gulp at the plain sight of the city’s district. Ash was in the air, smoke rose from the buildings, cars were afire.

It was like the whole city was dipped into fog.

And they couldn’t even last a second without being attacked.

It knocked the air out of their lungs right away when the villain managed to kick them to the ground. The hero rasped out of pain, holding the pulsing side of their torso the villain had violated.

“They’re sending the pretty ones now, are they?” the villain purred lovingly as they loomed over them. “What a waste.”

“I’m gonna—” a cough “—stop you.”

“Cute.” They bent down, wiping a bit of blood from the hero’s cheek. “I’d like to see you tr—”

It wasn’t the hero’s best idea but it was worth a shot. They were exhausted. They couldn’t fight ten different villains in one week anymore. They didn’t like working without seeing the end of their shift.

So they grabbed the villain. Yanked them on top of them. And kissed them.

When they thought about this moment the following weeks, the embarrassing realisation conjured that they might have done it because they were lonely and touch-starved. They hadn’t held another human in months. They felt so pathetic.

It came as a surprise though how quickly the villain was willing to drop their violent behaviour. At first they were evidently confused, moaning some blurred version of the hero’s name into their enemy’s mouth but still being inexplicably compliant.

They let them kiss them more times than innocence should allow. It was way too intimate to be just a distraction. Maybe the hero didn’t want this to be true but they truly needed this. They needed contact, they needed a pause.

The hero could feel their cheeks burn.

However, a sharp pain shot right through them when the villain grabbed the side of the hero’s stomach they had kicked.

Instantly, the hero tensed and hissed as their enemy’s fingertips ghosted over the forming bruises.

“Fuck—” They accidentally bit into the villain’s bottom lip and they dreaded everything might be over soon and they would actually not get out of this alive. But the villain only grinned.

“You’re adorable.” They squeezed the hero’s flesh again, shooting nausea through their enemy’s entire body. “So cute when you squirm.”

“Asshole,” the hero hissed but it only made the villain hum contently. When they went in for another kiss, they were gentler, avoiding the hero’s stomach and concentrating on their throat.

“You got stronger,” the hero whispered. The villain was on the best track to suck some hickeys into the hero’s skin. It was insane how all of this had happened so fast. In one moment the hero was close to death and now…

“Maybe,” they murmured. “Maybe I did.”

Their hand closed around the hero’s throat gently, holding them in place without much force. It was farcical how good the villain was at what they were doing. They must’ve had a lot of lovers.

The hero felt a bit helpless with a thought like that ghosting around the back of their mind.

“Is it a new strategy?” the hero asked, rather out of breath.

“Don’t fucking do this,” the villain warned softly. Their voice was deep enough to send a shiver down the hero’s spine. “Don’t try to get information out of me now. My brain isn’t working very well and I love this moment way too much to let it be ruined by you.”

The hero blinked.

When their enemy didn’t answer, the villain looked up.

“Got it, love?” they asked.

“Yes — yes, of course.”