#flustered villain

[0vinosparv]

You know what would be hilarious and awesome? A villain made completely out of fire, inside and out (with some human features of course). Why you ask?

I can just imagine the hero going “Damn why are you so hot?” and the villain is either extremely confused or extremely flustered, or both.

[wh3nturtlesfly]

“I never knew someone like you could look so-” Villain paused, enraptured with the form before them. Beneath the high arches of the study Hero emerged, expensive fabrics perfectly draped around their form. The perfect cover for the perfect heist, though despite their preparations Villain had never thought Hero would play the part so well.

A smirk played across Hero’s lips, “Look so…what? You do know it’s proper to finish your sentences.” They strolled forward, easily towering over the Villain who couldn’t help but blush. Hero knew what they were doing. Mission or not this was a game to them, and Villain was losing horribly.

They nearly lost their resolve when Hero’s hand rose to cup their cheek, gloved fingers tracing the sharp line of their jaw. Villain’s breath hitched despite themselves. “Come on Villain,” Hero grinned, “If we’re going to be partners I’ve got to know what you’re thinking.” They leaned closer, warm breath fanning across Villain’s neck, “Can’t have you going rogue.”

The words sent a shiver up Villain’s spine. One glance up and they knew they had been defeated. Hero’s eyes flickered as they smirked down on them.

Villain sighed, “Beautiful. I was going to say beautiful.”

“That’s right,” Hero backed off with a grin, waving a hand behind them as they passed through the doorway, “Hurry up now. We can’t be late when there’s a party to crash.”

Villain was quick to follow.

[questioningwriter]

(Morally grey pt 3 wasn't ready, so you have this.)

(I've like 3 unfinished works. Why do I do this to myself)

Trapped

"Let me out!" Villain shook the bars of the cell. "I'm serious, let me out of here!"

From the cell across from them, Hero glared. "Shut up." They snapped. "Do you really think that Supervillain will release us just because you asked them too?"

"Well, it's worth a shot." Villain defended themselves. "Unless you have a better plan?"

Before Hero could respond, the hatch above them opened, and Supervillain dropped down. "Aww, are you two bonding?" They teased. "How adorable."

"Ah, if it isn't the motherfucker themselves." Villain taunted. "Why don't you go do something productive for once in your life and go get some-"

Supervillain wrapped a hand around their throat before they could finish, slamming Villain against the bars. "You want to repeat that?" They growled in Villain's ear.

"Leave them alone!" Hero shouts. Supervillain turned to face the crime fighter, but kept their grip on Villain's throat.

"Really?" Supervillain dropped Villain, who fell to the ground, gasping for breath, to walk over to Hero. "And what will you do if I decide to break them?"

"You won't get that far." Hero snarled. "Because I'll stop you."

And Hero ripped the cell door off it's hinges and smacked Supervillain with it, sending them into the wall. Villain gaped as the hero stepped out of their sell and rifled through the unconscious criminals pockets.

"Uh, Hero?" The crime stopper turned to face their nemesis. "Can I ask you something - what the actual fuck?"

Hero cocked their head. "I don't see a problem?" They said.

"I do!" Villain gestured to the door. "Why the hell didn't you do that earlier?"

"...Because I can only do it when I feel strong emotions like anger." Hero said, shrugging as they dragged Supervillain into another empty cell, closing the door after they left.

Villain could only gape. "So how did you do it this time?" They asked.

In response, Hero's gaze darkened. and they strode over. "Because of this." They traced the spot where Supervillain's fingers had left bruises on Villain's neck. "They hurt you. And the only one who can hurt you is me."

"I..." Villain's jaw was slack. "I... uh..."

Hero chucked, before walking away, heading for the trapdoor.

"Wha- wait!" Villain called. "Where are you going? Let me out!"

Hero turned. "I don't think it'll kill you to wait a little longer, will it?"

They left, leaving Villain with their thoughts and an unconscious supervillain.

[ashiristic]

okay so a hero x villain where villain comes to kidnap hero but they find hero in a realllly bad condition (like the proper medical emergnecy thing) and so instead of kidnapping hero they take them to their lair to cure them or something i don't know but pleasee a wholesome ending i'm sick of tragedy

Before the hero could open their eyes, pain struck the hero's entire body, leaving them helpless in the gentle embrace of a warm bed and fluorescent light above them. The pungent smell of herbal medicine and the metallic scent of blood mixed permeated the air, helping the hero distinguish that someone helped them after bleeding out in the dark corner of the street.

They silently groaned as the pain continued to travel down their body as if dominoes of misery were pushed down every time they shifted a finger or two. The hurried footsteps and shattering of glass on the floor indicated a sign of life in the room; the hero cannot help but feel relieved as the person began soothing them while injecting an unknown liquid into their body. The said liquid eased the pain, enough for them to open their eyes. 

"Does it still hurt?" the familiar voice said, it was playful yet worry laced in its tone. The hero sighed, glancing at the person sitting at their bedside. They don't look like a doctor or a specialist, and they are someone nobody would trust; especially with their life. But they couldn't deny the villain's docile face would change a person's mind, instead of a smirk— they would look attractive with a gentle demeanor. Though the villain wanted to embody a confident mad scientist trope, they look like an overworked scientist on the edge of insanity.

"Why am I here?" the hero dodged the question, ignoring the frown on the villain's face which immediately dropped when they noticed the hero glimpsed at them. 

"Obviously, as always—" the villain snapped their hand, playing a small holographic image of the hero saying, "My job as the hero is to serve and deliver Justice for everyone!" and grinned, "— everything for justice, you even sacrificed your own life for the supervillain's destruction."

The villain sighed, "If it wasn't for me, you're probably ashes dusting around the atmosphere now." They said while mixing a few vials with the pure water, shrugging. 

If it wasn't for the villain. They are speaking the truth. Even without the hero's mind reading, they could see the trembling in the villain's hand after they mentioned them turning into ashes. The hero can't help but smile, watching the villain focusing on the medicine in hand.

Nobody knows the hero could read other people's minds. It was their secret even the top secret files do not know for he never told a single soul about it. All of those evil and corrupted plans from citizens and villains alike are an open book in the hero's eyes. Even the villain's infatuation growing into love was known by the hero, they cannot help but also fall in love with their villain little by little. All of those clumsily executed plans, the capturing of the hero's heart system, and little theatrical play inside the villain's mind are known by the hero.

They could never doubt the villain of hurting them or betraying them. The villain's title was like a display, holding nothing but the privilege of meeting the hero employing clumsy evil tactics. 

"You look at me funny," the villain said, suspicious of the hero's soft smile. They cannot help but stop what they are doing and walk near the hero, touching their forehead with an intense gaze. "You don't have a fever though…" 

"You're gorgeous today, did you buy a new perfume?" the hero grabbed the villain's hand, but instead of pushing them away— they intertwined their fingers with the villain. "I wanted to say thank you for saving me." they internally laugh, and the villain's head continues rambling with just a simple act of gratitude (and shamelessness.).

"What is wrong with them today? No, actually— why are they holding my hand? Oh dear, no! Don't look at me with those eyes. Did they just wince? Are they hurt? Is the drug not taking any effect? I have to finish the medicine but their hands are too warm— Oh my god! They are holding my hand!"  Those thoughts ran into the villain's hand within a few seconds while a smile was still gracefully intact on their face.

"I am finishing your medicine so you wouldn't whine like a freaking dog later, hero." the villain said through gritted teeth, speaking the opposite of what is running inside their head. The hero only hummed in response, ignoring the plethora of begging echoing in the villain's mind.

"If you promise to let me hug you from behind after I am healed, then I'll let you continue that."

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I hope this captured the essence of the ask! It was hard writing it lolol.

[reginalusus]

Some doodles I did for r/Spamton a while ago! Ya'll seem to like flustered Spamton...

I know the hype for Chapter 2 is kind of mellow now, wish I was there for the initial hype, but this bastard is still my comfort character, so... yeah.

[womanofwords]

Spoiling The Hero

Sidekick dangled from the ceiling in an upside-down cage as Villain forced their face to be close to his. "What's Hero's biggest weakness?" Villain snarled. "I can do this all day, but I'm not sure if I can say the same for you, little sidekick."

Sidekick was a lot better off than Villain thought they were, but they weren't going to tell him that. "Spoiling," they said.

Villain did a double-take. "What?"

"Hero's biggest weakness is being spoiled," Sidekick elaborated. "All kinds of spoiling work, but massages and makeovers are the most effective. Give her the spa day of a lifetime."

Villain grinned sadistically. "There's a good sidekick." He spun the upside-down cage, making Sidekick want to throw up. "You're going to get a front seat to Hero's downfall." They dumped Sidekick on the floor as they strode away to get supplies.

Spoiling a superhero is not an easy task.

(PAUSE)

Hero was on patrol once again when Villain scooped her up and hauled her into an unmarked windowless van. "Hello, Hero," he cooed.

"What do you want?" Hero snapped.

"To exploit your weakness, of course, to sap you of your strength." Villain grinned. "To bleed you dry."

Hero trembled. "And how are you planning to do that?"

"I'm going to spoil you rotten!" Villain said, letting out his best evil laugh. "You're going to eat all your favourite foods, get a luxurious spa day after your meal, and we will be watching any movie you want all day! I made your pathetic little sidekick tell me all I need to know. Your biggest weakness is being spoiled completely rotten, who would have thought?"

"No, it isn't," Hero said. Villain stopped dead in his tracks.

"What?"

"Being spoiled isn't my biggest weakness," Hero said, removing her handcuffs. "My real biggest weakness is something else entirely."

Villain trembled. "And what would that be?"

"Cute male villains that are adorable when they're bad." Hero scooped up Villain and kept him in her lap. "Is the day of spoiling off now that you know it's not my biggest weakness?"

Villain smiled a wobbly smile. "No."

[the-sidekick-club]

Just some cute "Shadow Punch" fluff made a while ago✨

[queenverabella]

Hello fellow freaks! First post (on this account) that I’m making! Whoooo. (Cough cough, please read my webtoon, Verabella, I’m down on my knees begging cough cough) oh wow! Freak coughing fit, sorry about that.

Ive finally succumbed to the torture that all gay teen webcomic creators must endure, and I’m made an art tumblr. First post (on this account) that I’m making!

Woohoo.

This is an artist account that posts things from my super awesome webtoon that everyone should totally go read, anything about the fandoms I’m currently into (BFDI at the moment), and general cringe.

[seasonscourt]

“I just… I just thought it looked beautiful, I couldn’t help it.” Villain lied anxiously, words breathy as they exited their mouth. “Please don’t fire me, I really need this job”

Notably, nothing Villain had said thus far was technically untrue: they did really need to keep their job, the one working for Supervillain of course; and if Superhero set them on fire they’d be far too dead to do any work; and Superhero’s heart was the most stunning thing Villain had ever laid eyes on (not that they would have ever wanted to say that aloud, but needs must).

So yes, all true,

…hopefully.

Thankfully, the words seemed to ring as a Truth in Superhero’s mind and the heat of Superhero’s glare at Villain abated slightly. Not that the piercing gaze had settled into anything even remotely resembling warm, but the blazing killing intent that’d been previously present was gone. Although their eyes still seemed to be gazing through them into Villain’s very soul. Villain prayed that they weren’t seeing anything that’d give them away, that’d get them killed.

“Mmm.” Superhero took a cursory glance at Villain’s trembling form before, before reaching out to return the heart to its plinth. A slight grin started to form on their face.

“So you think I’m beautiful?”

Despite the phrase technically being a question, the teasing tone betrayed the amusement at Villain’s predicament and Superhero’s certainty in what the answer was.

A red hot blush crawled across Villain’s face as they jerked their gaze away from Superhero’s face: valiantly trying to salvage the last dregs of composure they had. Internally they cursed their horrific luck. Dealing with getting caught, and now being flirted with, by the most dangerous person in the city? Villains heart might give out from the stress of it all.

Superhero’s smirk grew slightly wider.

“It’s probably best we get you out of here for now, wouldn’t want those wandering hands of yours to get you into any more trouble.”

Villain let out a rather undignified squeak as Superhero’s arm reached out, wrapped around their waist and begun leading them towards the door, and Superhero let out a short laugh, their eyes still trailing Villain’s face as they pushed it open with one hand. Villain’s gaze had ducked down to the floor to avoid their eyes. Of course, this meant that when Superhero opened a cupboard with supplies, instead of the room they originally came in, they didn’t notice until after Superhero had already jabbed the syringe into their arm.

Villain let out a hiss of pain as they rapidly lost control of their limbs - falling further into Superhero’s arms. The last thing they could comprehend being Superhero speaking, breath warm against their ear.

“You make quite the cute little actor Villain, that might’ve even worked if I hadn’t already known who you were. I’ll give you credit though, playing with you was rather fun,” Superhero carefully stroked a hair out of the limp Villain’s face, “I’ll make sure we can again,

Promise.”

Prompt #252

Villain stared up into Superhero’s red gaze, the blaring heat in their eyes threatening to melt them into an insignificant puddle at any given time.

Supervillain’s voice echoed in their head: Don’t do anything stupid. This is a reconnaissance mission and nothing more. If Superhero catches you, you’re dead.

Villain had been stupid. So stupid. They’d known not to touch anything, but Superhero’s heart had been right there. They’d been certain they could slip it into a pocket and walk out without notice, but Superhero had to choose the very moment they laid hands on it to come through the door.

“That’s not yours,” Superhero said, plucking the crystal orb and its luminescent, slow-beating contents out of Villain’s hands. Villain shrank even smaller beneath the hero's scrutiny. “And you're not a janitor. Are you?"

[himexyandere]

I can't stop thinking about the typical hero vs villain trope, but this time, the villain gets infatuated with you, the heroine, and it starts to show.

You're informed of the villain's whereabouts as he wreaks havoc throughout the city you protect. You confront him as normal, only to find out that the reason he started blowing up empty buildings was to purposefully draw your attention.

"This was the only way I could get in contact with you, little hero. It's not as if I have your personal number... We could change that now, actually~. Will you give me your number?"

You're beyond confused, assuming at first that he was just messing around and trying to throw you off your game. You engage in battle and exchange blows before your sidekick shows up. The villain clicks his tongue and complains about how your "date has been ruined" before taking off, promising that you'll continue at a later date. Your sidekick is just as confused as you are once they spot the villain flying away, asking you what happened. You have no idea either.

He wastes no time getting back in contact with you, this time, through a private number. You thought it could've been a call from another hero, but no, it's that damned villain again... You, of course, question why in the world he would be calling you, to which he replies with a light chuckle and: "I just wanted to hear your voice. It's been a while since our last rendezvous, sweetheart."

You better believe he won't allow another villain to take up your attention either. He'll get rid of them and then leave a love note for you, bragging about how he's helping make your job a tad bit easier so that the both of you can finally go on a long overdue honeymoon, uninterrupted.

...This man is absolutely insane.

[wh3nturtlesfly]

Villain raced up to the rooftop, chest heaving. They could hear the sirens in the distance, ones meant for them. Only they hadn’t done it. Not this time.

The steel door was cold on their palm as they slammed it shut. It made much too loud a sound, though Villain couldn’t find the energy to care. No one should hear from here. The stars were Villain’s only witness, gazing upon them through thousands of speckled faces. At least, that’s what Villain had thought.

“It’s awfully late for you to be out here,” The voice spooked Villain, who shrieked in surprise. They whirled around to face none other than Hero, a sly smile on their face, “the wind is quite brisk this time of night, you could catch a cold.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Those sirens are on for a reason sweetheart.” Hero said the name with such ease, it left Villain flushing a bright red. They hated it. Hero took a step forward to which Villain inched back. The wind indeed flowed cooly, tousling Villain’s already battle-mussed hair and leaving them looking even more of a mess.

Villain tried to string their words together calmly, though the stress of it all left them spitting out sentences as if their life depended on it. By the sounds of the distant sirens, it did. “You don’t understand- I- it wasn’t me this time, I didn’t do it.”

“Is that so?” Hero raised an eyebrow. They were awfully unfazed over the whole endeavor. It left Villain unsettled.

“You have to trust me, please.” Cold concrete cells and iron bars. Villain could already imagine the icy grip of handcuffs around their wrists and the barked orders screamed in their ear. They couldn’t go back, not when this time it hadn’t been their fault.

And yet, the Hero stepped closer. Villain’s hands balled into fists. They couldn’t crumble now, not when they had no reason to be taken and definitely not beneath that stupid grin.

Hero seemed amused with the whole scene. “Tell me now, why should I trust a criminal?” They narrowed their eyes in question and the Villain wished to wipe that wretched smirk off their face.

“Would I really lie to you in a time such as this?” Villain backed up another step and made the mistake to glance over the edge. Their gloved hands brushed against the railing, but beyond that-

Down, down, down. Cornered, and Hero was well aware.

“You tell me. You’ve lied to me before, and seem to express no shame in doing so, so how could I ever find reason to trust the one who had committed so many wrongs?”

“Because I’m telling the truth this time,” Villain grit out. They gripped the railing like a lifeline, they had forgotten how much they hated heights in their attempt to escape the authorities.

Hero tsked with a shake of their head, “Not good enough. I need more.”

Villain nearly lost it at that. Here they were, dangling on the edge of life or imprisonment only to play Hero’s little game. Fury boiled in their veins. “More? What more could I possibly give you when my fate is on the line!”

“If you were truly desperate, I think you’d say anything.”

“Then ask me your bloody questions, and let me show you I’m not lying!”

“Actually, I think it's less of a question and more of… an admission.” The stars were reflected in Hero’s eyes, a gaze full of something utterly cunning. Villain hated it.

“What kind of admission?” they dared to shrink back another inch. Hands braced on the railing, the wind tousled their hair. Villain’s cheeks flushed red from the bite of the cold; that, or maybe it was the way they could feel Hero’s breath fan across their skin. They would never know for sure.

Hero’s lips split into a grin. “Tell me you love me.”

“I- what?!” Villain sputtered. The space between them grew twice as tense, Hero leaning dangerously close. Villain had forgotten about the sirens, forgotten of the sight of a cold dark cell. All they saw were Hero’s eyes, yearning for the one thing Villain had tried so hard to hide.

“Come on, just three simple words,” they pressed forward and Villain stumbled back with a shriek. Hero looped an arm around their waist before they could plummet backwards. Their fingers trailed along the back of Villain’s suit like fire, “It’s so easy, just a silly little sentence for me.”

Villain tried to squirm away, though Hero’s grip was much too strong. They had no choice but to gaze into the eyes that glimmered like stars. Hero was right, it was nothing but three insignificant words, but to Villain, it was everything. For too long they had tried to conceal it. Pushing down their deepest feelings, Villain could never admit it, never concede such secrets. It would have been easy if such a sentence were a lie, but to the Villain it was anything but.

And the Hero knew.

“Might want to make up your mind soon,” Hero whispered with a hot breath that tickled Villain’s ear. There was the sound of pounding footsteps. The police, they were coming.

“You’re horrible,” Villain hissed.

“You’re quite endearing when you're stressed,” A finger ran down Villain’s cheek, tipping up their chin, “Now, what will it be?”

The echo of footsteps only grew closer. Louder and louder, it was like a thunderclap in Villain’s ears. They couldn’t take it, forced to gaze into those beautiful eyes they had tried so hard to escape, or face an imprisonment like no other. It was impossible-

The door to the roof slammed open and through it filed a chorus of dark uniforms. Villain tensed. Pick your poison.

Villain thrust forward, gripping Hero’s suit tightly and dragging them both over the edge of the railing.

Down, down, down they plummeted. Speeding towards the ground, Villain grasped at the open air and resisted the urge to scream. Fifty feet, twenty, ten. They were snatched away just before they could hit the ground.

Villain observed the rush of shadows and shapes. A hand placed along their back gripped them tightly as they soared through the air. It was quite fortunate that the Hero could fly.

Then, in a sudden stop, the Villain felt the ground hard under their feet. Their knees buckled from the pressure and when they finally managed to gain their bearings, Hero was there to meet them.

“What was that?” They huffed, chest heaving.

“Figured you wouldn’t want an audience,” It was Villain’s turn to smirk as they stalked forward and leaned inches from the Hero. Eyes half lidded, they looked once to Hero’s lips then back up before closing the gap. It was nothing more than a press of lips, though when they broke apart Hero’s eyes were wide with wonder.

Villain spoke in a bare whisper, “I love you. Don’t make a thing of it.” They traced the curve of Hero’s jaw with a grin before slipping away without another word. Villain would never come to admit that such a display of affection nearly left their heart exploding out of their chest. Hero would find out soon enough after all.

[questioningwriter]

(Hey! I've missed a lot of post deadlines. But I'm going to post something as soon as possible. Hopefully I can get on a schedule that I can keep.)

I've been reading hero/villain stuff recently, and am obsessed with possesive hero, and flustered villain. This is the result.

Discovery

TW: contemplation/acceptance of imminent death(NOT SUICIDAL)l,

"What the hell is taking them so long?" Villain paced in front of their doomsday weapon, cape flowing dramatically out behind them. "I could have used the machine ten times already in this wait! What could possibly be taking them this long?"

"You're being dramatic." Henchman called from behind the machine, from where they stood with the rest of the crew. "They'll be here soon."

There were crashes, then five familiar faces landed in front of Villain. The hero team. They were finally here.

"Took you long enough." Villain drawled, pulling out their tablet. "Hero Team, I'd like to introduce you to your doom." Villain gestured to their machine. "This is a machine that is designed to seek out everyone you love and care about and obliterate them, and then destroy you." Villain types something into their tablet. "Why don't we start with you, Hero?"

With a press of a button on their gauntlet, Villain triggered the robots to keep the heroes busy while they imputed Hero's name into the tablet. The machine began to hum as it's power-up sequence began. "It's working." Villain gloated as the barrel of the machine began to move. "Hero, say goodbye to all those you love-"

The barrel of the gun swung around and smacked Villain in the face, cutting them off and knocking them to the ground. The tablet skidded out of reach as Villain landed on their ass on the ground. Then the barrel of the weapon swung around to point at them.

Villain couldn't do anything but stare down the barrel of their own machine in shock and confusion. They could see the inner barrel starting to glow as the machine prepared to fire. I'm going to die, they thought.

A hand grabbed the back of their cape and dragged them out of the way just as the machine fired, the bolt of energy missing them by centimeters. Villain screamed, covering their face as fragments of rock plummeted them from the explosion.

"Are you okay?" Hero's voice rang in their ear. Villain turned to stare at the other in confusion.

"You." They pointed at Hero. "Love me." They point to themselves. "Me. Your enemy."

"Shut up." Hero muttered. "Just shut up."

"You know what, no." Villain snapped, growing angry. "I'm not going to shut up. I want to know if you really love me, of if my machine is broken."

"You're machine is broken." Hero picked up the tablet and began pressing random buttons on it. "How exactly does this thing work?"

"My machine is not broken." Villain grabbed for the tablet. "Give me the tablet."

"No, fuck you." Hero slapped their hands away, then pressed a button. The machine powered down.

"Dammit," Villain muttered. "I really should not have made that one so obvious."

"Thank you for doing so." Hero dropped the tablet, then grabbed Villain. "And now, you've been caught."

The rest of the hero team approached warily as Hero locked the cuffs around Villain's wrists. "Hero?" Superhero asked. "Is there anything you want to tell us?"

"Do you need help?" Other Hero reached out to grab Villain. "We could take them, and you-"

"No, it's alright." Hero shifted Villain away from the others. "I've got it."

"Are you sure?" Superhero asked. "Because what just happened would shake anybody up-"

"I said I got it!" Hero snapped as they dragged Villain towards the door to the warehouse. Out to where the press were waiting to pounce, leaving behind a group of concerned heroes.

(Not as long as my first post, but y'know, maybe that's a good thing.

if anyone's interested in a part 2, I may have it drafted. Partially.)

[traailmix]

Literally what the hell

THANK YOU SO MUCH???? FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THIS ONE HOLY CRAP???

The villain had never seen their frenemy like this before. At least not since highschool.

Mid fight, Villain had gotten bored and decided that they should go to the bar together. After much convincing, and suspicion, Hero agreed.

Now it felt like Villain was seeing their..true self.

Usually, when around them, the Hero was stoic, quick-thinking and serious, frequently growing annoyed by Villain's constant sarcasm and whit.

Now, they're..different.

"You don't drink often, do you." It came out more as a statement then a question as Hero put down their glass,

"Hey..Hey remember those times we'd sneak into the school to get test answers cause we never actually did any of the work?" They slurred, "That..That was—*hic*—funny."

"..And you'd always have to make a scene, wouldn't you..Even as we were walking down the hallway to the classroom, you'd be whispering about how it's 'unjust' and 'reckless'. And you say I'm the annoying one."

"That was years ago..and you ARE annoying."

Villain scoffed and took a sip of their own drink,

"..Half the reason I did it is because I found you cute when you're mad.."

They choked, "Excuseme?"

"Pff, you heard me!" They laughed drunkily at their friend's reaction, "I always loved seeing that cute little concentration face, too."

"Mm..hm." Villain wasn't sure how to respond, but they were sure that their face must've been very red by now. "Well I sure as hell didn't come here to get flirted with by a drunk hero—im taking you home." They got up and grabbed their hand,

"HEY-Hey—Let me go!" They weakly yelled, "You're not my mom!"

"Yeah, you're real lucky I'm not." Villain ended up throwing them over their shoulder, causing them to thrash, though sloppily.

"..Hmph." They eventually gave up as they walked home, looking down at the ground beneath them.

At least they had a nice view.

[ashiristic]

Hello! Can you do a flirty hero with an annoyed and flustered Villain (not a tsundere they're trying to keep their dignity) 👀 Hero lowkey knows about villains crush on them so they like to tease and villain tries to not make it so obvious anymore

Sorry if this didn't make sense- English isn't my first language ;u;

The savory scent of the coffee beans permeates the air with the whiff of chocolate and vanilla. The stirring of coffee with the taps of nails on the laptop, and the small chatter and laughter of the people, were the only sounds heard inside the coffee shop. On such a peaceful day, nobody knows that a certain hero and villain are talking at the back of the restaurant. Fighting?

“Isn’t this the so-called respectable hero?” the villain said, rolling their eyes when the hero responded with an annoyingly bright, smug smile on their face. They are outside their work right now, with no suits or masks to cover their faces. Fully exposed to one another.

“Oh yes, it is me. I feel delighted for such a gorgeous villain to recognize me with one glance,” they replied, eyes twinkling in amusement as he brought his hand to his mouth–covering a chuckle. The villain’s brows furrowed and relaxed, then they turned their head away with their arms crossed. A visible pout was on their lips and the hero would be lying if they said that the villain doesn’t look adorable.

An angel would gobble up beauty pills, and it wouldn’t be enough to compare with the villain’s beauty. Their cherry-red lips looked so tempting to kiss, but their eyes remained sharp and cold despite their facial expression. They fluttered their eyes on the hero, a tender glint sparkling behind those eyes eventually faded after they noticed the hero’s stare.

The peaceful coffee shop grew heated, especially in the back, where they are. A civilian glanced at them, curious about the events occurring, but the villain’s icy eyes are enough to make them tremble and look away. How could someone look so innocent with such an indifferent eye? Yet those eyes are gentle in the hero’s gaze.

The hero intimately grabbed the villain’s hand, bringing it up to their lips as they muttered, “You look adorable. How could someone like you be called the devil, Sloth?” They kissed the villain’s ring finger, claiming their treasure. The villain snatched their hand away, clearly embarrassed and excited by the hero’s gestures. But their expression remained indifferent.

The villain looks like a cat with flattened ears, as if disappointed by its owner’s actions. They cannot help but grin wider, not knowing how that smile almost gave the villain a heart attack. “I thought you’d look like an old man with arthritis without your suit,” the hero revealed their thought, resting their head on their hand as they traced the villain’s cheeks–unexpectedly, caressing the villain’s jaw with their finger. “I never expected you to be this adorable. Your suit never deceived me.”

The villain sat rigid in their chair as their lips cannot form any coherent words from the shock. If they were red earlier, they are bloody red right now from blushing like they are having a heart attack at any given moment. The only action they can create is raising their hand and mouthing the word waiter.

“What can I get for the both of you?” the server asked, clearly aware of their ministries or flirting. The hero frowned, glancing at the server with displeasure. “I apologize for destroying your moment. Shall I go away for you both to continue your—”

“No, I’ll have the usual plus a glazed donut,” the villain pushes the hero’s hand, nearing their arms again. The server looked at them both with a weird expression before smiling again.

“I’ll have an Iced Latte.” they glared at the server, wishing for their attempt to scare them off to work. “That is all,” crossed their arms, red flickering in their eyes as if a second was enough to kill the innocent employee. The server left without another word. Leaving the villain with their hero, alone.

“You scared them.” the villain said, trailing their gaze on the sweat dripping down the server’s side. And how the cashier reacted when the server flinched and almost cried, trembling. Oh god, are they that scary? The hero bit their inner cheek, distracting themselves from the truth.

“I never scared him,” they retorted, ignoring the small frown on the villain’s face. They cannot deny that it bothers them. The way the villain reacted to the server’s reaction was unexpected. It bothers them. They are willing to pull the villain’s chin and make them only stare at the hero.

“You are annoying,” the villain rolled their eyes. Though they expected the hero to react harshly, the hero only let out a light laugh, almost giving reasons to live for those who heard it.

“I know,” the hero said, and leaned against their table and caressed the villain’s forehead. “But you love me too much to hate me for that.” they flickered their finger, removing the tracker in the villain’s hair.

“What?” the little tracker evaporated, but before they could say something — the hero pressed their finger against the villain’s lips, silencing them.

“I just removed the possibility of someone watching me kissing you.”

[autocrats-in-love]

Prompt (437)

The hero stared at the villain, confused. The villain was undoing the chains holding them down.

“Why are you letting me go?” the hero asked.

The villain didn’t look at up at them. “The city needs you. Don’t make me regret this.”

The hero blushed as the villain’s hand brushed their ankle. “Uh, yeah, okay.”

[skipblebee]

Been thinking about them a lot lately