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[save-the-villainous-cat]

Cat, I beg of you, if you'd be so king as to accept this request

TOUCHSTARVED HEROOOO 🛐🛐🛐🛐

“You're angry with me.”

“I am not.” That wasn't quite the truth, was it? The hero looked up from their bloody hands and back at the villain who seemed to be much softer in this light.

And still, their brain wouldn’t comprehend it, wouldn’t accept why the villain liked them, could possibly love them. They were a mess, weren’t they? A broken toy people were too afraid to touch.

“I just want to know what happened,” the villain said. Their living room was spacious and the hero felt small when they looked at the artsy decor and the lavish furniture. It was clean and cozy. Lots of plants, lots of colour. It wasn’t at all what the hero had thought it to be.

“Uhm…” The hero had stared at the room too much to get any sentence from the villain through their skull. Mesmerised by how alive this home seemed to be, they observed the details. This apartment seemed to be breathing on its own, with the villain’s cat looking out of the window, waiting to cause some mischief.

The hero swallowed, realising that their tears hadn’t dried yet.

“It’s very sad,” they sad. “Your living room, I mean.”

The villain didn’t seem to be too happy that the hero was deflecting the question but they were also way too gentle to put any pressure on the hero right now.

“Yeah, I suppose. It’s a little too obvious,” the villain said.

“Do you miss growing plants? Letting them sprout and watching them grow? All because you were born with those powers?”

For a long time, the villain didn’t say a word and the hero feared this was going too far. They hadn’t been this close for long and the hero was very anxious and couldn’t help but think the villain was going to end whatever this was when the hero said the wrong thing.

But then, the villain spoke gently with a sweet tone the hero could’ve drowned in.

“I do miss it. There’s little you can do when your power is taken from you.” They took a step forward and leaned down, wiping away the hero’s tears with their thumb. “But I have to live with it, don’t I?”

The hero nodded slowly as they closed their eyes. Whenever the villain touched them, they felt like they were in heaven. The warmth, the comfort…it was all the hero needed, more than they deserved but still less than they wanted. They’d never asked for it but they had always wanted more of the villain’s touch.

Not even in a sexual way. Just touching. Being there. Being understood.

“Now, darling.” The villain drew patterns with their thumbs into the hero’s cheeks. “Tell me what happened, my love.”

The hero leaned into their hand when the villain’s palm came to rest against the curve of their jaw, fingers lazily draped over their neck.

“I jumped off a building and…yeah, the rope I was holding onto burnt my hands.” They held up said hands, as if to show the bloody evidence. “Because of the friction it dug really deep and I…yeah, I took painkillers already, it’s okay.”

“Oh, my sweet darling,” the villain said, not letting go of the hero once. The hero couldn’t imagine what it must’ve felt like to lose their powers.

The villain had told them — very vaguely — how painful it was. They’d been unconscious for several days after, sort of like a coma, resulting in months of recovery. They’d been one of many lab rats, one of many who had suffered. One of many to come.

“Can I take care of your hands?” the villain asked.

“Yes, just…let’s stay like this for a few more seconds, okay?” The hero wanted to touch the villain so bad, wanted to do the same things they were doing. But that was impossible with bloody hands.

“Just a few seconds, though,” the villain said. Seconds turned into minutes when the villain continued to touch the hero’s neck and face. Running their hand through the hero’s hair, wiping away dirt and following the curved and straight lines of their features — the hero couldn’t have been happier, despite finding out on their mission today that they were gonna be robbed of their powers next week as well.