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surplus-of-sarcasm · 2 years ago

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#22

Edit: I completely forgot to tag @thepenultimateword and @mirohtron for helping me with this fic. Sorryyyy, I was sleep-deprived ughh.

Yes yes, Lamy has not posted in so long. Homework and tests my belovedddddds/s. Also, I am tired, so this is what it is. Sue me, I dare you.

TW: Restraints, blood, murder, gun, knife, bullets, references to difficult past experiences, drugging mention, violence, bruises (I swear it's not that awful) and very flirty. not in any way smutty, but it's probably the flirtiest thing I've ever written.

"Well, isn't this just dreadfully romantic," Villain breathes out through gritted teeth, baring them in a sardonic sneer.

Hero twists in her restraints, a useless attempt to escape the too-tight ropes. "I'm not following," she snaps half-heartedly.

"I mean, you and I, so awfully close to each other. There's literally no space between us." He lets his voice drop down to a whisper, tone half-annoyed, half-playful. Teasing.

"That's because we're tied up together, genius," she huffs out.

"You're being boring again," the villain croons in an irritating sing-song voice.

"I'm only 'boring' because you are," the crime-fighter counters, unintentionally letting a laugh make its way into her tone.

This was her husband's miserable attempt at striking up a conversation after three weeks of actively ignoring each other. Or maybe he could've been attempting to ease the tension of being locked up, practically paralysed in Supervillain's lair, or trying to kill some time.

Still, not an apology.

He presses his back somehow even closer to hers, and she wishes she could suppress the heat radiating from her face, spreading through the rest of her body like wildfire, but at least he couldn't see the flushed, red complexion. She knows he'd enjoy that, even more than usual. He'd be so satisfied with himself, the jerk, that he'd still managed to illicit such a reaction from her, even when she was beyond pissed at him.

"Relax, will you? The fidgeting makes the ropes even tighter, and I'm already sore enough," he half-whines.

Letting out an annoyed huff, she rolls her eyes. "You moved first."

He laughs, and she hates how it makes her heart hammer erratically in her chest. "The normal amount. You, on the other hand, were squirming."

She doesn't like that tone, something akin to a melange of honey and silk, even if it was meant to annoy her. It could enchant you into a dazed silence, making you forget whatever it is you were trying to focus on. Her mind does not hesitate for even a moment to remind her of the first time she heard him talk like that, her face pressed into his chest.

"I'm addicted to your voice," she'd breathed out foolishly, and he'd pressed a passionate kiss to her cheekbone, laughing at her flustered blush.

"Couldn't the confinement have been solitary?" she interjects irritably, trying to throw in as much bite in her tone as she can muster.

He laughs again, soft and musical and breathtaking.

"Practically speaking, this isn't in your favour. It's cold, this helps conserve body heat." She can literally hear the smug grin in his words.

She lets out a strangled cry, making him snort. "However annoying you may think I am, don't forget that you agreed to marry me, Hero." He leans back, as far as the ropes let him, giving her leg a playful kick. A pathetic one though, as the fashion in which they were tied up left barely any room for breathing.

She lets out a dejected sigh. "I've been told I need to learn to have more patience, so I signed up for a life-long course. Anyway, how about you help come up with any suggestions to find a way out of this mess, or is being an insufferable prick all you're capable of?"

Harsh and not true, but he absolutely deserved it.

Before he can come up with any snarky replies, the door to their cell opens abruptly, letting in a sterile, white light, an uncomfortably blinding contrast to the dim, flickering light bulb that illuminated the tiny room. Any semblance of a joyful atmosphere is destroyed as the distinct clack of Supervillain's shoes rings in the couple's ears.

"Well, Other Villain wasn't wrong, this week's catch is rather appealing. A traitor and his little pet," they sneer coldly.

The muscles in Villain's face tighten ever so slightly as he clenches his jaw, gaze stone-hard. "The hell do you want?" he drawls coldly.

Supervillain lets out a mocking snort. "Information about the hero agency. What, you think there's more value to you than that?"

"He doesn't know anything, and I am not divulging," Hero answers, in a tone that leaves no room for further discussion.

That is, if her words were for anyone but Supervillain. The master criminal in question steps forward, the icy grin playing on their lips becoming a fraction more sinister. "Oh, but are you so blissfully ignorant of what I do to little rats like you that insist on being killjoys? I break them. That's what you do when a toy is no longer being fun. Didn't care to enlighten her, Villain?"

A shiver runs up Hero's spine at the disgusting analogy, but Villain just grits his teeth and gives his old superior a death glare. "She knows. But let's get this over with. She won't talk, so whatever sick, twisted torture you've got planned, take me, and leave her out of it."

"Have you lost your mind? There's no way in he-"

"Shut up and let me handle this," the villain snarls, cutting her off. "So you called me a traitor? Don't you think you should've noticed earlier? Or are you really as much of a fool as you look?" he croons, letting a taunting smirk find its way onto his lips.

Hero understands exactly what her husband was planning, but she wouldn't let him willingly throw himself to the wolves like a bloody piece of meat. Stubborn fool.

Before she can react though, Supervillain's hand quickly reaches for the glinting knife on their belt. They may have been intelligent, cold, calculating, scheming. But all of that was simply outweighed by a fragile ego, always in need of inflation. Their fatal flaw, if you will. They slice through the restraints, letting out a downright animalistic growl as they pull Villain forward by the hair.

Wriggling out of their grasp, the criminal's fingers claw at the supervillain's throat, only for them to slam their boot into his already bruised abdomen, warranting a soft whine to escape his throat and a filthy curse at Supervillain to fall from his lips.

Meanwhile, Hero finally manages to escape her bonds, having them loosened just a little when the man next to her had been cut free.

Two against one were better odds. Only if you ignored that the duo's muscles were completely cramped from being restrained in the same position for days, making movement painful, and they were covered in bruises. Not to mention half-starved, and their throats were parched with thirst. Weaponless against goddamn Supervillain of all people. What comforting thoughts.

Hero wastes no time in slamming them against the wall and bringing her fist to collide with the evil-doer's face, lining their cheekbone with purple bruises. Supervillain more than returns the favour, knuckles digging into a barely healing cut in her side, the sheer force of it knocking her down with a sharp hiss.

Villain's former boss had superhuman strength at their disposal, making them more than a match for their weary and battered enemies, a power-suppressing drug having been injected into their veins every single day of their stay here. That leads to the battle with Supervillain being a torturous stalemate of futile attempts at attacks on them.

"Enough pathetic, little games," Supervillain hisses, voice eerily serpentine They pull out a gun off their belt, training it on Villain's head. . .

Hero didn't know when the motion happened, when her body had suddenly moved, half-leaping into the air as the bullet tore viciously into her side. It was nothing, if not instinctual.

Villain doesn't hesitate. Fueled by an adrenaline rush and the all-consuming fury of wanting to avenge his lover, he throws himself on top of Supervillain, pinning them against the ground, prying the gun from their fingers, only moving away to empty the weapon's contents onto the master criminal, letting out a savage growl in the process.

Stepping away from the now completely bloodied corpse of Supervillain, he rushes over to his spouse, blood seeping out from the gash in her side, staining the floor a deep crimson. "Hero?" he whispers softly, voice breaking, eyes threatening to prick with tears.

"I'm fine, the bullet went straight through," she attests, as he scoops her up against his chest.

"I know how you feel about killing, bu-"

"Stop right there. I was going to tell you that I forgive you and that I've never been more in love with you. That git needed to die."

He sighs with relief, laughing in spite of himself as he races outside the door, conveniently left ajar, somehow managing to make his way to their shared residence.

He shrugs his shirt off, not even bothering to hide the terribly self-satisfied grin playing on his lips at just how rapidly it turns her face a bright red.

How embarrassingly pathetic.

"Don't think it's just the blood loss that's making you breathless, huh?" he purrs.

He was damningly stunning, and he knew it. It took little effort to leave her tongue-tied and dazed. His mere voice alone was enough to seduce her.

When she doesn't answer, his expression softens. "Let's get you stitched up." Tenderly, he lifts the now blood-soaked piece of cloth off of the wound in her side, wincing at the sight of the dull, bloodied laceration. He presses alcohol wipes to the gash, Hero letting out a sharp hiss.

Villain brings the needle close to her skin, watching as she bit down on her lips and closed her eyes. "Hey hey, relax. Eyes on me, sweetheart. It'll be fast, I promise." His free hand flits over to her shoulder, rubbing circles into it with his thumb, stopping only when he feels her breathing slow. It's strange how the same hands that beat enemies to a bloody pulp and pulled triggers on guns with no remorse could be so gentle, as though Hero was something so delicate.

"And besides, I graduated med school with flying colours," he quips, earning a soft, but strained laugh from the heroine. Carefully, he works on the stitches, whispering soft nothings to soothe her. Hero had seen worse. So much worse. But he was going to try his hardest to make sure she went through the least pain possible.

Hero deserved the world.

When he's done, she leans in closer, kissing his jawline and keeping an arm wrapped around his neck. She revels in the way he freezes up, unable to move a muscle, staring into her eyes in a look that practically screamed lost kitten.

"What is this?" He raises one eyebrow, confused.

It was her turn to smirk at his state. "Revenge, handsome," she murmurs. Her hand now reaches for his hair, running her fingers through the soft locks, and she takes in the sight of Villain short circuiting, words catching in her lover's throat, and those gorgeous, midnight blue eyes of his going wide as he lets out a nervous laugh.

The criminal was a good flirt, but much more fun when flustered, face getting warm, dark tan skin mercifully concealing what would've been a deep crimson in his cheeks.

"I'm sorry," he blurts out suddenly, voice small and hesitant. So unlike that cocky persona of his that he'd adopted mere moments ago.

Hero flashes him a dirt-eating grin. "What did you say? I couldn't quite catch that, love." Liar.

"I'm sorry!" he interjects, almost irritably, but he finds himself smiling in between the words. "For not apologising when I should've, for being so stubborn for so damn long. That stuff."

His wife's expression softens, and she pulls him into a warm embrace. "I missed you," she whispers, voice light and gentle against the shell of his ear.

"Me too," he feels his touch-starved form melt into the touch, a terrible craving finally sated.

A hot bath and some more bandages later, Hero and Villain find themselves cuddling together on the couch, giggling at a well-loved action comedy movie.

As long as they were together, as long as they were both alive, then nothing on this earth could stop them, almost as though they were two forces of nature, created to always exist as one.

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