More flustered villains and flirty heroes <3 Guys this ones…. good? like, even im kinda proud of how this one turned out, its really cute <3
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It was the night after their date, and the villain yet again fumbled the tools they held at the sudden voice in their lab.
The hero giggled, genuine and amused, “I don’t know how that keeps getting you,” they mused as they casually strolled closer.
“Oh, I don’t know, it’s quiet, and I’m not expecting anyone. What else would you-…: the villain began sarcastically before trailing off as the hero came closer, feeling a slight blush rise on their cheeks. They instinctively took a small shuffling step back.
The hero pouted, "aw, come on, stop running away! I just want a kiss!” They whined in a purposefully childish voice, extending their arms out, opening them as if waiting for a hug.
The villain sputtered, face instantly a bright red, and yet for some reason, their feet stopped dead in their tracks. They’d swear it was only in shock and not obedience. The hero had only just got here! That was the second sentence out of their mouth!!! They were not at all prepared or ready for such a thing to be so casually said!
In the back of their mind, the villain suspected that might have been the exact point.
The hero laughed, delighted and amused, tipping their head back for a moment before capitalizing on the villain’s sudden idleness, reaching up and locking their hands behind the villain’s neck, holding them in place, “really? That’s all it takes, and you suddenly stop running?”
“I- well-” the villain sputtered but was cut off by the hero bringing their lips together, arms curling around the back of the villains head to pull them closer, resting their elbows on the other’s shoulders. The villain made some small embarrassing squeak noise as their hands came up to rest on the hero’s chest on instinct, though whether to push them away or pull them closer, the villain wasn’t sure. They instantly melted into it regardless. Even when they parted, the arms behind their head kept them only inches apart.
“See? See what kind of good things happen when you stop running away?” The hero teased quietly, tilting their head as they examined the villain’s flustered face fondly.
“N-noted,” the villain somehow managed to choke out, looking down, hands reaching up to unlink the hero’s behind their head so they could take a small step back and breath their own air again. Their head was spinning with feelings that made it impossible to think straight when they were standing so close. Though they compromised, allowing the hero to continue holding their hands. They didn’t even notice the smile growing on their features.
Yeah, “allowing”, that was the word that totally matched the giddy school girl inside of them at the moment.
“Why- I mean- what-…is there… why-”
The hero laughed softly as their thumb traced a scar on the back of one of the villain’s hands lazily, “it’s amazing how one kiss is all it takes to break that beautiful mind of yours completely,” they mused, tone a mix of fond and teasing.
“Shut up,” the villain muttered, pulling their hands out of the hero’s grasp in embarrassment, only for the hero to catch one of them before they could fully retreat.
“Hey- no- you know I mean it lovingly. It’s one of the many endearing things about you,” they explained, bringing the villain’s hand up to kiss their knuckles gently.
The villain somehow blushed more but faltered, all irritation scattered somewhere as they relaxed, knowing the hero meant well. They were too used to being defensive 24/7.
“Yeah… I know,” they conceded quietly, feeling that stupid smile crawling back onto their face at the feeling of the hero trying to intertwine their fingers but getting caught on the small circuit the villain was still holding.
The villain pulled their hand back shyly, setting the circuit down on the table next to them. Their gaze wandered over the table, past the button that would conceal its contents, though they didn’t press it despite the familiar flicker of panic at the realization the hero could still see their invention. When their gaze wandered back, the hero’s eyes were all but gleaming at them, a slight blush on their cheeks. Being looked at like that was not helping the villain’s situation.
“You didn’t cover it up,” the hero replied, a hint of disbelief hidden in their almost flattered tone.
The villain blushed, tucking their hands into their lab coat pockets, unsure what to do with them now (and way too shy to reach out for the hero’s hands themselves) as their gaze fell to the floor, and they shrugged, “You’ve been in here too long for it to make much of a difference anyway,” they lied.
The hero gave an amused smirk and tilted their head, “ouch, and here I thought I may have made some progress,” they pouted.
“Yeah, well- I wouldn’t say…it’s…” they trailed off as they saw the hero was looking at them with that stupid look again. Like they were the most amazing thing in the universe and somehow equally like the hero wanted to swallow them whole. Like no matter what was going on around them, the villain would always be the most interesting thing in the room.
The hero tilted their head the other way, some silent prompt to continue.
“You’ve got to stop looking at me like that,”
The hero grinned, maddeningly amused looking, clasping their hands behind their back as they took a step forward. The villain suddenly realized the pair had turned, so they were in between the counter and the hero.
“Like what?” They hummed.
“Like you are right now!” The villain squeaked, stepping back against the counter, which must have been exactly what the hero wanted based on the way their eyes lit up with mischief. The hero immediately leaned forward, resting a hand against the countertop on either side of the villain, effectively trapping them there. The villain could feel the heat crawling up their neck as their breath caught in their throat. They felt like they couldn’t breathe properly, having the hero this close.
“I’ll think about it,” the hero mused, eyes wandering over the villains face, expression so sickeningly fond it made the others stomach twist, “You’re really difficult to take my eyes off of, though,”
Though they knew the hero would let them go the second they asked, the villain found they sort of relied on the hero cornering them. It was like the action gave them an excuse to be so close, the faux feeling of the choice being out of their hands, so they just had to surrender themselves to the hero. They didn’t have to come up with excuses in their head that made their fluttering heart feel less guilty for fluttering.
That didn’t make it any less flustering of a situation, though.
Especially when their senses were filled with the intoxicatingly sweet and almost sugary smell of the hero’s shampoo, like the dizzying nuisance in front of them ate icing for breakfast, which honestly wouldn’t surprise the villain, if the taste of the other’s lips were anything to go by.
They blushed, realizing they knew what the hero’s lips tasted like, and god, they were in so much trouble here.
“Have I ever told you how cute you are when you’re deep in thought?”
The villain blinked as they snapped back to reality. Face lighting up. They glanced at the hero quickly before their gaze fell to the floor.
“Is there a reason you’re so, um… excitable… tonight?” The villain asked cautiously.
“Vanish has been officially locked up for good,” the hero smiled, pulling their hands back from the counter to stand up straight, and the villain found they almost missed the position.“Not that the special cell is even necessary any more thanks to whatever you did to his powers,”
“Uh-huh…” the villain nodded, raising an eyebrow, “And….?”
The hero huffed, some form of a light laugh, “How do you even know there’s more?”
“You’re pretty easy to read,”
The hero raised an eyebrow, knowingly, a smirk settling on their face, “Oh? That’s rich coming from you, considering you couldn’t tell I actually liked you until I kissed you,”
“Shut up!” The villain squeaked, blushing, though their words held no real anger, “That’s different!”
“Oh really? How so?” The hero purred, leaning forward to resume their position of trapping the villain against the counter.
“You’re avoiding the question!” was the squeaked reply.
“And you mine,” the hero argued, then smiled, “Tell you what, I’ll answer your question if you answer mine?”
“Fine,” the villain huffed, crossing their arms.
“Annnddddddd,” the hero continued, “you answer my question annnddd I get a kiss,” they smirked, leaning slightly closer.
The villain lit up a bright red, sputtering, “what?- but- I mean- wouldn’t you just- you know… anyway? Unless I asked you not to, wouldn’t you just do that, if you, y'know, wanted one?”
“Probably,” the hero agreed, “but I always kiss you,” one of their hands reached up, gently catching the villain’s chin to tilt their head up slightly,“ maybe I wanna see you kiss me,” their voice was dangerously close to a purr again, and the villains face felt like it was on fire.
“Okay, okay, what are you so hesitant to tell me?” The villain choked, desperate to change to the subject after shaking their head out of the hero’s hold. It wasn’t that they wouldn't want to kiss the hero standing in front of them; in fact, they very much enjoyed the activity, but they weren’t sure they’d have the guts to initiate it first.
“Hey! I’m not!- It isn’t-” the hero argued as they stood back up, crossing their arms with a huff. “I’m sure you know that every time a villain is officially caught, the hero agency makes an announcement on the news, praising the hero slash heroes responsible for catching them?”
“Uh-huh…?” The villain nodded, unsure where this was going, but sure they weren’t liking it.
“And so, obviously, my boss wants me to go up and give the speech,”
“And you don’t want to because…?”
“Because I wasn’t the one to catch him.”
“Certainly, at least not alone. We couldn’t have done it without you and, although reluctantly, my boss gave me permission to mention you, but obviously I’d never want to do that without your permission, but-”
“Slow down,” the villain interrupted, holding their hands up, “you want to give me credit? On public television? Why would you just ruin your image like that? Actually, scratch that, back up-” the villain waved their hands as if batting away the other words in the air, “What possible benefit could come from crediting me in the first place?”
The hero tilted their head, a soft, thoughtful expression on their face, which wasn’t the look the villain would have expected. They looked like they were piecing a puzzle together.
They reached forward, gently catching one of the villain’s hands in theirs, “Did… the thought ever occur to you…” the hero began, gently spinning a high-tech ring that was on the villain’s finger idly before continuing, “That I’m not ashamed of you?”
The villain froze, blushing brightly. It felt like the air had suddenly been knocked out of them. Their heart skipped a beat.
Because no. They had not considered that. A preposterous idea, really.
The hero smirked like the maddening creature knew exactly what effect they had on the villain. As if they were not only aware, but luxuriated in it, revelling in each and every response they could draw out; like coaxing out a wild animal of reactions.
The criminal in question was still frozen, staring star-struck at the hero in front of them, like a snake to a snake charmer. They’d never felt so helpless in a situation they had no real disadvantage in. Somehow, regardless of how often they were around them, the hero still managed to be completely dizzying.
The hero giggled, reaching forward with the hand that had been atop villains to tuck a strand of hair behind the others ear, causing them to shiver slightly, “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” the hero laughed, smiling fondly, “Is this really that surprising?”
The villain swallowed, “I would have, uh, assumed public image was of high importance to the hero agency,”
“Perhaps,” the hero nodded, “but we’re not talking about the hero agency here,” they took an abrupt step forward, raising the villain’s hand to rest against their chest, above their heart.
The villain’s eyes widened, because they could feel it racing, and that seemed like an admission in and of itself.
Or perhaps closer to proof of admission than the admission itself.
“We’re talking about me, and I, for one, think you’re wonderful,”
“Doesn’t get a say in my personal relationships,” the hero stated firmly, “not that I plan on making this aspect public,” they gestured between the two of them as the villain dropped their hand, “I only plan on giving credit where credit is due in relation to capturing vanish. You’re the reason he’s currently locked away. Whether they like that or not is irrelevant, and doesn’t change that fact either,”
“You never answered my question, though,” the villain replied, “Just because mentioning me won’t have a negative result, I still fail to see the positive,”
“Other than just crediting the right person?” The hero asked innocently. The villain simply raised an unimpressed eyebrow, caused the hero to drop their head with a huff, “I really am no match for you, am I?” They muttered, examining the villain’s other hand, which they’d sense grabbed in theirs. They took a deep breath, “I want your association with at least the hero agency known in case any of the smaller heroes in the city get any ideas, they’ll know you’re an ally and won’t give you any trouble,”
*Protection*. That’s what it had been about.
The villain’s heart gave a stupid achingly lovesick flutter, breath and words catching in their throat. The hero glanced at them, a mix of guilty and sheepish, as they dropped the villain’s hands, mistaking the villain’s silence for disapproval.
A soft, small smile grew on the villains face, “I think…” they started, before they used every bit of bravery they could muster to reach forward and retake one of the hero’s hands in their’s, which was rewarded with said hero looking up at the other in surprise. “I would rather be publically associated with you than the agency,”
The hero gave a sharp inhale of breath, looking even more surprised. The villain could swear they saw stars in their eyes, which only made the villain smile more.
“Call me a friend,” the villain offered, “just to test the waters… and we’ll go from there,”
“You know… you could always come…” the hero suggested, a sly look on their face.
The villain narrowed their eyes, “Don’t push it,” they warned, though the playful nature of the comment was apparent in their tone, causing the hero to snort a quiet laugh. “Besides, I’ll be there…” the villain started, causing the hero to look up at them in shock, only for the villain to smirk in a way the hero had learned always meant trouble, “Just in my own way,”
“I’m not even gonna ask,” the hero said, shaking their head with a fond smile, “I’ll let you surprise me,” Suddenly the hero’s expression shifted to mischievous, “What I am going to ask, however, is why you didn’t realize I liked you until I kissed you,”
The villain’s face lit up, having forgotten about their earlier deal while swept up in the moment. Whether they liked it or not, they’d agreed to answer…
The villain pulled both of their hands back, rubbing one of their arms subconsciously as they looked away at the floor.
“I didn’t realize you liked me because… I didn’t think someone like you could ever actually like someone like me. I thought it was some sort of mind game just to mess with my head, confuse me, so I let my guard down,” they dared a glance at the hero, whose face was a mix of softly attentive and contemplative before continuing. “Honestly,” the villain huffed a dry laugh, “I think I put the idea of it being for your own sadistic pleasure above you actually liking me,”
“I feel like I should be offended by that,”
The villain huffed again, smirking ever so slightly, leaning back against the edge of the counter behind them “well, if you aren’t offended yet, you probably will be once I tell you the thought had still been lingering in my mind until about 5 minutes ago,”
But that, *protection*, that was hard to argue with. The way the heros heart had been racing, the way their eyes lit up. That was real emotion, and there was no denying that, at least anymore. Something in their dynamic had shifted.
The hero took a small step forward, shaking their head, “Any offence is overshadowed by the joy of knowing I’ve since managed to convince you otherwise,” they explained with a smile. Suddenly, the comm in their pocket buzzed. The hero pulled it out, only to sigh in annoyance at whatever they saw.
“Looks like I’m being bat signalled to do more paperwork,” they explained with another sigh, rolling their eyes, “I’m sorry,"
"It’s okay, I understand,” the villain replied before they summoned every ounce of bravery they had, “So I don’t forget, though.."
They stood up off where they leaned against the counter, almost flush against the hero now, pushing up on their toes to give the quickest, lightest kiss to the hero’s lips before retreating, blushing brightly, "The other half of my end of the deal, from before…"
For a moment, it felt like their roles had switched, with the hero now staring at the villain, starstruck for a moment.
That was until suddenly the villain felt like they couldn’t tell up from down. The next thing they knew, they’d been lifted to sit on the edge of the counter, hands on either of the hero’s shoulders, who was flush against them and the edge of the counter below, hands still on the villain’s hips and- Oh, they were kissing again. Well, there wouldn’t be any complaints about the change from the villain’s end.
This kiss felt different, though; not quite aggressive, but claiming all the same, with a hint of desperation. The villain felt their heart fluttering like a butterfly in a thunderstorm.
"Sorry, couldn’t help myself,” the hero mused once they broke.
The villain just laughed, looking down at the hero from their elevated position, “Was that your way of trying to show me up? Tell me to take notes? What, was mine not good enough?” they joked.
“Yours was perfect,” the hero’s voice was getting dangerously close to a purr again, before it shifted back to teasing, “It should be illegal to just do something that adorable. *That* was revenge for thinking you could simply do something like that and get away with it. I’m a hero, remember? I can’t just let such crimes go unpunished,"
Despite how furiously they were now blushing, the villain still laughed again, before they simply looked down at the hero with a slight smirk, tilting their head, "Apparently, I need to get back in the crime game then,"
The hero gave them that maddening, knowing and mischievous grin before craning up on their toes for another kiss, only for the villain to pull back slightly.
"Don’t you have to get going?” the villain asked.
The hero’s face, which had been disappointed, returned to their smirk, “I got caught in traffic,"
"Now I’ve got you lying! I’m such a bad influence,” the villain joked.
“Another crime I can’t just let you get away with,” the hero replied, leaning up once more.
This time, they got their kiss.
