Find Stars In The Dark

like, what other song can make that claim?

The crowd cheering after the first stanza when they realize what they’re all doing

So many people audibly ‘doing the guitar parts’… like ya do

The sheer number of voices joining the rediculous falsetto (thanks, Roger)

How they all start jumping at the ramp-up “so you think you can stomp me”

May you write some flirty!villain x hero?

If you don't want to it's okay, have a nice week!

“My eyes are up here, darling,” the villain purred. 

“Your eyes,” the hero bit out, even as they felt their face colour, “are not the parts of you liable to kill me.” They kept their gaze locked on the villain’s hands - capable as they were of quick, lethal movements. A magician. Now you see your life, and oh whoops, now you don’t in a moment of misdirection. 

The villain laughed.  “Don’t worry, I like what I see too.”

“No, that’s not-” the hero paused. They liked what they saw. What? Their stare shot up on instinct to try and read the villain’s expression. 

In that instant, the hero flicked a hand and power shot out from their fingertips, twining around the hero’s body and yanking them trapped in the air. 

The villain’s expression? Smiling. Definitely smiling. 

The hero cursed and launched into struggling.

The villain sauntered closer in the meanwhile, leisurely now that there was less risk of getting punched in the face, and stopped in front of the hero. They considered the hero’s thrashing for a moment, hands on their hips.

“Really,” the villain said, “who comes up with your costumes? They’re practically a public service. Very distracting. Is it a conspiracy?” 

“Let me down!”

“Oh, relax. My powers would never have got past your shields if there was malevolent intent behind the action. At least not according to my file.”

That was...true, but...the hero stared at them, wide-eyed.

“So, you’re new, huh?” the villain asked. “I haven’t seen you around much before.”

“I can’t decide if that’s interrogation or a terrible pick up line.”

The villain grinned. “Can’t it be both?”

The hero swallowed, staring at the villain, uncertainly.  “You’re not very professional, are you?”

“This isn’t work. More of a...hobby.” The villain continued to study them. “A social call.”

“A social call?”

“I wanted to see what I was up against. I’m not here to fight you. At least, not this time. I heard you were assigned to me.”

“Right,” the hero said. “And what do you think you’re up against?”

Their gaze’s met, the villain’s heated enough that the hero felt their breath catch. They swallowed, and could feel the way the villain tracked that movement to. They were suddenly very aware that the uniform they’d been given was...well, the costume department said it was tight so it didn’t impede their movements. Suddenly they were wondering if there really wasn’t more to it.

“Someone I’d quite like to be up against, if you know what I mean.”

The hero spluttered. “That’s an awful pun.” 

“You’re blushing.”

“No I’m not!”

The villain raised a brow.

“Yeah, well,” the hero floundered. “Your outfit is ridiculous!”

“Oh, please, I look fantastic.”

The hero scowled, because the villain did. Evil shouldn’t be allowed to be that gorgeous. They’d never seen the villain in person before, only ever as a far off speck on the TV.

 The villain laughed, their amusement only seeming to grow. Their gaze continued to roam. 

“My eyes,” the hero said, only a little breathlessly, “are up here.”

They stared at each other. 

“I think,” the villain said, reaching out to trail a hand up the hero’s side. “That we’re going to have a lot of fun together. Don’t you?”