Hi! Could you write a story where the villain (F) and hero (M) used to date but broke up because the hero was only pretending to love them in order to gain information from them, but due to some reasons, a couple years later they were put in a mission together to hunt down a common enemy and the villain got injured trying to save the hero and now the hero is nursing them back to health? It can be hurt/comfort Or angst with a happy ending if its not too much trouble, I love your writing alot, thank you! :)
had an absolute banger of a time writing this one - thank you as always for the request!
If the hero had had a choice, he wouldn’t have chosen the villain as an ally. Hell, if he’d had a choice, this wouldn’t have happened at all.
“Get your manky hands off me,” the villain snaps coldly.
Nothing the hero isn’t used to. She usually has good reason to snap at him these days, but in this one instance it’s rather uncalled for.
“If you fancy dying,” he retorts sharply, “then by all means, clean your own wounds.”
The villain huffs angrily, but she adjusts all the same to let him see her injury. “You haven’t even said thank you for any of this,” is all she has to say to that.
The hero carefully lifts her shirt to study the gash on her side. It looks much better than it did when he first ended up with her sleeping on his sofa, but it still has a ways to go before it’s healed. She sighs and tuts and tries to hide her discomfort when he replaces the gauze.
“I know I’ve asked before, and I know you had no interest in giving me a straight answer,” he hero starts as he carefully smooths a hand over the new bandage, “but why would you do that?”
He doesn’t say what that is. He knows she knows. The way she avoids his gaze and shuffles uncomfortably on the sofa gives that away.
“My bad, I didn’t think you liked getting shot,” the villain says hotly. “Sorry for keeping that experience from you.”
The hero pulls her shirt back down and tries to catch her eye. She doesn’t let him. “Look, [Villain],” he tries gently, “I know you don’t like me. I just don’t—”
“Don’t like,” the villain cuts in, “is the understatement of the century.”
“I know. I’m—”
“I hate you.” The villain is seething now, her voice traitorously shaky. “You’re a liar, you’re a thief, and you’re an entire sack of shit. You’re the goddamn scum of the earth, y’know? Don’t think I’ve ever, ever forgotten what you did to me.”
And then, a little more hesitantly, “And I’ll never forgive myself for falling for it.”
The hero worries his lip for a moment, waiting. She doesn’t add anything. “Then why would you take a bullet for me?”
“Because I’m stupid.” It comes out too quick. “Because you ruined everything and made it complicated for me.”
The hero can’t think of a good answer to that. He doesn’t need one; she keeps going. “I know you never thought it was real, but I did.” She sniffs pitifully, wiping at her nose with the back of her hand. “I really thought we might be able to change for each other. I thought all the times you planned our dates, and brought me flowers, and told me you loved me, I thought it was real. But I don’t really know what I was expecting. Heroes don’t change.”
“I’m sorry, [Villain].” It seems ridiculous to say, like it’s all he has to offer. “I— I knew it would be hard when I left. I didn’t want to put that strain on you, but by the time I realised that I cared what happened to you afterwards, it was too late to back out.”
The villain finally meets his eyes, like she’s searching for something behind them the hero knows isn’t there. “Stop it,” she says sharply, her voice uncertainly quiet. “We’re not doing that anymore. I’m done with you lying to me.”
“You’ve taken a shot for me,” the hero continues carefully, “because, I think, some of those original feelings can’t be shaken off. Now, think for a second, [Villain]—if you did that, why do you think I brought you here to heal the wound?”
Some sort of croaky laugh tears itself from the villain’s throat. “Either you finally realised you feel bad for what you did to me,” she suggests with a sigh, “or you thought it’d be funny to make me experience your sad, beige living room one last time.”
“Hey now,” the hero retorts with a smile. Genuine, the hero finds, more genuine than it has been in a long time. “I bought that blanket because of you.”
The villain studies the throw sitting on her lap, running her finger over the raggedy lines in the stitches. “This is barely not beige. It’s khaki.”
“Khaki,” the hero repeats sarcastically, and now he can see the slight smile on the villain’s face too. “It’s green, you weirdo.”
“Green with an undertone of beige.”
The two of them laugh shortly, and the silence that follows isn’t completely tense.
“Look,” the hero starts, his voice cautiously soft, “I know I screwed up. I know I’ve broken your trust. You’ve no reason to like me, but…”
The villain’s staring at him now, a slight furrow in her brow. She always looked like this when she was concentrating—hair falling over her face, lip caught between her teeth, that little furrow in pride of place between her brows. He always thought it was the cutest thing in the world. He still does.
“If you’d give me the chance,” he continues after a deep breath, “would you give it a second try? For real this time.”
The furrow deepens. “I have no more information to give you.”
“Oh, I think you have plenty,” the hero says with a smirk. “For example, you never told me when your birthday is.”
Something not entirely negative flickers across the villain’s face. “If you’re lying to me a second time, I’ll be obligated to kill you.”
“Sounds fair to me.” The hero pulls the blanket up to the villain’s shoulders, brushing a stray hair from her face. “I’ll let you think about it, anyway. I’ll go make you something nice—how’s a full English sound?”
“Divine,” the villain says lightly.
The hero shoots her a gentle smile, one he’s glad to see her return, and makes for the door. His hand is on the handle when she pipes up, “By the way…”
He glances back at her. Her hands bunch the top of the blanket, her cushion tucked cosily behind her head, a slight grin on her face.
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Hello!! I recently read your ff about yjh x oc and I'm absolutely in love with the story, it's such an amazing story and you're such a wonderful writer!! Thank you so much for writing such a great story!! That's all :D your writing is really appreciated!! <33 :)
oh my gosh, thank you so much!! i'm so glad you enjoy it and i hope i can keep doing well with it (o´▽`o) i actually have a lil comic i'm getting commissioned for the last chapter that got released, so hopefully it'll be out soon! i'll be reblogging it here and at @renren-writes
