#cold hero

"Aren't you a little mean for a hero?"

The hero's already furrowed expression contorted into an outright threat. "Oh, go jump of building."

Villain flinched back a step. "See, that's what I'm talking about, heroes shouldn't--"

"What?" Hero interrupted, sizing Villain up. "Go ahead, say it. Criticize me because I don't fit your personal perceptions of heroism." Villain had been feeling pretty good about where they stood against this hero but suddenly they felt small and pathetic under their glare. "How many crimes have I stopped? How many people have I saved? How many villains have ensured never harm a hair on anyone's head again? Did I do any of that by being nice? By sashaying around in my cape and flirting with villains?"

Villain bumped the wall behind them, and Hero slammed a fist above their head.

"You think I should bantering with you?" Hero said. "Exchanging kisses for info?"

"W-well..." Villain swallowed helplessly.

Hero is a stoic, reserved and cold kind of person. Whilst Villain is a flirty, seductive and observant person.

Like when they were fighting at their usual battleground, Villain can't get enough of flirting with their attractive hero. Villain said something that made Hero blush and stutter and Villain just finds it cute and teases them about it.

Fluff supremacy obvii 🙄💅🏼💅🏼🛐

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cw. suggestive af

“Oh? Isn’t it obvious that I want you to tie me up and do me in bed?” the villain said so flippantly, their eyes curling up like a crescent moon; hoping it could at least make the hero’s haughty demeanor move. And it did. It moved their nemesis’ entire body so badly, they saw how the hero’s shoulder flinched, and their cheeks reddened out of the blue. They could see it despite the hero not facing them. 

A smirk formed on their lips, so this is how the so-called stoic hero reacts when the villain acts shamelessly. The villain crossed their arms, placing their hand on their cheeks; watching the hero’s rigid and stupefied reaction from their words. How many centuries have they tried to make the villain blush, but all they got was a scowl or an icy glare? If they knew the hero wanted to push them in the bed, then they would’ve probably done it a million years ago. Daily.

“Hero, don’t tell me,” the villain paused, acting surprised and betrayed and dramatically putting their palm on their mouth.

“It's not what you think-“ the hero began to explain, but another flirtatious remark from the villain interrupted their explanation.

“You think of me in that kind of way?” they emphasized the kind of way with how they bat their lashes to create a tremendous impact on the hero’s internal struggle. And they successfully did, without batting an eye. The icy scowl is replaced with a blank look with reddened cheeks. They look drunk rather than embarrassed. The villain’s grin became wider, their eyes scrutinizing every effect of their words at the hero. How adorable.

The hero blinked away from their drunken stupor, preparing another explanation to save their face and weakness from the villain. But the villain, as always, didn’t let the hero do it as they stepped forward to be one step away from the hero’s lips. A sweetly one step closer for their lips to touch, but the villain inclined their face on the side; not giving a chance for the hero to capture their lips and eat them whole.

There’ll be no fun if they do that. Because the way the hero's breath hitch as their lips drew close and how their heart beats fast near the villain is entertaining. They want the hero to wonder and hold themselves back until they cannot do it anymore; teasing them until they can’t get enough of this sweet torture from the villain. Just thinking about it is enough to the villain’s adrenaline surge inside their veins, licking their lips in amusement.

“Villain,” the hero said through gritted teeth, their nails digging deep into the flesh of their palms. “What are you trying to do?” 

“Oh?” the villain said through their innocent eyes, but their hands wandered on the hero’s shoulder to their neck, then finally their cheeks. The hero grabbed their wrists, eyes darkening as their precious secret gradually comes free from their repression. The villain is playing such a treacherous game with no way out, but here they are; playing until they find out the ending.

“Don't try,” the hero hissed, danger looming in their voice.

“Instead of saying that,” the villain cocked their head, voice full of challenge, “Say, try me.”

That is all what it takes for the hero to capture the villain’s lips.

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“You’re dying.” The villain said. It wasn’t a question.

“Oh? On what might you base that conclusion on?” The hero sniffed, shivering.

With a sigh and ignited hands, the villain walked towards the hero, placing their flames on the hero’s arms. The flames died as soon as they touched the hero’s skin.

The villain reignited.

“Stop that!” The hero commanded after the second round of flames extinguished.

“You’re cold, this might help.” With fiery hands, the villain walked towards the hero once more.

“I don’t get cold!” They protested. “I am the epitome of all that’s cold. I make cold.”

The hero jerked away from an increasingly annoyed villain. “Your ice is freezing you from the inside out! Let me help you.” They swiped towards the hero, who kept as far back as possible.

However, the hero had a hard time avoiding the villain, as their freezing limbs slowed them down. With one arm in the villain’s grasp, they ignited, only for their flames to die out.

Calmly, the villain stood in thought, watching the progressively weakening hero.

“Ok.” The villain shrugged, and pulled the rest of the hero towards them, scooping them into warm arms. “We’re going back to the lab, fix you up.”

“No!” The hero shoved away from the villain, and landed on two stiff feet.

“Stop being a brat.”

“Your mom’s a brat!”

The villain rolled their eyes. “I’m assuming that was a statement of delusions made by your very sick and dying brain.”

In no time, the villain stood before the hero, hoisting them up again.

“You can’t die yet, idiot.”

The villain waited for a reply, only to hear soft snores from the hero. Subconsciously, the villain kept themselves warm, trying to ward off as much of the cold as possible.

The villain tried their hardest not to roll their eyes, but their hardest wasn’t enough. How could someone so swift, so cool headed, be so stupid?

Maybe it was the way their hair fell messily down or the way that the rain had soaked through their costume. Or the sad, little puppy dog eyes they wore under their mask. Villain wasn’t sure what it was but today they didn’t want to fight Hero. They looked so cold in their barely-a-costume superhero costume and the rain was still falling down on them.

Villain had the sense to dress for the weather; they were decked out head to toe in water proof material. Their counterpart hadn’t and they were very clearly soaked to the bone in their black sweatshirt and hoodie.

“Let’s call it a day, Hero. I keep this one bag of jewels and leave you alone for the rest of the week and you go home. Seems like a fair deal to me.” Villain held up the small bag in their hand and shook it loudly.

Hero didn’t respond, instead they lunged forward and tried to snatch the jewels. Villain dodged them and looked down at their hero. They saw a chattering jaw and shivering body.

“The rains only gonna get worse and you aren’t exactly dressed for the weather. It’d be best if we both went home. I can see you shaking, don’t deny that you’re freezing.” Villain stretched their free hand out and rested it on Hero’s chattering jaw. Their skin was cold. Cold enough for Villain to consider upping their offer to a month of no crime, if it meant Hero would warm up.

Hero moved and let one of their hands linger over Villains for a moment. “You really mean it, one week of no trouble?”

“Cross my heart, Hero,” Villain hesitantly pulled their hand back from Hero’s face and away from the hand that had cradled their own. They were surprised Hero hadn’t flinched back or knocked them away angrily. Instead they’d held Villains hand in their own. Villain knew, logically, that it was for warmth, but their heart was not logical, it never had been. “You look cold. You should go home and change out of that wet sweatshirt. You’re gonna catch pneumonia at this rate.”

Hero sighed, “Fine. You go straight home and I go home right now, and you don’t do anything illegal for a week. Those are the conditions. It’s that easy?”

“It’s that easy.”

“Deal.” Hero smiled before turning and bolting away.

Usually Villain would have taken that as their cue to go, but they stood there for a moment, watching the rain fall around them and looking at the back of their hand, where Hero had held them.

Eventually, Villain turned to go. It was only then that they realized both of their hands were empty and no bags of jewels were in sight...

Ambulance Ride:

Whumpee: Villain’s Sidekick (a good bean)

Whumper: Hero, I guess?? (a not so good bean)

Caretaker: Villain (a precious bean - I’m in one of those moods, don’t question it)

Villain tried with all their might to lift the massive beam off their Sidekick’s leg. They tried not to listen to Sidekick’s ragged scream and rushed breathing, to the pain in their back at lifting something so heavy. They pretended Sidekick’s blood wasn’t all over their hands and making the grip slippy. They couldn’t let go, they just couldn’t!

“Move!” Villain managed, barely able to breathe with the strain they were holding up.

Sidekick tried to drag themselves back, but the pain it brought to their leg was overwhelming. They weren’t able to drag themselves all the way out.

“Move!” they bellowed again, through clenched teeth. They felt like they’d shatter.

Hero had finally caught up to them both. They asked no questions, they just grabbed Sidekick under the arms and pulled them to safety.

Villain dropped the beam and collapsed with it, barely able to lift their arms or their head. It took a minute for them to muster the strength to struggle over to Sidekick, scooping them up in their over-exerted arms. Sidekick clung to their shirt in a bid to control the pain.

“This time, it’s over [Villain],” Hero said, their chest rising and falling deeply. Villain looked up to see Hero bringing their hand up to their earpiece. “Bring them in, they’re secure-”

“[Hero], no. Please, at least let me get [Sidekick] out of here. I’m willing to go quietly, but please, not them. Let me help them.”

Hero kept their stony expression. Their hand stayed up by their head. “Call an ambulance, [Villain’s Sidekick] has broken their leg.”

“No!” Villain snapped, “They need my help. Your hospitals aren’t good enough!”

Hero drew their weapon, bracing for Villain to rush to their feet. They didn’t. They pulled Sidekick a little closer. Hero said “I’m sure our hospitals are better than any chop shop you have in a back alley. You don’t get a say in this, [Villain]. Now get up and back away from them with your hands in the air.”

“Run,” Sidekick whimpered.

Villain looked down at them, and then up to Hero. “I’m not moving.”

Hero stormed toward them and Villain quickly but carefully got to their feet. Their fight was short-lived. Villain was still in too much pain and Hero didn’t pull their punches. Villain lost their footing and fell on their knee. Hero pounced, grabbing their arm and twisting it behind their back. Villain cried out as Hero held them in place. “No!”

Sirens sounded getting closer. Sidekick couldn’t get up from the ground. “Run!” they begged, “fight!”

But Villain couldn’t.

“They’re not moving,” Hero remarked cooly. “You’ve both had this coming for a long time.”

Police cars arrived first, getting control of the area and the two criminals. Villain felt an agonising jolt of pain shoot up their shoulder as they tried to fight to throw themselves forward to protect Sidekick and they cried out. Hero drove them down to the floor. Sidekick’s breathing was getting faster. Panic was setting in.

“You’re going to be alright,” Villain said to them, but neither of them had the confidence to really believe it.

An ambulance pulled in, and Sidekick shrieked with fear. They tried to crawl away, but there was nowhere to go “No! No, I. I don’t want to go in. Please, no!” The police had a firm grip until the medics were able to move over and deal with Sidekick’s broken leg. Sidekick fought with everything they had.

Villain could see things were starting to spiral. “Let me go to them, please,” Villain begged. Hero didn’t even acknowledge them.

“[Sidekick], you’re going to be okay,” they called out with more passion. “It’s going to be alright. No matter what, I’ll find you. I swear I’m not going to leave you for a minute longer than I’m forced to. Breathe, [Sidekick, please try to take deep breaths.”

Sidekick was lifted onto a stretcher just as two armed officers took over from Hero, forcing them into the back of the police van.

“I’m not going to leave you,” Villain promised just before the doors were slammed shut.

“[Villain]!” Sidekick screamed, breaking down into weak sobs.

Sidekick couldn’t breathe. No more bright lights and needles. Villain had promised there would be no more doctors and lab coats and no more tests and people enjoying seeing their pain. When Villain had rescued them from that research centre, Villain had sworn to protect them. Hero had come between them and that oath.

Sidekick was handcuffed to the railings on either side of the bed. There was little the medics would be able to do until they got them back to the hospital. Hero had decided to get in the ambulance with them, curious about what the fuss was about. Besides, there was every chance of a rescue mission. They sat in the seat along from the bed and watched Sidekick’s gradual downward spiral.

The very mention of a sedative had turned Sidekick into a panicking sobbing mess. They went limp and perfectly yellow, trembling and trying to curl up with the very limited movement they had left. That only seemed to make things worse for them.

“Please let me go,” Sidekick whimpered. “Please, don’t take me back. Don’t let them take me back!”

Hero wasn’t sure how they were meant to respond. Sidekick mewled, hitting their head off the bed they lay on. “Enough of that,” Hero snapped. “Relax already. The only place you’ll be going is prison once this is in a cast. Where the hell do you think we’re taking you?”

Sidekick shuddered and went quiet. They weren’t going to get an answer. It just made them all the more curious. Just what had Sidekick gone through that had made them so afraid? That made Villain so protective?

They were determined to find out.

 CW. Blood

“You are the hero's comrade.” the villain sneered, pointing the edge of the blade against the sidekick's neck. The sword was imbued in a bloody red aura, cracking after it grazed the sidekick's skin; whose blood trickled down without the wound healing. The villain's gaze darkened by the sight of the blood, cutting the wound deeper while ignoring the winces leaving the sidekick's throat. They wanted this person's cut off, but wouldn't it make the hero sad?

They raised their sword, preparing the blade to cut the sidekick's neck with graceful control and precision. But before their blade reaches the sidekick's skin, a shimmering yellow aura halts them, knocking the blade out of the villain's hand. The hero came to save the day, kicking the sidekick away from their enemy's reach, and slashing strands of the villain's hair. Their blade was close to cutting their enemy's neck, but crimson red energy halted their sword. All they could do was grit their teeth in annoyance, pulling away their swords and swinging on the other side of the villain's neck.

But this time, the villain created a vicious crimson sword with black and red edges fighting in dominance; in which, defending the hero's second attack. “Long time no see, hero,” they snickered, their black robes swinging with the breeze while dodging the hero's impending attacks. Their swords clashed together at a speed no human could see, and despite having power— the sidekick could only grit their teeth for not being able to watch them fight. Even if they try to help the hero, they'll die in a single incision, without mercy.

The fight never ends as the dust continues to cloud around them, their powers fighting in a lightning strike for every clash of their blades.  Gold and crimson dance inside the globe of dust, and it is clear none of them desires to give up. The sidekick watched the fight , waiting for the hero to come out with the villain's head in their hand. The swords meeting together finally come to an end, then the globe of dust fades.

The villain's sword breaks into pieces, but recreates again with a single snap of their finger. Their hero, yet, only wiped their sweat and raised their hand— pulling the invisible thread they tied around the villain— their nemesis came flying in front of them, kneeling like an obedient dog with a leash on their neck.

“Fascinating,” the villain said, dropping their sword on the ground and dissipating into the air. “I never knew you had such a playful trick,”

“Of course, you knew.” the hero stared at the villain's grin, but why does the sidekick feel betrayed rather than excited? The hero has the villain's life on their hand, this is worth celebrating! They stood up but fell on the ground as if they were limp. Confusion played on their faces, they were about to shout for the hero's help but stopped when no sound came

out of their mouth.

What the hell is happening?

“You tried to kill my sidekick.” they ran their thumb on the villain's lips, gazing at their villain like how a lover would stare at each other. “And you've fallen in love with my thread like a dog feeling a sense of belonging, how could I not suspect that you want to experience it again?”

Those words sent heat down on the villain’s body, acting like this is indeed worth it if the hero is going to treat them in this way. They intentionally covered the sidekick’s presence, even if the hero is well aware their comrade is watching with an open eye. Both chose to ignore the surprised sidekick, covering their eyesight with fog for them to stop peeping. The hero gave a side way glance on their helpless sidekick staring in nowhere, then returned their gaze at the villain on their knees.

“What experience?” the villain asked, batting their eyelashes as a faint breath escaped their lips after the hero pulled the thread up— blood trickled on the golden thread, grazing the villain's skin like a scalpel. Rather than wincing on the pain, a leer draws on their lips, gazing at the hero with hazy eyes. They reached at their neck, feeling the dull thread on their neck and the blood decorated on it. “Oh this?”

“… Exactly,” the hero muttered under their breath, their aloof gaze unalterable, though there was a faint blush flushing on their ears that the villain noticed. The villain cocked their head, extending their hand to stroke the blood on the hero’s cheeks, down to their lips. A smile ran on their lips, staring at their hero with daring eyes. They stopped their hand on the hero’s chest, clutching it, and ripping it apart, revealing the fresh wound they marked yesterday. The fresh wound scarred into the villain’s initials, their eyes flashing red when the blood on their hand marks it again.

“I wonder who is the real dog right now,”

“For such a cute little kitten to want a leash, you are really daring.” the hero breathed out, “I may be your loyal servant, but it doesn’t mean that I can’t tie you up in a bed.”

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