I have a request (if you’re still taking them)
Hero x villain but yk the trope of “oh shit I’m almost dying, my enemy is my only option” instead “oh shit I’m dying, I might be ok at home; how convenient that my enemy is here”
:) 🕯️candle as payment (I love your writing sm btw, just 🥰🥰🥰)
It was laughable. Hilarious. Ridiculous.
Halfway home the hero had noticed something stinging in their stomach. It wasn't enough to concern them, though it felt like they were going to die a horrifc death any second. Sharp moments of pain were much too familiar to them to heed. In truth, they were surprised their body had made it this far.
Then, on the subway, they noticed something sticky. At first, they tried to ignore the warm feeling that was evolving into a scorching hot nightmare under their clothes. They didn't dare to reach under their jacket and feel what was going on. So, they got off the subway, ignored the cruel pain. It took them long to get home today, terribly long but they didn’t really mind that either. Everything seemed like a fever dream but that could’ve also been the weather's fault, right?
And then, when they turned around the corner and bumped into a guy, pain exploded in their stomach, so hard, so nauseating it made them want to throw up. It occurred to them on their doorstep that maybe they weren’t alright. And really, as they reached under their shirt, they felt the blood.
Once they were home, they threw themselves onto the couch, taking in a deep burning breath. Somehow everything spun around them. They were dying. It was so overwhelming they were too incensed to actually do something. All of it had happened so quickly. Their jacket was soaked in red soup.
“Boo.”
“Holy shit—” The hero nearly got a heart attack. A blurred version of their nemesis towered above them, clearly interested in what was happening. The hero’s voice was screeching metal. “Don’t do that.”
“What…” The villain eyed the wound, their eyes calculating. Their playful smirk fell and got replaced with an honest frown. “What happened?”
“I don’t know, I—” The hero didn’t finish the sentence. But they hissed in agony. There were tears in their eyes. They felt weak and pathetic. They didn’t want this. They wouldn’t survive this. There was only one way left. “Please kill me.”
The villain glared at them.
“No fucking way,” they said.
“Please—”
“No.”
The villain pushed them down harshly which made them sigh even more pathetically. With quick hands, the villain managed to take off the jacket and shirt.
“Please…” the hero whispered. They felt the villain’s warm hands on them. A gentle touch in a mad situation. It was a glimpse of heaven, the hero thought. They looked down at their stomach and realised how much blood loss they actually had endured.
“Fuck…” the villain mumbled. “Not you too…”
“Wait, what do you…” The hero couldn’t keep their eyes open. “…what do you—”
They grabbed the villain’s wrist as hard as they could and started squeezing.
“Please.”
“No,” the villain said. “Sleep.”
That was unfair. The villain ruled over sleep and dreams. They could make nightmares come to life, they could make people sleep for centuries. They could numb people, turn them into maniacs from insomnia. It was insane.
And that’s all they needed. A command. One command and the hero passed out.
They awoke after what felt like seconds. Everything felt numb, everything swam in their head. They found themselves in their own soft bedding and when they turned around, they bumped into a sleeping villain.
It didn’t take them long to blush.
“Go back to sleep,” the villain mumbled. Not a sleeping villain, then.
The hero looked down at themselves and surprisingly so, they were in perfect condition. Their skin was healed. No blood. No scars. Nothing.
Maybe all of it had been a dream the villain had created.
“Don’t go in the bathroom, it looks like I slaughtered a pig,” the villain murmured into the pillow. “Come here.”
The hero obeyed and pulled the blanket up to their nose, their body close against the villain’s. They’d been in intimate situations before but this…
“You alright?” the villain whispered.
“I’m perplexed. What happened?” The hero didn’t even mind the proximity. They just wanted answers.
“You had a parasite that fed on your powers,” the villain said groggily.
“What?” the hero screeched. They wished they would’ve died. This was worse than death.
“Alien parasite. Eating powers.”
“That’s disgusting.” They squeezed their eyes shut and tried to push that image away. Something living inside of them. They needed to puke.
“It is.”
“Oh god, I’m gonna throw up.” They covered their mouth with their hand and sat up in bed again.
“Don’t,” the villain groaned. “You’re not the first one to have it and you won’t be the last.”
“I’m seriously gonna throw up,” they said. They felt their throat tighten, felt the tears coming, the saliva…
“Not on me, pretty please,” the villain answered. They put a hand on the hero’s back and suddenly, all those horrible feelings washed away. They supposed it was some sleep magic or something. “Easy. You did well. You’re okay.”
The hero took in a deep breath.
“Those parasites don’t look like animals, they’re like a smooth black ball that absorbs energy.”
“That’s not helping me,” the hero said. They were so overwhelmed. Parasite? The villain next to them? “How did you kill it?”
“I made a bargain.”
“What does that mean?” the hero said. They were so desperate for answers it hurt.
“Please let us rest, I’ll tell you everything in a few hours. It’s been a long night.” They grabbed the hero’s waist and held them as if they were two lovers. They pulled them closer, their chin on the hero’s forehead.
“Last thing, why are we sleeping in one bed if I may ask?”
“Heals you.” The villain shrugged. “And you’re the only one who can make me fall asleep.”
pt. 2
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