I got “Superhero/Supervillain, vulnerable/trusting.” For the romance generator, and I just need either jarry or taito with that prompt if you’re interested, dear ;w;
Nooo, this hasn't been in my inbox for [checks date] over three years, what are you talking about? 😅
I loved this prompt since I got it, hope you'll like it too 💜
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It was late, definitely after midnight, when Harry got woken up by a knock on the door.
He had always been a light sleeper, it came with the profession of being a superhero, but usually it was an alarm or a text alert from one of his fellow heroes that disturbed his sleep, not something as mundane as a knock on his door.
Warily, he got up, thinking about putting on his costume, then deciding against it. If someone knew where he lived, they knew who he was, or they knew his civilian identity but not his hero one.
The knock sounded again, and he hurried to the door, opening it cautiously.
But nothing could have prepared him for the sight he was greeted with.
In front of him stood The Nightingale, a villain his team had fought often enough and never managed to best.
Harry blinked in shock, calling upon his sun powers, which was always more difficult during the night, when he realised that The Nightingale had made no move to attack him.
In fact, he had made no move at all, instead looking like he would fall over any second, and finally, Harry noticed the blood staining his side.
“What?”, he got out, and The Nightingale blinked, obviously having trouble focusing.
“I didn’t know where else to go”, The Nightingale choked out, and Harry’s heart squeezed painfully in his chest.
He sounded so resigned and sad, and he was hurt, and Harry just couldn’t leave him like this.
“Come on, let’s get you inside”, he decided, reaching for The Nightingale’s arm, who seemed genuinely surprised that Harry was actually helping him.
With a little effort, Harry got him onto the couch, where he sunk into the cushions, still looking supremely uncomfortable and in pain.
“I need to look at that”, Harry said, nodding to the blood that fortunately didn’t seem to have become more.
The Nightingale blinked again slowly, the he tried to sit forward, but it was obvious that he wouldn’t get his shirt off without help.
Harry went over to him, trying to peel his shirt off without hurting him too much, but when his hand brushed The Nightingale’s side, he sucked in a breath, and Harry’s heart skipped a beat.
He knew that sound, knew this chest, knew that trail of hair that vanished into his trousers, had touched all of this and more countless times, had drawn this and other noises out of the man before him.
But no, that couldn’t be right. He just couldn’t accept it.
He reached for The Nightingale’s mask, and he made no move to stop him.
“James?”, he croaked, looking into the eyes he had admired so often and wondering how he had never noticed.
“Hello Harry”, James answered, his smile sad.
Harry shook his head. This just couldn't be happening.
The man he had been sleeping with for months, the man he had been slowly losing his heart to, was his enemy?
“Did you know?”, he got out, and James sighed.
“Not a first, but… for a while.”
Harry nodded shakily. A while. So while they had been going on dates, while they had laughed together, and eaten together, and spend lazy mornings in bed together, all the while James had known that they were enemies.
“But you never… you could have...” Harry realised how vulnerable he had been, how easy it would have been for James to finish him off.
But James shook his head. “Darling, I could never.”
It was unfair how Harry’s heart still skipped a beat at the endearment, and he shook his head to clear it.
“Why not?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” James looked at him clearly, and there was no deception in his eyes when he said “Because I love you.”
It was all Harry had ever wanted to hear, but not like this.
“That’s not fair”, he replied, and leaned forward to kiss James, because even now, his heart couldn’t resist.
“Harry?” James seemed completely surprised, and Harry sighed.
This was all too much, and James was still hurt.
He leaned his forehead against James’ briefly.
“Let’s get you cleaned up. We’ll get some rest, and then tomorrow we’ll talk.”
“Thank you.” James leaned in to kiss him again, and Harry let him.
He already knew that whatever James would tell him tomorrow, he wouldn’t betray him. He was proud to have James’ trust, and whatever happened, he wouldn’t loose that.
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