AVVAIL LOVE
can u write something about a manipulative hero pls big fan uwu >.<
tw: captivity
Somewhere, a door squeaked open.
Hero stiffened in their retraints, the metal chains digging into their skin painfully, craning their gaze up to the bars of their cell to see who had come in.
Footsteps started towards their cell.
Hero’s heart began pounding in their chest, shifting uncomfortably from where they were stood, toes just barely scraping the floor and arms suspended high above them.
They briefly heard a murmur from the cell next to them. They knew Leader had been thrown in a cell to their left, yet the whereabouts of the rest of their captured crew were unknown to them. Hero felt wholy responsible for their safety, considering the reason they were here was their fault.
They swallowed, mouth dry.
Even before they arrived at their cell, Hero knew it was Villain. They knew they had come down for them, they knew they wanted to talk to them, because why else would Villain have taken them in the first place?
They released a shuddering breath. Letting their head hang, they submitted to the exhaustion in their body, making their breath shallow, letting panic overwhelm.
Villain stopped still, standing behind the bars of their cell, and Hero could feel their piercing eyes landing on them almost instantly.
They needed to find their teammates. Being stuck in this cell was the worst place they could be.
Softly, they let small, stifled cries slip past their lips. Acting as though they hadn’t realised the villain was there, they let the throbbing ache overtake their muscles, shaking and trembling in their restraints.
Villain smiled, tilting their head. “Poor thing.”
Hero gasped, snapping their head up with watery, wide eyes. Tears were uncontrollably tracking down their cheeks, their bottom lip quivering when they finally met the villain’s steely gaze.
The criminal’s eyes glinted.
“Such a sweet sight,” they purred softly. “What ever is the matter, darling?”
The hero squeezed their eyes shut, a shuddering sob choking in their throat. They struggled to get anything out through their shallow breaths, the air having thinned dramatically.
They weakly tugged on the chains, biting into the already sensitive skin.
“V-Villain,” they whimpered. “Please...”
“Please?” Villain echoed, smirk twitching at the corner of their lips. The glint in their eye couldn’t hide the fact that they loved hearing the hero beg like that. “Please what?”
The hero’s chest squeezed painfully, and it felt like they were hyperventilating.
“I-It hurts,” they sobbed, the tears relentless as they streaked down their skin, slipping off their chin. They fell silently to the ground. “I can’t take it anymore, I-I...can’t do this...”
They hadn’t noticed the villain walking into the cell. They’d crept closer, like they wanted a front row seat. Their lips were curled into a satisfied smile.
“I don’t quite understand what you’re asking for here, Hero,” they taunted, a dark tone dripping off their words when they uttered their name. Tasting it off their tongue like it was wine. “Speak clearly.”
The hero’s exhausted sobs echoed through the cell. When their head weakly dropped, the villain’s fingers gently tapped the bottom of their chin, tilting it back up to face them.
Their eyes scanned their face slowly, drinking in every little detail on their broken face.
“Y-You...” The hero sniffled, a truly pathetic edge to their tone. “...said you liked me, d-didn’t you?”
Villain quirked a brow.
“Just please...p-please let me down,” they pleaded. “I-I’ll do anything.”
A dark grin spread across the villain’s face.
Hook, line, and sinker.
“Anything?”
Hero frantically nodded their head, the tears glistening like gemstones. “Yes. Y-Yes, I’m begging you...”
They caught their gaze, and innocently battered their eyelashes. “Please?”
It didn’t take much longer than that until the villain was unlocking their chains, and the hero’s weight crashed back into them. For good measure, they staggered weakly into the villain’s chest, falling pathetically into their arms.
Villain cooed softly, their hand carding through their hair.
“This is a good colour on you, sweetheart,” they whispered into their ear, and Hero let out a soft whine at the words.
Villain took them out of the cell, arm wrapped around their shoulder, keeping them pressed securely into their side. The hero melted under the warmth, leaning eagerly into their touch.
When they passed Leader’s cell, Hero noticed they were on their feet, eyes wide and jaw clenched, having heard everything from beside them.
Effortlessly, the hero let a smile grace their lips, and they shot them a triumphant wink.
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