#because for you they will reduce themselves in value . something abt it scratches my brain just the right way

[mirohtron]

Hey hey hey!! Hru bestie? Its been a while! Here's some ☕&🍮 (bc who doesn't love the jiggly caramel desert). I hope this finds you well :D we should totally hangout sometime (on the server lol).

I've also come to maybe request a hurt hero and Villain helping them out. Maybe Hero is flustered?

- Snow ❄️

It wasn't, exactly, that touch flustered them. It was just that every time they winced, went stiff with the shock of pain, flinched at the metals on the tray clicking together, the villain would hush them. Tangle firm fingers into their hair, tug, and say, "that's a dear," or, "you're so good for me."

Most times they thought they were good at hiding it. The effect the villain's praise had on them. The way it tugged on their heartstrings and made them a little bit emotional. Sometimes, high on painkillers, they were bad at it. They'd take up the offer of holding the villain's hand until they were all sewn up and patched up and clean. They'd stare at the villain at every praise, bottom lip quivering, until they felt the prick of tears at the corners of their eyes and look away.

Kindly enough, the villain never mentioned it.

But, touch did not fluster them. The hero told themself it wasn't that.

The villain patched them up again, today. They took them home, cleaned them, applied medicine to their bruises and wounds and rubbed firm circles with their thumb into the hero's shoulder when they flinched or winced or the pain got so much that they hissed.

"You don't have to do this, you know," they said softly. "I can take care of myself."

The villain paused their little massage, and the hero tried not to let the absence of the pleasure-pain get to them. They buried their face entirely into the pillow.

"I know, baby," they agreed, and the hero was glad their cheeks were hidden. "I don't have to do this."

Idiot, the hero told themself, because their heart kind of, sort of jumped at the acquiescence. But they wanted to keep talking.

"Will you stop?"

"Will you?"

"No."

"Neither will I."

The hero melted into the sheets, and it must've been obvious, but the villain didn't acknowledge that, either.

It was thoughtless. It was utterly selfish, that was what it was. That some traitorous, greedy part of the hero looked forward to these nights. When they picked each other up after a fight. When they took care of each other, and never mentioned it, and held the whispered words of it's okay it's all right you're safe with me baby between them like it was made of fragile china, thoughtless and never second-guessed, free of all consequence. It was. The villain was utterly cruel otherwise. What they shared was a third life, here in this little house, completely different from being capes or civilians, born of the hero's compassion and the villain's debt to them.

The villain tugged them close. They let them wear their shirt. As per routine they sat on the bed together, watching the stars out the window like two cats, the villain's arms wrapped kindly around their waist.

"Thank you," said the hero, softly. They were sure their eyes were burning, because the last time someone had praised them had been the time before this, when the hero was hurt again and the villain had to patch them up again. Damn it all, but the hero would rather die than stop this unspoken arrangement.

"You mustn't."

"I want to."

"There's no reason. It's only because you saved my life. I would not do this otherwise. I'm just indebted to you."

The hero turned their head. "Thank you," they repeated. Perhaps, this was perverse. Corrupt. The hero did not know.

Gentleness did not come to the villain easily. They shifted the hero like they'd practised it before, let them lay their head on the chest, and did not respond. The hero heard it in the silence anyway. You needn't thank me. For you, I am debased.

It wasn't, exactly, that touch flustered the hero. It was more the fact that the villain chose to be gentle, overwhelmingly gentle, over and over again, to repay a useless debt.

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