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just-1-lonely-person · 1 year

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Assistant's head hurt from looking at the screen all day. Their eyes burned, and they closed them for a few seconds. It didn't help much though. Their eye drops were already empty, but they couldn't find the time to go to the pharmacy and buy new ones.

They let out a long yawn. God, making the schedule for next week so their boss ahd at least some free time wasn't easy. So many meetings and appointments... An one hour brake every day just wasn't enough...

They took a sip of their coffee- their fifth one that day- and looked down at their notebook. They only needed to make a few more calls... Maybe they could move some of the appointments to the week after..? But that would mean more calls, more work and less sleeping.

They couldn't say when they fell asleep, but they woke up on the couch in their office with a warm blanket over them. A steaming cup of tea sat on the small coffee-table.

"Good morning", said a deep but calming voice. Villain was sitting at their desk, looking through their notebook, their messy notes and all their open tabs on the computer screen.

For a few seconds, Assistant didn't know what was going on. "Good morning", they yawned.

Villain smirked. "Feeling better now that you've slept a little?" They wrote down something on a light blue sticky note and pressed it against the whiteboard.

"Yeah..." Assistant sat up, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes with the back of their hand. They took the tea and sipped on it. It was a little bitter, but not bad.

After a few moments of silence, villain spoke up. "I saw that you were sleeping on the security cameras, so I moved you somewhere more comfortable." They typed something into the computer. "Looks like i wont have much free time next week."

Assistant wanted to get up, but their head started to spin as soon as they stood, so they sat back down. "I tried", they croaked.

Their boss hummed, low but, in a way, comforting. "No worries. I'll see if I can move some meetings around and make some time for myself." They typed something again. "Lay back down and get some more sleep."

"I'm not tired anymore", assistant yawned, making their lie even less believable than it already was. They heard villain chuckle.

"I'll only make a some calls, Right hand will handle moving the meetings. You don't have to do anything. It's not like you're awake enough to finish any work anyway."

Assistant let out a sigh, and murmured a faint "thanks" before flopping back down on the couch. As soon as their head hit their pillow, they fell asleep again.

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tiktoksinspo · 2 years

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#morally grey fantasy villain's personal assistant #grumpy x sunshine #omg #acting #nice #lipsync #villain x assistant #funny #comedy #I love them #tiktok #tiktoks #@hannahnicolemae

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jessread-s · 7 months

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✩ 💜🐸Book Fanart:

📖: Trystan and Evie from “Assistant to the Villain” by Hannah Nicole Maehrer

This post is in collaboration with my sister @binjobo.0, who drew this lovely masterpiece as a birthday gift to me 🤩

Please click this link to show their art account some love.

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masoqueen-official · 3 months

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Current mood

#iza #gal3xystar #masoqueen #paperhat #devildice #stobotnik #staticmoth #hazbin hotel #villainous #sonic #cuphead #ships #what is my fucking obsession with the assistant x boss trope #it’s because you’re a sub Iza #oh yeah

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nalit-source · 4 months

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Assistant to the Villain by Hannah Nicole Maehrer

"We're all monsters in the end. At least mine lives in the light."

#assistant to the villain #hannah nicole maehrer #nalitedit #nalitsource #trystan x evie #evie sage #trystan maverine #evangeline sage #the villain #romantasy #fantasy romance #nadaily #*ours

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torturedpoetemotions · 5 months

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God fuck I just remembered.

Evie doesn't know how Trystan feels about her. And Trystan doesn't know how Evie feels about him.

They've just been separated, and he probably thinks he's going back to the dark alone forever and he has NO IDEA she's about to burn the entire world down to get him back. He has no idea that Blade and Becky and Tatianna and Clare and probably a lot of his other people will gladly follow her into the flames to save him.

Prepare to get so fucking rescued by your found family who loves you Trystan you adorable idiot.

#assistant to the villain #attv spoilers #trystan maverine #evie x trystan

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late-night-tourist-attraction · 1 year

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#20

The Assistant didn't know what to expect when villain had offered to take them out for lunch.

And yet here they are now, choking on their salad while villain frantically tried to explain their plan about faking a marriage.

#villain and hero #creative writing #villain prompt #hero and villain #assistant x villain #civilian #villain #late night tourist attraction prompt #villain x civilian #villain x hero

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positivelyruined · 2 months

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I have returned to Tumblr and I need new blogs to follow. Please reblog if you post any of these things:

Aesthetics

Dark Academia

Royaltycore

Renaissance

Light Academia

Harry Potter (Specifically Slytherin)

Celestial

People

Luke Eisner

Voila

Emma Watson

Tom Felton

Melissa Benoist

Ships

Harry Potter

Draco / Hermione (Dramione)

Assistant to the Villain

The Villain / Sage

The Princess Bride

Buttercup / Wesley

IZombie

Major / Liv

ACOTAR

Tamlin / True Love

Tamlin / Actually being appreciated

Tamlin / Feyre

Beauty & The Beast

Belle/ Adam

Characters

All mentioned above

Interests

Arthurian Legend, Merlin, Magic and Fantasy, Writing, Photography, Fan Art, Original Writing, Fanfiction, Gaming, Anthropology, History, Classic Fairy Tales, Romantasy

Books

Assistant to the Villian

A Court of Thorns and Roses (first book only)

Stepsister

Poisoned

Tress and the Emerald Sea

Anatomy Duology

Bravely

Scythe

Authors

Jennifer Donnelly

Maggie Stiefvater

Brandon Sanderson

Kiersten White

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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 7 months

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Sticky Situation- Part 7

Part 6

Hero came to just as Scientist dispensed the expanding foam into their pod. Hero let out a muffled groan, not all the way lucid. Expanding sealant had been stuffed in their mouth, which had then been sealed shut with adhesive and thermal tape. Scientist stood in front of them, their arms folded across their chest.

"Hopefully you learn your lesson," Scientist said, tapping the glass, "your entire body has been wrapped in thermal tape for good measure."

Hero wasn't alert enough to care. Along with expanding foam, mild sleeping gas was being pumped into their pod at regular intervals.

Hero stayed that way for days, only being let out of the pod for bathroom breaks and intravenous meals. They were always too drowsy to make any escape attempts.

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Hero dozed in their pod, drifting in and out of sleep. They heard someone tapping on the glass. Hero forced their heavy eyes to open. Assistant stared back at them. They pressed a button on the side of the pod, and the sleeping gas dissipated.

"Hm?"

"Shh," Assistant shushed.

Hero closed their eyes, asleep once more. Assistant dispensed solvent into the pod, and the foam melted away. Hero collapsed against the glass, their soft snores muffled by the gag. Assistant opened the pod door and caught Hero as they tumbled out. They lowered them down to the floor.

"Wake up," Assistant said, slapping them.

"Mm!"

Hero looked up at Assistant, who was working on freeing them from their tape restraints.

"I'm gonna take the gag off," Assistant whispered, "but you have to stay quiet, okay?"

Hero nodded, not entirely sure what was going on.

Assistant tore the tape off of Hero's mouth, then removed the adhesive and the sealant. Hero flexed their jaw subconsciously.

"We have to go, come on," Assistant said, hoisting them up.

Hero leaned on Assistant, still quite drowsy.

"Hero, we don't have time for this," Assistant groaned quietly, "ugh, I guess it's my own fault... whatever, here."

Assistant dragged Hero over to the padded table. They laid Hero down on it and draped a sheet over them.

"Okay, uh, don't move or make any noise," Assistant said, "let's hope this works..."

Assistant began to wheel Hero out of their room. Hero drifted back off without a clue as to what was happening.

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When Hero awoke next, they were lying on a couch in a small living room. They sat up, confused as to how they got here. They turned when they heard footsteps behind them.

"Oh," Assistant said, "you're awake."

Assistant carried a tray in their hands. Hero eyed Assistant suspiciously.

"Is this some old psychology trick that I'm supposed to fall for?" Hero asked.

"No!" Assistant said quickly, "no tricks, I swear! You're uh, you're at my apartment."

"...Why?" Hero asked, raising an eyebrow.

Assistant didn't answer. They crossed the room until they were in front of Hero. They awkwardly set the tray in their lap. There was a bowl of soup and a few bread rolls, along with a cup of water.

"Uh... you haven't actually eaten anything in days..." Assistant said, "I thought you might want real food."

Hero stared down at the tray. The food looked good... too good. Almost like it would be laced with something bad.

"I don't know how gullible you think I am, but I'm not about to let you drug me... again."

Assistant winced at Hero's words. Hero felt a little bad, but not enough to take it back.

"I'm sorry for what happened in Supervillain's office," Assistant said, "I... I shouldn't have drugged you. I was scared, I didn't want to get in trouble. Supervillain's given me everything-"

"Yeah, including a frozen lab rat to play with," Hero said coldly.

Assistant withdrew into themselves.

"I promise this isn't a trick, I got you out of Organization's facility, and you're in my apartment now."

Hero scanned the room. It certainly looked like an apartment. But it could easily be a facade. Hero carefully set the tray on a coffee table and stood up. They were just about to make a run for it when they heard a knock on the door. Assistant's face went pale.

"Hide, quick!" Assistant whispered.

Assistant grabbed Hero by the arm and dragged them into a bedroom, shoving them in a closet.

"Don't move, and stay quiet," Assistant said, quickly shutting the closet door.

The knocking continued, and Hero could hear Assistant rushing to the front door.

"Coming, coming!" they called.

Hero strained to listen. They heard the door open.

"Assistant," Supervillain said, "I was so worried about you. I looked all over the facility for you."

"Supervillain," Assistant replied, surprise in their tone, "I-I'm sorry. I wasn't feeling well, so I came home early. What's wrong?"

"Hero has escaped."

Hero blinked. So... this really was Assistant's apartment then?

"Oh gosh," Assistant said, "when? How?"

"The security systems were disabled," Supervillain explained, "and the CCTV wiped. We have no idea how they managed it."

"I'm sorry, Supervillain, I know you really needed them..."

Assistant is good, Hero thought, they should've went to acting school.

"Not to worry, dear cousin, I have all the information I need for Organization to begin developing a cryo-serum."

"Really? That's, uh, that's great!"

"Yes. Soon I'll have everything I need to be successful."

Hero heard the front door open.

"I hope you feel better soon," Supervillain said, "I'll see you at work."

With that, the door closed. Within minutes, Assistant had ran back to the closet and opened the door for Hero.

"You need to get out of the city," Assistant said, dragging Hero out, "come eat your food and I'll get set up travel arrangements."

"Assistant-"

"I can give you my bus pass, you can't go back to your place, we've got it bugged-"

"Assistant-"

"Of course, we may have no choice if we wanna get your passport, how do you feel about Siberia?"

"Assistant!"

"What?" Assistant asked.

Hero sat down on the couch and grabbed the tray of food.

"Let me eat, we need a plan if we're gonna stop Supervillain."

"Stop Supervillain?" Assistant paused, "yeah that sleeping gas must still be in your system, no one can stop my cousin."

Hero dipped a bread roll into their soup. They took a bite and almost cried. It was absolutely delicious, and the best part- it wasn't coming from a needle!

"We're gonna have to try," Hero said, "I can't let Supervillain replicate my powers."

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Supervillain returned to their office. They had given Hero and Assistant the bait, now it was just a matter of waiting for them to bite.

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some-messed-up-writing-for-you · 1 year

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Short Prompt #1129

CW: gore, blood.

“Is this acceptable by your standards?” The assistant asked, going through some papers on their clipboard. “I know you prefer a lighter shade of red, but the fucker wouldn’t sell it to me so I just dyed this one with his blood.”

The supervillain blinked owlishly, surprised by the nonchalance. This had to be the first time a new assistant of theirs wasn’t cowering and shaking in their boots. “Yes…, this will do.”

Assistant nodded, putting the clipboard under their arm. “Great. Now, you have a scheduled meeting with Other Supervillain in about ten minutes.”

Supervillain grumbled. Right, they had to deal with that nuisance today… But who knows, perhaps their new assistant will make things interesting.

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pendarling · 1 year

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Picked Up

The Henchman felt themselves about to burst as soon as Villain offered to carry them home.

They weren’t injured. At least not as much as any other time but the Henchman took note of that day.

“But I’m not hurt.” They reasoned, they slowly moved themselves from the ground. Their boss’ eyes carefully examining every inch of them and memorizing each bruise. Henchman dusted themselves off and pushed their attire around enough to try and hide the marks.

“You’re hurt. I can’t have my most trusted being thrown around like that. Do you really expect me to believe you’re okay?”

Henchman let out a huff of breath, Villain was always so stubborn and couldn’t get around to their own reasoning. Henchman knew their own strength and could take the heroes on. It was just that one moment they’d let themselves slip by mistake that drove Villain to the edge. After being slammed against one of the walls as they were tackled by a group of heroes Villain went out of their way and targeted every last one of them with a viscous intent on ensuring they’d receive twice as much pain as they did.

They could feel their face blush with much excitement to just jump right into their arms knowing how much their master adored them. But they couldn’t. Villain had also been a part of the fight, they were tired too. So after a tired day of work, Henchman was more than deterred to climb into their boss’ arms.

“It’s okay Villain. I can—”

“No.” They firmly spoke. Their hand went to grab their shoulder as they hoisted them up into a bridal carry. Henchman squeaked with much confusion.

Their heart pounded into their chest as they tightly held onto Villain for dear life. Now, of course they couldn’t just refuse, they were locked into their arms. “Villain!” They stared up at their concentrated face that lingered on them with concern.

“I’m not letting you pretend you're okay again.” Their brows furrowed and without a response the assistant tucked their head in close by their boss’ chest. Their face flushed and biting down their lip now with embarrassment.

“Yes… sir.”

Come to think of it when was the last time someone had shown this much concern for them? They couldn’t recall anyone other than their boss that was for sure.

“Let’s go home now.” Villain spoke again. Their grip around them tightened as their lips curved upwards into a smile.

And again, they felt themselves melting.

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starfall-spirit · 1 month

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Summary: After his rescue from King Benedict’s dungeons, The Villain finds himself forced to make a difficult declaration.

AN: The characters in this fic may not be familiar to all of my readers, as some of you haven't read Assistant to the Villain. Again, I highly recommend it. It was so much fun and I'm dying for book two. In the meantime, I humbly offer slightly unhinged Evie and pathetic simp Trystan.

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Chapter I: This Writhing Thing

Evie

I. Beg. You.

Heartless, stoic, cold, brutal, ruthless.

Countless words could be used to describe The Villain, each one as horrible as the last. They were whispered to children as warnings.

Stray from your bed and The Villain will snatch you up.

How many times had her father said those very words to her and her sister in her childhood, threatening them with the dark of night and a faceless beast? Evie scoffed, refusing to think of the man she’d called a parent for twenty-three years. He was the heartless one in this story.

But The Villain—Trystan… She wrung her fingers, letting her worry finally show within the privacy of his office, her rising emotions making her more claustrophobic than any tight space could. That constant flutter in her stomach had grown as the months passed, morphing into a great writhing thing that curled around her heart, squeezing.

An endless drumbeat. A reminder.

I. Beg. You.

Ruthless. “No,” she snarled to the darkness around her. That squeezing eased, if only a fraction, and she raised her chin once more. “If the world wants ruthless, I’ll be the one to grant that request.”

Though the declaration was made to nothing more than the empty air and a sign-wielding frog, there was a shift all the same. A shift in power. For now.

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The Villain

She had been exquisite.

Trystan’s pride was in shambles, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when the only thing he could picture was his sunshine assistant dressed in his colors, executing a flawless rescue mission. “I told you you can’t always be the one to do the saving around here.”

If he hadn’t been in so much pain, he would have laughed. But all he could feel in that moment was agony and awe. Tatianna had managed to eliminate the first, thankfully, but the latter was another matter altogether.

And now—well, now his brain refuses to process anything productive. For example, running his equally honorable and nefarious empire. Well, perhaps not equally.

There was a hesitant knock on his office door and he found his heart rate climbing. Sage—Evie wasn’t exactly prone to knocking, but she was one of the few employees who lingered beyond the closing bell these few days he’d been back. He supposed she didn’t have anything to rush back to, with her father held prisoner and her sister living here with her on the west side of the manor. The door opened just a few inches. “Mr. Maverine?”

Ah, not his little tornado, but her miniature. He clenched his jaw. Evie wasn’t his anything.

“Lyssa, what can I do for you?”

“I just thought—” She twisted the toe of her shoe in front of her awkwardly. “Never mind. I’m sure you're busy.” He raised a brow. He thought the girl had been accepting of his newly revealed identity as The Villain. But then, there was probably a reason she still addressed him so formally. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, or why he cared about a child’s opinion at all. “I just thought… My sister has been acting very strange the past few days. Maybe it had something to do with work. And you could, um, help her?”

He cleared his throat. “Lyssa, if your sister has a work concern, believe me, she’d make it known.” Unless it didn’t have a thing to do with office tension. He sighed, resting a stiff hand on her shoulder when her worry seemed to linger. “We have a meeting every morning. If there’s an issue, it will be solved.”

“Hey,” a familiar voice called from outside. “I’m going to track down my sister and head off. Was there anything you… Well then. What’s going on here?”

“Nothing,” Lyssa said, the picture of innocence. “Mr. Maverine was just saying he wanted to talk to you before we went home. Right?”

He frowned at the girl, seeing his assistant take a step closer in his periphery. “Sir?”

“Indeed,” he conceded. “If you don’t mind waiting outside, Lyssa.”

“Oh, Tati said she’d take me back to my room.” She batted her lashes, turning to her older sister. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be fine.”

Of course this started with that meddlesome healer. Her retribution, he supposed, for dragging her into his business with Clare. Things on that front were “progressing”, he supposed. Now, it appeared his oldest friend thought it was his turn. Turning to the window, he gave Kingsley a pointed look, and for once the creature granted them true privacy, tailing the ten-year-old to who knows where.

He wasn’t concerned. She knew the lower levels where his torture was conducted were off limits, and the foyer was now clear of any evidence of decapitation—a small courtesy he could grant Evangelina. After all, he wasn’t a complete monster. Then again, the office rumor mill had brought word of a little incident involving a certain village blacksmith’s head. He let his lips twitch up at the thought. He always knew she had a little ruthlessness to her.

“Sir. You wanted a word?”

“Right. Yes.” Her fingers grazed the back of her chair before she sat. It was an effort to not think back to those same fingers brushing his face as she marked his lack of sleep or slipping into his own when they sat knee-to-knee. Again, he found himself clearing his throat—by the deadlands, stalling.

“Sage, it would appear some of those closest to you feel something is wrong at the moment.” She stiffened. “You’ve been as diligent as always, but not quite yourself.”

“Sir.” Her shoulders slumped. “I suppose I haven’t. But it’s nothing that I can’t put behind me.”

He hummed. “I haven’t quite been myself either. I’ve heard a brush with death makes you a little more keen to express your feelings. I didn’t believe it was true. Until now.”

“Going soft?” Her voice didn’t have its usual teasing lilt. In fact, she sounded downright nervous. “Sir, that night the king intercepted us. I think of it often.”

Trystan nodded, clasping his hands behind his back before they could curl and reveal his anger. “I could imagine an event like that would leave a scar.”

“No. I mean, yes, but… What I meant was, you were under no obligation to protect me and you tried even when…”

He could see the question in her eyes. A decade of hatred, seeing Benedict as nothing more than a beast, and Trystan had fallen to his knees before the man for someone he claimed was just an employee, her death a mere inconvenience to him. Now he had to explain himself. “I find now that you’ve become important to me, Evangelina.”

She startled at the use of her full name. He could count the number of times he’d said it in the past six months on one hand. A few steps and he was around his desk, perching on the edge, just shy of crowding the chair she occupied.

Who was he kidding? Any employee who crossed the threshold of his office had coined it “Evie’s chair” and knew better than to seat themselves.

“Sir?”

“I find when you are near, my emotions are not as easy to control, nor any sort of severity.”

She smirked. “Sir, I think that’s a fairly common affliction when it comes to people as optimistic as me. Not grounds for increased protection.”

“Sage,” he almost growled. Her smirk fell. “Perhaps you’ll let me continue. This isn’t particularly easy for me to confess.” She nodded, a signal for him to continue. “I find myself pleased that you are comfortable enough to touch me. That you seem to enjoy my company and want to know me, as you put it before. I knew when I hired you that you would be an exceptional addition to my empire. I did not realize I would develop feelings beyond a general appreciation.”

Her brows flicked upward. “You’re beginning to see where I’m going with this. Good.”

“I wouldn’t want to make assumptions, sir.”

Her words were hardly more than a whisper, but he heard something vital in them. Hope. He could only pray that meant what he thought it meant. “It isn’t exactly professional for one to have feelings for a coworker, let alone those in our positions. But then, I can’t say I’m terribly concerned with textbook professionalism in this line of work. Also, I’m exempt from any and all rules when I choose to be.”

She laughed at that, likely wondering if she could get away with calling him audacious.

As if she wasn’t well aware she could quite literally get away with murder, in his eyes.

For the third, perhaps fourth time he cleared his throat. He never realized he had a nervous tic before he met this woman. “That said, I would not wish to pursue you if you were uninterested.”

She laughed again, high and sudden. “Sorry, it’s just… Kissing you was certainly no hardship. Nor was anything else, for that matter.” She bit her lip. “Even so, people will talk.”

“Ignore them.”

“You don’t.” His jaw clenched. “We both know there was a little more than impertinence to whatever Joshua Lightenson said. I’m not so naive that my imagination is lacking. And you threw him out a window.”

The crass accusation made against Evie wasn’t one he’d easily forget, and he felt no remorse for his response. He hadn’t been truly in love with her then. Imagining the reaction he’d have to a rumor like that now… The woman before him, so full of sunshine, thought she had seen the darkest parts of him. But if she saw the reality, she would come to truly fear him at last, he was certain.

How easily would she shy from him if she heard how Trystan truly felt about her father’s deceit? The pain he wanted to inflict when he heard she’d been sold off Warsen like an animal brought to market. He couldn’t bear to consider it.

“If there comes a day when you wish to punish those who have slighted you, I’d be the last person to stand in your way. Until you’re ready to take that action, love, I’ll wield the blade in your stead.” He thought back to her infiltration of Benedict’s fortress a few days prior, letting his lips curl. She’d never looked more beautiful. “Perhaps we aren’t too far off.”

She flushed slightly, due to the endearment he used for a second time now or his mention of her budding ruthlessness, he couldn’t be sure. Regardless, he found himself leaning closer, his right hand reaching to stroke his thumb across her heated cheekbone. There was a slight quiver to her next breath, cementing the rocky ground he stood on. Would he spook her if he leaned down?

The things he’d give for just one more taste of this woman, to have that soft vanilla linger on his tongue once again.

She stood, shifting forward. “Sir—”

“Trystan,” he murmured.

“Trystan.” Head tipped back to meet his eyes, lips slightly parted, her invitation was clear. Call him what you will, he had no intention of wasting it. For a moment there was nothing but the warm softness of her lips, seconds later the darting of her tongue gave him the courage to bring his arms around her, her own tentatively winding to the back of his neck, the fingers of one hand playing at his nape.

Groaning, he broke the kiss, leaning down further to press a kiss to the pale skin of her throat, earning one of those soft little sounds he’d been blessed with at his father’s soirée. “You’ll be the death of me,” he panted. “I know it.”

She gave a sweet little giggle that lit up something inside of him. “Is this a good time to mention that dream you overheard me mentioning was truly filthy, and didn’t have a thing to do with mud or blood?”

He chuckled. “Little tornado, I’ve known that since the moment you said it. If there’s one thing you can’t do, it’s tell a convincing lie.” She squeaked as he spun them around, lifting her to sit on the edge of his desk before claiming her mouth once again. It was a perfect moment and it felt like nothing could touch them.

Until the seventh hour bell chimed. Once again, a precious moment interrupted by an ill-timed sound. Evie was the one to pull away, her withdrawal hesitant. “My sister. I might not have a two hour walk home anymore, but I still need to see to her care.”

“Of course. And I’m sure I’ve given you much to consider. Let me walk you back?”

She nodded, flitting back to her desk to gather what she’d left there originally. He only offered his arm. “Shall we?”

“We shall.”

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thepenultimateword · 1 year

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Ok, so since my first response to this post kinda went its own direction, I decided to give this prompt a second try. The prompt is originally by @gingerly-writing (I will write it in purple to separate it from the rest of the text).

"Oh," said the supervillain. Quietly. Too quietly. "I see. Kissing me was just a distraction."

"No! Well, yes, but...it's not like that!"

"Oh? So explain how it is. Quickly."

"Well...you see..." The supervillain's assistant fumbled for the right words. Which proved rather difficult when there seemed to be no right words to come by. How did one even begin to explain this dangerous, messy, swell of feeling expanding in their chest right now? A feeling that they still weren't sure should be encouraged or stamped out.

They'd never thought so much of themselves to imagine a relationship with the city's greatest criminal. They had been perfectly content standing on the sidelines, taking notes and fetching coffee with cream. They probably would have kept doing such, an important but unnoticed cog that kept their superior's life going smoothly. That is if it weren't for their stupid, idiot, ditz of a brother.

Their sibling had never been the brightest, sacrificing their own needs for others and putting silly morals ahead of good sense. Unlike the protagonist, who knew when to bluff and when to sell out, their brother was always so desperate to be right. As if there was even a true right in this crooked world.

And of course, they just had to go into hero work. Just had to go up against their boss of all people and put the protagonist's neck on the line. It wasn't like they were going to let the supervillain see them. Thinking back, there were probably a thousand less compromising things the assistant could have done for a distraction. Maybe that was a sign they'd been interested long before that messy, tooth-clashing first kiss. Could they sell that to the supervillain?

"Well...I did enjoy it."

The supervillain sighed, raising a crooked finger to the ever-present guards against the back wall.

"W-wait!" the protagonist cried. "I lied one time! One! As if you've never done the same!"

"My lies usually don't include so much tongue."

Their assistant blushed. "I was going for alluring. If it helps, the second kiss was more my style."

A sweet, soft thing that tasted of vanilla creamer, so much sweeter because it was alone and after hours. A coffee order that usually wouldn't have happened if the supervillain hadn't been intent on getting them on their own.

"A half-truth meant to appease me," the supervillain said with bitter-tipped nonchalance.

Maybe. The protagonist had walked into that trap willingly to keep up the pretenses of the first kiss, but they'd never planned any further than that. They certainly hadn't planned on the supervillain's clumsy small talk, or the way they held them so gently. Criminal overlords weren't supposed to be like that, were they? They were supposed to beat nobodies like them senseless for their audacity. Or use them up until they were a hollowed husk of their old self. They weren't supposed to be...cute.

"But still true," the protagonist argued. "I didn't know you would actually start to like me."

Not just cute. Soft. It was apparent within the first month that they were far more vulnerable then their villainous persona let on.

Were they hurting a lot right now? Did the protagonist actually mean that much to them? Or was it simply the humiliation of having an employee play their feelings so effortlessly for an advantage? Had to be hard to face up to with the entire organization staring at them. They'd probably have to deal their assistant an especially hard hand to patch all the open wounds in their reputation.

"I was just trying to save someone close to me," the protagonist said, not certain whether the explanation made the situation any better. "After that, I was just trying to survive.''

"The hero."

Ah, so they did know. Probably shouldn't be a surprise seeing how they'd come to the truth in some way or another. The tone was a little strange though. They weren't quite certain whether it was jealousy or general disdain.

"How--"

"Security cameras," Supervillain said coldly. "You might have kept me from seeing them with my own eyes, but you didn't keep them off film. I didn't notice for a while; I was...otherwise diverted, but yesterday... But perhaps that was your plan all along."

The assistant couldn't hold back their scoff. "You really think I'm the type of person who can cling onto someone for literal months to hide a little recording?"

"Well, I think we've established that we don't really know each other. Apparently, you think I'm the type of person who wouldn't have taken a simple, 'I'm not interested' for an answer. You could have done it right at the start. You still would have been caught, but you would have benefited from me not feeling like this."

"How do you feel?"

Stupid. Stupid. Was that really important when the protagonist was simply trying to walk out of here alive? Why should they even care? Like the supervillain said, it wasn't like any of it was real enough to stake feelings on anyway.

They felt the the two suited security guards hovering at their back, looming and dicomfortingly close. They had paused uncertainly as the back-and-forth got started, maybe not quite sure if the signal to take the assistant away still stood. Now, finally, the supervillain gave them an unquestionably clear order.

"Go." Their voice dripped with a venom not intended for them. "I'll call if I need you."

The guards seemed almost relieved to comply, letting out held breaths and moving quickly but crisply toward the exit.

For some reason, as the door clacked gently shut behind them, the assistant felt more nervous. Especially with the criminal's eyes burning into them like hot coals.

“You want to know how I feel?” the supervillain said.

The protagonist shifted uncomfortably. “I mean, you don’t have to tell me…”

"I'm angry.”

"Understandable." The assistant flinched back a step from the furvor, though it proved pointless as the supervillain mirrored their retreat with a stalking step forward.

"And confused."

"Of course."

"I want to tear my heart out of my chest. And yours."

The assistant blinked. That was...a reaction.

They tried shoving down some the sharp regret stabbing up through lungs, making it suddenly painful and hard to breath. So the supervillain had liked them that much. That was sort of a shame. Under other circumstances perhaps...well, it didn't matter now. They'd messed it all up. Actually, they hadn’t even really began. So they really shouldn’tbe worrying about the supervillain, they should just be worrying about themself.

"I don't know if I'm worth all that. We could just end this like two mature adults, starting with you letting me out of the building."

The supervillain narrowed their eyes. "You still haven't said it."

"What?"

"I don't know why I expected any different. You always give me everything but a clear answer."

"I wasn't aware you asked me a question?" the assistant said, glancing over their shoulder and estimating just how quickly they could make a run for the door.

The supervillain stepped forward, bringing their shiny black Derbys toe to toe with the assistant's ragged loafers. Nimble fingers took them by the chin, turning their face from escape to their burning carbon eyes. "Do you like me or not?"

The assistant could only stare.

"You say it was just one lie, and the way you talk doesn't close any doors, but then there's your hero and the infuriating fact that you can't come up with an ardent, overdramatic speech to salvage the relationship. I can't figure you out. Do you want out or not?"

"Wait..." the assistant held up their hands in front of them. "Wait, wait, wait. Are you not trying to kill me?"

The supervillain spluttered incredulously. "Kill you?"

"What?" the assistant cried, thoroughly confused by this point. What were the security guards and the ominous call to their office in the middle of the workday if it wasn't their life on the line?

"We kissed! I still have feelings for you! I can't kill you now. Maybe later up the road, but not anytime soon."

"You’re throwing me in secret prison then?"

"I'm only firing you."

"Oh." The protagonist took that in for a moment. "I suppose that's fair."

"Yes. The question that remains is do we continue seeing each other after I fire you? So please be explicitly clear. You like me. Yes or no?"

The protagonist hesitated, wetting their lips a moment before hesitantly wrapping their arm's around the supervillain's neck. "I thought that much was obvious."

"Clearer."

The protagonist pressed their lips softly to the supervillain's mouth.

"Clearer," the supervillain murmured, breath tickling sweet against their lips.

"I like you an extremely dangerous amount. To a point I'm afraid to say out loud. If you never say it, it never happened, right?"

The supervillain sighed. "You're the most infuriating, noncommittal... Your hero?"

"My brother."

"Your..." A burst of spontaneous laughter escaped the master criminal's previously tight lips. "I think that's the best news I've heard all day. Well, aside from that first bit."

Their hands settled warm and familiar against the small of the assistant's back, holding them firmly, yet carefully in place.

Was it really over that fast? Could ugly, terrifying things like this actually happen and turn out ok? Hero would probably say yes. They believed in forgiveness and conquering love and all that nonsense. That wasn't what the protagonist chose when they joined this side. They chose cold, hard truth.

They pressed their palms against the supervillain's shoulders, pushing slightly back from them. "I hurt you."

It wasn't a real question, but nevertheless, the supervillain seemed to understand.

"And I'm still mad. Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the moment." Their smile faltered and their voice quieted again. "You...are telling the truth, right? Honestly?"

The protagonist's insides twisted uncomfortably, a mixture of guilt and aversion to such unfamiliar openness.

"Yes."

The supervillain nodded, enfolding them back in their arms. "I might check in with you every once in a while. Just to be sure.”

“Yeah,” they agreed, still dazed. They pressed their face into the criminal’s shirt, breathing in the scent of fresh linen to assure themselves this was all real. “You’re really letting this go? How can you do that? How are you ever going to trust me again?”

Supervillain kissed the top of their head, a little more aggressively than normal, but still probably kinder than they deserved. “With time.”

Maybe in time they could learn to trust too.

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