Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
"So, what do you say we run away together?" The villain suggested to the hero with a grin, that was way too wide. The hero sighed. The villain had asked the same question every time they fought together. It was getting tiring. But with the way the villain was now pouting while looking at him expectantly, made it harder to say no. He was too cute.
"I-" The hero started. However, he couldn't say anything else before the villain interrupted him.
"Don't object this time. Listen, I have a plan. A. Foolproof. Plan." The villain emphasized, confidence. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and then strolled to where the hero was standing.
"And, what plan would that be? The last time we were planning, you got too distracted and we ended up doing something entirely different. But, go ahead. Tell me." The hero muttered as the villain came face to face with him.
"How about we fake our death?" The villain whispered, his hand moving to trace along the jaw of the hero's. The hero raised his eyebrows.
"You said you had a foolproof plan. This is your plan?" The villain's fingers went down and down until they were resting on the hero's shoulders.
The villain nodded. "Yeah. We get to fool people about our deaths, so fool-proof, get it?" He chuckled at his own joke. The hero just kept his straight face. This wasn't something to joke about, honestly, what was the villain thinking? He'd never know. "And anyway, it would be pretty believable. Think about it, we could plan a fight and act like we both died during it. And then poof! we disappear. We could go to another country and get different identities. Sounds very good to me."
The hero gaped at him. Was the villain serious?! This was below believable. If anything, the hero's agency would seek him out from the depths of hell. And if they did hide their identities, it was only a matter of time before someone recognized them. It would be too dangerous and too disastrous. He was not ready to take that risk. So, he shook his head, letting himself get away from the warmth of the villain's hand, and shuffling to the window on the left.
"It's not as easy as it sounds. We can't do that. There is too much of a possibility of our lives being endangered. I can't let us get hurt. See, no one knows about this, about our secret relationship. So, how about we keep it that way for now? I'm going to retire in a few years either way." The hero said, turning around and searching for the villain's eyes who was still frowning. He went to him and put their foreheads together. "I want you to be safe, my love. I can't afford to lose you. Ever. Do you understand me?"
The villain grimaced, followed by a groan. He buried his face in the hero's neck. "But I-I can't do this anymore. It's so intolerable when the whole world is wanting to marry you and I can't tell them that you're mine. That we belong to each other and no one else. That, I love you." He confessed, kissing the hero who kissed him right back.
"I know, I know. But you don't have to worry, because I love you too. And, I would never leave you for anyone else. I would never even think about it." The hero mumbled in between the kisses. The villain brought him closer by his waist, and kissed him again, deeply.
Perhaps, someday the hero and the villain will be able to tell the world just how much they love each other. How they belong together with each other, like pieces of a puzzle.
“If only you kept your pretty little mouth shut, you wouldn’t be here.” The villain said, as they brought a cup of coffee with them from their very classy kitchen. The hero was in awe of the the villain’s house, not paying attention to what the other was even saying.
“Well, only if you knew how to shut my pretty little mouth, we would be doing something else.” The hero said, staring straight at the villain with wide eyes. They slapped their hands over their lips. They did not mean to say it out loud. Damn it. The villain froze. A slow smirk made it’s way on their face, their eyes glistening with mischief. “I-…” The hero started.
The villain came forward, and put down the cup. They sat down on the opposite couch of the living room, and chuckled. “And here I thought, you were innocent as a bunny.”
“I’m sly as a wolf.” Oh. My. God, the hero thought. He needs to stop speaking. Stop thinking. Stop breathing. Stop.
“You mean sly as a fox?” The villain asked, teasing. But, if you peeked a little closer on their face, it held a rather fond expression.
“No, I don’t like foxes.” They murmured, before they could stop himself. The villain let out a laugh. An adorable laugh. The hero found themself, smiling. And, then laughing with the villain. Delighted in the moment.
“You’re so cute, you know that, little wolfie?” The villain said, as they took a deep breath to calm themself. The hero grinned.
Idiots in love. That’s what one would call them, the hero thought.
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"Some days, I don’t even like myself. But you, you look at me like I’m worth loving."
"I act like I’m fine, but if you left, I don’t think I’d recover."
"Loving me isn’t easy, I know that. But I swear, I love you in a way no one else ever will."
"I don’t need you to fix me. Just sit with me in the dark until I can find the light."
"You make me feel seen in a way that scares the hell out of me."
"I’m terrified of losing you, but even more terrified of never telling you how much you mean to me."