Hii! Could you make a fluff snippet about a hero and a villain that have a mission that they have to pretend they are a couple,and give their first kiss? L love your snippets :) you are my favorite writer in tumblr💜💜
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Dating had always seemed rather difficult to the hero. Opening up to someone, being vulnerable and revealing the depths of their mind wasn’t exactly what they deemed safe. In their career, countless people had betrayed them and the hero had never felt ready to be in a relationship.
Which was why they had dreaded this. Dating their enemy surely sounded like suicide.
The hero had struggled with the thought of living with someone for weeks just for the sake of the mission. The hero had a lot of problems, had a lot of issues and they hated to be viewed as anything less than perfect. They were a mess, their lifestyle was a mess. The hero couldn’t cook, couldn’t clean, couldn’t take care of themselves.
Sleep was an enemy, rest was too. And the hero had truly thought the villain would get annoyed and break off the arrangement.
But that didn’t happen.
“How’s your anxiety?” the hero asked quietly. Going out was probably the most challenging thing for both of them. Pretending to be in love wasn’t exactly easy.
“Much better, thank you.” The villain smiled at them from across the table and it wasn’t fake. They had chosen one of the restaurants where their targets were regulars and it wasn’t cheap. It turned out that the villain could be a very sweet thing, supporting the hero and making them feel better about themselves.
“…I was thinking about your idea. I’d like to try it,” the hero said. The villain looked at them and a soft blush covered their cheeks. Unbelievable that this person could name every bone in your body and break it with no struggle.
“Only if you’re comfortable, of course.”
“No, I…I think it’s good to try out. If I’m up all night you get no sleep either. Maybe physical contact can help with that. Something about survival instincts, I don’t know,” the hero said. Cuddling with the villain all night long didn’t sound too bad. It was just something…new. Physical contact was usually unpleasant for the hero. All they seemed to know was anger and violence.
Sometimes the hero wondered what it would be like to give into those feelings and simply do as their emotions told them. But they were pretty sure they would end up on the villain’s side then.
“I think we’re pretty good at this. The mission, obviously.”
“Oh, yeah…yeah, you’re right.” The hero looked at the empty plates, the empty glasses. Both of them didn’t really feel safe around people. Being a popular hero or a hated villain had those side effects. “Have you seen our targets yet?”
“No, I think they cancelled their reservations again,” the villain said. They let their eyes jump from table to table. The subtlety of it impressed the hero.
“Assholes.”
“Let’s pay, hm?” Let’s pay meant let me pay. The villain hadn’t even once let the hero take out their wallet and the hero knew whatever the villain did, whatever they said — all of it wasn’t real. However, no matter how hard they tried to convince themselves, they couldn’t help but find it sweet and dared to love it.
Once they were outside, the villain put their jacket around the hero’s shoulders and they walked home slowly.
“Do you think going out in a week again would be too suspicious?” The hero’s lips curled into a smile and they looked at the villain.
“Are you asking me out on a date?” Even though the evening was turning into night, the hero could see how red the villain’s ears got. They scratched their neck and laughed nervously.
“That’s a very weird way of putting it.”
“Hm. Well, you can invite me on a professional business dinner, then. If that’s less weird.” The hero shrugged and smiled to themselves. Getting to know the villain, breaking the hard shell and discovering that the villain was passionate and sweet and maybe just as broken as they were, made the hero feel connected.
They didn’t know for how long they had chased this feeling. To be understood, to be…loved.
God, these feelings were horribly wrong.
“Or invite me on a date, your call,” they said quietly, nearly whispered it. It was meant as a joke. A joke rooted in hope.
“The date, then. Please,” the villain answered and the hero’s heart skipped a few beats. They played with the sleeves of the villain’s jacket nervously.
“…it was a nice dinner,” the hero said.
“Yeah, it was very nice.” They came to a stop and looked at each other. The hero could feel the villain’s gaze reaching into the depths of their heart. Their eyes dropped to the hero’s lips. For a moment, the hero thought their nemesis was leaning towards them but the villain only smiled lazily, cleared their throat and kept on walking with slow steps.
“I think you’re the first person I’ve ever dated. Even though it’s fake. It feels good,” they said. “I never went out on dates. Not like this.”
“Yeah, I get that. Feels like ages since I kissed someone. Not really the perfect life for a relationship,” the hero said. The hero turned to look at the (blushing) villain but when their eyes met, they seemed more than nervous.
“Can I?” They barely said the next words. “Can I please kiss you?”
“Yes.” The hero nodded desperately and felt the desperation between them growing when the villain came closer and held them. Their lips were on the other’s in seconds and, Christ, the hero couldn’t stop replying with kisses.
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