Tumgik
#we did cinderella style workshops in drama yesterday that's why its on my mind ig
lili-loves-whump · 8 months
Note
can u write abt a hero and villain who everyone thinks is enemies but r actually in love??
Love ur writing!!
heeeeeeey anon, sure I can do that!!
lili-loves-whump presents:
Sky Blue Ties
Hero patted down the fabric of their suit. Their hair was pulled into a ponytail, slick at the back of their head. It hurt.
Their suit was deep black, and as they walked up to the door of the ballroom, the music slipped through the crack in the door.
Grand piano tunes.
Crashing violin melodies.
Flutes- so many different notes in flute.
Hero took a final deep breath, before stepping inside and beginning to walk- float, almost- down the steps.
"(HONORIFIC - LADY OR SIR) (FIRST NAME) (LAST NAME)," the caller boomed, his projection reaching the end of the hall. The king and green sat, a glass in each of their hands, watching with pursed lips as they continued down the steps.
Their eyes swept the room, trying to find someone they knew.
Medic was by the punch bowl, discreetly using a dropper to distribute the pink liquid into a tiny vial. They shook it around, frowning as the grapefruit-coloured juice turned a deep indigo.
"Medic," Hero muttered, bowing their head slowly, "do you remember the plan?"
"Of course, Hero," Medic said simply, sharp eyes squinting. "But why were you announced as (FIRST NAME LAST NAME)?"
Hero squirmed in their suit and rubbed a hand over their neck. A smear of foundation came away with their fingertips.
"I need an alibi, daring Medic."
Medic seemed content with this, smirking and turning towards the dance that had ensured. "Don't drink the punch," they said, blending into the crowd.
Hero looked around slowly, ignoring the whispers around them.
"Have you seen the person in blue?"
"Sky blue- yes. Like that person's tie, right there."
"Their looking at us! Oh, you fool, you should have said nothing!"
Hero glanced down at their tie, sky blue with embroidered clouds, before glancing over their shoulder.
Villain was dressed in a sky-blue jumpsuit, the fabric flowing off their body like silk. They caught Hero's eyes and smirked, stepping forward.
"Hey, darling," they purred, "I knew the matching was a good idea. Care to dance?"
Hero went bright red, against their better judgement. They glanced at the food table, and the alcohol spiked punch, then back at Villain, a playful smirk dancing on their lips. Wit a sigh, they extended their hand.
"Sure."
Villain took their hand and bowed, holding back a chuckle as Hero did the same. The pair walked away, ignoring Medic muttering under their breath.
"Not in love, my ass. Go have fun, Hero. I'll continue the mission on my own, apparently."
36 notes · View notes