Hi dear, how are you? hope you’re doing okay! Can you write a snippet where the villain is “drunk” and tries to seduce the hero? (At the end we find out the villain is not really drunk, but they just wanted to have fun)
Very vague, but i like your imagination so ik it will be a masterpiece! If it’s not a problem, make it spicy 🫶thankss
Under the influence
Part 2
Warnings: intoxication, slightly? spicy content ig
Hero rounds the corner, shuts the kitchen door and leans over the counter to steady themselves. The party is raging - and it's absolute chaos. If their growing headache is any indication, it is a success. They press the balls of their palms into their eyes to soothe the burning behind them. Hero feels feverish despite not drinking anything that contained alcohol - to their knowledge, that is. They did suspect one of the reporters had tried to spike their drink in search of a sensation, so they threw it onto the ground a couple hours ago and had been drinking orange juice.
The loud bangs of music clash against their eardrums again, returning them to the present when someone opens the door behind their back. Hero turns, about to snap at them to get out, but notices how crooked the smile adorning the striking dumb face of the intruder is.
"Hiiii, daaarrrling!" Villain's excited shriek is followed by an awkward wave. Hero quirks an eyebrow at them which Villain ignores. Their words slur when they speak again. "Happy Birrrthdaaayyy!"
"What are you doing here?" Hero questions, still wary. There's no way you came here to congratulate me, they think.
And Villain... giggles. They giggle!
Hero pauses for a good moment, taken aback by the inebriated state of their nemesis. When did this asshole get here to be this intoxicated already? And how come Hero didn't notice them before? Or anyone else, for that matter? A dozen questions flood their mind as they watch Villain sway when they try to lean against the door, evidently finding it difficult to stand upright.
"It's your birthday," Villain states matter-of-factly. They wave their hand in Hero's direction but are unable to focus their gaze on one thing. "Plus, you mentioned the party, so I thought..."
Failing to find words, Hero nods. They weren't exactly opposed to having Villain attend. In fact, this interaction was the most fun they had all evening. Partying wasn't exactly their thing. When the agency suggested throwing a party to celebrate their birthday, Hero paid no actual mind to it. Until they realised that it was not a joke, that is. They objected profusely for two whole weeks but were ignored for the sake of publicity. The amount of reporters present was a telling sign the event had nothing to do with celebrating them.
Seeing as they remain silent, Villain sighs, running a hand over their face. "I can leave if you want?"
Hero shakes their head. They can't help the soft smile that tugs at their lips when Villain does a little cheer dance in response. Except the idiot loses their footing in the process, and is about to plant face-first onto the floor. Hero catches them on pure reflex, wrapping an arm around their waist and grasping their forearm with the other.
"Woah..." Villain looks up at Hero, relying on their support to remain standing. "That was hot!"
Hero's eyes widen quite comically, so Villain giggles again, unbothered by the fact that they are still in Hero's arms. They are warm and smell of cinnamon and apple, so Villain leans in, sniffing them with a humm of appreciation. Hero can feel the heat rising to their ears and chooses to blame it on the air con not working properly.
"You're sloshed." The conclusion is obvious, judging by their flushed cheeks and hazy eyes. It's a shocking discovery, nonetheless.
Villain huffs, pushing against Hero's chest with open palms to detangle themselves from their embrace. "I'm not that drunk."
The claim fails to sound convincing because Villain hiccups halfway through it.
"Yes, you are," Hero can't help the chuckle that escapes them. They are flabbergasted by the absurdity of the situation and irritated by the fact that Villain manages to look stunning despite their state. It feels surreal. "Absolutely wasted."
"Am. Not." Villain's eyes narrow dangerously, and for a moment, Hero thinks they'll leave. They don't want Villain to leave. And that is another shocking discovery of the day. "Got it?"
"Okay, fine," Hero raises their arms in defeat, contemplating possible action. "You're not drunk, just incredibly silly."
Villain huffs again, crossing their arms over their chest but not objecting when Hero hooks an arm around their shoulders to lead them towards the sink. They pour a glass of water and hand it to Villain. There is no way they will allow them to drive; taking them home is not an option either - seeing that Hero has no idea where they live. And Villain would prefer to slam head first into a wall than reveal the location of their lair.
"Now let's get you in bed so you can continue not being drunk," Hero suggests, gesturing towards the stairs. Keeping the enemy in their home isn't the best solution, but at least they'll be safe. As well as the city.
"In bed? That soon?" Villain's murmur drags them out of their thoughts in a rather pleasant manner. "Impatient, I like it!"
"What?" Hero's ears turn an adorable shade of red. They shake their head vehemently as crimson patches begin to cover their neck. "That's not what I meant, I..."
Alas, it's too late. Villain springs forward with astonishing speed and latches onto their lips before Hero has the chance to react. They fail to protest due to shock and... well, desire to be kissed by the worst possible choice in their life. Not that they would admit to it, of course.
Hero dissolves into the kiss quicker than anticipated, kissing Villain back the second Villain's hand wraps around their shoulders. They lose all sense of self as Villain's lips ghost over their throat, leaving a rough kiss below their ringing ear. They can't hear the party anymore, though they assume it's still swinging somewhere far away. Their kitchen feels detached from the world, coursing through the silent void on the other side of the universe.
Villain fists their shirt, and Hero picks them up, taking a few steps forward and placing them on the countertop. Villain draws them closer by the buckles on their belt, wrapping their legs around Hero's waist and earning a growling moan from Hero's chest. They pull Villain closer to feel them flush against their own body and meet their parted lips in a hungry kiss. Villain smiles against their mouth, swallowing every short gasp that escapes them as they draw a hand down Hero's toned stomach, lifting their shirt and flattening their fingers into the muscles beneath.
The reality crashes onto Hero's head like a bucket of cold water. Their eyes shoot open in terror as their whole body goes rigid with scorching flames of shame that flood them. They stop Villain's hand and pry it off of them.
"No! Stop!" Villain grabs their face, capturing their mouth again, so Hero pushes them away, restraining their hands at their sides. Their voice fills with panic as they speak. "We can't. We can't."
"Why not?" Villain leans back to take in their face in the dim light.
The uproar of the party is still muted in their ears, despite their return to the real world in which Villain is a) their irritating yet beautiful archnemesis and b) too befuddled to consent to whatever they were getting down to.
"I can't do this," Hero whispers, although it comes out a whimper. They shake their head for good measure and step back to distance themselves from the ravishing menace.
This time, Villain does not try to stop them, shrinking under Hero's gaze. Their eyes are vacant, and they make it a point to look away. Hero fails to decipher their expression until they jump off the counter.
"I'm sorry," they whisper, biting into their lower lip to suppress whatever emotions are raging behind their empty stare.
"No, Vil, I am," Hero interrupts, but Villain ignores their apology altogether.
"I didn't realise..." They pause for a moment, running a hand through their hair and finally facing Hero. "I should have asked if you wanted it."
"Of course I wanted it!" Hero's pitch reaches an uncomfortable height, scratching their throat through every word - they cannot bring themselves to care anymore. "I still do. I want to kiss you. But not like this. Not when you're not fully conscious."
Hero's words wipe the hurt expression off of Villain's face, illuminating it with a cunning smile that sends Hero's heart aflutter.
"Except, I am," Villain claims, crossing their arms over their chest and watching their nemesis with unexplained curiosity.
"Hm?" Hero knows they are missing something important here - they can't grasp what it is yet.
"I am perfectly sound of mind," Villain shakes their head, chuckling softly. Hero looks positively lost. "In all respects."
It strikes them then that Villain no longer looks intoxicated. Their speech is clear, their movements are controlled, no longer stumbling or swaying, and their eyes are no longer droopy or musky. And when they stride towards Hero, their steps are firm and deliberate.
"What the everloving fuck is this..." Hero's complaint is cut short when Villain cups their cheeks, silencing them with a kiss.
A smug smile blossoms on Villain's face as they pull away, resting their forehead against Hero's as they whisper to their stunned nemesis. "Happy birthday, darling."
Part 2
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Hi love!
I'm doing okay, thank you! I hope you are well too. I had an absolute blast writing this and hope you'll like what this idea ended up as.
Thank you for this request :) I had so much fun writing it!
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Would you be willing to do some sapphic dialogue between hero and Villain? ❤️
“I understand now,” the villain murmured, chin resting in her hand. The hero turned, swiping a bit of blood out of her eyes.
“Understand what?”
She was golden, her villain, standing there like that. Amongst rubble and ash as it drifted from the sky, light illuminating her like a halo. Like she was some sort of god.
“Why they all went mad. Why they started wars and spilt blood.”
The hero’s brow wrinkled as the villain stepped closer, but she held still as the villain tucked a bloodied piece of hair behind her ear.
“Have you gone mad, then?” It was half teasing.
The villain laughed, smoothing the hero’s brow with her thumb. “I think loving you has always been a sort of madness.”
The hero shoved at the villain’s shoulder playfully, ducking her head to hide her blush. “Are you calling me an illness, then?”
“One I never hope to cure.”
“That seems a little self sabotaging if you ask me,” the hero remarked. She shifted a piece of rubble with her foot, dust pluming out around it. “But, if we’re in the vein of self sabotage, maybe no more mass apocalypse attempts?”
“I’ll consider it.”
“No, you won’t.”
The villain tipped her head. “Would you truly want me to?”
“No,” the hero said after a moment, voice hesitant. “I cannot imagine you any other way.”
The hero froze, blushing, ducking her head to hide the red on her cheeks. The villain took it as an opportunity to grab her chin, guiding the hero’s eyes to meet hers. Her fingers were the kind of soft that made violence seem a myth.
The villain hummed. “I’d burn the world for you, if you asked.” She raised a playful eyebrow at the hero. “Is that how you imagine me?”
Being this close to the villain was doing something funny to the hero’s heart. She felt like she needed to sit down. Or possibly find out what the villain’s lips felt like on hers–
“Yes,” she whispered. Something flickered in the villain’s eyes.
“What a hero,” the villain’s mouth twitched in amusement, that damn mouth.
“You’re pronouncing ‘hopeless romantic’ wrong.”
A slow grin crept across the villain’s face.
“Oh, am I now?”
There were words to respond to that, but the hero had forgotten them. This close, the villain smelled like blood and dust and something uniquely her, something the hero had been missing all of her life and couldn’t get enough of now.
“Mmmmhm.”
The villain’s grin widened.
“Have I driven you to madness?”
The hero couldn’t look away from her eyes. “The kind that makes people start wars.”
The villain pulled her close, tucking the hero into her neck.
“That’s called love.”
The hero sucked in a breath, heart pounding in her ribs, but didn’t pull away.
“I know,” she breathed in the scent of the villain, “I was destined for failure.”
The villain rested her head against the hero’s. Her arms slid neatly around her waist.
“I don’t think you could fail at anything.”
“I failed at not loving you,” the hero pulled back. “Though really, how could they put heaven in front of me and expect me not to love her–”
The villain was kissing her.
The villain, her villain, was kissing her.
The hero melted.
The villain smiled against her mouth.
“They’ll tell stories about us, you know.”
“They always do, when people go mad with love.”
“The Story of When Heaven and Hell Fell In Love,” the villain murmured fondly.
“Mmm. Which one are you?”
“Hell.”
“That’s the most untrue thing you’ve ever said.”
The villain laughed.
“Only you would think so.”
“Well,” the hero tipped her head. “I am in love.” She wrapped her arms around the back of the villain's neck. “Now, if we’re going to tell a story,” she leaned in to whisper against the villain’s lips. “Let’s make it a good one.”
The villain smiled.
And kissed her again.
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