Warnings: injuries, blood, violence mentions
Prompt and AU. I don't normally write for the dark sides and probably still won't very often but... I liked it for this prompt. I thought Deceit fit well in here. I'd still prefer to not be given requests including them though, thanks. Also, anyone got suggestions for names to use if I do write for Deceit again?

It was a quiet night for the most part in the villain Deceit's hideout. He could hear the rain outside bearing down on the rooftop, the occasional roaring of thunder, but otherwise there was little noise. If it had been any louder that night Deceit probably wouldn't have caught the sound of knocking at his front door. The sound started off strong and loud, but by the third knock had gotten much softer. Deceit was confused-he didn't ever have anyone over to his home who bothered to knock, and especially not this late at night.

Grabbing the nearest weapon he could find(which wasn't difficult-he was a villain after all), he approached the door slowly. The knocking came again, once again starting off loud and trailing off softer. Deceit unlocked the door slowly, carefully, waiting for it to be shoved in on him at any moment by someone looking for a fight. He was surprised when he managed to unlock the door without that happening. Even more confused now and a tighter grip on the weapon he held behind his back Deceit gripped the handle of the door and cracked it open the slightest bit.

Deceit truly believed things couldn't get more confusing, and yet somehow they just had. Standing on his doorstep, soaked down to the bone, shaking like a leaf, and bleeding from a wound across his chest, shown through his ripped shirt, was Roman Prince. The hero.

He had a dazed look in his eyes, swaying back and forth and looking around them both, obviously terrified. He took a step towards Deceit, limping, looking into his eyes desperately. "Deceit... D-didn't know... where else to go..."

With that the hero was falling forwards, Deceit cursing as he dropped his weapon and stumbled to catch him. He managed to keep him up, years of fighting keeping him in fairly decent shape, scolding himself for letting go of his weapon to catch the moronic hero. This could have been a trap, and he would have fallen right into it.

Luckily for him, it didn't appear to actually be a trap because there was no one currently ambushing the unarmed Deceit. Roman also appeared to genuinely be harmed, and it seemed hard to believe he would do this to himself just to attempt to catch Deceit. He was definitely passed out in his arms-Deceit could kill him right then and there, if he wanted.

Deceit huffed to himself, lifting Roman up and over his shoulder. He turned back inside of his house, closing and locking the door behind him. The hero was so stupid sometimes. He wondered just how he had gotten himself injured like this.

Deceit brought Roman into a room in his house, one that was often used for experiments. He and his partner worked in there most of the time, Deceit coming up with most of the work while his partner tested the things he came up with on him. It was how Deceit had ended up with the scales covering his body. Deceit was glad his partner wasn't there now. He didn't even want to think about the things he would suggest they do to the hero. Remus was truly deranged. Deceit didn't want to hurt anybody, he only wanted to achieve his goals, but Remus didn't seem to have any goals. He just seemed to enjoy the chaos of living as a villain.

Deceit set Roman surprisingly gently onto the cold bed that was reminiscent of one you would find in a hospital, leaving him briefly to find the medical supplies that were kept nearby in case something went wrong during their experiments. When he brought them back he finally took the time to get a good look at the hero.

His face looked terrible. Dried blood stuck to the skin beneath his nose, seeming to have dripped down off to his chin. He had a cut on his forehead that had been bleeding as well. A dark purple and yellow bruise had formed all around his eye, the area puffed up.

Lower than that was the large cut across his chest that Deceit had first noticed upon seeing Roman. It looked rather serious, and Deceit knew he should start taking care of that first, as well as getting him out of his cold wet clothing so that he didn't freeze to death. Not wanting to bother with trying to pull the clothing off normally Deceit found a scalpel nearby the bed, using it to cut what was left of the shirt off so that he could get it off of Roman. He worked on getting his pants off as well, leaving the rest on him.

Once that was done with he turned his attention to cleaning up the largest wound, glad that the hero was unconscious for this entire process. For one it was less embarrassing, fixing up his enemy who had given him the perfect opportunity to defeat him. It also would have been unbearable to listen to the hero complain about it as he helped him.

He had to stitch up the wound in the end, working as quickly as he could, leaning Roman up afterwards to put bandages over it. Once that was finished he left Roman's side once more, deciding to worry about his smaller cuts after he had gotten Roman something warmer wrapped around him. He managed to find some old clothes of his, putting those on him and wrapping a large blanket around his body.

It was while he was cleaning up the final traces of blood from his face that Roman startled awake, eyes flying open and bolting upright in the chair. He looked around frantically, seeing Deceit and trying to back away from him. This resulted in him falling off of the bed, hitting the floor hard.

"Why are you so scared?" Deceit asked with an eye roll, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at Roman across the bed.

"Because you're a villain!" Roman accused, still scooting across the floor the escape Deceit despite him not even trying to step towards Roman.

"A pretty bad one." Deceit huffed quietly, annoyed with himself. "Really, why are you so scared? You know you came to me for help, right?"

"I-Of course I didn't!" Roman frowned, also crossing his arms. "Why would I go to you of all people? You're my enemy!"

"I've been asking myself the same question." Deceit muttered, finally stepping around the bed. Roman curled in on himself in the corner, not in any condition to fight and worried for what Deceit may do to him. He was surprised when Deceit just tossed a blanket at him, keeping his distance. "Believe it or not, it was you who showed up at my place. And for some stupid reason I actually helped you out. I'm not asking for your appreciation, but it would certainly be nice if you could shut up for a while."

"I don't believe you." Roman muttered, trying to seem annoyed even though he was currently wrapping up in the blanket Deceit had given him. He was cold, and the blanket was so warm and inviting.

"Good for you." Deceit said, going back to the other side of the room to continue what he had been working on before Roman had arrived.

"I mean... I do remember coming here... but why would I do that? You probably did something to me. You had to have." Roman continued talking to himself in the corner, Deceit listening in and no longer saying anything. It was pointless. "Maybe you sent those men after me. You-you must have..."

"Oh, yes," Deceit hissed. "I totally sent people to bust you up only to have you arrive at my doorstep and nurse you back to health. You've solved the mystery, Roman. Makes perfect sense."

"Well, if I did just show up randomly then why did you help?" Roman asked, Deceit pausing what he was doing to think for a moment. After a minute he went back to work.

"I don't know." He answered, seeming just as annoyed as Roman with not knowing the truth.

"You could have just killed me and never had to worry about me ruining your plans again." Roman continued thinking out loud, standing with the blanket still wrapped around his shoulders. He slowly approached Deceit from behind, studying him carefully.

"I know." Deceit said with a shrug, throwing a glance at Roman over his shoulder. He noticed that Roman was still limping pretty badly. "But I didn't."

"Why not?" Roman pressed, stepping even closer to Deceit. "It was the perfect chance."

"I. Don't. Know." Deceit gritted his teeth, done with the questioning. Roman took another step closer to him.

"It just doesn't make any sense. Why would-"

Before Roman could finish his sentence and ask Deceit anything else he was pushed backwards, bent back against the bed with Deceit above him, scalpel pressed at his throat. Deceit hissed at him, glaring as Roman stared back up at him, fear once again in his eyes. "It really sounds to me like you just want to die, Roman. You keep giving me opportunity after opportunity, and you've given me plenty of reasons to. You're a pain in my ass, and I'm sick of your stupid questions."

Deceit stared at Roman for a moment longer before he pulled the scalpel away, stepping back and letting Roman get up. He threw the tool back onto the table, away from the both of them. "And yet, here you are. Still alive. Because I may be a villain in your eyes, but just because I don't follow the same moral code as you does not make me a killer. So, if you don't mind, shut the hell up and let me work."

Roman stood by the bed in silence as Deceit turned his back to him. Deceit seemed relieved with the silence that finally fell between them. Roman wondered if, since Deceit apparently had no plans of harming him, maybe he might just let him go. He looked towards the door of the room, and then glanced back at Deceit. Maybe he should ask instead of getting himself restrained and hurt more if he just went ahead and tried.

"Can I leave?" Roman asked, Deceit shrugging by his desk. Seeming to finish up what he was doing he turned back to Roman finally, arms crossing again and scale covered eyebrow quirking upwards at him.

"I don't know. Can you?" He asked, looking Roman up and down. Roman huffed somewhat amusedly.

"What are you, a school teacher?" He quipped, receiving a smile and affirmative lie in response. Roman rolled his eyes, but he had to admit he did sometimes find Deceit's over the top sarcasm humorous. "Just tell me, are you forcing me to stay here or what?"

"I'm not forcing you at all." Deceit said, gloves hand gesturing to the door. "You're welcome to leave, if you can make it to the door."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Roman snapped, and Deceit shrugged.

"I'm only referring to your leg injury. Can you really walk that far all on your own right now?" He questioned. Roman took this as a challenge, straightening his back, puffing up his chest, and telling Deceit that of course he could do it. He took a few limping steps forward, barely making it halfway across the room when suddenly an even worse spike of pain caused his leg to give out under him, making him topple to the floor.

Luckily Deceit had been expecting the collapse and was right there to catch him, lifting Roman into his arms with lots of protests from the hero. He tried to shove himself away from Deceit but Deceit only held him tighter, clearly the stronger one with Roman's current state. He set Roman down as gently as he could without dropping the fighting man back onto the bed, rolling his eyes as he stepped away. "Calm down. You did this to yourself you know, I'm only trying to prevent you from making it worse."

"Whatever," Roman spat.

"Do you live with anyone?" Deceit asked, watching Roman inquisitively.

"Do you really think I'm stupid enough to answer that?"

"I'm trying to work with you here." Deceit snarled back at him. "You don't want to be here clearly, so where do you want to go? I'm not sending you back to your own home if you're going to be hobbling around by yourself the whole time. You'll get yourself killed. So answer the damn question, do you have someone you can stay with or not?"

Roman was quiet for a while, glaring down at his leg. If only he could walk he could go home and be away from the villain. Deceit tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for an answer, Roman finally sighing and letting his head fall back to rest against the pillow on the bed, eyes closed and nose scrunched unpleasantly. "No. I don't have anyone."

"I know you're going to hate this," Deceit began, frowning himself. "But if you don't have anywhere else to go then I cannot allow you to be on your own somewhere. Even if it would be convenient for me, I'd prefer you didn't die if I could do something about it."

Roman did hate that idea. He still didn't trust Deceit, and he had no idea what might happen if he stayed there. Then again, he didn't know what might happen to him if he left either. He truly didn't know where else to go. Perhaps he knew somehow, when he had stumbled his way through the streets after being attacked that Deceit was his only hope now. He hated the idea, but he had to admit that it had gone fairly well so far. After all, he wasn't dead yet, and Deceit did seem to care about him being on his own after being hurt.

Roman couldn't be certain that Deceit wasn't lying, but he didn't have any other choice but to stay and find out.

Alright, so I really want this oneshot to have a part two but to be honest with you I... have zero ideas about where to go from here. If anyone's got any suggestions I'd love to hear them.

In the mean time I'm gonna get working on a part two of my last oneshot, bc hey at least one person liked the idea and that's enough for me lol. I really like the idea for it.

Oh, and I also decided to do a tag here for once. Mostly cause I'm too lazy to go over to my ramble book and start a new chapter but uh anyways here

Marshmellow_111 tagged me

This happened about 30 minutes ago so it's within three days

Ten things about me:
1. I love my pets more than myself.

2. The only reason I want to get a job is so that I can buy my pets better things. For example my bird needs a bigger cage, also bird food is expensive. I can't currently get a job because we're down to one car now after my mom got into a bad accident

3. I probably spend more time researching on things related to pet care than I've ever spent studying for school. I do this with pets I don't even have, just pets that I really really want lol

4. My dad gets annoyed with how much I talk about animals and so does probably everyone else in the world lmao. Is that gonna stop me? Absolutely not

5. I'm going to college next year to hopefully be a forensics investigator

6. Other jobs that I was/am interested in were mostly animal related. Like being a marine biologist, a vet, or wildlife rehab person. I was also interested in being a blood spatter analyst, which I still think sounds pretty interesting!

7. I love plants. I'd love to have a big garden full of succulents or nice pretty flowers or really anything, I just love plants and taking care of things in general

8. I really enjoy villain/hero dynamic things where the villain isn't really a bad guy, just has some slightly questionable morals lol. Writing about a villain being nice and caring is fun for some reason

9. My favorite Disney princesses are Rapunzel and Mulan

10. If you've ever messaged me, I'm sorry. I'm awkward and incredibly slow at responding.

I don't like to tag people, so feel free to do this if you want to.

Joke:
Idk but here's a cute pickup line I found while searching through them for a recent oneshot that I kinda wanna write something about but have no ideas for
"Call me Pooh, cause all I want is you, honey."

Spoiler for one of my books:
Marshmallow from Talky Marks? Yeah she just fucking dies (I'm absolutely joking I would never do that to Marshmallow or to Patton-) (....do I ever say whether Marshmallow is a girl or a boy?)

Anyways lol that's the end of that tag-so, thanks so much for reading this oneshot! *you find a hoodie with ring pops attached to the strings*

Thanks for the suggestion. ^•^ take good care of yourselves. Bye!-Bob