Prompt #11

Prompt #25

"Oh, so you're the infamous hero everyone is drooling over lately?" The villain wondered as they let their eyes roam over the hero's figure.

"Yeah. Why, you jealous?" The hero asked them, confident. A proud glint pondering in their dusty brown eyes. Their feet moved steadily but surely on their own to the other one.

"Jealous? Of you? Oh, spare me." The villain scoffed. Their face told otherwise, the hero thought.

The villain stayed planted where they were, while the hero nothing but neared them. Cornered them. They gulped.

"You know, you're not so bad yourself. I'd take you." The hero's voice dropped to a low soothing sound, that the villain's knees almost gave out. Almost.

The villain raised a brow, trying to appear unbothered. "In...a fight, right?" They said, unsure. They were just buying time so they could run, they told himself. It was definitely not because they were curious.

"No. Think deeper." The hero replied, short and curt. A devious smile made its way onto their lips. They let the villain figure out what exactly they meant.

The villain realized soon, the implication of what the hero meant and their eyes widened.

The hero attacked them next. Right there and then.

Snippet #13

“You know what would get me going?” The hero asked, smiling slightly. “Another fight with you.”

The villain raised their eyebrows. “You’re literally on a bed in a hospital because you didn’t dodge my attack even though I warned you.”

The hero cracked a grin, a little painfully so. “I wanted to let you win for once.”

The villain’s eyes narrowed, they scanned the hero up and down before chuckling lowly. “You know, for someone who’s breathing with the help of an oxygen tank, you sure do have guts to say that.”

“Try me.” The hero replied, smug and a little cocky.

The next time they fought, the villain made sure to show the hero just how much they wanted the hero to “not win.”

Prompt #34

The hero back-hugged the villain, and sighed. “How are you always so warm?” They said, and nuzzled their face in the villain’s neck.

“Because your love radiates like the sun on me.” The villain replied, grinning from ear to ear. The hero blushed and kissed them.

Snippet #9

The hero screamed in agony as the blood oozed out of his body, and into the pool of liquid beside him. His voice echoed in the empty vast sky, and then nothing. An anguished silence. And then, a thud. He fell on his back, the villain going out of his vision for a second.

As if on cue, or maybe it was just mocking him, it started raining. Heavy droplets made his eyes so heavy, he fought to open them. The villain stayed where he was, a knife dripping blood mixed with the rain, onto the wet ground. The hero's breathing slowed.

"Why." He choked, his body nearly tearing itself apart by the force it took to say that. He shivered, the coldness of the raindrops getting to him. He tried inhaling. His lungs hurt, and his heart more. The villain dropped to his knees, his eyes filling with tears. He bawled. The hero's ears rang with the noise.

"I love you, but...but I couldn't. I couldn't be better for you. Loving me comes with a price." The villain rasped, he dropped the knife and walked to the lying figure. His gaze crossed with the hero's as he continued, "This is the price." The hero's heart clenched. He had failed. Failed to change the villain. Failed to save him. Failed to save himself. Failed himself. He breathed out last time, before his body gave up.

(Not me listening to "Stalker's Tango" by Autoheart while writing this. The song goes perfectly with it though)

Prompt #70

By @writingpromptsworld

“What…so you’re just letting me escape? Just like that?” The villain questioned, suspiciously. Their eye narrowed slightly, examining the hero.

The hero shrugged, smiling. “You did say you’re not feeling too well, so I’ll let you off the hook for today.”

The villain stared in a little disbelief. “Oh…”

“What?” The hero questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re being oddly nice.” The villain mused, a confused frown crossing their features.

The hero chuckled. “I can’t fight you while you’re not at your best. It wouldn’t be fair.” They offered a sweet smile.

The villain’s heart beat in their chest, staring at the hero’s smiling face. They huffed, rolling their eyes. Goddamn it, they couldn’t understand why the hero was being so soft like this.

“So I can just leave then?” The villain asked again to make sure. The hero nodded, the smile still there.

The villain stared at them for a second, controlling the urge to kiss the smile off the hero’s face. They sighed.

They left after a lingering glance at the hero.

Prompt #35

"Well, what do you think?" The villain asked as the hero looked at himself in the mirror with an unsettling frown permanently attached to his eyebrows.

"Are you sure no one will recognize me at the party? You know, this is a very important mission, right?" The hero spoke, spinning his body a little and then moving closer to check his face.

"I'm sure no one will recognize you. I've been dressing you up for 3 hours now, so I know how important it is, babe." The villain retorted, his hands gesturing in the air between them. He decided that if the mission went downhill, it wouldn't be his fault. It would be the hero's fault, with the way he's still frowning like a baby, unknowingly ruining his makeup. He sighed and shifted his feet towards the other man.

"Just relax, would ya? You can always call me for backup." The villain kissed the hero to calm down his nerves. The hero kissed back hungrily. His heart jumped with nervousness. "Okay, okay. Let's not get carried away." The villain laughed, and the hero's cheeks stained with red.

"Thank you." The hero murmured, and the villain grinned.

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Prompt #46

"Wait, why are you holding my hand?" The hero raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling up their lips.

"I-I'm not holding your hand, you're holding my hand." The villain babbled, a blush arising on their cheeks.

The hero laughed, "Oh yeah? Your hand just squeezed my hand though."

"Fuck off." The villain grumbled as they tried to move their hand out of the hero's hand, but the hero just grabbed it and shoved it into their chest, grinning.

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Prompt #32

“Get your hands off of me, I don’t need your help.” The hero grunted, moving backwards. The arm hurt where the bullet was pierced by the supervillain. But, fortunately the villain ran him away. Telling the supervillain that he’s got the hero “under his control”, the hero had rolled his eyes at that. The supervillain was hesitant, however, backed off. Giving the villain a secret nod, that the hero definitely saw. And, then he vanished.

The villain raised his eyebrows, retreating his hands. His expression exasperated. If he didn’t stop the bleeding soon, it will lead to the hero dying in less than 10 minutes. He could not afford the hero’s death. “Stop protesting, will you? Just let me help you, please. I know-…how to treat a gunshot wound, okay?” His eyes were so soft, that the hero almost couldn’t believe it.

The hero stayed silent. His eyes felt heavy, his head foggy. He strained to focus on one thing. The villain was right. He felt helpless in the moment. Deciding that he should let the villain take over, he muttered a small, “fine.” The villain went to get a cold wet towel, with a first-aid kit that looked quite too used. He sighed, once the villain came back.

The villain’s hands were cold against his warm skin, and he took a deep breath. “Talk to me, you have to stay awake until I finish this. Take deep breaths. In and out. In and out.” The hero wrestled himself to follow the villain’s commands. “Yes, you’re doing good.” When the villain was finished, he smiled at the hero.

The hero whispered, “Thank you.” He still struggled to breathe properly, but seeing the villain’s smile gave him some comfort and, perhaps, a little ease.

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Snippet #8

"Well, well, well. Look who's here, everyone. My favorite villain." The supervillain said, coming forward. His eyes were wide with excitement, his voice even more. He opened his arms to hug the villain, but the villain swatted them away sternly. And, the supervillain frowned.

"I heard you have my boyfriend locked up." The villain spat, scowling. The supervillain perked his eyebrows, smirking.

"I didn't know Hero was your boyfriend." The supervillain laughed, somewhat delighted. He turned around and started walking. The villain followed, still scowling.

"Let him go, or else..." The villain began, a dangerous tone to his voice. The supervillain stopped in his tracks and spun around.

"Or else?"

"Or else, you won't see the rising sun tomorrow." The villain growled, and yanked the supervillain by his collar, pressing him against the nearest wall. The supervillain shook his head, smiling dumbly.

"You see, I mean no harm to your boyfriend or you, for that matter. Now, let me go." He demanded sternly. The villain didn't even budge.

"First of all, tell him where he is. I do not care if you meant any harm or not, you have him tied up regardless. That's a crime in my book, no one is allowed to touch him but me." The villain hurled and dug his fingers into the supervillain's neck. The supervillain wrapped his hand around the other's wrist and forced him to let him go.

"Fine, fine. We've known each other for years now, and you still act like I'm a threat." The supervillain grumbled, moving to straighten his shirt. The villain just scoffed. "Follow me."

When they reached the end of the corridor, the supervillain glanced at the villain. "I don't have him tied up, just so you know." An almost hurt expression caressed his features, and the villain wanted to laugh. When the villain opened the door, he saw the hero sitting in a lavish chair, drinking wine from a fancy cup, and laughing at something the supervillain's sidekick was saying. He frowned. The hero looked him up and down and stood up.

"I thought you were fucking kidnapped!" The villain exclaimed, going to the hero, and hugging him tightly. The hero, stunned, hugged him back.

"No, the supervillain wanted to hang out. Who told you I was kidnapped?" The hero asked, his eyes going to the supervillain, who shrugged in return.

"Your sidekick!" The villain cried, and the hero laughed.

"Oh, he was just joking, babe." The hero kissed him.

"I'm going to kill that bastard." The villain said, embarrassingly.

Prompt #43

"Oh, shit. Is that a hickey on your neck?" The villain asked, eyes narrowing. He stepped closer, to take a more keen look. The hero blushed and nodded. The villain's eyes went wide, "Who-who gave you that?"

"You." The hero replied, his eyes filling with sadness. He took a deep breath. The villain's memory had gotten worse since the day he found out that the other had Alzheimer's. The doctors were hopeless because the villain was on stage 4 of the disease.

‘It can’t be helped anymore than the treatment that we have him on’, They had said. The hero had gotten mad, how could they lose hope when his villain was still this young? Couldn’t they do something about it rather than shaking their heads with pity plastered on their damn faces? The hero wanted to lash out, but, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t, not with the villain by his side, looking gloom.

"Me?" The villain frowned, and continued shortly, "But we haven't met since two days ago." The hero went close to him, his steps heavy and filled with anxiety. He raised his hand, and brought it to the villain's cheek. “My condition’s getting worse, isn’t it?” The villain murmured again, concern lacing his eyes. The hero shook his head.

“No, no. You’re right. We met two days ago, that’s when you gave me the hickey.” The hero whispered, kissing the villain. The villain kissed him back with tenderness. The hero broke the kiss, and saw the villain’s beautiful face now stained with too bitter of tears.

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