Prompt #31

Prompt #75

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"So, you don't mind?" The villain asked, leaning back against the desk, a smug expression on their face.

"What?" The hero replied, their voice slightly irritated.

The villain let out a low chortle. "You don't mind going on a date with me?"

"It's for a mission."

"You said the same thing last time...and we found ourselves in your bed." The villain reminded with a cheeky grin.

"It was a mistake." The hero scowled.

"A mistake you're willing to make again by going on another date with me."

"I'm being forced." The hero explained, their jaw clenched.

The villain moved a few steps forward, nodding as if in deep thought. "Just say you want me."

"I don't." The hero replied, gaze faltering and fleeting away.

The villain placed two fingers under the hero's chin and turned their face to them. "You're a bad liar." The villain whispered.

And that was all it took for the hero to crumble, and shove the villain back on to their desk, roughly pulling them in a kiss.

Prompt #11

“All I want for you is to be mine, is that so hard?” The villain said.

“If only I could say the same, if only the world would let me.” The hero replied.

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Prompt #36

"You know, your dad used to call me da-"

"Dumb. I used to call him dumb because he always got himself in trouble." The hero cut off the villain, glaring at him. "He's 17, for Christ's sake."

The seventeen-year-old in question just narrowed his eyes at them, secretly knowing what the villain was going to say before his dad interrupted.

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Prompt #80

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Although the hero would argue that they weren’t stuck in a closet with the villain because of themself, another voice told otherwise. They had gotten both of them in this situation and now had no clue how to escape it.

The villain was awfully quiet after they both got shoved into the cramped place, their expression serious. The hero frowned to themself. They hadn't ever seen the villain like that, and when they looked closely, they could see the anxiousness written all over the villain's face.

"Uh...are you okay?" They asked tentatively, cautious as they took a step forward. The villain's face was slightly illuminated by the bulb that stood over their heads, the light dim.

The villain cleared their throat and neutralized their guise, nodding. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" They ask, scoffing, and then looking away. "Get us out of here already, you dingus."

The hero didn't believe them. They could tell when the villain was lying, they had been fighting for years, for god's sake. And right now, they were confident the villain was hiding something. They tilted their head. "Why don't you get us out of here? I'm sure you've been crammed in places like these in your missions, no?" They question instead.

The villain just scowled in response. "No, my plans are so eloquent that I don't need to hide in these hideous closets." They said, shifting uncomfortably. And the hero was quiet for a moment before realization dawned on them. The villain was claustrophobic and was trying to play it cool.

The hero observed them for a second and then spoke up. "We'll be fine." They said gently, trying to see how the villain would react. The villain looked at them, well, more like glared.

"Fuck, just get us out of here already." They mumbled, turning away.

The hero nodded. "I will," They said, understanding the villain were silently seeking help despite being their usually grumpy self. "Can you breathe for me?" They asked a while later.

The villain, still turned away, took a deep breath in reluctantly and then let it out a second later. They repeated it a few more times and then cursed under their breath. "Thanks." They grumbled.

The hero smiled to themself. "You're welcome, Villain."

Later, the hero decided that breaking down the door was the only way to get out of the closet they were in. Oh, and they scored a date.

Prompt #39

Cw: Drug use

The villain's head throbbed with pain, as they willed themself to sit up. The room was dark, with barely any light. A tiny ray of shine was coming from the window on the right, and they exhaled. Before they could figure out where they were, footsteps echoed in the room, nearing them in the passing seconds.

"Finally awake, are we?" The person spoke, the all-too-familiar voice. The villain recognized it almost immediately but still had difficulty making out what the other was saying. They blinked a few times to make his eyes focus, and brain, work. However, to their veil, it didn't work. Not really.

"Where am I?" The villain whispered into the dark, their throat so dry, it felt like he had just swallowed a handful of sand. A scared feeling crawled up their spine, raising goosebumps in its wake. The hero's voice frightening them, making them feel so small.

"You're in my office. I'm supposed to hold you hostage, until the morning." The hero uttered lazily. Unaware of how the villain's body was shaking, crawling itself in. They forced themself to say something.

"I-...I don't understand." The villain said, gulping.

"I drugged you and then brought you here. Now, do you understand?" The hero asked, an irritated edge accompanying their words. The villain closed in on themself even more and nodded in the pitch black. They blamed themself for ever believing the hero and they had anything going on between them. Clearly not.

Prompt #17

“I guess I never meant anything to you in the end.” The villain swallowed the last bit of his beer. He appeared a bit tipsy as he stood up, and went to where the hero was sat.

The villain stumbled forward and kneeled down in front of the hero. “Please. Just please, tell…tell me why you did this. Why you-you…loved me and then decided to shatter my heart like this. Please.” He said, his face filled with raw emotion. Anguished. Bewildered.

The hero swallowed, "I...-I had to do this to save you. To save us. They found out about this, and I had to lie. What else could I do, my love?" His heart ached with painful sharp jaws gnawing every inch of it. If only the other would understand him.

"Don't! Don't fucking call me that. Not after what you've done." The villain growled, his eyes filling with harsh tears as he stood up and swat them away harshly. The hero went to grab him by his wrist, and the villain pulled back sharply.

The hero's eyes filled with tears. This was not supposed to happen, he thought. "Please, listen to me." He said, voice trembling. The villain turned out, his eyes red.

"What is there to listen to, after all this?" He asked, voice rough. He refused to look at the hero, for he was afraid he would fully break down. The hero came close, forcing his face towards him. He put their foreheads together, leaning on each other.

"We can make this work. We still have enough time to run away. I'm sorry I told them about this, but...but we can make this work, yeah?" He said, gulping. His throat felt dry from all the crying. The villain hugged him and wept. The hero doing the same.

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Prompt #61

If the hero was angry previously, they were furious now. They had gotten to the place where the villain had planned to fight them, on a rooftop of some burned looking building. It wasn’t what the villain went for usually, because in their opinion, it was more “fun” to damage the skyscrapers. But that’s not the reason the hero is mad. They are mad because the villain still hasn’t arrived. It has been two hours, almost three in less than 15 minutes. Honestly, where were they?!

They gazed at the empty sky that was darkening by the passing seconds. They were about to get off the floor, and leave, when they heard footsteps behind them. They stopped, their expression hardening as they frowned determinedly. They were going to make sure the villain knew that they didn’t have all day for them. They turned around, and their frowned fell just as quickly as it appeared as they saw the villain.

The villain was in no condition to fight, in fact, they looked like they might pass out the next minute. The hero’s eyes faltered and they quickly went to the villain’s side. The villain grimaced, their right hand clutching their left arm. They were breathing heavily, and the hero swore they could hear their heartbeat. Their eyebrows knitted in concern and confusion. “What happened?” They asked, willing the villain to sit down slowly. The villain winced at the uncomfortable movement, and sat down.

The villain could barely make out the words, as they whispered it: "Your fellow hero friends took the liberty of hunting me down, and beating me to death." They mumbled, the left side of their lip a little bruised, and pinkish red.

The hero's eyebrows pinched together in concentration. “Why didn’t you fight back?-” The hero started, tracing circles on the villain’s back in a gentle motion. The villain glared in response, their eyes like burning out fire, barely there, but the hero could see it. They flinched.

“Because I thought you’d come. I tried to fight back, I tried. But, then I couldn’t. And I waited and waited for you but you never came to save me.”

“I didn’t know.” The hero replied, now frowning in somewhat of a fury of their own. How could the villain blame them? They had done nothing wrong, they didn’t even know the villain was being tortured by those heroes.

“That’s not the point! You knew where my hideout was, you could have! Besides, how did the other heroes find me? Only you knew of my location…oh my god, please don’t tell me you gave them my location.” The villain’s furious face was now turning into one of a sad and terrified. The realization that the hero could have betrayed them makes them want to die right then and there. Of course, it was an assumption, but that made it all the worse. The fact that they could even think as far as that.

The hero’s eyes widened in disbelief that the villain could ever think of such a thing of them. They would never do that. “I would never. Why would I do that? I didn’t do it. I promise.” They said, softly.

The villain swallowed, and looked down. This was all getting to their head right now. The injuries, the wounds, the pain. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking…of course you wouldn’t.” They said, meeting the villain’s eyes again, but this time with more calmness and understanding.

The hero nodded slowly, even though the villain could trace hints of sadness in their eyes at the assumption the villain made. The villain gently cradled the hero’s cheek. “I’m so sorry.” They whispered again. The hero nodded, smiling slightly.

“Let’s get your injuries treated.” They said, and lifted the villain up in their arms.

Prompt #14

The villain stumbled back, as the hero pushed him against the wall. His hands on the villain’s waist, their lips on each other. The villain held the hero by his face, deepening their kiss.

Not long after, they pulled back. “You’re such a good kisser, you know that?” The villain panted, his chest heaved up and down.

The hero chuckled, a low sound from his throat. “I learned from the best.” He winked. He let go of his hold on the villain’s waist, and turned around. The villain followed through, back hugging the hero.

“You know, you were here to battle me to death, not chase after my lips.” The villain whispered in the hero’s ears. The hero raised an eyebrow, and turned around.

"Well, you asked for it." The hero returned, smiling faintly. "And, anyway, I'm not on duty right now. No obligations." The villain pulled him close for another kiss. He knew, in his heart, he won't get to do this for too long. Someday, they'll be separated like the sun and the moon.

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Snippet #1

“Oops, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spill your coffee Mist-…” the hero trailed off, his eyes locking with a familiar face. There stood the villain, frozen in place. “What are you doing here?” The hero asked, bringing back his voice that was abruptly cut off midway.

“I could ask the same. This is my area, so what are you doing here?” The villain threw back. The barista behind the counter looked between them. The hero sensed it, and was glad that the villain wore a mask all the time so no one would be able to recognize him.

The hero quickly apologized to the barista, ignoring the villain’s eyes on him. He picked up some tissues and cleaning the floor. The drink had only spilled a little, so it didn’t take long to wipe it. He then grabbed the villain by his arm, and took him outside the cafe. The villain followed him with both of his eyebrows shot up.

“Since when was this your area? And, anyway it doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t be roaming around in a place like a cafe, you can get caught. You don’t want that, do you?” The hero questioned, looking around. His lips pressed together in a firm line.

“Now, why would you care if I get caught, hmm?” The villain shot back, suddenly appearing smug. He carefully pushed the hero backwards to the wall. “Unless, of course, you fear that you’ll miss me if they take me away.” He murmured, inching his face slowly near the hero’s.

The hero gave a grin, “Exactly, I’d miss you too much if they take you away from me. I would miss your face, your lips, your…” His eyes tracked down, making the villain widen his eyes and face, flush.

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Snippet #7

(Part-1)

“Soooooo…you need my help?” The villain questioned, smugness plastered on their face. The hero had come banging on their doors at 5 in the morning, disheveled. A number of thoughts had begun to form in their mind, at the sight of the hero but they had pressed them down, and let the hero in any way. Oh, how they had fallen for the other.

“Yes, you could say so, I guess.” The hero replied, glancing around from where they were sitting on the couch opposite the villain.

"Oh, and why would I help you? What's in it for me?" The villain asked, their eyes glinting with mischief one could almost miss, but the hero saw it more clearly than ever.

Originally, the hero hadn't intended to come to the villain and beg for help. But, when the superhero told them that 'there was nothing they could do except, go to the villain for help if they wanted to take down the supervillain',they were forced to show up at the other's doorstep. They sighed and then inhaled the coffee smell that was getting stronger with every passing second. They gazed at the villain's cup, brown liquid omitting hot air into the room.

"Well, there is less competition for you when -if- we defeat the supervillain. What else would you want?" The hero explained, steadily. They suppressed the urge to yawn, as the villain sipped their coffee calmly. Cursing internally to the superhero, they waited for the villain's answer.

"While you're quite right, that there would be less competition for me. There would, however, inevitably be more enemies as well. So, my point is, I want something that would promise me a satisfactory future." The villain grinned, finishing. They put down their cup and watched the hero with anticipating eyes. For a minute, the hero stayed silent. The silence felt immense while the birds sang outside in the trees.

"And, what is that?" The hero pronounced, hesitantly, an annoyed edge lacing through their words. The villain was testing their patience on this awful morning, and they were not up for it. They should have just told the superhero to meet the villain themself, they thought. But, then again, the superhero gave them the orders, not the other way around.

"I want you to make a deal with me, that in the future, you will protect me from my dear enemies, as well as share your little secretive missions that are beneficial to me." The villain declared, confident with what they just proposed. The hero deflated. This was not what they expected, they expected something like a million dollars or entry to the city's security system. But this, this was very unpredicted.

"I get the mission part, but why would you want my protection? I mean, come on, you're the biggest criminal in the city, no one would dare to take you in a fight." The hero wondered, a bit confused. The room was quite dark, with little to no light. They could barely make out the villain's silhouette.

"Well, speak for yourself, sweetheart. You're one of the biggest and the most famous heroes of the city, of course, you'd be able to protect me if you wanted to. Every villain knows how honored you are for your missions. Some would go as far as to say they admire you, but that's beside the p-,"

"Do you admire me?" The hero interrupted, sudden curiosity making its way to them.

"I-, what?" The villain frowned, dumbfounded.

"I said, do you admire me?" The hero repeated, tilting their head. Honestly, what was going on with them? Why did they want to know? They should be finishing this ASAP and getting to their fucking bed to get a wink of sleep, they haven't slept in the last 48 hours for god's sake. But, here they were, asking the villain ridiculous questions.

"I mean, sure. Yeah." The villain said, shrugging. They picked up their coffee and started taking little sips of it. For some reason, they had begun to feel hot. This was so unexpectant of the hero, for they were always so professional. This was anything but professional, from what they could tell. And, perhaps, it was true. They always did admire the hero, just like they admired their dad, who was the superhero.