Prompt #33

The villain sauntered towards the hero, a blurring of his vision, his elbows scrapped, and in a second he was on the ground with the hero. The hero groaned, a stream of red blood coming from his mouth. The villain’s hands ached to wiped it away. Kiss him. But, everything in him hurt. He could barely move anymore, the hero in the same condition.

All he could make out was a last breathy, “Thank you,” as his heart rate slowed and his body stilled. The hero shook his head, his eyes filling with tears. He tried to get on his elbows, and crawl a bit closer to the villain.

“No-no…you’re not g-going anywhere. Please.” The hero whispered, his voice hitching. The villain smiled, a withering of lips barely stretching. And, the hero’s heart ached more. Pain.

What followed was the silence, the hardly touching hands, and the shallow breaths. They could not cross the distance between them, for they were far two worlds apart.

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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 #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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Prompt #15

“I hope she’s making you happy,” The villain growled as he pushed the hero against the ground.

“I-...what?" The hero replied, uncertain. He grunted as the villain's fingers dig further into the soft skin of his neck. He put his hand on top of the villain's, to make him stop.

"The girl you've been going out with, for like years now. Every time I try to look for you, she's always with you. What's with that?" The villain questioned, a scowl taking place on his face.

"Oh, OH. You're jealous?" The hero claimed, with a grin stretching his lips upwards. The villain dug his fingers harder. "Stop." He groaned.

"Tell me who she is, and what her business is with you." The villain talked, still scowling.

"Okay. Okay. Why don't you let go of my neck first, yeah? I'm not into choking, anyway." He said as the villain released him. He let out a chortle, rubbing his neck where the fingerprints left their mark. The villain blushed a little, glancing away.

"She's my partner. We work together on cases, and we are also quite close." The hero scolded. The villain turned his face to him, raising a brow. "As friends. Close friends, you jealous little thing." He finished. The villain huffed, he started getting up from where he was. But, the hero stopped him and pinned him on the ground.

"I should get my turn, too. Shouldn't I?" The hero murmured in his deep voice. The villain turned red, and the hero let out a laugh.

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Prompt #76

By @writingpromptsworld

“Stay still, hero. We don’t want to ruin the design, do we?” The villain asks, keeping a firm hand around the hero’s wrist, while they get the things ready to imprint a tattoo on the hero’s arm.

The hero squirms under their hold, their wrists tied down. “You can’t be serious. You want to tattoo your name on my arm, why? Why are you doing this?”

“I told you before. It will be an act of reminder every time you decide to go on your little dates.” The villain explained patiently, smiling sweetly after wiping the swab on the hero’s arm.

The hero frowned, furious. “Two dates. I’ve gone on two dates this whole year.”

“Two dates too many.” The villain pouted like a petulant child.

“I won’t go on anymore dates. I promise.” The hero tried desperately.

The villain shook their head. “Why don’t you be still and quiet, it’ll be over in no time. And then we can go on a date.”

The hero sighed. “You’re possessive for no reason.”

“Shh.” The villain said, putting a finger on their lips. The hero rolled their eyes, and sat back.

Forcefully or not, the villain’s name was implanted on their skin in no time. And they couldn’t help it but like it, perhaps a little bit.

Snippet #10

"Your dad's not home?" The villain questioned, an eyebrow raised at the boy standing at the doorstep of the hero's house. He looked so much like the hero, with a square face and black hair.

"No, he's out. I believe he should be back soon." The teenager said, tilting his head as he continued, "Are you his friend?" The villain chuckled.

"I'm his boyfriend." The villain responded, and the other one frowned.

"Oh. He didn't tell me he had a boyfriend." The boy looked a little suspicious, his awkwardly placed on the door handle.

"Well, I'll come back wh-," The villain cut himself off as a car came on the pavement, and stopped. The hero came out and froze in place. He glanced at the villain, and then his son, and then back to the villain. He grimaced.

"Dad!" The younger one exclaimed.

"What are you doing here?" The hero asked, shifting his feet to the villain.

"I was just-"

"Dad, you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend!" The boy cut the villain off, and the villain's lips went in a straight line, waiting for the hero to say something.

"Yeah, I’m sorry. We just started dating like 2 weeks ago. Can we go in and then I can explain?" The hero suggested, pulling his hoodie closer to himself, it was so cold. The teenage boy nodded, and the villain followed quietly. It was going to be a long night.

Prompt #82

By @writingpromptsworld

The villain swore they could smell the hero's very prominent cologne in the dark office, and they had to resist the urge to not take every little thing away with them.

But no, they were on a mission. And they needed to focus, or else the supervillain would-

"You're the recruit, aren't you?" Someone spoke up, the voice was deep and smooth. They sounded amused.

The vilian froze, in the process of sniffing the hero's coat that hung on the chair behind their desk. They look up, alerted and took out their gun. The person walked closer, and their face glowed under the moonlight. The villain’s eyes widened when they saw who it was.

The hero grinned. "Relax. I'm in no mood to fight."

The villain’s heart beat wildly in their chest. They didn't lower the gun, scared and in awe at the same time. The hero was even more good-looking in person as if that was possible. They gulped, and when the hero didn't come closer, they lowered the gun slowly.

The hero's grin only broadened. "Care to tell me why you were sniffing around my coat?" The villain's face immediately went scarlet, their heart dropping in their stomach. '

"Uhh…" They started. "I was searching…for potential information about your- next mission?" They really hadn't meant for it to come out as a question, but it did anyway and they cursed under their breath.

"And what is this crucial information you would find in there?" The hero played along, cocking their head to the side.

The villain opened their mouth and closed it, not sure how to tell the hero they were…curious. Well, curious is putting it lightly, they were obsessed, really. "Good question." They said, a second later.

The hero looked more entertained by the minute. They took a few more steps that brought them right in front of the villain, meeting their eyes. The hero's eyes were gray, like the moon, and glowing with mirth.

The villain checked out the hero before they could stop themself, their mouth drying at the sight.

The hero chuckled, "You're terrible at keeping a blank face. A really bad quality for a vilian if I say so myself."

Okay. That's it. Everything they had read about the hero was wrong. The hero wasn't stoic and ruthless as listed in their 'bio', they were something worse: flirty and dangerously good-looking.

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Prompt #79

It was almost three a.m. when the hero’s phone rang. They groaned loudly before reaching across the night table, and fetching it. They had no idea who could be calling right now, and honestly, they couldn’t give a shit. Because, they had come home around two in the morning and went straight to bed, exhausted and bone-tired.

They brought the phone to their ears anyway, without checking the caller ID. “Hello?”

“I miss you.” Were the words spoken in an almost a slur of a tone. The hero’s mind seemed to not process the words for a moment.

“What?” They asked.

“I miss you.” The person repeated a little more loudly. And the hero made out who it was. The villain.

“I—what?”

The villain whined, and a slump could be heard, followed by a grumble from them. “I miss you, hero.” They draw out, and from their voice, the hero could make out that the villain was drunk.

The hero pressed their lips. “Do you know what time it is? Where are you? Are you drunk?” They questioned, sitting up.

“I’m home…I think.” The villain slurred, and then sighed. “Are you home?” They asked dumbly.

The hero frowned. “Of course I’m home.”

“Can you come to me? I wanna see you.” They mumbled, and even though the hero couldn’t see them, they could imagine the villain was pouting.

The hero sighed. “Stay where you are. I’m coming.”

“Okay...can you stay on the phone?” The villain asked.

The hero got out of their bed, “No. I’ll be driving. But I’ll be there in no time.”

The villain grumbled something under their breath about hero being all goody two shoes and never breaking the laws before hanging up.

When the hero got there, the villain was sleeping peacefully, and they got in bed with them, the villain instantly cuddling up to them.

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