Prompt #41

Prompt #62

(Sly villain x shy hero)

The hero’s breath hitched as their back pressed firmly to the wall, they yelped. “Surrender yet?” The villain asked, grinning.

The hero blushes at the proximity, and glanced away. They forced themself to steady their breath. “N-no. I’m not giving up.” They said, and it almost came out childish. Their voice was low, almost like a whine.

The villain only grinned wider, pressing closer. Their breath brushed against the shell of the hero’s ears. “You know, I love seeing that blush on your face when you know that I’m winning.”

The hero’s eyes broadened, as they wiped at their cheeks. “I-I’m not blushing.”

“Oh yeah? Then why are your cheeks red?” The villain asked cheekily.

“It’s…it’s eczema!” The hero replied, their voice pitched. The villain chortled.

“It’s cute if you think I wouldn’t know if you had eczema. Clearly, you don’t know what eczema looks like.” The villain remarked, as they stepped back a few steps.

The hero slightly pouted, glancing away. Their body started turning cold at the loss of contact. “Think whatever you want.”

The villain shook their head with a fond smile, and the hero was so lost in that said smile that they didn’t even notice as the villain quickly backed away into the shadows from where they had appeared.

The hero gasped, quick on their feet to catch the villain, who were far gone.

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 #5

"Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic. All you are is, pathetic." The villain hushed, the words getting carried into the darkness of nothing but a singular light coming from the window on his left. Silence.

The hero scoffed and then half-laughed, "At least, I'm not a loser who the world is behind." His hands itched against the ropes that held him together. They weren't too tight, if he wished, he could untie himself and run away. But, he wanted to spend some more time with the villain, something he shouldn't be doing on his mission. Inappropriate. Who could blame him though? The villain's tactics to gain his attention were too cute.

"Oh come on, darling. We both know you're jealous of me because I'm more famous than you." The villain said, with an almost childish smile on his face. The hero sighed.

"Hmm, what can I say? Of course, I'd be jealous of such a pretty face." The hero let on, grinning. The blush that crept on the villain's face, was worth everything. Widened eyes stared back at him in amusement. He wasn't normally the one to flirt, but today somehow felt different. A gained confidence, a crush to make blush. The villain smirked, after regaining his composure.

"You're not so bad yourself, Gorgeous." The villain said back, eyes gleaming with excitement. And, now it was time for the hero to blush as his body ran with adrenaline, warmness flooding through. His heart raced. He felt himself untying the ropes, and standing up. The villain raised his eyebrows, not moving. The hero walked towards the villain and handed him the rope.

"Try harder next time, sweetheart." The hero whispered in the villain's ear, who was standing there, stunned. And, before he could even react, the hero took off running. The villain cursed under his breath and ran after him.

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Prompt #55

“Tch, stop being a coward and fight me, villain!” The hero grunted, their hands bound by ropes behind their back. Their legs also covered with ropes that they struggled to get out of.

“Hmmmm.” The villain started, standing up and walking slowly to where the hero was splayed on the ground. “You shouldn’t speak like that to a person who has full control over your life right now. They could take it any time they wished.”

The hero scoffed, a dirty noise in the air. And, looked up with a glare. “What you gonna do? Kill me with your silly little knife or strangle me to death? Pathetic.”

The villain frowned, and then chuckled. Their expression settling back to a calm one. They bent down to hero’s level. “Well, well, well. Aren’t you being a brat? Do I need to teach you how to talk to me?”

The hero half snorted and half laughed. “Oh, you’re going to teach me manners? The great scary villain? Gods have blessed me.”

The villain sighed. “Hero, the reason you’re here-no, we are here is because of you. You had a plan to kill me. But upon entering my secret hide-out, you find yourself instantly boomed into a trap. How very sad.”

The hero stared at him, speechless, because apparently that was true. They did indeed fall into a trap like a fucking kid who didn't know any better. They should've known about it. Predicted it. But, the bubbling excitement. The thrillness of it all had made their brain go frenzy. Never thinking about the possible obstacles of it all. They stayed silent.

The villain smiled, a mischievous smile. "With that said, I wouldn't mind teaching you some manners. If you don't mind, of course." The hero blushed at the implications, immediately going red in the face.

It was going to be long before they actually got out of that place.

Prompt #4

The villain shuddered as he walked to the aching body on the ground. The hero. He felt a shudder run down his spine. The hero was lying on the ground, blood smeared across his face and hands. 

The villain came forward, and bend down. His heart throbbed against his chest, at an unreal speed. His mouth felt dry as he swallowed. His stomach warped itself in. The hero wrestled to get up on his elbows. 

“Y-you…you have to go, okay? T-they are c-coming for you.” The hero choked, barely making out the words. He fell back to the ground. Crushed.  The villain shook his head rapidly, panic clawing through his body. 

“No!” He cried. “NO! I can’t leave you here, not like this! No!”

“Please. You…got to go. They-” The hero struggled to try to catch his breath, as his words caught in his throat. 

“No, I can’t. I can’t! I can’t! I-” The villain felt his eyes prickling with salty tears. He wasn’t one to cry, but god did he feel like his world was crumbling with the passing seconds. His hero. His world. 

“Please! Listen-listen…to me this, once. Please, go!” The hero bit out, but all the villain could do was hold the hero in his arms, while sobbing, until they both exhaled their last breaths.

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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 #6

The hero and the villain run away. Except, when they both come back together, their roles are reversed. Because the hero finds out why the villain were the way they were. And now, they(the hero) want revenge.

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Prompt #77

The hero was currently wrestling the villain’s too tight grip around their neck, not quite comfortable, but something that they indulged themself in once in a while anyway. For the villain’s sake, and perhaps because they found it a bit of a turn on.

But then they find something unexpected from the corner of their eye. A picture of villain, with their leg planted right on the hero’s chest, grinning, while the hero scowled up at them. Ah. The time they had won. For once.

They break out into a breathless chuckle. “So…what? Y-you still have that?” They said, struggling to speak. The villain followed their gaze to the picture and immediately their grip on the hero loosened, and then tightened once again.

The villain sneered at them, getting annoyed. “It was one time I won! And today I’m going to take a picture of my second victory!” They snarled.

The hero stood amused, and then without hesitation, kicked the villain’s guts, throwing them on to the floor. The villain glared up at them, clutching their stomach.

“You know I was letting you enjoy your little choking game that you like to do every time, but I think it’s time I show you who’s in charge, sweetheart.” The hero smiled, squatting down and lifting the villain’s chin up with the tip of their finger.

And the villain, despite themself, found it incredibly hot. They would be lying if they said they wouldn’t lose every time just to hear the hero say those same words.

Prompt #65

“You can’t be serious right? You want to fight me just because I took down your favorite bakery shop?!” The villain exclaimed in disbelief, their jaw wide open.

The hero didn’t falter, frowning with their eyebrows and lips. “It had the best banana bread! You can’t just do that and not expect me to come find your ass!” The hero said, defensively.

The villain couldn’t help but find it cute, as they let out a laugh. “How about I promise to buy you the best bakery shop in the world?”

The hero took a step forward. “It doesn’t matter. I want the one that you destroyed.”

“I didn’t know.” The villain sighed, feeling like a helpless parent that had thrown an old toy of their child away, and now the child wanted it back.

The hero jabbed their finger to the villain’s chest, squinting their eyes. “You pay the owner to build it back, and I won’t fight you.” They demanded, staring daggers into the villain’s eyes.

“Fine.” The villain mumbled, after thinking for a second.

“Fine?” The hero questioned, not being able to believe the villain’s words.

The villain nodded. “Yes, fine.”

“You promise?” The hero asked, smiling slightly, as their hand smoothed over the villain’s chest.

“Yes, I promise, hero.” The villain smiled reluctantly as well.

And they indeed did help the owner rebuild the shop, an even bigger one just to see that gleaming smile on the hero’s face when they suggested it.

Oh, and they also had many dates in the shop.