Prompt #48

Prompt #72

“Let’s not fight today, let’s chill.” The hero had said an hour ago, and the villain was puzzled. Baffled, more so. But they agreed to do exactly that.

Now they were sitting in the villain’s apartment, playing video games that the hero was great at for reasons the villain did not know. They were too shocked, their mouth agape.

How could the hero be good at physical combat and digital combat? “Is this what you meant by not fighting? This?” The villain scowled, raking a hand through their hair frustratedly. They kept loosing. Damn it.

“Was in the mood to show off a little.” The hero grinned, throwing them a thumbs up.

The villain groaned, taking deep breaths to calm themself. They took a sip of their drink. “One more round.”

The hero laughed. “You’ll still loose.”

“Shut up.” The villain grumbled, secretly enjoying the way the hero was teasing them.

Snippet #3

The villain came forward, slow and unwavering. A mask was plastered on his face, but it failed to disguise his face completely. The hero recognized him immediately.

The ballroom echoed with music all around. People laughed and danced with joy spilling out of them. Each one of them was dressed in fancy gowns and suits. Everyone was having fun, except the hero.

Damn this mission, the hero thought.

The villain let on an almost sweet smile as he reached close to the hero. "May I have the pleasure of dancing with you, handsome?" The hero's heartbeat rose. Suffocating him, the room was.

The hero glanced around, begging for someone to come for him and stop this from happening. No one came. He hesitated, before giving his hand to the villain and letting him guide him.

The villain led him to the dance floor, and let his hands fall to the hero's waist. The hero felt himself doing the same.

"You know, the mask doesn't help in hiding your pretty face." The villain whispered in the hero's ears. His hands tightening around the hero's waist.

"I never meant to." The hero returned, suddenly confidence. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right, he thought, as he squeezed the villain's waist back.

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Prompt #9

The villain has a crush on the hero. He's in denial, until the hero finds out and uses it to his advantage.

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Prompt #64

“You know you really shouldn’t have fallen in love, especially with a hero.” The hero said, pressing the dagger deeper into the villain’s stomach, attaching their foreheads, with a sad smile and tears running down their face.

The villain let out a shaky breath. “Forgive me for loving you, then.” They said, before collapsing on the ground as the hero let go of them. They gave the hero a trembling smile as their eyes closed. Forever.

Prompt #66

By @writingpromptsworld

“What if I told you that I loved you to the moon and back?” The villain asked with a cheeky grin. Their hand gently carded through the hero’s hair, massaging the scalp gently.

The hero chuckled lowly, putting down the book they were reading. “I’d say you’re a sap. Which is not a good combination along with being a villain.”

The villain smirked, snorting. “Oh yeah? Then why did you agree to marry me when I said that exact same line to propose you?”

“Because you were proposing me in front of the whole city. It’d embarrassing to reject you. I did it to save my reputation.” The hero sighed.

“So you admit it was a good line?” The villain questioned, perking their eyebrows up with a laugh as they lean down to give a kiss on the hero’s forehead.

“Yeah, yeah. You got me all wooed.” The hero admitted with a smile, bringing the villain’s hand down to their mouth to smooch it.

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.

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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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.

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 #81

It's not every day that the hero has a day off, so when they do get one, they decide to spend it by going on a blind date.

The moment they arrive outside the restaurant, though, their heart starts beating loudly. They tell themself it was most likely because they hadn't been on a date in years, and not because they knew it was also the villain's day off and couldn't help but think if they were the heroes-

No, that couldn't be. Ridiculous, they thought, shaking their head.

After parking their car, where they saw the same car that was identical to the villain's, they again told themself that it was just a coincidence. Surely, the villain couldn't be their blind date. Maybe someone just really liked the same designer car as the villain.

They walked inside, nervous but excited. Their date hadn't arrived yet, so the hero sat down at the table they had booked, anxiously looking around.

"Are you kidding me? You're my blind date?" A voice spoke up from behind them and the hero's heartbeat picked up again. Villain. What the-

The hero's head snapped to the left and they saw the villain in -God forbid- one of the best outfits they had ever worn. They stared at each other for a second and then stood up abruptly.

"Well..." The hero coughed. "What a surprise." They said, blushing slightly.

The villain rolled their eyes, raising a thick brow. "Yes. And not so pleasant one." They snorted. The hero's face reddened. The villain sat down in the chair opposite them.

The hero frowned in confusion. The villain just picked up the menu. "I'm not going to leave just because you're my date. I'm hungry, might as well order something." They said, glancing up. "Sit down already, and stop ogling me."

The hero felt as if their face was going to explode any second in embarrassment, but they sat down, trying to hide the growing smile on their face.

The date lasted longer than they expected. The villain didn't leave even after they were done eating, instead, they offered to pay for the dessert. And the hero couldn't be happier their blind date was the villain.