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Prompt #75

By @writingpromptsworld

"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 #1

“What did you think? That you’d win? That you would have the control?” The villain murmured, way too close to the hero’s face. The hero stared with his mouth a gape open.

The villain smirked, “You’re staring at my lips, darling. Now, Wouldn’t you like to kiss me?”

The hero looked away, breathing heavily. The villain pressed their hands on the chains, tightening them. The hero moaned. “Fuck, don’t do that. Let me go. Please”. He let out.

“You know when you beg like that, I get weak.” The villain said, his hands retreating. He backed away from the hero.

The hero chuckled, laughed even. “You’re fucking insane.”

“I am. Thanks for confirming.” The villain sat down opposite the hero, his eyes wandering over the hero. They stared. The hero let on a wicked grin, scratching the chair across the pepper-powdered floor as they went close to the villain.

“You know, I would like to kiss you, even if to just shut your mouth up for a minute.” The hero muttered, lowly. The villain’s eyes fluttered, demeanor falling. Suddenly, they appeared vulnerable.

The villain huffed, “You wish.”

“So…no?” The hero asked, they moved their body a bit. Little did the villain know, the hero was entangling himself. And not long after, the hero succeded and stood up. Before the villain could do anything about it, the hero was pinning him down on the floor. His face frowned as the hero pressed his hand to his throat.

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Snippet #6

(Part 1…?)

“We used to be best friends,” The hero murmured, gazing out the window of their room. The moon shining so bright, they tore their eyes from it. The light shining through the glass, illuminating the whole place up. They sighed. “Perhaps, something more intimate that I refused to put a name on. We both refused to.”

“Dad, were you guys more than friends?” The hero’s child, a fourteen-year-old, asked them. Their eyes animated with wonder, their lips curved up a little. The hero chuckled, as they patted the teenager’s head.

“You should go to sleep now, hmm? It’s getting late.” The hero murmured, moving from the place they were standing and striding to where the other was sitting on the bed.

“Buttttttt, I have to know.” The fourteen-year-old whined, shaking their head as their parent picked them from the bed by their arm, in one sweep. “Where are they now? Do you know?” They asked again.

“No, I don’t know where he is right now, and nor do I wish to.” The hero said, eyes filling with suppressed sadness, their voice cracking. They tried to stay calm as memories of their college days came crushing in all at once, fogging their whole mind. Suddenly, they felt dizzy as they let go of the confused teenager’s arm, and sat down on the bed.

It was now or never. Every time they had this conversation, it would end with the hero staying silent the end, not wanting to bring up any reminders of the villain. They could not tell the younger one, that their best friend was none other than the most wanted criminal in the entire city. It would be too much, for both of them. Every time the assignment of finding the villain was assigned to him, they would always decline it. They couldn’t afford to meet the villain let alone, catch them. It would break them, unwillingly.

Yet, they couldn’t bury it all down again. Not when the kid was getting nothing but smarter every day, wiser. Mature. It felt wrong to hide their history any longer than they had been. So, they took a deep breath and let it all out. They told the fourteen-year-old everything that he had been wanting to, everything they didn’t tell anyone else, not even their ex-partner. Perhaps, that’s why when their partner felt that they weren't the one the hero was looking for, they decided to set them both free.

The teenager listened intently, asking their parent questions here and there. Frowning at various times, and laughing at others. It was a roller coaster of emotions, if you asked them.

“So…you still love them then?” They questioned, eyes brows raised.

The hero glanced away, wiping away the tears that unknowingly left out of their eyes, “I wish I could say no, but yes. Yes, I do love-," Before the hero could finish his sentence, there was a big thud from the kitchen. The teenager glanced at their dad, their eyes filled with surprise.

They both quickly but quietly made their way to the kitchen, the hero in the front, while their child trailed behind.

When they peeked out behind the wall of the kitchen, the hero's heart stopped. The villain stood there, appearing smug.

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.

Prompt #13

“I love you, too.” The villain told the hero, as he stabbed him in the stomach with a knife. The hero’s breath choked, as his eyes widened, and then closed little by little. The villain let out a cold exhale, as he did the same to himself.

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Prompt #50

"I told you not to listen to him, look where he's gotten us now, you-," The villain kept babbling on, and on. It was getting on the hero's nerves. The villain hadn't stopped talking since they were locked in this closet, and he was on the verge of snapping, and so he did.

"Shut up!" The hero half-yelled, and the villain narrowed his eyes. The hero harshly pushed him against the wall behind him. "Just shut up for once, will you?" The villain raised his hands above his head, and the hero let go.

"You didn't have to do that, you know? You could have asked me nicely." The villain muttered, a blush appearing on his cheeks, and he was glad for the darkness of the place. Glad that the hero couldn't see it.

"Sorry, I lost control." The hero said, embarrassingly. They went quiet for a moment, awkwardly standing a few feet away from each other. And then the villain spoke up, again.

"Or you could have, made me." The villain whispered, shyly. And, the hero shuffled.

"What?" The hero asked.

"You could have...made me shut up." The villain implied, and the hero's eyes widened. He raised his eyebrows.

"Did you want me to?" The hero pressed, a smirk making its way on his lips.

"Tch, you wish." The villain laughed, as he forcefully broke the door of the closet and ran. The hero cursed under his breath and ran after him.

Snippet #4

The villain’s sidekick hissed as he was thrown to the ground by the hero, pinning his wrists above his head. The villain grinned, coming out from the shadows that hid him. “What? Can’t even take that?” He said, still smiling. The sidekick scowled, trying to escape the hero’s tight grip on his wrists. The hero chuckled. 

“Get off of me!” The sidekick cried, groaning. Getting pinned by the villain daily was another thing, getting pinned by the hero was another. It awakens something inside him, unlike when he was with the villain. He’d gotten used to the villain doing that every time on their training grounds. He was baffled at how he managed to always get under the villain. The hero huffed, standing up. The villain came forward and offered a hand. He swatted away, frowning. 

“Aww come on, you weren’t that bad. Just need to improvise a little more, and you will be the one pinning me to the ground.” The hero said, winking. The villain nodded in agreement, moving close to the hero to give him a gentle punch on his shoulder. 

“Yeah, definitely. I still remember our sessions. I can teach him our ways.” The villain murmured, his voice low. He licked his lips, gazing at the hero. 

Meanwhile, the sidekick blushed furiously. ‘Was the hero even aware of what he was saying at this point? He must be, he thought. ‘And what the heck was the villain talking about?’ His head pondered on and on. 

“You just need a bit more training with me, and you’ll be ready to take on both of us.” The villain turned towards him, his eyes glinting with mischief. The sidekick knew that glint, the glint that made him almost fall to his knees. The villain was flirting with him and, he just wanted to run away. Because he knew, it wasn’t real. That both the hero and the villain were just being playful. But, god did he wish it was true. He knew he was a sidekick that didn’t matter. The sidekick that the world didn’t care for, not even bat an eye over. He sighed, getting up.

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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.

Prompt #68

By @writingpromptsworld

“Do you think you look all high and mighty in that suit?” The villain asked, flashing their teeth teasingly.

The hero frowned, their lips turning down in the cutest way. “Well, yes. That’s why…I wore it for tonight!”

The villain chuckled, their thumb coming up to caress the hero’s cheek. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

The hero blushed, swatting their hand away and glaring at the villain half-heartedly.

Snippet #2

"I'd like to believe you, but I don't know if I can." The hero uttered, the villain stood with their back facing them. They let their eyes stroll over the villain's shadowed body. The sun beamed on the villain, making them glow.

"It's okay. You don't have to. No one does. No one did." The villain replied. And, even though the hero couldn't see their face, they knew it was heartbroken. The villain was heartbroken, they could feel it. They longed to just hold them, but they can't.

The hero was restrained by the bindings of their mission. The mission? Manipulate the villain. Find all their weaknesses to use against them. Cruel. That's what they felt when they first entered the villain's huge mansion. It was evening. The sun was bidding its final goodbye, with the sharp sunrays.

The hero took a deep breath to steady their pounding heart. The villain turned around abruptly and shifted their feet towards them. They came so close, the hero thought they would kiss them. But what came was the gentle touch of the villain's fingers on their cheek. A soft graze of the other's hand, and they sighed.

The hero leaned to the touch, involuntarily. They couldn't stop themself for wanting more of it. "You know, I've always believed you. Believed in your strength to fight me, and win. It's almost a defeat on my part to admit it." The villain murmured, their hands moving down to the hero's jaw. The hero let it.

"You don't need to. Don't have to. I've lost more than won. With you, anyways." The hero muttered back, their voice so low. So mellow. They wished that the both of them would stay like this. Never pull apart, but of course, that wasn't going to happen.

"You've won me." The villain whispered. The distance between them allowed even the slightest noise to be heard, the villain didn't need to be loud. The hero shuddered, their heartbeat picked up again. They looked the villain in the eye, and found them staring right back.

The villain moved closer, hesitant. The hero closed the gap between them and brought their lips together. They cursed internally to the mission, the damned government, his duties, and his job. However, most of all, they cursed himself for losing control. But who were they to deny love? No one. Not anymore.