By @writingpromptsworld
A forming of thoughts seethed into the hero’s head, whilst he watched the villain flirt with their sidekick. Perhaps, a feeling that he wasn't quite ready to name it yet. An emotion that he so long ago buried inside of him that was menacing to rise again. He watched as his sidekick blushed, hearing the villain's words. What words, the hero didn't want to know.
When he first arrived at the location, he didn't expect their sidekick to be with the villain. But now what? The sidekick is with the villain, what was he to make of that? Was the sidekick betraying him? He shook his head, trying to get it out of his head, even though he failed to do so miserably. He was hiding behind a building, watching the villain and the sidekick still talking about something without a care in the world. He decided to slowly move out from where he was hiding, and just face him.
The villain and the sidekick didn't notice the hero until he was literally in front of them, with a gun in his hand pointed at them.
"What the hell are you doing here?" The hero sneered. The sidekick's eyes widened, as the villain looked between them.
"Listen, it's not as it seems, okay?" The sidekick attempted to say, the hero advanced towards him, slowly. Almost like a predator.
"Oh, yeah? I knew you'd betray the company. That you'd betray me-"
"I was just-", The villain cut him off, as he too, daringly walked to the hero.
"He's here on my request." The villain murmured, his voice deep. The hero hated himself for shuddering at it. He kept his hands steady around the gun, but he didn't know if he could do it much longer, because the way the villain was watching closely while walking toward him, made him want to go weak on his knees. A beast awakening inside of him, wanting more. His breath halted, when the villain took the gun out of his hand, tossing it aside, carelessly. "You're not as mighty as you think, hero."
The sidekick stood where he was, stunned.
The villain's scent was so strong, the hero had to move his face away. The other continued, "You know, your sidekick is too loyal to you, he deserves more appreciation rather than your doubt. He'd never betray you, from what I've learned over the past few years fighting you both."
"You don't know him." The hero willed himself to say.
"Well, clearly, you don't either." The villain threw back, arching an eyebrow at the hero.
"It doesn't matter. He-,"
"Look, he came on my request to the superhero. You can ask him, to confirm it. Now, be a good boy and apologize to the sidekick, yeah?" The hero stubbornly glanced away, silent. If someone needed to apologize, it was the sidekick, not him. He should've told the hero about this beforehand, shouldn't he? He scoffed, shuffling his feet to the sidekick.
"You don't have to. It was kind of my fault, too. Should've informed you about this." The sidekick muttered, a little sheepishly. The hero exhaled.
"I'm sorry, still. Sorry for doubting you." The hero said, the sidekick smiled a little and ruffled his hair. The hero bit his lip, shy all of a sudden. The sidekick knew just the right buttons to push to make the hero all coy and whatnot. The villain stood there, smiling.
The real reason the villain had summoned the sidekick was to discuss the hero's birthday party, which the villain planned to throw at his house, but the hero didn't need to know that. At least, not before his birthday.
"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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“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.
The sidekick is in love with the villain and hero, but they don't know. Nor do they show any sign of liking the sidekick back. In fact, the sidekick has to suppress their feeling of jealousy, every time the villain flirts with the hero, and the hero flirts back. His heart ached every time at the sight. The sidekick can do nothing but watch them. He keeps a journal, that he writes in every day.
One day, the villain and the hero find the journal.
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"Are you okay?" The hero questioned, breathless. They moved closer to the villain.
"No. I'm not okay. Do you think a person would be 'okay' after they've been hit on their head with a freaking pan?" The villain retorted, their hands moving to their head. A little bump was forming, and he cursed.
"I didn't know it was you, alright? It's not my fault that you decided to invade in my house at 3:00 in the morning." The hero grumbled, annoyance apparent in their frowned face.
"I came to give you your bracelet that you left behind, while you were wrestling me on that damned rooftop. Now, whose fault is that, huh?" The villain remarked, taking out the said object out of their back pocket, and placing it in the hero's hand.
"Oh, umm. Sorry. And, thank you." The hero said, sheepish. A slow smile formed on their face. They glowed beneath the moonlight, and it was the most beautiful sight for the villain.
The villain scoffed and looked away. They wouldn't admit it, but they only came to see the smile on the hero's face, and of course, to return that bracelet.
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.
“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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“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.
(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.
(Late night working)
"Do you see where I'm going with this plan?" The hero pondered, moving his hands across the laid-out map of the city.
"Yeah, definitely." The villain reacted, nodding his head. The hero frowned.
"Revise the plan for me, then." The hero emphasized, tilting his head at the villain and waiting for the answer.
The villain faltered, "I-..." How was he to say anything when he'd been doing nothing but staring at the hero for the past half an hour? He couldn't pay attention when the man sitting in front of him was dressed in a suit with his top two shirt buttons undone, revealing his collarbones. He gulped, and glanced at the hero who was waiting patiently.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." The villain said, combing his hair. The hero stood up and walked to the kitchen to make himself a coffee. The villain did the same. He hugged the hero from behind, nuzzling his face into the other's neck. The hero visibly relaxed, as he waited for the coffee to brew.
"It's fine, I know we're both tired. It's been a long day." The hero mumbled, pouring the coffee into a Christmas-themed cup and turning to look at the villain.
“I’m still sorry though.” The villain sighed, and kissed him. The hero kissed him back, eagerly.
The coffee went unattended for the duration of the whole night, whilst the hero and the villain cuddled on the couch and slept away.
The hero wakes up one morning, and the first thing he does is call the villain, to tell him that he misses him. Except, the villain is not the one picking up the phone. Instead, the hero hears the voice of his partner. The hero’s partner. They’ve found the villain.
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