Snippet #13

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 #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.

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 #69

By @writingpromptsworld

“Oh, come on, you can’t be putting handcuffs on me right after we had our first kiss!” The villain whined, struggling against the metal bracelets.

The hero tightened their grip on the villain’s wrists. “Only a distraction, sweetheart.” They chuckled.

The villain rolled their eyes, scoffing. “Don’t lie. I know you liked it.” They clenched their jaw, feeling a little worked up.

“Maybe.” The hero smirked teasingly.

The villain groaned. They were so fucked. They tried again. “Not even a little?” They asked in a quieter voice, aiming to get even a bit of the hero’s soft side. But, really, they wanted to know.

The hero grinned, seeing through their words. They shrugged, not giving anything away, the grin only widening on their lips.

The villain huffed, as they were gently pushed into the back of the hero’s car. “You’re so cruel.” They mumbled, slightly pouting.

The hero got in and winked, charming as always, and took off.

Prompt #17

“I guess I never meant anything to you in the end.” The villain swallowed the last bit of his beer. He appeared a bit tipsy as he stood up, and went to where the hero was sat.

The villain stumbled forward and kneeled down in front of the hero. “Please. Just please, tell…tell me why you did this. Why you-you…loved me and then decided to shatter my heart like this. Please.” He said, his face filled with raw emotion. Anguished. Bewildered.

The hero swallowed, "I...-I had to do this to save you. To save us. They found out about this, and I had to lie. What else could I do, my love?" His heart ached with painful sharp jaws gnawing every inch of it. If only the other would understand him.

"Don't! Don't fucking call me that. Not after what you've done." The villain growled, his eyes filling with harsh tears as he stood up and swat them away harshly. The hero went to grab him by his wrist, and the villain pulled back sharply.

The hero's eyes filled with tears. This was not supposed to happen, he thought. "Please, listen to me." He said, voice trembling. The villain turned out, his eyes red.

"What is there to listen to, after all this?" He asked, voice rough. He refused to look at the hero, for he was afraid he would fully break down. The hero came close, forcing his face towards him. He put their foreheads together, leaning on each other.

"We can make this work. We still have enough time to run away. I'm sorry I told them about this, but...but we can make this work, yeah?" He said, gulping. His throat felt dry from all the crying. The villain hugged him and wept. The hero doing the same.

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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 #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 #30

The villain groans as the hero puts some ointment on to the wound that currently sits on his forehead. A hiss follows closely. The hero grins. "You shouldn't have been so cocky, earlier. This is the result of it."

"I was only trying to save you, okay?!" The villain cried, his open injury hurting even more. He cursed. His head throbbed with pain. He had no clue why such a small thing could cause so much distress. The hero dabbed more of the liquid, before taking a band-aid and putting it on the spot.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure, big boy. You saved me but got injured yourself." The hero muttered, placing the small box of first-aid back on the table that sat in front of them.

"If only you didn't shove yourself in that bastard's face, I would have stayed calm." The villain said back, sitting up from the bed. His face showed a hint of irritation. and, he scoffed.

"I didn't shove myself in that bastard's face, he shoved himself in my face. And anyway, it wasn't that serious. I could have taken him down with one hit." The hero remarked, appearing quite proud of himself.

"Okay. Okay. Enough of that dead man. Let's have dinner, yeah? I'm starving, darling." The villain replied, placing a small kiss on the hero's cheek, and standing up. The hero followed, as he back-hugged the villain and kissed his exposed neck.

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Prompt #29

“Tell me you love me, please”, the hero’s breath hitched as he clutched on the villain. His eyes swelling with salty tears. He longed to hear it, on the verge of death. The confession of love.

“I wish I knew how to lie to you. But, I don’t.” The villain voiced back, and shook his head. The hero cried and cried until silent enveloped them. Until there was nothing left of the hero, but his shattered heart in the growing darkness.

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Prompt #33

CW: implied sexual content

"She was checking you out." The hero pressed his body flush against the villain's. The villain bit his lip and then licked it. The hero followed the movement with his eyes.

"I-...are you jealous?" The villain asked, swallowing. This felt thrilling, but surely dangerous with the way the hero wouldn't let him go the moment that girl left them alone. The backstreet was grave, with nothing but the loud music coming from the club that was placed behind it.

"So what if I am? You're mine, no one's allowed to look at you that way but me." The hero growled, and it went straight to the villain's...let's just say his body reacted in a way that the hero must've felt. "Oh, this is turning you on, is it. You like it when I'm possessive, don't you?" His body rubbed against the villain's, and the villain let out a low groan that was something close to an illicit sound. The hero smirked, and the villain knew they were going to be up all night.

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