Prompt #71

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 #8

"Well, well, well. Look who's here, everyone. My favorite villain." The supervillain said, coming forward. His eyes were wide with excitement, his voice even more. He opened his arms to hug the villain, but the villain swatted them away sternly. And, the supervillain frowned.

"I heard you have my boyfriend locked up." The villain spat, scowling. The supervillain perked his eyebrows, smirking.

"I didn't know Hero was your boyfriend." The supervillain laughed, somewhat delighted. He turned around and started walking. The villain followed, still scowling.

"Let him go, or else..." The villain began, a dangerous tone to his voice. The supervillain stopped in his tracks and spun around.

"Or else?"

"Or else, you won't see the rising sun tomorrow." The villain growled, and yanked the supervillain by his collar, pressing him against the nearest wall. The supervillain shook his head, smiling dumbly.

"You see, I mean no harm to your boyfriend or you, for that matter. Now, let me go." He demanded sternly. The villain didn't even budge.

"First of all, tell him where he is. I do not care if you meant any harm or not, you have him tied up regardless. That's a crime in my book, no one is allowed to touch him but me." The villain hurled and dug his fingers into the supervillain's neck. The supervillain wrapped his hand around the other's wrist and forced him to let him go.

"Fine, fine. We've known each other for years now, and you still act like I'm a threat." The supervillain grumbled, moving to straighten his shirt. The villain just scoffed. "Follow me."

When they reached the end of the corridor, the supervillain glanced at the villain. "I don't have him tied up, just so you know." An almost hurt expression caressed his features, and the villain wanted to laugh. When the villain opened the door, he saw the hero sitting in a lavish chair, drinking wine from a fancy cup, and laughing at something the supervillain's sidekick was saying. He frowned. The hero looked him up and down and stood up.

"I thought you were fucking kidnapped!" The villain exclaimed, going to the hero, and hugging him tightly. The hero, stunned, hugged him back.

"No, the supervillain wanted to hang out. Who told you I was kidnapped?" The hero asked, his eyes going to the supervillain, who shrugged in return.

"Your sidekick!" The villain cried, and the hero laughed.

"Oh, he was just joking, babe." The hero kissed him.

"I'm going to kill that bastard." The villain said, embarrassingly.

Prompt #28

The villain is watering their plants, when a car arrives on the pave way to their left. Their neighbor. They rarely sees them. In fact, for the three years since they’ve been there, they’ve never seen their neighbor’s face. They felt intrigued at the sudden appearance of the car.

The car came to a halt, as a cool breeze passed by. The villain shuddered, pulling on the hood of their jacket. They felt shivers run down their back. As if that wasn’t enough, they felt even more shivers with their face opening in shock. The “unknown” neighbor-who was no longer unknown-came out of the shadows. It was none other than the hero themself.

The hero’s eyes were plastered on the ground as their hands were packed in their jeans pockets. They didn’t even bother to look up.

The villain decided to speak up after, for god knows how long. “Hey!” They shouted. The hero glanced up, and their eyes widened.

“What are you doing here?!” The hero shouted back, their feet halted to a stop.

“I’m your neighbor.” The villain grinned as they stepped out of the patio of their house. They jogged to the hero, and reached out their hand. The hero raised a brow.

“Can we not pretend that we didn’t fight just this morning?” The hero asked, their voice hoarse. Scratched almost. The villain frowned.

“Are you okay? You seem tired. Did I went too harsh on you this morning?” The villain questioned instead, their hands moving to check the hero’s forehead, in case they had a fever. They doesn’t think they did. They didn’t fight much. Physically, anyway. It was more of a verbal back and forth. And then, some pinning and pushing. The hero swatted at their hand.

“Don’t. I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.” The hero said, their voice firm. The cold cut through their voice, and the villain felt the harsh wind of it.

“I was just trying to…see if you needed help.” The villain replied, feeling hurt. Their hands shook slightly, as they forcefully brought them down by their side.

The hero shook their head. “I don’t need your help. Thanks.” They moved their feet to the door of their house, and soon went inside without sparing a glance at the villain.

The villain frowned and went back to their house, their hand still feeling the touch of the hero’s hand swatting at it.



Snippet #12

The hero blinked, trying to clear their vision. And, when they did, they saw the villain. Sitting tall, their arms mindlessly playing with a steel chain. The villain looked up.

“Oh, you’re awake.” The villain said, cocking their head to the right, measuring up the hero. “I thought you’d never wake up again, silly me.” They chuckled.

“Where am I?” The hero asked, perplexed. They attempted to move their head around but it hurt. Everything hurt. Moving hurt even more. They coughed a little.

“You’re…well, I can’t exactly tell you, you see. What I can tell you is that you’re safe here. With me.” The villain murmured, standing up from the chair they were sitting in and walking to the hero, who slowly awakened more and more. The villain strolled to them and sat down on the bed besides the hero.

“And, how do I know I’m safe? With you of all people?” The hero’s pained voice cut through the cold air, and the villain subtly shivered.

“I haven’t hurt you anywhere, have I?” The villain said, raising their eyebrows. The hero sat up and checked their face and body for any signs of harm. But there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. How?

“Why am I here, then? Did you kidnap me?” The hero squinted, their mouth turned into a frown.

“No, no.” The villain loudly laughed as if this was all a joke to them. “We were fighting and when I was about to strike you, you fainted on me. Literally in my arms.” They said, with a little smile.

The hero’s face went red, embarrassment coursing though their entire face. They nervously scoffed. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not. Unfortunately. I really wanted to win with that strike, but then you just went off on me.” The villain pouted, and the hero, god forbid, thought it was cute. They shook their head, this wasn’t the time. They needed to get back to their agency as soon as possible.

“Look, thank you for “saving” me. But like, I really need to go now.” The hero muttered, moving their legs to stand up. The villain protested, but they didn’t listen, and just as they stood up, they fell on the floor on their knees.

The hero frowned and then groaned, unknown weakness making them dizzy. "Did you...drug me?" They asked.

The villain came behind them and helped to get them on their feet. "No, I gave you some meds. But you're still dizzy, which means you need food and water in your system." They guided the hero to the bed again, and sat them down. "I'll be back with some food, and some water for you. Stay here. Don't move, okay?"

The hero nodded, hesitantly. They felt confused, why was the villain being so nice? Why were they helping them? All kinds of questions formed in their head but before they could ask them the villain disappeared out of the room.

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 #44

The villainess meandered to where the heroine was tied to the chair, a cloth wrapped across her mouth, restricting her to even escape a sigh. The heroine struggled when she saw the villainess coming out from the shadows, making strangled noises. “What did I tell you, hmm?” The villainess murmured, lazily. She stopped advancing, and simply stood there, her hands in her pockets.

The heroine gazed up, her breath almost hitching. The lights above her making the villainess’s face glow, and she had to admit, it was a beautiful sight to see. She tore her eyes from the villainess and fixed it on the ground. “I told you to keep quiet, pin drop silent. Yet here you are, all over the place. So loud,” The villainess hissed , and the heroine shuddered. “Perhaps, we should find other creative ways to help you keep down?”

The villainess lowered herself to peek at the heroine’s face, and just now the heroine realized how close they were. A breath away, from colliding their foreheads. She backed away, scratching the chair across the floor, and turned away her head. The villainess raised her eyebrows, and with a swift motion, took out the cloth binding the heroine’s mouth.

“Let me go.” The heroine murmured, after taking a few deep breaths. Her face glinted with sweat, the room so hot it prickled her skin.

“What if I don’t want to? What if I say I want you to be here, be mine. Forever.” The villainess whispered, and maybe it was the light that was shining, but the heroine couldn’t help seeing a possessive sparkle in the other’s eyes. "What if I say I'm obsessed with you, and can't stop thinking about you every second of day and night?"

The heroine narrowed her eyes, surely, this was another of one villainesses' tactics to make her a flustered mess. A tease, like always. She sighed. This was going to be tough.

"When were you not obsessed with me? You've always been, but I can't-...we can't. We can't ever be together. It's near impossible." The heroine shook her head, her wrists aching from the tightness of the ropes. The villainess stood there for a moment, looking dazy, before moving her feet and untying the heroine.

"Go." The villainess said, her voice thick. She refused to meet the heroine's eyes. The heroine, who was confused, stared. "Go. Leave."

And so the heroine did, she ran as far away as her legs could take her without ever glancing back. Without ever thinking what they could have been, had she not ran away.

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Prompt #82(pt. 2)

(Y'all begged for a part 2, so here it is! Enjoy ;)

Part 1

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The villain huffed, their cheeks tinting a shade of red. They hoped it wasn’t noticeable to the hero. They were already feeling so embarrassed. “What do you know about being a villain.” They tried to sound annoyed.

The hero didn’t stop, though. They snorted, taking another step forward. “I was one, a long time ago.” The villain looked into their eyes; all they could see was honesty. 

“Right, sure. I believe that.” They babbled. How could the number one hero ever have been a villain? From what they could recall, the hero had endangered their life more than multiple times to save the civilians. 

The hero’s lips widened again, their eyes crinkling at the corners. It was hard not to stare at the hero. The villain licked their lips nervously. 

“You’re rather cute, you know that?” The hero teased further. 

The villain swallowed. “You–...what?” Their eyes widened, caught off guard. They were about to lose their cool and fall to their knees. It wasn’t fair– what the hero was doing. Using the villain’s inexperience to their advantage. 

“What? You are. First of all, you come in here, again,  sniffing my coat rather confidently. And lying about it–you’re not hard to read even in the dark. Then you ogle me shamelessly. I mean, how cute can you get, you know?” 

The villain let out an involuntary whine. 

The hero brought up a hand to the villain’s cheek, and the villain immediately nuzzled into it. “You should leave.” 

The villain didn’t move. 

“So desperate, it’s almost pathetic.” The hero mused, their thumb gently caressing the villain’s cheekbone. The villain sighed in response. 

The villain opened their eyes; their faces were a breath away. They stared at the hero's lips. The hero smirked, before closing the gap and kissing them.

The villain, in fact, stayed there the whole night.

Prompt #20

“Let me get your favorite pjs, and then we can nod off, yeah?” The villain whispered, as the hero moved closer to him in the wide bed they were lying on. He smiled a bit before, getting rolling out of the soft sheets carefully. Making sure to not disturb the hero in the process.

The villain came back in less than 3 minutes with the said pjs and nudged the hero’s cheek a bit to let him know he was going to change him. The hero draped himself on the villain, tired. He looked just like a little baby, the villain thought.

Soon, the hero was in his favorite pair of pjs, and the villain put him on the mattress softly with a hand wrapped around his head. The hero let out a small ‘I love you’, as he fell back to slumber. The villain gave him a cheek, muttering back “I love you too”.

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Prompt #57

(Tw: suicide)

It was silly, really. The villain thought. These cat and mouse games, chasing each other down with hunger in their eyes, and a mutual desire in their body craving for each other but never once spoken of. They hoped one day that they could have the hero to all themself, never sharing it to the world.

The hero laughed bitterly in their dimly lit office, hearing the other one’s thoughts in their mind, before slitting their wrists.

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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