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Prompt #12

"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.

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 #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 #62

(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.

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 #82(pt. 2)

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

Part 1

By @writingpromptsworld

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 #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 #39

Cw: Drug use

The villain's head throbbed with pain, as they willed themself to sit up. The room was dark, with barely any light. A tiny ray of shine was coming from the window on the right, and they exhaled. Before they could figure out where they were, footsteps echoed in the room, nearing them in the passing seconds.

"Finally awake, are we?" The person spoke, the all-too-familiar voice. The villain recognized it almost immediately but still had difficulty making out what the other was saying. They blinked a few times to make his eyes focus, and brain, work. However, to their veil, it didn't work. Not really.

"Where am I?" The villain whispered into the dark, their throat so dry, it felt like he had just swallowed a handful of sand. A scared feeling crawled up their spine, raising goosebumps in its wake. The hero's voice frightening them, making them feel so small.

"You're in my office. I'm supposed to hold you hostage, until the morning." The hero uttered lazily. Unaware of how the villain's body was shaking, crawling itself in. They forced themself to say something.

"I-...I don't understand." The villain said, gulping.

"I drugged you and then brought you here. Now, do you understand?" The hero asked, an irritated edge accompanying their words. The villain closed in on themself even more and nodded in the pitch black. They blamed themself for ever believing the hero and they had anything going on between them. Clearly not.

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.

Asking for a lil enemies with benefits and lots of pining

This turned out better than I expected :)

Request #1

The hero put on his shirt, and then his pants. When he was done, he glanced up to see the villain leaning against the room's door frame. Already dressed. "Make sure no one knows about this. I can't afford to lose my job and my reputation." The hero said. The villain raised his eyebrows. His eyes were dull.

"Of course. You can't have anyone knowing you sleep with a cheap villain. Wouldn't look good on you." The villain murmured, his voice small. A bitter edge to it. His heart ached. It was easy to ignore it at first, but lately, it's been getting to him. The yearning for the hero, the need to protect him, the urge to tell the hero that he wanted more than whatever they had going on.

But, who was he to say those things? A mere toy for the hero to come to when he was desired. Nothing more. Nothing less. And, maybe that's the reason he wanted the hero to be his and no one else's. He couldn't turn a blind eye to the way the hero's touch lingered on an area of his body for too long. The way the hero would kiss him tenderly, after. It made him question things. Made him fall in love with the hero beyond what felt exceptional. Obsessively so, one might say.

The hero shrugged, "It's not about you or me. It's about the people. I can't go and tell the world, that I'm fucking the enemy. It would put both of us in a tight spot." He came forward, tugged the villain close to him, and kissed him. A kiss too close to something that held meaning. The villain knew otherwise. The hero pulled back and smiled a little. His face held something like sadness, but the villain could be wrong. "They don't want us to be together. Because they know we'd be too powerful." And, the villain felt a little relief. Perhaps, because of the way the hero said it so easily. Or perhaps, that was how the hero confessed.