Prompt #83

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(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.

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Prompt #60

(Drunk hero👀)

“So…then, I told the superhero that I can’t not go. Because…” The hero slurred, trailing off as their eyes felt drowsy. Their hand was slowly falling down from the villain’s couch they were splayed out on, their legs dangling on the edge.

The villain hummed, nodding their head as if they were listening intently as they filled up an injection with a yellow looking drug. The hero groaned. “Because what?” They prompted, as they knelt down beside the hero, the cotton swab in their right hand, softly rubbing the skin on the hero’s arm. The hero’s eyes lazily drifted to the villain’s, the gentle smile the villain offered in the moment was cruel considering what they were doing. But, the hero smiled back, they could barely make out the villain’s face, let alone the syringe in their hands.

“Because…you were going to be there.” The hero finished, their eyes closed. A knowing tone and the widening smile gave away what they were feeling. The villain’s movement on the hero’s arm halted. Their eyes turned to the hero’s face, but the hero was already in deep slumber.

The villain contemplated on what to do. They couldn’t move after what the hero said. How could they just say that?! Surely, it was only because the hero was drunk. They didn’t feel that way about the villain right? The villain’s heartbeat increased, and they took a deep breath to calm themself. They lowered the syringe and put it away on the table placed by their side.

They stood up, and grabbed a blanket to cover the hero. They couldn’t do this, not today. Little did they know, that when they are slept away in their room in the morning, the hero wakes up and sees the syringe. Full. A small cotton ball thrown to the side.

Confusion, but most of all, a kind of fury settles in at the thought that they could ever have trusted the villain. They grab their weapon and walk to the closed room, in which inside the villain is tucked away, unbeknownst to the hero's growing rage.

Prompt #11

“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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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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Prompt #7

The prince gulped, as he bent on his knees in front of the villain. "What do you want?" He whispered, tears pricking out of his eyes. His family lies dead around him.

The villain smirked, "You. I want you." The prince looked up, with his lifeless eyes.

"No. Never. Just kill me, I'd rather die." The prince breathed, his voice hoarse. His throat was sore. He ached with pain.

The villain's smirk faded. He raised one of his eyebrows. "Perhaps-", He began but stopped mid-sentence, frowning at the prince.

The prince swiftly stood up, glancing around like he was trying to find something. As a matter of fact, he was. His eyes landed on his father. His father lay silent, a sword thrust through his stomach.

He walked to the body, took out the sword, and without a second thought, stabbed it in his abdomen. The villain gaped.

Blood oozed out of the prince's figure, as he collapsed onto the ground, joining his family.

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Prompt #79

It was almost three a.m. when the hero’s phone rang. They groaned loudly before reaching across the night table, and fetching it. They had no idea who could be calling right now, and honestly, they couldn’t give a shit. Because, they had come home around two in the morning and went straight to bed, exhausted and bone-tired.

They brought the phone to their ears anyway, without checking the caller ID. “Hello?”

“I miss you.” Were the words spoken in an almost a slur of a tone. The hero’s mind seemed to not process the words for a moment.

“What?” They asked.

“I miss you.” The person repeated a little more loudly. And the hero made out who it was. The villain.

“I—what?”

The villain whined, and a slump could be heard, followed by a grumble from them. “I miss you, hero.” They draw out, and from their voice, the hero could make out that the villain was drunk.

The hero pressed their lips. “Do you know what time it is? Where are you? Are you drunk?” They questioned, sitting up.

“I’m home…I think.” The villain slurred, and then sighed. “Are you home?” They asked dumbly.

The hero frowned. “Of course I’m home.”

“Can you come to me? I wanna see you.” They mumbled, and even though the hero couldn’t see them, they could imagine the villain was pouting.

The hero sighed. “Stay where you are. I’m coming.”

“Okay...can you stay on the phone?” The villain asked.

The hero got out of their bed, “No. I’ll be driving. But I’ll be there in no time.”

The villain grumbled something under their breath about hero being all goody two shoes and never breaking the laws before hanging up.

When the hero got there, the villain was sleeping peacefully, and they got in bed with them, the villain instantly cuddling up to them.

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 #73

By @writingpromptsworld

Somehow the villain had found their location, and now they were here.

“You look pretty.” The villain smirked, their hands tied behind their back, as they take a couple steps forward, the sound echoing in the expensive hotel room.

The hero stopped their fisted hand in air, their eyes widening slightly. They blinked a few times, it was dark, the room barely illuminated by the city lights outside.

“What?” They ask, freezing. The villain chuckled, and the sound wasn’t from the front anymore. It was oddly close, and right in their ears. The hero stiffened. A trick.

The villain put their hand around their waist, brining them in close. “You always forget the fact that I can see in the dark.” They grinned, whispering.

The hero’s breath hitched, but before they could speak up, the villain had already injected something in their neck that made them dizzy, and they fainted.

The villain sighed, gently carrying the body in a bridal style and fleeing to their house.

The hero was theirs, and they should know they can’t escape forever.

Prompt #8

The hero is on a mission to make the villain fall in love with him, and find out about the villain’s plans. The only problem? Instead of the villain, the hero falls in love. And, the villain knows their identity.

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Prompt #26

"You're addicting. Just like my morning coffee. You awaken every molecule in my body, every time I consume you." The villain breathed against the hero's lips, capturing them again. And then, grinning.

The hero invaded the villain's mouth with their tongue, rolling it all around his mouth. They brought them closer by their waist. Their thin waist, that the hero just wanted to mark it all over. They pulled away, to let both of them draw breath. "Am I, now?" They asked.

"Unfortunately, I don't get to consume you every morning." The villain replied. Their eyes spotted the exposed collar bones of the hero, from the very low v-cut button-up shirt they were wearing. And, they felt the urge to mark it. The hero smiled, licking their lips.

"Someday, that will happen. Okay?" The hero said, sighing.

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