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Prompt #80
By @writingpromptsworld
Although the hero would argue that they weren’t stuck in a closet with the villain because of themself, another voice told otherwise. They had gotten both of them in this situation and now had no clue how to escape it.
The villain was awfully quiet after they both got shoved into the cramped place, their expression serious. The hero frowned to themself. They hadn't ever seen the villain like that, and when they looked closely, they could see the anxiousness written all over the villain's face.
"Uh...are you okay?" They asked tentatively, cautious as they took a step forward. The villain's face was slightly illuminated by the bulb that stood over their heads, the light dim.
The villain cleared their throat and neutralized their guise, nodding. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" They ask, scoffing, and then looking away. "Get us out of here already, you dingus."
The hero didn't believe them. They could tell when the villain was lying, they had been fighting for years, for god's sake. And right now, they were confident the villain was hiding something. They tilted their head. "Why don't you get us out of here? I'm sure you've been crammed in places like these in your missions, no?" They question instead.
The villain just scowled in response. "No, my plans are so eloquent that I don't need to hide in these hideous closets." They said, shifting uncomfortably. And the hero was quiet for a moment before realization dawned on them. The villain was claustrophobic and was trying to play it cool.
The hero observed them for a second and then spoke up. "We'll be fine." They said gently, trying to see how the villain would react. The villain looked at them, well, more like glared.
"Fuck, just get us out of here already." They mumbled, turning away.
The hero nodded. "I will," They said, understanding the villain were silently seeking help despite being their usually grumpy self. "Can you breathe for me?" They asked a while later.
The villain, still turned away, took a deep breath in reluctantly and then let it out a second later. They repeated it a few more times and then cursed under their breath. "Thanks." They grumbled.
The hero smiled to themself. "You're welcome, Villain."
Later, the hero decided that breaking down the door was the only way to get out of the closet they were in. Oh, and they scored a date.
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 #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.
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 #72
“Let’s not fight today, let’s chill.” The hero had said an hour ago, and the villain was puzzled. Baffled, more so. But they agreed to do exactly that.
Now they were sitting in the villain’s apartment, playing video games that the hero was great at for reasons the villain did not know. They were too shocked, their mouth agape.
How could the hero be good at physical combat and digital combat? “Is this what you meant by not fighting? This?” The villain scowled, raking a hand through their hair frustratedly. They kept loosing. Damn it.
“Was in the mood to show off a little.” The hero grinned, throwing them a thumbs up.
The villain groaned, taking deep breaths to calm themself. They took a sip of their drink. “One more round.”
The hero laughed. “You’ll still loose.”
“Shut up.” The villain grumbled, secretly enjoying the way the hero was teasing them.
Prompt #71
By @writingpromptsworld
When the hero finishes their training for the day, and comes home, they do not expect to see the villain sitting in the middle of their room, with a presumably champagne glass in their hand.
However, what was more strange was the fact that the villain had decorated the whole place for the hero’s happy birthday. But the decorations weren’t normal like balloons, banners, and…. Other decorations.
There were knives, and other weapons hanging around the room vaguely, yet somehow fashionably. There was a cake in the middle with the hero’s name, painted red, their name in a black font. And the villain sat, grinning.
The hero stood still for a second, taking it all in slowly. If it was anyone in the hero’s space, they would have been shocked. Horrified, perhaps. But the hero, the hero barely blinked an eye at it. They sighed. “Is this the birthday party I get for working hard all day?” They asked, setting down their backpack.
The villain chuckled. “If that was your way of saying ‘thank you’, I regret to inform you it's not the best way.” The hero perked an eyebrow, before sitting down opposite the villain.
“And why would I be thanking you for this?” The hero asked, motioning around the room in a ‘what the heck is this?’ tone.
The villain pouted, their full lips crunching into a perfect circle. “Now that’s not very nice. I worked very hard to find all of your hidden guns, and even the knives! Gosh the knives! Why do you not have a knife holder?” They mused, their brows frowning in concentration as if this was a serious thing they took great interest in.
The hero pursued their lips. They hadn’t eaten much all day, and the cake(however bloody it was designed to look) appeared as delicious as water in a dessert. Their stomach growled, and they glanced at the villain. The villain smiled sweetly.
“Let’s cut the cake! Happy birthday, my hero.” The ‘my’ was really unnecessary, the hero thought but let it go anyway.
They leaned forward and blew off the candles. The candles were all black. “Thank you.” They mumbled, feeling uneasy yet a sick kind of affection towards the villain for remembering their birthday and even throwing a party. No one had done it, not even their closest so-called colleagues.
They put on a smile. Not forced, but genuine. The villain smiled just as genuinely back. The hero devoured the cake, it was a chocolate cake, their favorite. And while eating, the villain spoke up. “Just because I did all this doesn’t mean I’m going soft on you during our fights, just so you know.” They licked their lips, a flirtatious grin spreading across their cream kissed lips.
The hero rolled their eyes with a smile. “Yeah, yeah. You’re a big baddie, who doesn’t have a heart and has a stone cold persona. Blah blah blah.”
The villain laughed, gazing at them with love filled eyes. The hero couldn’t ask for more for their birthday.
Prompt #70
By @writingpromptsworld
“What…so you’re just letting me escape? Just like that?” The villain questioned, suspiciously. Their eye narrowed slightly, examining the hero.
The hero shrugged, smiling. “You did say you’re not feeling too well, so I’ll let you off the hook for today.”
The villain stared in a little disbelief. “Oh…”
“What?” The hero questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re being oddly nice.” The villain mused, a confused frown crossing their features.
The hero chuckled. “I can’t fight you while you’re not at your best. It wouldn’t be fair.” They offered a sweet smile.
The villain’s heart beat in their chest, staring at the hero’s smiling face. They huffed, rolling their eyes. Goddamn it, they couldn’t understand why the hero was being so soft like this.
“So I can just leave then?” The villain asked again to make sure. The hero nodded, the smile still there.
The villain stared at them for a second, controlling the urge to kiss the smile off the hero’s face. They sighed.
They left after a lingering glance at the hero.
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 #68
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.
Prompt #67
By @writingpromptsworld
When the villain woke up, they did not expect to find themselves tied to a bed, their hands and legs binded. Their eyes shot out of their sockets, eyebrows frowning, as their hands twitched by their side to be let free. Panic. They could make out a patient gown that they were wearing for reasons unknown.
They struggled against the heavy metal chain that somehow seemed to wait more by the passing second. However, it wasn’t long before footsteps could be faintly heard coming towards them. Realization.
They held their breath, frozen, and their head throbbed in response. The hero. It was the hero, with a grin well too ingrained in the villain’s head, it was impossible to erase it.
They clenched their jaw at the sight of smiling teeth, and snatched at the chains again which in response tightened, and they let out a scream.
The hero shook their head with a sigh. “Don’t. Don’t try to be free of them, they’ll only strengthen in result.” They said.
The villain stayed silent for a moment, after stopping the fumbling around. They breathed heavily, looking at the hero. “Let me go.” They said, weakly, however the hero could detect the underline of threat they were trying to seep into their words. It didn’t work.
“No. I’m having way too much fun seeing you like this. Finally under my control.” The hero mused, smirking slightly.
“Let. Me. Go.” The villain repeated themself, clenching their jaw which increased the hammering of the headache.
The hero simply sighed again, as if in disappointment. They lightly treaded the ground until they were in front of the villain. “How about you stay still and wait until the scientists come, mhmm? They should be here any moment.”
The villain’s heart raced further, fear and confusion and anger filled their eyes, and they couldn’t help but grab at the chains again in order to espace. “What do you mean?” They asked, voice high but at the same time so afraid. And if it were anyone other than the hero, they wouldn’t have detected it. The hero did, however. And they took great pleasure in it.
“They’re going to experiment on you a little. See what goes in that little head of yours.” The hero smiled, delighted.
The villain’s anger only grew, and they tried to wrestle the chains again. It didn’t help, only made them cry out in sheer pain. They threw curses at the hero. Threats, promises to destroy the hero and the city, but it wasn’t enough. The hero had left by the time the villain was too tired to fight. And they had drifted off to sleep, more like fainted of dizziness.
The drugs did work, the hero pondered, walking out of the room.
Prompt #65
“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.
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 #61
If the hero was angry previously, they were furious now. They had gotten to the place where the villain had planned to fight them, on a rooftop of some burned looking building. It wasn’t what the villain went for usually, because in their opinion, it was more “fun” to damage the skyscrapers. But that’s not the reason the hero is mad. They are mad because the villain still hasn’t arrived. It has been two hours, almost three in less than 15 minutes. Honestly, where were they?!
They gazed at the empty sky that was darkening by the passing seconds. They were about to get off the floor, and leave, when they heard footsteps behind them. They stopped, their expression hardening as they frowned determinedly. They were going to make sure the villain knew that they didn’t have all day for them. They turned around, and their frowned fell just as quickly as it appeared as they saw the villain.
The villain was in no condition to fight, in fact, they looked like they might pass out the next minute. The hero’s eyes faltered and they quickly went to the villain’s side. The villain grimaced, their right hand clutching their left arm. They were breathing heavily, and the hero swore they could hear their heartbeat. Their eyebrows knitted in concern and confusion. “What happened?” They asked, willing the villain to sit down slowly. The villain winced at the uncomfortable movement, and sat down.
The villain could barely make out the words, as they whispered it: "Your fellow hero friends took the liberty of hunting me down, and beating me to death." They mumbled, the left side of their lip a little bruised, and pinkish red.
The hero's eyebrows pinched together in concentration. “Why didn’t you fight back?-” The hero started, tracing circles on the villain’s back in a gentle motion. The villain glared in response, their eyes like burning out fire, barely there, but the hero could see it. They flinched.
“Because I thought you’d come. I tried to fight back, I tried. But, then I couldn’t. And I waited and waited for you but you never came to save me.”
“I didn’t know.” The hero replied, now frowning in somewhat of a fury of their own. How could the villain blame them? They had done nothing wrong, they didn’t even know the villain was being tortured by those heroes.
“That’s not the point! You knew where my hideout was, you could have! Besides, how did the other heroes find me? Only you knew of my location…oh my god, please don’t tell me you gave them my location.” The villain’s furious face was now turning into one of a sad and terrified. The realization that the hero could have betrayed them makes them want to die right then and there. Of course, it was an assumption, but that made it all the worse. The fact that they could even think as far as that.
The hero’s eyes widened in disbelief that the villain could ever think of such a thing of them. They would never do that. “I would never. Why would I do that? I didn’t do it. I promise.” They said, softly.
The villain swallowed, and looked down. This was all getting to their head right now. The injuries, the wounds, the pain. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking…of course you wouldn’t.” They said, meeting the villain’s eyes again, but this time with more calmness and understanding.
The hero nodded slowly, even though the villain could trace hints of sadness in their eyes at the assumption the villain made. The villain gently cradled the hero’s cheek. “I’m so sorry.” They whispered again. The hero nodded, smiling slightly.
“Let’s get your injuries treated.” They said, and lifted the villain up in their arms.
Prompt #58
“Were they good?” The villain asked from where they were sitting behind their desk, their legs propped up on the desk. Their eyes held a fire, and the hero swallowed painfully.
“Who?” They asked, pretending not to know who the villain was referring to. But, they knew. The villain was asking about the date they brought home last night, but they had no idea how the villain found out. They had made sure to disable the cameras located around their house before they went out. So, how? How did the villain know?
“You know who I’m referring to.” The villain said, calmly. But there was a hint of venom behind it, a possessiveness trailing along. The hero frowned, looking away. “Tell me, were they good? As good as me?”
“How did you know-” The hero began, the villain cut them off with a curt shake of their head as they took their legs off the table and stood up. The walk was slow, and deliberate, making sure to put pressure into each step as they came and stood right in front of the hero.
“I know, sweetheart. But that’s not important. I asked you a question.” The villain said, their hand twitched and they brought to the hero’s cheeks.
The hero faltered. What was happening? The villain knew and they didn’t seem to be mad, like previous times when they would lash out at the hero and tell them that they belong to them and them alone. But this? This was unexpected. They took a deep breath, and then: “No.” They answered.
And as if the villain could detect it, they spoke up: “You’re a terrible liar, darling.” They said and smiled, almost sadly. The hero raised a nervous eyebrow.
“You know…I wish you were honest with me. But, it’s okay. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” The villain said, their hand stoping the grazing on the hero’s cheek and falling down. They turned around and sauntered to the set of knives they had, packed away, in a glass cabinet attached to the wall. The hero took in a sharp breath, realizing what the villain was implying.
“You didn’t-” They mumbled, clenching their jaw.
“I already have. I’ll let you say goodbye to the body if you want.” The villain said, examining a knife that had hints of blood left on it, evidence that what they were saying was true. The hero stayed silent. Because that’s what they did. They couldn’t do anything, they were bound to the villain. Whether they liked it or not.
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 #56
When villain broke into the hero’s agency, they didn’t expect to see their posters hanging on every wall of the hero’s office. Pictures from years ago, little drawings lay around on their desk, scraps of their clothes held in a frame like some kind of precious diamonds. It was ridiculous.
They knew to some extent that they and the hero had something between them. A strong pull, a powerful desire, holding them both together. Attached to each other like a delicate string. But what they hadn’t expected was this. This obsession. This mad, crazy obsession that they could feel radiating off the hero’s entire office. It was like the place held every part of the villain. From the smallest detail to the biggest one. They felt a kind of unease, perturbed.
They looked around through all the memories from the little objects splayed everywhere. From the newspapers that displayed their headshots to their over-the-years changing costumes. Everything was so admirable and terrifying at the same time.
There was a clicking of a door opening, and the villain froze in mid air, whilst they were holding up a ring that they remember losing the last time they had fought, which was months ago. They couldn’t believe how long it had been since they had seen the hero.
“Oh, look who’s here.” The hero chuckled, locking the door behind them and coming forward to where the villain was standing, their hands now putting down the ring back on the table.
“I was wondering where my ring went. So, it was here. You’re such a dirty little thief, aren’t you.” The villain murmured, leaning back on the said table. The hero raised their eyebrows.
“I wouldn’t call myself that. I saved it from the cliff where we were fighting and thought to give it back to you after, but unfortunately forgot.” The hero explained themself, as they crossed their hands in front of their chest before uncrossing them again and strolling to where the ring was placed. They picked it up and examined it carefully.
The villain scoffed. “So, you’re a liar too.”
“How so?” The hero asked, not taking their eyes off the ring.
“You’ve been collecting all these things of me like a psychopath. And, I’m supposed to be the crazy one here?” The villain rolled their eyes, moving their hand to take the ring back from the hero. But the hero just snatched it away, frowning.
“I haven’t been “collecting” them. I’ve been merely storing them for you.”
“Oh yeah? Sure. That’s what people say when they are caught, hero.” The villain muttered, moving their feet to the suit they used to wear two years ago. How did the hero even find that?
“Hmmm. No comment”. The hero replied, putting down the ring and coming to stand by the villain.
“Where did you find this suit?” The villain questioned, turning their head to the side to look the hero in their eyes.
“It was in your closet, I found it thrown on the floor like some garbage. I couldn’t believe it. It was and is my favorite costume that I liked the most on you. I had to take it in.” The hero went on, staring at the villain back. A blush adorned their cheeks.
The villain’s eyebrows arched. “You liked it on me the best?”
The hero nodded hesitantly.
“Huh. Interesting. What about those drawings? Are you gonna say you were bored and thought of sketching me, your enemy, to get rid of that boredom?” The villain dared, their body now facing the hero as they stared them down with an intensity in their eyes.
The hero shook their head, and looked down. Not able to hide how flustered they were. “No, no. It definitely wasn’t out of…boredom, so to say. I like drawing, and-and you have an attractive face that I could use as a reference.” They gulped.
The villain smirked. “Do I now? Do you really think I’m attractive, hero?”
The hero’s eyes widened as they lifted their head. “You know, for a well-known person like you; I didn’t think you would be such a hideous thing.” The villain continued, amused.
“I’m not a thing.” The hero said, simply. Their blush deepening, as they tried to move away from the villain. The villain grabbed their wrist and pulled them back. The hero hissed, the grip was tight. Perhaps a little too tight and the villain knew it, because they smiled a little before tutoring their head.
“You don’t care that I called you hideous, but that I called you a thing? Tch.” The villain snorted in what felt like a very disappointed manner to the hero.
The hero swallowed, as they tried again to snatch their wrist away but the villain’s hold on them was too strong. They felt weak, just like how they have been feeling for the past few weeks, thinking of the villain. They couldn’t stop thinking about them, it was like a musical record playing on repeat for hours on ends. It felt undefinable. They felt defeated. The force of the feelings that they had for the villain nearly crushing them.
The villain tugged them closer and brought their face closer to the hero's face and smirked. "Does someone have a little crush on me?"
The hero faltered. "W-what? No."
"You're red as a tomato. What else am I supposed to make of it if not the fact that you're clearly blushing?" The villain wondered, their unoccupied hand moving to the hero's face to brush back a strand of hair from their eyes. The hero flinched at the action, taking a step back even though they wished so hard to let the villain continue, this was no time to get lose in their feelings.
"I am not blushing. You should get your eyes checked." With that, they turned around and broke the moment. The villain raised their eyebrows but said nothing and soon enough, left.
The hero sighed.
Prompt #55
“Tch, stop being a coward and fight me, villain!” The hero grunted, their hands bound by ropes behind their back. Their legs also covered with ropes that they struggled to get out of.
“Hmmmm.” The villain started, standing up and walking slowly to where the hero was splayed on the ground. “You shouldn’t speak like that to a person who has full control over your life right now. They could take it any time they wished.”
The hero scoffed, a dirty noise in the air. And, looked up with a glare. “What you gonna do? Kill me with your silly little knife or strangle me to death? Pathetic.”
The villain frowned, and then chuckled. Their expression settling back to a calm one. They bent down to hero’s level. “Well, well, well. Aren’t you being a brat? Do I need to teach you how to talk to me?”
The hero half snorted and half laughed. “Oh, you’re going to teach me manners? The great scary villain? Gods have blessed me.”
The villain sighed. “Hero, the reason you’re here-no, we are here is because of you. You had a plan to kill me. But upon entering my secret hide-out, you find yourself instantly boomed into a trap. How very sad.”
The hero stared at him, speechless, because apparently that was true. They did indeed fall into a trap like a fucking kid who didn't know any better. They should've known about it. Predicted it. But, the bubbling excitement. The thrillness of it all had made their brain go frenzy. Never thinking about the possible obstacles of it all. They stayed silent.
The villain smiled, a mischievous smile. "With that said, I wouldn't mind teaching you some manners. If you don't mind, of course." The hero blushed at the implications, immediately going red in the face.
It was going to be long before they actually got out of that place.
Prompt #48
CW: suggestive
“Hmmm…you look good today.” The villain purred, their eyes scanning the hero up and down.
“Wish I could say the same.” The hero started, their feet shifting from one to another, as they came forward. The villain’s eyebrows perked up, their head tilting.
"I look more than good. You just don't have a taste." The villain went on, scowling. They swirled in their chair that was placed behind the big desk. The hero chuckled.
"Oh, and you do?" The hero remarked, stopping in front of the desk, and leaning on it.
"Of course, I do. I have better taste than you." The villain faced the hero, smirking.
"Perhaps that's why you like me." The hero responded, bending themself to the villain's level. The villain inclined too, challengingly so.
"Just because I complimented you doesn't mean I like you." The villain babbled, lazily. They stared at the hero, taking in the sight of them. The hero stared back. The villain glanced away, not being able to stand the way the hero's eyes were peering into his.
"Oh, but your face says otherwise, darling." The hero whispered, and the villain forced themself to ignore just how close they were. An inch of proximity separated them. They wouldn't admit it, but they thought the hero was very hot. Their face burned with embarrassment, a blush making its way on to his cheeks.
The villain's heart raced, as the hero went on, "Did you think I haven't noticed how you've been avoiding me the past few weeks? The way your body reacts every time we touch during our fights?"
"I-..." The villain started, slowly. They gulped, their throat feeling scratchy all of a sudden. But they couldn't continue, because the hero shuffled and came around their desk, leaning from behind.
"This is your one last chance to say what you think about me before I kill you." The hero murmured in their ears.
Prompt #27
“Do you need a reminder of how fucking good you feel on me?” The villain asked the hero—their voice was deep, a sharp edge. The hero nodded, almost dazy. They were getting turned on by this whole scenario, the way the villain was manhandling them. It felt good. Really good. They wanted to be devoured. Desired. Let someone undo them. Bring them back to themself. They didn’t know what they were doing. Their head felt so heavy. God, they needed control more than anything.
“Yeah, possibly more than one.” The hero replied, coming close to where the villain was standing. They grabbed them by the waist and pulled them in a heated kiss. The villain responded to the kiss immediately by grabbing the hero and pushing them onto the desk behind them. Their hands rode up the hero’s thighs, squeezing them. The hero moaned, lowly. The villain pulled away, to the hero’s dismay. They chased after the villain’s lips. “Please, kiss me.”
“Desperate. You were literally running away from me, 10 minutes ago. How am I supposed to do this with you?” The villain groaned. Their intent had been clear the moment they met. It was to have a talk, not a fight. A talk. A talk about their relationship. How they planned to make it happen in the future. But, the hero was anxious, which the villain understood. They were too.
However, the villain didn’t understand why the hero intended to ditch the whole situation. And, run away. They sighed. The hero didn’t reply, their eyes trained on the ground. “Look at me, please?” The villain gently placed their hand on the hero’s cheeks.
“I’m so embarrassed by myself. I’m so confused. And, I’m so scared.” The hero said, their eyes filing with tears. The tears let themselves out without his permission, and he broke down.
“I know, baby. I know how you feel. But, I want to talk about it when you’re ready. And, you can tell me if you’re not.” The villain acknowledged, their face already wet by the time they were finished. “It’ll be okay, we can work through this, alright? Promise me you won’t run away again.” The villain uttered.
The hero shook their head and faintly smiled. “Never”, they whispered. They kissed the villain to bind it.
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Prompt #25
"Oh, so you're the infamous hero everyone is drooling over lately?" The villain wondered as they let their eyes roam over the hero's figure.
"Yeah. Why, you jealous?" The hero asked them, confident. A proud glint pondering in their dusty brown eyes. Their feet moved steadily but surely on their own to the other one.
"Jealous? Of you? Oh, spare me." The villain scoffed. Their face told otherwise, the hero thought.
The villain stayed planted where they were, while the hero nothing but neared them. Cornered them. They gulped.
"You know, you're not so bad yourself. I'd take you." The hero's voice dropped to a low soothing sound, that the villain's knees almost gave out. Almost.
The villain raised a brow, trying to appear unbothered. "In...a fight, right?" They said, unsure. They were just buying time so they could run, they told himself. It was definitely not because they were curious.
"No. Think deeper." The hero replied, short and curt. A devious smile made its way onto their lips. They let the villain figure out what exactly they meant.
The villain realized soon, the implication of what the hero meant and their eyes widened.
The hero attacked them next. Right there and then.
OC-TOBER 2023 PROMPTS!!
general tag: #oc-tober / my prompts: #bweirdOCtober
F.A.Q:
Do I have to draw EVERY DAY? NO! I highly encourage skipping as many days as you need to avoid burnout! There are 10 main days in the event (marked with a ⭐ star) that you can focus on if you don't feel up to doing every day, or you can choose your own adventure and just do the prompts you personally like!
Do I have to DRAW? NO! You can also write fanfiction snippets, repost older art that fits the theme, tweet headcanons/backstory, roleplay in-character as your oc ... genuinely anything that fits the theme is OK!!
Can I start early? YES! I understand some people work at a slower pace and might need a head start! So long as you wait until October to post it, you can start working as early as you need!
I missed the start of the event .. do I have to catch up? NO! Please don't stress about days you missed, you're allowed to just skip to the current prompt!
RULES:
1. MAKE FRIENDS! The community is the best part of this event .. please try to follow new people, ask questions about ocs you like, compliment people's styles, ask friends to create with you, etc! 2. TAKE IT EASY! Skip a day if you're tired, busy or just not interested in the prompt. You don't have to catch up on it later. This is supposed to be fun, not work! 3. BE KIND! Please think about the people around you - don't give people unwarranted harsh criticism, content warn for themes/imagery in your work that could trigger someone, don't create anything hateful, etc
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text version / tips and ideas on bweird.art or below ↓
star = main prompts | no star = optional
INTRO WEEK
1: FAVE OC ⭐ -Which of your characters is your favourite right now? 2: NEW OC -Who is your newest OC? -Design a new OC right now 3: OLD OC ⭐ -Do you remember the first OC you ever made? -Is there an OC you haven't drawn in a long time? 4: RE-DESIGN -An OC who has changed a lot over the years -Take an old OC and update their design right now
BACKSTORY WEEK
5: RELATIONSHIPS ⭐ -Who is important to your OC? -Do they have a partner? -Do they have a best friend? -Are they close to their family? 6: SYMBOL -What imagery do you associate with your oc? -Are there any colours, flowers, animals or concepts that symbolize them? 7: PERSONALITY ⭐ -How does your OC behave? -What are their positive traits? -What are their negative traits? -Are they extroverted or introverted? 8: PAST -What was your OC like as a child? -Where did they grow up? -Are there any significant moments from their past that shaped who they are? 9: FUTURE ⭐ -Does your OC have a goal they're working towards? -What will your OC look like when they get older -Do you have a planned ending for their story?
PALETTE WEEK
10: pumpkin patch palette #251604 #1E3807 #5B5E1A #A2A657 #EBA00F #F3ECCC
11: hot cocoa palette #520B13 #BB382E #E27E6D #88392C #AF5D40 #E1AFA4
12: midnight zone palette #000007 #000049 #183885 #004D4F #0E8788 #FFF1C0
13: peachy palette #DE6450 #DB9171 #FFC1AE #FEE1AD #FFF2E0 #D9D8D8
14: haunted house palette #552506 #6E25AA #ED690B #F925A0 #8F8BA7 #A6C1AA
FUN + GAMES WEEK
15: MEME ⭐ -Post memes that remind you of your OC -Draw your OC as a meme -Fill out a character meme (classic deviantart style) 16: FOOD -What is your OC's favourite food? -What is their least favourite? -Can they cook? 17: EYES-CLOSED ⭐ -Draw your OC with your eyes closed! No cheating! -Write a scene without looking at the keyboard! Keep the typos in! 18: SWAP -Swap the style or aesthetic of two of your OCs -Species or gender swap AU -Invert an OC's colour scheme 19: INSPIRATION ⭐ -Is your OC inspired by any pre-existing characters? -Are there any particular songs/lyrics that inspired something about one of your OCs -Do you have a dedicated pinterest moodboard for your character? 20: INVENTORY -What does your OC carry around with them on a daily basis? -Are there any objects that have sentimental value for them? -Loot drop for your DnD OC
FRIENDS WEEK
21-25: There's no specific daily prompts for this week, but here are some ideas you can try ... -Art trades with friends who are doing the event with you -Your OC interacting with a friend's OC -Gift art for someone whose OCs you like -Work together and collaborate on something with a friend -Roleplay an OC scene together with someone
HALLOWEEN WEEK
26: FEAR ⭐ -What is your OC scared of? -Draw one of your OCs trying to scare the others 27: MONSTER -Do you have any monster OCs? (eg: vampires, werewolves, creatures, ghosts...) -Draw a human OC as a monster -Design a new monster 28: TRICK -Play a trick on an OC -Do you have an OC who would play tricks on people? 29: TREAT -What is your OC's favourite halloween candy? -Give an OC a special treat to make up for yesterday's trick 30: MAGIC -Do any of your characters have magical powers? -Give an OC a magical or cursed artifact -Create a magic-using OC like a witch or wizard 27: COSTUME ⭐ -What is your OC dressing as for halloween?
Aughidshh noooo I feel the plot bunnies coming back 😭
characters realizing they are in love dialogue + prompts
@celestialwrites for more!!
♡ seeing their s/o interact with children they met in a small town in the absolute middle of nowhere.
♡ “it shouldn’t take losing me to love me, if you really did, you would have loved me right the first time.”
♡ the character realizes how head over heels in love they are when their s/o took over their whole kitchen in a panic bake.
♡ “i’m so undeniably screwed for this woman.”
♡ the character takes a bullet for their friend, only for that friend to realize that losing the character would destroy them.
♡ "why are you acting like this?" "why do you think?!"
♡ watching their (enemy or best friend) walk down the aisle to marry someone else.
♡ "are you going to leave?" "you? never."
♡ character A staring at character B's face, appreciating every detail of B's face, their eyes, their smile, and A just knows.
♡ "i am so unbelievably afraid that i will lose you, and i don't understand why."
♡ "three words. just say the three words."
♡ character A shows up at character B's house covered in blood, "i needed to go somewhere, and all i could think of was you."
♡ "i used to think i was immune to such temptations." "used to?"
♡ character A running through a rainstorm just to find character B's lost necklace that means the world to them.
REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS!!<3
reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point
For some reason... I'm in!
Arya/Willas, he didn’t want a proper lady
Added to our prompt page!
Soft Prompts for Couples Not Yet Together
1. "Fleeting Encounters": Picture this - two strangers who consistently find themselves in the same crowded places. There's an unexplainable connection, a sense of familiarity that leaves them wondering if the universe is trying to tell them something.
2. "Whispers of the Heart": Every conversation they have feels like a sweet symphony. The world around them fades into the background, and it's just the two of them, sharing intimate moments that make them wonder if friendship could turn into something more.
3. "Shy Smiles and Silent Longing": Across a room filled with people, their eyes meet, and it's like time stands still. Shy smiles are exchanged, hearts beating in synchrony. They both yearn for the courage to take that first step towards something extraordinary.
4. "The Bond of Late Nights": Late-night conversations become their sanctuary, a space where they open up and share pieces of their souls. Little do they know, their hearts are already entwined, silently falling for each other.
5. "The Serendipitous Crossings": In a whirlwind of missed opportunities, they keep crossing paths. Is it mere coincidence, or is there a higher force conspiring to bring them together? They can't help but wonder what destiny has in store for them.
6. "Confidants in the Dark": A shared secret or an unexpected vulnerability brings them closer. They become each other's confidants, weaving a bond that goes beyond surface-level connections.
7. "Passion's Connection": A shared hobby ignites their souls, their passions intertwining as they explore a world of common interests. But what they don't realize is that their connection extends far beyond the shared activity they love.
8. "The Glance that Changed Everything": Their eyes meet, and something shifts in the air. It's as if the universe pauses to witness their undeniable chemistry. In that moment, they both know that their lives are about to change forever.
9. "Teasing Fate": Friends playfully tease them about the palpable chemistry between them. But little do they know that deep down, they can't ignore the growing spark between their hearts. The question lingers: will they finally take that leap of faith?
10. "Melodies of Love": Music becomes their language, notes carrying the unspoken words they're too afraid to say. The rhythm of their connection dances to the beat of their hearts, a secret language of affection.
hello! can you make some marriage of convenience prompts?
One of my favorite tropes :) hope you enjoy!
By @me-writes-prompts
"This is only, and only for the business deal. No more, no less."
"You know I'll never love you, right? I'm doing this just so my parents don't disown me."
Person A and Person B have always been enemies, so what's with their parents being friends and forcing them to get married?
Getting married to settle political matters.
They're both celebrities and people want to see them as a couple off-screen too. There is money involved with popularity, so why not? Until it becomes not about the money but the damn feelings. (Ok, this is very specific, but go with it)
"I never even dreamed that I'd marry you, of all people." "Me neither, but here we are."
Holding hands and kissing in front of their friends and family, but slowly, it's becoming more genuine and there are feelings being poured into it.
Getting protective over the other without meaning to.
Starting to feel *butterflies* when they get too close to each other.
"Omg, they thought we were a couple." "Because we are, we're literally married." "We are not a couple." "Yet." (Ikykwk;)
some dnd backstory ideas that give your character a reason to leave home that isn’t “everyone in my family died.” (just to say: i have nothing against those backstories (i use them a lot), but its fun to mix it up!)
family/friends/personal
someone close to you is sick. you need to adventure to find a cure
someone stole something important from you and you need to find it
you’ve received a message from a long lost relative and are trying to find them
someone that you love has been kidnapped (maybe you have to earn money to pay a ransom or complete some deed…)
adventuring runs in the family! everyone is expected to complete one quest in their lives
your family/culture sends people out to complete certain tasks when they reach a certain age as a rite of passage
another player’s character saved you in the past so you feel indebted to them and travel with them, protecting/aiding them
there’s a magical drought in your hometown and you have to fix it
your hometown doesn’t have a lot of jobs so you have to travel and send money back home
some childhood friends and you made a “scavenger hunt” where you try and complete a checklist of certain tasks (ie. defeat a barbarian in hand to hand combat, steal x amount of gold, slay a dragon, etc) in an allotted amount of time
quests/jobs
a god/patron has sent you on a quest to do something for them
you’ve been hired by someone to complete a task (and you get sucked into the big adventure along the way)
you’re on a quest for knowledge. maybe it’s to learn the best ways of fighting, maybe it’s something more academic related
your priest received a vision from your god and they sent you on a quest
you’re writing a book about the world and different cultures and you need first hand experience
you’ve found every map you’ve come across is shitty, so you decide to become a cartographer and make your own
you’re a detective who helps solve crimes and need to travel to solve a particular case
you’re a collector of a certain object and travel across the land to find it
you’re apart of an adventuring academy and have to complete a quest to graduate
you’re an artisan and you travel with your wares, trying to sell them. alternatively, you’re trying to spread word of your business and gain new business partners
you worked at a tavern your whole life where an old bard would sing songs of their adventuring party and that inspired you to go and do some adventuring of your own
feel free to add some of your own!
