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Prompt 172

"Hi, I'd like to shamelessly wingman myself to you."

Spill

“What’s one goal you would fulfill if we weren’t about to die?” Villain asked, fists clenching as cold water touched his fingertips. Soon, it wouldn’t matter that his fingers retreated. The water was rising, and it would only continue to do so.

Hero, in turn, didn’t clench her fists. She said- rather declared, “We’re not going to die.”

“We’re in a tight-sealed box- at the bottom of a lake- with a leak the size of a safety pin point. We’re dead. So tell me your goal.” As a series of silence followed, Villain continued the conversation. “Fine. I’ll go first. I would have liked to done enough damage to a particular someone that I gave them nightmares for the rest of their miserable life.”

“Is this supposed to be some weird introduction to your tragic backstory?”

If Villain could have glared at Hero, he would have. “Spill.”

“That’s not the most appropriate word to use in this scenario.”

“Thought you said we aren’t going to die.”

There was a sigh. Hero shifted, shoulder blades clashing with Villain’s. The water was up to her knuckles. “I don’t have any.”

A hum. “Not sure I believe that.”

Now, another sigh. Hero attempted to pull her hands apart from Villain’s. No use. They were stuck like this, not even able to stand together and investigate their little box. “I’m going to sleep.”

Villain pulled his shoulder forward before slamming it back. “Like hell you are. I’m not sleeping until I can feel water up my nostrils. I’m finding a way out of this.”

Groaning, Hero said, “Now who thinks we’re not going to die?”

“I think the chances of surviving are extremely low, but it’s going to be none if we don’t even try.”

Hero shook her head then leaned it against Villain’s head and closed her eyes with a soft huff. “Supervillain wouldn’t let us die. He just wants a reaction. Thanks to you, he’s getting one.”

“One, get your head off mine before I bust it. Two, he will kill us, and I’m not going down without a fight.”

“You and your dignity…” Her voice almost turned sour but she controlled it. “That’s what’s going to be the death of you.” Hero didn’t move her head.

“No. Water will be. It’s going to fill both of our lungs.”

Hero gave a false chuckle. “You were so bent on us dying just minutes ago. What happened?”

Villain shrugged. “Guess I’m more hell-bent on that goal of mine than I thought.”

Silence. Hero lifted her head.

Then, “That person you want to haunt so badly is Supervillain…” She turned her head, only barely able to see Villain’s cheek. “How long ago?”

“What?”

“How long ago did he traumatize you?”

Big breath. Villain stiffened before saying, “I never said it was Supervillain.”

“Who else would it be? Your parents are gone, you have no siblings, and you only care-” Hero blinked, a realization stunning nearly the same as the freezing water touching her wrists. “Do you care about me? Is that why you showed up to save me?”

When Villain didn’t respond, Hero demanded, “Alright, spill.”

******

Part 2 here

CW for implied underage drinking

Forty minutes into the party the hero disappeared. The villain found them alone on the back porch, surrounded by other people's discarded red cups and cigarette butts, staring up at the moonless sky. They did not turn, even as the villain slid the door shut with a whoosh and a click on the noise of the house party.

"These people are weird," the villain said.

The hero laughed, but hollowly. "I'm pretty sure it's you and me that are the weird ones here."

"Oh no," the villain said, leaning against the railing beside them. "I've checked it out thoroughly. We're the normal ones. Everyone else is strange."

The hero glanced back. "I was wondering when you'd come looking for me," they said softly.

"You could have found me," the villain protested.

They shifted, letting their shoulder just brush the hero's sleeve. Once the hero would have tossed the villain 30 feet for daring to come so close. Now they didn't so much as flinch, eyes locked on the sky.

The villain shrugged.

"Do you miss it?" the hero whispered. "Flying?"

"Don't bitch to me about it," the villain said, with more snap than they'd intended. They took a swig from the bottle of something they'd picked up inside. It was awful, just like everything else. "This is the world your boss made. No more powers. No more battles. You and me, free to be normal teenagers."

The hero looked down. "He wouldn't have done it if your boss hadn't murdered me."

The villain choked mid-sip. The hero gave them a sideways glance. "You didn't know? I mean, maybe I flatter myself, but it was the last thing I remember before everything changed. What it felt like to die."

"Shit," the villain said weakly, for lack of anything better to say. "Huh. Congrats on having the universe rewritten to bring you back?"

"Thanks, I hate it." The hero took the bottle, took a swig and gasped. "That's foul," they sputtered, wiping their mouth. "Speaking of bosses, you seen yours?"

"No. Well, yeah. Sort of." The villain grabbed the bottle back. "She's some kinda CEO now. Said I'm worthless to her now, she has no time for sniveling children, blah blah blah. Normal stuff. You?"

The hero shook their head. "He might be hiding. Or. He might. Be gone," they said, voice disjointed and jumbled. "There was a reason he didn't rewrite the universe everyday."

Silence fell between them. Inside, a new song had come on and the other kids were screaming along to the chorus. Something about being a teenage dirtbag, baby.

The hero looked over to the villain, tears in their all-too-human eyes. "I'm not going after her. If that's what she sent you to find out. I'm not gonna try and arrest her or attack her for killing me in an alternate timeline." They raised their hands, laughed again. "What could I possibly do now?"

"Hm. Well, finance undergrad, law school, government service, take over the SEC, give it teeth, and then in just 15 years you're primed to use teeth to rip your enemies apart where it hurts- their bank accounts," said the villain promptly. "Just to spit ball it out there."

The hero looked at them - actually looked at them - for the first time. "Oh damn," they said. "You hit the ground running."

The villain leaned in again, dropping a hand over the hero's. Sort of to hold them in place. Sort of just to hold them. "Join me. Or don't. We can make this, like, normal teenagers hating each other if you're more comfortable than that. We can fist fight right here."

The hero looked at the villain like they'd lost their mind, tried to pull away. "What is wrong with you?"

"Same thing that's wrong with you." The villain held on. "You're the only other one who remembers what we were, what we did. I don't want to be alone. And, God, you died? Do you want to go somewhere talk?"

The hero looked down at the protagonist's hand on their theirs. "Yes," they said, in a high, broken whisper. "Let's get out of here."

After that they were inseparable. At least, until the world changed again.

Villain x hero writing Prompt- The villain pretends to be the hero's new therapist to try to get inside their head and find their weaknesses. However once they hear everything they start to feel bad for hero and try helping them.

Prompt #158  Next

[Villain] looked over the notes they had taken from their last session with [Hero]. They had more than enough to ruin [Hero]. Yet, that hollow feeling in their stomach grew more intense as they thought of using their discoveries against them.

Before, they thought of [Hero] as a monolith, a wall of righteousness and courage, and unstoppable force. That's why they had jumped at the chance when they heard [Hero] was shopping for a therapist. It was a golden opportunity, discover all of [Hero]'s flaws and weaknesses and sell the information to the highest bidder. Yet now that they had it...

[Villain] let out a shaky breath, letting their headrest in their hands as they slowly began to realize the mess they were in. [Hero] had become a person to them, one with problems and desires, one that made [Villain] feel sick attempting to take advantage of when they had already been taken advantage of so much.

They wanted to help [Hero], but as they heard their phone buzz, their heart filled with dread. They looked at the screen, their heart sinking.

"I hope you have something good for me." texted [Super Villain].

[Villain] grimaced, the hole they had dug only sinking deeper around them.

TW: Head trauma, broken bone, abuse, swearing

“I can’t believe we lost again!” Sidekick threw their hands up in frustration and Villain flinched. “It’s your fault, you know!” Sidekick shoved Villain. “If you could just pay attention to the damn fight instead of going off into la la land, maybe we could win for once!”

“Sidekick, look, you haven’t been doing this for a long time, and-”

Sidekick struck Villain across the face and Villain stepped back. A month ago, Villain would have been angry. They would have hit back- or tried to. Now, instead of anger, fear rose in their chest.

“You don’t try hard enough!” Sidekick screamed at Villain. “You think I just want to frolic around the city in a costume and go home every time Hero shows an ounce of resistance?? Hero is the enemy! Just fucking take them out already!”

“Sidekick, I’m doing everything that I can.”

A warm red glow started forming around Sidekick’s hands. “Well your ‘everything’ isn’t enough!”

“Please, Sidekick, just listen- you don’t know-”

Suddenly, red engulfed Villain and they were slammed into the wall. They fell to the floor as the red dissipated. “Don’t tell me what I do and don’t know!” Sidekick was shaking with rage, hands up and ready to strike again.

“S-Sidekick-” Villain coughed, “Why don’t you put 100% into the fights? Y-you’re strong- you could win every time!”

Sidekick snarled. “Because that would give away all my secrets. Besides, I shouldn’t have to.” Red swallowed up Villain’s body again, and they were hurled all the way across the room this time.

Villain tried to push themself off the ground as Sidekick circled closer. “P-please-”

Sidekick kicked Villain back down and red consumed Villain again, lifting them off the ground and then slamming them down again like a rag-doll. There was a sickening crack and Villain screamed.

“This should give you some time to consider how you can push harder. You won’t be fighting on that leg for a while.” Sidekick kicked Villain hard in the temple and Villain’s body went limp

-

“Villain. Villain, wake up. Can you hear me?” Came a distant voice. “Villain, come on, open your eyes.” Villain struggled to force themself awake as someone shook their shoulder. “Please, Villain, come on.”

Villain’s eyelids felt heavy as lead as they finally managed to open them a bit. Everything was blurred and out of focus.

“Villain!” Someone caught them up in their arms and a jolt of pain shot through Villain’s leg. They tried to yell, but all that came out was a thick, choked sound. The person holding them hushed them. “I know. I know it hurts, but we’ve gotta get out of here. It’s not safe.

Despite the pain, Villain soon found themself drifting back into oblivion.

Yes.

Please give Bellum a T-Rex.

Pretty please?????

SPOP CHARACTER CARDS 161/200

a snippet | you love me still | hero x villain

trigger warning: swords, blood

The villain’s sword was slightly uncomfortable against their chin, the hero decided, as they knelt in front of them, the tip of it digging into their throat just enough to cause pain but not enough to draw blood. Their hands were bound behind them, and the angle of the sword forced their eyes up, to the villain’s. They were dripping blood and bruised and tired and on the business end of the sword, but they still managed a smile. 

“Why are you smiling, little hero?” The villain’s cool voice washed over them. “I have you on the ground, defeated. There is nothing for you to smile about anymore.” 

Their face was stone-cold; expressionless. The hero’s smile only grew and as they closed their eyes for a fraction of a second, memories speed ran through their mind—the delicate kisses, beautiful sunrises, the scent of orange blossoms, surprise hugs from behind, driving on the highway with all the time in the world—before they snapped back to reality. 

“Oh, darling.” Their voice was almost considerate. “You’re not going to run me through with a sword. You love me still.” 

The villain’s façade crumbled pretty quickly, after that.

Concept #108

Villain knows what Hero looks like without their mask. They see them in the car park and 'accidentally' bump into them, so that they can get their details.

Prompt #247

The villain leaned in for a kiss, and the hero met them half way.

But one of them kept their eyes open the whole time.

“Oi, Hero.”

Oh no. Please no.  Not now, not now…

“Hero, what are you doing?”

Hero ignored them, curling up into a ball and covering their head with their hands.  They closed their eyes, tears sliding down their cheeks.

“Stop ignoring me.” Hero ignored them.

“Hero, you’re so annoying, I swear to-” Villain started, walking around and crouching in front of Hero.  Villain’s voice broke off, clearly seeing the expression on their face.  Hero’s hands shook as they sobbed uncontrollably, not even caring that their nemesis was standing in front of them.  They knew how they must have looked- completely devastated, eyes red and puffy and hands trembling.  Hero looked up.  Villain had an unreadable expression on their face.  Hero sighed, shaking their head in annoyance.

“Well, just do it, then.” they spit.  “I’d rather get this over with.” Hero sighed, placing their hands on the ground next to them and closing their eyes, preparing for the final blow.  Villain nodded, crouching down in front of them.  Hero felt dread rising in their stomach, but they tried to ignore it, instead waiting patiently.  After a minute, they opened their eyes, looking at Villain in confusion. Why were they hesitating?

“Hey, come on-”

Arms suddenly wrapped around them.  Hero blinked in confusion, trying to push away.  Villain grabbed onto them, holding them tight.  Hero felt what little emotional control they had left completely break, and they started crying again.    They clutched Villain’s shirt desperately, leaning into their shoulder.  Villain’s hand coursed through their hair, and they whispered reassuringly. 

“Better?” Villain asked, some time later.

“Better.” Hero replied.

Hi! I just wanted to say that I love your writing, and you are so so talented!!

Could you write something with a sleep deprived hero/villain?

Have a great day!! 💛

[Thank you for your kind words! ❤️ I hope you enjoy this!]

“Let,” Hero says through clenched teeth, struggling against her restraints, “Me. Go.”

Villain slowly paces with his arm behind his back, the other flicking through the holographic news articles that float around his head.

“Hero catches falling airplane. Hero saves man from drowning. Hero shields bomb with her own body,” he drawls, lazily tossing each title he reads, “Hero takes down notorious leader of drug ring.”

He stops, spreading out his hands and closing them quickly to get rid of the articles.

“And all of that, done in the past two days,” he says, unimpressed, upper lip curled up as he looks down at her, “What, you trying to break a record or something?”

Hero smiles, baring her teeth at him.

“Release these restraints and I’ll break another one,” she says sweetly and Villain lets out a laugh.

“Then why don’t you get out of them like you usually do?” Villain counters and he looks amused, all raised eyebrows and bright eyes, the curve of his lips sickle-sharp as he tips his chin, “I’m not even using my powers on you. What’s the matter hero, all burnt out?”

Hero grits her teeth. Everything feels so heavy, like she’s underwater, sea-foam filling her gut. She pulls at her restraints harder, sweat running down her face, each beat of her heart a pounding ache in her temples and down her jaw and behind her eyes and when did the room start spinning?

“Ignoring me now?” Villain says but the words sound far away, jumbled, his image trembling at the corners.

Hero clenches her eyes shut, fingers quaking, her limbs like deadweight. God, she’s tired. Villain is saying something else but Hero can’t pay attention, tries to focus on the ground that keeps shifting under her feet. Or is it that she’s floating away?

Suddenly, her head is yanked back by her hair and her eyes pop open, her stomach lurching from the movement. There’s Villain in front of her now, a frown on his face and fuck, how did she not hear him coming? He leans forward, expression neutral but eyes sharp, looking down his nose at her.

“....Your eyes are shaking,” he says and he places his other hand right under her jaw, tips her chin up, “Have you been sleeping?”

“And what?” Hero spits, tries the jerk her head away but his grip is like iron, keeping her in place, “Do you expect me to think that you care?”

Something incomprehensible flashes across Villain’s face. He narrows his eyes.

“I’d like my foil to actually be a challenge,” he sneers, tightening his grip on her jaw; Hero snaps her teeth at his fingers, “Not some little girl who’s falling apart at the seams-“

“I’m fine,” Hero snarls, “I’m fine.”

A pause. Villain lets go of her with a growl, carelessly tossing her head back. Hero hisses from the strain on her neck, trying to focus her shaky gaze on Villain.

“Okay,” Villain says simply, pulling a square controller from his pocket, “Since you’re ‘fine’-“

He presses a button and Hero’s restraints open with a hiss.

“Fight me,” he finishes and Hero looks at him in disbelief.

“You-“ Hero sputters, “are you serious-“

“Is your hearing failing you as well?” Villain interrupts; Hero’s face darkens, “You heard me. Fight me.”

Hero gets ups, shakes out her limbs. She blinks to get rid of the black creeping at the edges of her vision.

“Let’s go,” Hero says and Villain tilts his head at her.

She runs at him, throwing a jab and even she can tell how slow she is. Villain sidesteps out of the way, doesn’t even bother to put up his hands, face unmoving. She curses, tries another punch, but he easily dodges that one as well.

Hero grits her teeth. Faster, she tells herself. Harder. He moves behind her and she tries to catch him with a kick, twirling around, teeth bared, but her form is all off, her footing unsteady. Her vision trembles.

Villain ducks down, pushes at her upright leg with his shoulder and she goes tumbling down down down. Hero gasps as her back hits the ground, Villain looking at her from above.

“Are you even trying?” he says, disappointed, and Hero digs her fingers into the ground and gets back up.

A punch, he blocks-

“C’mon, Hero. Is that really all you got-“

A kick, he deflects-

“How are you going to protect this city, the citizens, when you can barely stand-“

Is he getting stronger? Or is she just getting weaker-

“When you can’t even go up against me-“

He catches her elbow, pulls her near, locks his arm around her waist and they’re so close, chest to chest, nose to nose-

“When you can’t even protect yourself?” he hisses, eyes wide and angry and Hero lets out a yell that sounds like a sob.

She brings her head back and slams it against Villain’s. He stumbles back but she follows him, ramming her shoulder into his gut to run him into the ground.

She grabs his wrists and pins them to the floor, thighs bracketing his hips to keep him there.

Blood drips from her nose and onto his cheeks like tears.

“I have a duty,” Hero pants, arms trembling, using every ounce of her willpower to keep from collapsing, “To keep the people of this city safe, to live their lives without fear.”

She leans forward. Villain just lays there, doesn’t even try to struggle, eyebrows drawn low.

“My blood is their will and my body is their strength. I will use every part of me,” she says, tone firm and unyielding and Villain’s lips press into a thin line, “Even if I can only move my fingers, I will protect them.”

Hero closes her eyes, her head throbbing. It’s an easy thing, for Villain to wiggle a hand out of Hero’s hold. Hero holds her breath.

There’s a stretch of stillness before she feels Villain shift, a touch on her cheek. She snaps her eyes open and oh, the look on his face-

“You’re tearing yourself apart, Hero,” he mumbles, running his fingers up her cheek, curling around her ear and Hero trembles in the wake of it: she wants to run, she wants to sink into it, “You need to stop-“

“I can’t, I can’t,” Hero chokes out, breath coming faster, words spilling out like vomit and Villain just keeps on looking at her; peering into her with those sharp, sharp eyes of his, “My mind, it just- keeps going. It doesn’t shut off. Every time I close my eyes I can- see all the people I failed to save. Their arms outstretched, crying out for help, for me-“

“I can help you,” Villain says, tone calm; Hero freezes, “With my powers. If you’d let me.”

And isn’t that just tempting? To let go, to stop thinking, to fall knowing someone will catch you? Hero chews at her lips.

This is Villain, though. He hurts and he disrupts and he ruins without regret. He is malevolent. He is warped. He is not a good man.

But-

(But this is also Villain, who does what he says and says what he does. Who despises underhand tricks and schemers. Who lays his intentions out for everyone to see, will twirl his knife right under your nose before he stabs you with it.

Who looks up at Hero with such an open face, eyes soft, lips lax, everything out for Hero to see-)

“Okay,” Hero whispers, “okay.”

And Villain moves his hand to her forehead and says, “Relax.”

@sunflower1000

“I know you weren’t my soulmate, but you made me not want to meet them.”

— 4:52 PM

No Locked Doors - Part 1?

*For my sanity and because of my lack of braincells, Hero's pronouns are she/her and Villain's are he/him. Change as you like.*

She had locked the door when she left, Hero was sure of that. So, when the door handle turned without the key, her sense screamed at her to fight, to be ready.

She crept through the door, quietly tiptoeing into her home. She set her bag down on the ground, taking out her [weapon of choice.] She shut the door quietly with a click, cringing as the lock snapped shut. Whoever was here, it was better to be locked in with them than to let them escape. At least she hoped.

She bent her knees, lowering her center of gravity, praying it was enough to keep the creaky floorboards at bay. She stepped through her home, bracing herself against the wall separating her and her living room.

She listened closely; she'd check every room like this if she had to. She was tired, didn't want to deal with more fights. She just wanted to take a long, hot shower and wash away the day's grime. But she knew that rushing a possible home invasion would only add to that grime.

She waited, listen, keep her breath even and slow. She could hear her washing machine running in another room. She definitely didn't leave that running. She was days behind on laundry. Between saving the city and working her day job, there was hardly time to do little more than a load a day. She took one, deep breath and focused again. She could hear something soft. Someone breathing. They were shuddering breaths, like the person was stuck between being asleep and awake. Asleep. Someone was asleep in her home.

She took slow steps into her living room and curled up on her couch, clutching his arms close to his body, wearing tattered clothes and too many bandages was Villain.

Hero froze, staring. He was hurt.

Shit, Hero thought, unsure of how to act. She scanned his sleeping face. A shallow cut lined his jaw, which was covered in unshaved stubble, at least a couple of days worth. His eyebrows were scrunched, as if he was fighting for sleep. The state of her visitor was suddenly clear: he wasn't just hurt, he was beaten. Someone had taken him down hard, and now, sleeping on Hero's couch, he looked smaller than his six foot stature ever allowed. He looked scared, weak, and definitely not like the Villain that Hero knew.

She moved her eyes across the room. Sitting on her coffee table was her first aid kit, open and mostly empty, save for the scissors, needle, and some pain killers.

Hero sighed and relaxed. If Villain wanted a fight he would've started one. Right now, he was hurt, badly, and needed a place to go. Right now, his place wasn't safe, so he was here. And right now, Hero could take a shower without worrying about getting stabbed in the back.

She left a note for Villain just in case he woke up:

Yes, I know you're here. No, you don't have to leave. I'm just in the shower; I won't be long. I left a snack out if you're hungry.

Let's talk when I'm done.

- H.

Now, it was time for a shower.

Hero opened their eyes blearily, wincing as the bright light irritated their eyes.  They squinted, glancing around the room.  They had no idea where they were.  It looked like some sort of holding cell.  Had they been kidnapped?

“Finally awake, are we?” someone asked.  Hero groaned, rolling their eyes when they saw Supervillain standing in the corner of the room, arms folded and looking incredibly satisfied.  They pushed off the wall and walked over.  Hero felt their heart beating faster as Supervillain got closer, until they were only a couple feet away.  Hero wasn’t quite sure what to say, so they stayed silent.  The metallic tang of blood was present in their mouth, and they faintly recognized a couple drops of blood dripping out of their mouth and down their face.  They spit it out onto the floor and looked back up at Supervillain.  Supervillain was staring at them with amusement.  

“You’re quite interesting, you know that?” Supervillain chuckled.  Hero rolled their eyes, ignoring how their heart was beating out of their chest.

“I’m sure,” Hero snapped, trying to wiggle out of their bonds.  The rope rubbed harshly against their skin, and they tried to hide a wince.  Supervillain didn’t notice, preoccupied with pacing around the cell dramatically.

“Can’t wait for Villain to get here,” Supervillain grinned.  “That’s when the fun really begins,” they continued.  Hero squinted at them, confused.

“Why Villain?” they blurted out, their curiosity getting the best of them.  Supervillain’s eyes widened, and they laughed harshly.

“You have no clue, do you?” Supervillain shook their head, circling behind them leisurely.  Hero hissed as Supervillain flung their hand out and yanked Hero’s head backwards.  Supervillain’s fingers dug into their scalp, and they grimaced.

“Well, this won’t do.” Supervillain’s eyes furrowed.  Hero closed their eyes, willing themselves to pass out or fall unconscious or-

“No, no, none of that-” Supervillain shook their head, resuming to drone on about Villain and their insolence.  Hero tried to ignore them, but their voice was so goddamn annoying-

“Stop,” they seethed.  “Please just stop talking, you’re giving me a headache,” Hero muttered.  Supervillain’s face darkened, their pacing growing more rushed.

“Where is that son of a bitch?” Supervillain groaned in annoyance, stopping their pacing to stand right in front of Hero.  Hero looked down at the ground, not willing to make eye contact.  

“How am I supposed to know?” Hero snapped.  A dark look came over Supervillain’s face, and Hero barely had time to regret their actins before Supervillain struck them in the face.  Hero’s cheek was tingling, and there was even more blood in their mouth.  They leaned their head down to the ground, spitting blood all over Supervillain’s shoes.   Hero sat back up, breathing heavily but with a satisfied smirk on their face.  Screw you, Supervillain.

“You’re quite entertaining.  Maybe I’ll just keep you for myself…” they whispered.  Oh no.  That didn’t sound good.  Hero gritted their teeth, trying to move as far away as their bonds would allow.  Supervillain noticed and grabbed their hair, yanking their head up to face them.  “Quite easy on the eyes too,” they remarked in contemplation, wiping the blood off of Hero’s face.  Hero felt their heart begin to race as Supervillain got closer and closer.  Supervillain was about an inch from their face when a loud bang resounded through the room.

“Get away from Hero, you slimy bastard.”

Hero glanced up dizzily.  A lean figure was standing in the doorway, head down and a dagger in their hand.  The figure stepped forward, and Hero’s eyes widened.  It was.. Villain.

Villain’s gaze was locked onto them, a strange look on their face.  It almost looked like… concern?  Hero watched as Villain began to connect the dots, eyes darting between Supervillain and Hero.  They stepped closer, and the hand in Hero’s hair tightened.

Supervillain ignored Villain, and was looking down at Hero.  “Looks like someone’s here to rescue you!” Supervillain grinned mockingly, dragging a finger down their cheekbone.  Hero fidgeted, desperate to increase the distance between them.  “Isn’t that cute?” Supervillain continued, looking them up and down in a predatory way that made Hero want to throw up.

“Don’t touch them,” Villain seethed, a vein popping out in their neck.  Hero couldn’t help but feel a bit confused. Why was Villain of all people, here to rescue them?  It didn’t make sense.  

Hero was torn out of their thoughts as Supervillain leaned closer to them, a devious smirk on their face.  Hero closed their eyes, their heart jackhammering out of their chest.

“I told you not to touch them,” 

Hero felt a faint breeze blow by them, and whipped their head to the side.  They watched as Villain’s dagger embedded itself into Supervillain’s chest.  Supervillain grimaced before they crumpled to the ground, their skin turning sallow and their eyes glazing over.  Hero let out a sigh of relief, before remembering who their savior was.  They looked over at Villain, who was staring at Supervillain with an unreadable expression on their face.

“You alright?” Villain asked, eyes flicking over their figure in search of injuries.  They crouched down, untying the ropes around Hero’s ankles..  Hero bit their lip, watching as Villain fiddled with their bonds.  

“Yeah, I just feel… weird,” Hero admitted, getting up from the chair once Villain freed them.  They stumbled a bit, grabbing the closest thing- Villain’s shoulder.   Villain grabbed them quickly, preventing them from falling to the floor.  Hero shot them a grateful smile and pushed their arm off of Villain’s, intending to walk on their own.  Villain sighed loudly, grabbing Hero’s arm and wrapping it around their shoulder.

“You and your hero complex,” they snorted, leading Hero out of the room slowly.  Hero grimaced, bracing themselves against the wall as they tried to regain their breath.  They looked behind them, frowning when they realized they had only walked a couple feet.  

“Hey, I think that-” Hero could hardly finish their sentence before they felt Villain tilt them back and wrap an arm under their knees, twisting them so that they were in Villain’s arms.  Hero looked up at Villain, squinting at them.

“You could’ve given me a warning-” Hero started, faltering as Villain began to glare at them.  “What?” they snapped.

“Just shut up and let me carry you,” Villain hissed, looking pointedly ahead.  They tightened their hold, and Hero gave in, leaning their head against Villain’s chest and closing their eyes.  

Hero and Villain dramatically fighting on a rooftop so people won't think they're dating (they totally are)

Prompt 133

The cell was damp, cold. Not even a barred window was spared. Hero sighed – Supervillain sure took their precautions.

“What I would give for a knight in shining armour,” they chuckled, mostly to themselves.

“You called?” A figure rounded the corner.

They gasped. “Villain...?”

“The one and only. And to answer that question,” they held out a hand, “perhaps your heart?”

Prompt #16

Hero walked into the department store a few hours after it had closed for the day, looking around at the many shelves. “Villain? I know you’re here!” They adjusted their glasses, held together by duct tape after their last fight with Villain.

“Oh, Hero! Excellent timing! I’m so sorry about yesterday, so I decided to get you all the glasses money could buy- I mean steal. Money could steal? I mean-“

“Other people need the glasses too, Villain. And I’d need to get the right prescription.”

“Oh... should I put them back?”

“Why’re you asking me?! Ooh, those ones look pretty...” They grabbed a pair of fancy looking glasses, then forced a stern expression. “But this doesn’t mean I condone stealing.”

Villain smiled. “Of course not.”

Prompt by @gingerly-writing

“Run.”

“If the potion only makes you attack the people you love, I’ll be fine. I can stay here and stop you from attacking anyone you actually do love-”

“I love you!” the villain snarled, concrete fracturing under their fingers. “Now run.”

There was little for the hero to do to stop themselves from being horrified.

Up until then, the villain had refused to look the hero in the face, but now, the villain’s slow and concentrated fury was on full display.

“Before I kill you.” That was the final warning, the concrete that barely stopped the villain nothing more than dust.

The hero bolted, frantically feeling around their belt for anything that might hold the villain off. For the first time in a while, they didn’t want to use their powers on them.

Earth shattering footsteps pounded mere paces behind the hero.

There was a grappling gun, and while it couldn’t do much against the villain’s sheer strength, it might work in slowing them down.

Blindly, the hero shot behind them, hoping they hit somewhere around the villain’s legs. That’s when they stopped, and sidestepped, making the villain trip forward, charging into thin air.

While the grappling gun lay discarded a mere distance away, the hero still had their fists. They tackled the villain, straddling them on the ground.

The villain, in turn immediately tried to reach for the hero’s neck. Keeping the villain’s murderous hands away took far too much of the hero’s strength.

“Stop it!” The hero commanded. They hadn’t noticed the villain’s bloodshot eyes.

Whatever reply the villain did try to make came out more animalistic, a contorted face with a hoarse and frustrated voice.

The hero jolted when the villain tried to wrestle out of their grasp.

With limited options, and a villain almost free of their grip, the hero did the first thing that came to mind.

True love’s kiss was only for fairytales, sure, but who decides the difference between life and a fairytale?

The hero felt awful, because at first, the villain was frozen, making no effort to reciprocate or pull away. They did, however, try and pull the hero closer. The hero felt less guilty about kissing them with that motion.

When they parted, the villain managed to rasp out a few words

“Needs to be-” the villain stopped, their hands twitching in the hero’s hold. “Needs to be out of my system. Lab. Go.”

The hero felt questions bubbling out of them, but had no time, as the villain leaped forward with more strength than the hero possessed, breaking the previous hold.

Now, instead of looking down at the villain’s face, the hero looked up, wasting no time in kneeing the villain’s stomach, and grabbing the discarded grappling gun just inches from their hands.

Once again, the hero shot, hooking the grappling gun’s cord around the villain’s feet. They were behind the villain in a flash, one arm wrapped around their throat.

Three, two, one. The hero counted in their head, listening for even breaths. When they heard it, they finally turned the villain around, lifting them in their arms.

The villain’s tear stained face was on full display for the hero, stray drops leaking from their eyes. Gently, the hero wiped them away.

“You said a lab?” The hero asked, mostly talking to themselves. “We can work on your vagueness when you’re you again.”

Me once again asking you for one more continuation of the same story ahaha :) If you don't mind could you please write one more part for the villain prince and the hero baker?

This was more complicated than it needed to be. The baker made it more complicated than it needed to be. Though, the prince supposed, this was more the hero than the baker, he was just used to seeing a timid baker. He almost missed the baker’s timidness, and would give anything to get it back.

Anything might be a stretch, only because the prince knew how to find the hero, no help would be needed, nothing would have to be sacrificed.

It was easy to track them, easy to buy the brooch back, easy to listen who had sold it for what price, and easy to narrow down where the seller would go next.

The only inn that far in the outskirts of the kingdom, yet just close enough to hear the words and rumors of traders leaving the kingdom. Hero had made fast progress in a manner of days, while the baker blended in with the crowd.

The prince knew he was right, he could almost feel it, the hero was as good as his.

That didn’t stop any of the obstacles from trying to prevent the prince from reclaiming his newest charge.

There was the matter of his father, and how much trust the old man had in him. Officially, the prince was hunting with his group. His group was sent to a summer palace, a summer palace ‘Villain’ would have to target, just in case any of his group got a bit mouthy.

Going incognito while being a member of the royal family was proving difficult. The crown’s only heir was well recognized, to the point where the trail of people he was following would jump at his every word.

He became more worried about loose lips the longer he looked at the bumbling inn-keeper.

“The prince.” She had gasped, dropping the tray to the ground. “Your highness.” She followed suit with the tray, dropping into a low curtsy.

That set off an array of chattering, something he hoped to avoid, especially if the hero was around, especially if they now knew he was here.

Regardless, he bowed, mustering his most kingly smile.

“One can only dream of such hospitality, my lady.”

She blushed at that, rising from her position, forgetting about the fallen tray, and whatever patron she planned on giving it to.

“How can I help you, your highness? Would you be needing a room?”

The prince didn’t scoff, but he was close. Here? A room here? He was almost certain the hero’s cell was nicer than this place.

“No, my lady, that won’t be necessary. I’m afraid my friend and I were separated during our touring of the kingdom, and was hoping to find them here.” The lie came easily.

“Of course, my prince. What might their name be?” She asked, scurrying behind the counter to reach for a large ledger.

A smile bloomed across the prince’s face. He didn’t suspect the baker had much experience with being on the run, probably even used their real name.

“(Baker’s name).”

After a moment of trailing her finger across the pages, the inn-keeper looked up. “Ah, yes! Right here, room eight. Shall I fetch them for you?”

“No!”

The inn-keeper’s bright face dimmed, taken aback by the prince’s outburst.

He managed to collect himself in less than a second.

“Forgive me, my lady.” He threw in a bashful smile. “I only wish to surprise them after their days of loneliness.”

Her bright face returned. “Of course, your highness! Would you be needing a key?”

“If you would please, my lady.”

She handed it to him with a grin and a hardly stifled giggle.

“Thank you for your kindness, my lady.”

Gullible.

Gullibility was expected, though. How could one manage an argument against a prince?

He tried to quiet his boots, he tried only of focusing on the hero’s face, the baker’s face.

The prince did not focus on how he missed this, the chase, the inevitable draw. He did not focus on how it’s better for the hero to stay locked away. He did not focus on his father. He would not.

But it was all he could do to focus on the hero’s sleeping form. That wasn’t what he was expecting.

The prince cursed himself for that. He was meant to be a brilliant strategist, and yet, he didn’t take this into possibility.

Walking out with the hero in his arms would be suspicious, prince or not. The best course of action would be to awaken the hero, tell them that if a prince couldn’t ruin the lives of everyone here, a villain could, and take the hero away without much of a struggle.

But he didn’t want to. Why would he want to?

“Damn.” The prince cursed softly. “Damn you and your games.”

In truth, he knew the hero wasn’t playing games, not like the prince was. The hero was simply trying to hold themself and the kingdom up, especially against the siege of the villain.

And the prince was trying to be greater than any of the kings and queens before him, greater than his father, greater than the dangers that lurked with the hero’s second job. If this meant a few lives were lost, so be it. If buildings were burned, so be it. It would all burn, eventually, and it would all rise higher than before.

But pesky heroes didn’t understand that. And overbearing kings don’t understand the complexity of heroes.

The prince buried his face in his hands. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go

Something cold on his neck had him much more grounded.

“Don’t say a word, little prince.” Said a voice that now lacked a cheery disposition. “Royalty or not, you don’t get to harm them.”

“That was never my intention.”

“Was it not?” Another voice asked, the hero now sitting up without a hint of tiredness. “Or did you just want to use me for some twisted game because of your own boredom?”

“A trick.” The prince would’ve laughed if there weren’t a knife to his throat. “Clever and pesky.”

“An awful combination.” The hero finished for him. “Here’s how this is going to go-”

“You don’t-” the prince tried to interrupt, only for the inn-keeper to yank him farther back with the knife. “You wouldn’t.”

“They wouldn’t.” The inn-keeper agreed. “I, on the other hand, wouldn’t hesitate. I always told them they were a tad too soft to be a hero.”

“Besides the point.” The hero focused them back on track. “You’re going to leave me alone, your highness. And whatever you’re hiding, you’re going to tell us, now.”

Us? Them and the inn-keeper?

“Why do you assume I’m hiding something?” The prince didn’t let his emotions bubble to the surface, as tempting as it was.

“What was it he said, baker?” The inn-keeper asked, the grin evident in her voice. She was enjoying this a little too much. “‘He’s not the only royal who has a problem with heroes’?”

“Something like that.”

The prince grit his teeth. Not how it was meant to go.

He slammed his foot onto the inn-keeper’s, and when he felt her try to push the knife down, he grabbed onto the arm holding the knife, and twisted her around.

“I wouldn’t hesitate either.” The prince seethed, the knife feeling unfamiliar and heavy in his hand. “Pesky hero, this is how it’s going to go-”

“Is it? Two against one, even if she’s incapacitated.” The hero winked at the inn-keeper.

It was getting harder for the prince to keep his cool.

“I can harm her, or we can walk away. The two of us. You’d live comfortably, and out of the way.”

“Out of the way?” The inn-keeper hissed. “From you.”

Ah, so she knew. That made it problematic.

The prince knew what he must do, and didn’t bother masking the grimace. “My way, the kingdom’s way, who can keep track? Regardless, you, my lady, are an obstacle.”

As soon as the knife came a centimeter closer to her, the hero pounced.

When the blade met skin, the hero met the villain, a strong and graceful arm swinging around the villain’s neck, the other pulling back the villain’s arm. An equally strong and graceful leg kicked the inn-keeper forward.

Then they fought, like heroes and villains often did.

The inn-keeper grasped at her neck, relieved to find herself still breathing, still alive, and able to help.

Despite something warm dripping down her neck, she joined in, scraping and clawing at the villain with unkempt ferocity.

The inn-keeper might have made a better hero, a more straightforward hero, but her vicious streak was brutal.

A prince eventually found himself on the floor, a baker on top of him.

“Tell me!” The baker demanded, carefully investigating the pinned down prince. “What are you hiding?”

“Nothing for you to worry about, pesky thing.”

“It is,” the baker gritted, their grip on the prince beginning to shake. “when you imprison me.”

“Imprisonment is a strong word, a correct word, but still-”

The hero punched the villain, and a baker began to shake, while a prince only smiled in appreciation.

“I’m not trying to fight you.” He claimed, eyes drifting to the hero’s hands.

There were bandages. Presumably the cuts made from the hero breaking and jumping from the window.

“Oh, that’s rich. Not trying to fight the one person who’s been-”

“Inn-keeper.” The hero stopped her before moving onto the prince. “You know what an indirect attack is?”

And the prince, who had seen battles, did. The villain, however, struggled with this.

“You don’t harm me directly. You go after people I care about, places I care about.”

They were right. The question was if it was an attack from the prince or the villain, as he had a habit of slipping into both roles unknowingly.

“True enough.” The prince conceded. “But there’s no other way. I need you gone, you won’t go.”

“Yet you won’t kill me.”

“Baker!” The inn-keeper exclaimed.

“I know what I’m doing.”

The prince took another glance at the hero’s hands. “Most definitely you do. No. I won’t kill you. I would never kill you.”

“You want a trophy, then?”

“No. I have no need for those.”

The hero didn’t glance back to speak. “You should go, inn-keeper, make sure your patrons are alright.”

“Baker, I can’t leave you, he’s manipulating you, and-”

“No he’s not.” The hero said, still focused on the prince beneath them. “He can’t. Please, inn-keeper. Whatever happens in here will be for the good of the kingdom.”

With sly eyes, the inn-keeper focused on the prince and the baker, some sudden realization hitting her.

She snatched the discarded knife off the floor before she left.

Then a baker and a prince were alone.

“Do you plan on staying there the whole time, or are we going to be able to talk civilly?” The prince’s tone was joking, his face anything but.

“You are about as civil as a wild animal.”

“That’s not right. I have excellent manners and social poise.”

The hero scoffed, releasing the hold they had on the prince before standing.

“Plead your case, your highness.”

“You should come back with me, quickly, quietly.”

The hero snorted. “Horrible argument. Why should I?”

“I could threaten you all day long. Hurt the inn-keeper, destroy your bakery, have the kingdom burn, but none of it would work. You ran, knowing well enough that I could have destroyed your bakery.”

The hero glared, trying desperately to ignore the growing pit inside their stomach.

“Killing the inn-keeper would do nothing. I would have nothing motivating you after the fact.”

“Don’t try it again. You’d have better luck killing me.”

The prince rolled his eyes at the melodramatics.“So, Hero, Baker, whatever title you prefer. This isn’t me threatening, manipulating, indirectly attacking, this is me asking you to come with me. To stay out of the way, please.”

“Hm. You still haven’t given me any reason to. I don’t enjoy your company. I don’t like villainy. I prefer free range.”

“Most people do, but you do not have the opportunity to be most people.”

“Why?” The hero demanded. “You really believe you’re doing the best for your people, why is this the best?”

Standing in an inn room, a prince spoke, and a hero listened.

Dialogue Prompt 7

The antagonist sighs, "I'm not angry, not anymore."

The protagonist looks at them in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

The antagonist gives them a sad smile, "I used to hate you for taking everything I loved away, but now I realize that it's my own fault that you left."

“Don’t even think about telling me what to do.” Hero said bitterly, pulling on their mask. “I can do what I want, even if it means saving others in exchange for my life.”

Villain held onto Hero’s hand, not letting go anytime soon. “And you’re just going to leave me here?! Let me come with you!” They pleaded with them. “If you should die, let me die with you!”

“Get off me.”

“No.”

“I said— Get off me!” Hero kicked them away, regretting it almost instantly. “! Wait... I didn’t mean to!”

Villain slowly got to their feet and smiled. “Please, let me come with you.”

Reluctantly, Hero let them.

// hello let me feed all of you with some good ol’ sadness ig //

Hero x Villain Prompt List: Surgery Edition!

Because I just had surgery and I can.

Villain hasnt been seen for a week. Thinking they are planning something big, the hero tracks them down only to find them recovering from a surgery they had to get as a result of an injury the hero inflicted on them.

Hero/Villain is in hospital recovering from surgery when they receive a "get well soon" card and a gift from the villain/hero.

Hero goes under for surgery. Unbeknownst to either of them, the villain ends up being the surgeon and only realizes when they see all of heros scars while prepping for the surgery.

Hero just had surgery for something and instead of resting is pushing themselves to get back go wor. Villain finds out and flips, ordering them back to bed where they take care of them.

*Forgot to post this from back right after my surgery but*

“You shouldn’t trust me. I’ll make sutures out of your heartstrings and I won’t apologise when I use them to stitch myself back together.”

prompt from @gingerly-writing, which inspired this snippet!

The hero, seated in the chair before the villain’s desk, blinked. Neither said anything for a few, long seconds, then the hero cleared their throat. “That was dramatic. How long did it take you to come up with that?”

The villain’s lips thinned. Trust the hero not to take them seriously. 

“I am warning you,” they said tersely. “Stop asking me for help.”

“We’ve worked together before, and it’s turned out.”

“Not for the long-term. Not the way you’re describing.”

The hero leaned forward in their chair, their gaze too calm and steady and unafraid. “I never said I trusted you. I just need your assistance.”

“You never said you liked me either,” the villain said. “Yet I don’t see you denying that you do.”

This time, that got a reaction out of the hero. They leaned back, gaze flickering away from the villain. They cleared their throat again. “Yeah, so?”

“I have concluded that your mental processes are compromised. Very much so.”

A smile just barely tugged at the corner of the hero’s mouth as they glanced back at the villain, but the amusement was clear in their voice. “You have ‘concluded’? I would certainly be interested in seeing your research paper. How many pages is it? A hundred?”

The villain slammed their hands down on their desk and stood. Discomfort grew in their stomach as the hero didn’t flinch, just kept watching them as if they were no threat. As if they had never brought powerful men to their knees, as if they hadn’t overwhelmed the city’s police system for an entire month, as if they hadn’t fought the last menace who had resided here and won.

Two years ago, the hero would have had their weapons drawn in a blink of time. Today, the hero sat unarmed in their base.

“Let me make this clear to you,” the villain snapped. “This isn’t funny. Just because we don’t fight anymore, because I don’t send you home limping—”

“I think I sent you home limping—”

“Shut up.”

Slowly, the hero rose to their feet.

The villain continued, picking up momentum. “Lack of fights between us, this ‘peace’ you refer to, is all in your head. We are not allies. When you let down your guard you are giving me the opportunity to use you however I wish. I don’t know what you use to think, but it isn’t your brain. You’ve claimed I’m not as bad as the others, but do you think I won’t use the opportunity to claim more power?

“You give me your trust, your heart, and I’ll rip it to shreds. Do you know what I could do with you? What I could gain? Your body in my control could buy me a place within the Blood Stars. I could hand you off to a dozen different organizations and reap millions in benefit.”

“You could,” the hero said softly. They moved smoothly towards the villain, around the edge of their desk to stand before them. “But you won’t.”

The villain opened their mouth, and the hero pressed a finger to their lips.

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Prompt #5

“Hero? Are you okay?” Villain moved around the corpse of Supervillain, blood pooling, there was so much of it-

“I... I didn’t want anyone to find out...” Hero had curled into a ball, shivering, tired. “It’s not a heroic power...”

Villain shook their head. “Hero, you used it to save me, and all those civilians. That’s about as heroic as-“

“I just killed Supervillain... use- using that... when the Hero League finds out I can cause people to bleed just by looking at them...” Hero sobbed, tears falling down to the floor.

“No”

Prompt 136

“Oh wow, this is such a surprise! I’m honoured,” The sidekick draped a hand over their flushed face demurely. “Of course I’ll marry you, I love you.“

No no no no NO! The restraints cut deep into skin and forced Villain to remain in an tight kneeling position. Villain winced as their captor leaned in for a celebratory kiss. Hero… please hurry.