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The hero finds out one day that the villain is “cheating”on his girlfriend with him. But what he doesn’t know is that the villain’s girlfriend is abusive. When they are fighting the next time, the villain’s usually covered wrists, reveals a dark mark, that the hero sees. The villain tells him everything. The next day, the girlfriend doesn’t see the rise of the sun.

Prompt #51

"Have you seen my black hoodie? I've searched for ages, now." The villain groaned, ruffling his hair. Frustrated. The hero hid a smile, as they realized which hoodie the other one was talking about.

"Oh yeah? What does it look like?" The hero questioned, faking an innocent expression.

"The one that has Spiderman on it." The villain responded, throwing himself in one of the couches and turning the TV on. The hero chuckled quietly.

"Hmm, I think I have it." The hero smiled, and the villain spun his head around to glare at him.

"You better give it back, you little shit. It's my comfort hoodie, for fuck's sake!" The villain cried. The hero surrendered.

"Sorry, sorry. If you want comfort, I can wear it and then we could cuddle. I'll give it back after that. How does that sound?" The hero asked, grinning. The villain blushed and then nodded bashfully.

Prompt #50

"I told you not to listen to him, look where he's gotten us now, you-," The villain kept babbling on, and on. It was getting on the hero's nerves. The villain hadn't stopped talking since they were locked in this closet, and he was on the verge of snapping, and so he did.

"Shut up!" The hero half-yelled, and the villain narrowed his eyes. The hero harshly pushed him against the wall behind him. "Just shut up for once, will you?" The villain raised his hands above his head, and the hero let go.

"You didn't have to do that, you know? You could have asked me nicely." The villain muttered, a blush appearing on his cheeks, and he was glad for the darkness of the place. Glad that the hero couldn't see it.

"Sorry, I lost control." The hero said, embarrassingly. They went quiet for a moment, awkwardly standing a few feet away from each other. And then the villain spoke up, again.

"Or you could have, made me." The villain whispered, shyly. And, the hero shuffled.

"What?" The hero asked.

"You could have...made me shut up." The villain implied, and the hero's eyes widened. He raised his eyebrows.

"Did you want me to?" The hero pressed, a smirk making its way on his lips.

"Tch, you wish." The villain laughed, as he forcefully broke the door of the closet and ran. The hero cursed under his breath and ran after him.

Prompt #49

(Late night working)

"Do you see where I'm going with this plan?" The hero pondered, moving his hands across the laid-out map of the city.

"Yeah, definitely." The villain reacted, nodding his head. The hero frowned.

"Revise the plan for me, then." The hero emphasized, tilting his head at the villain and waiting for the answer.

The villain faltered, "I-..." How was he to say anything when he'd been doing nothing but staring at the hero for the past half an hour? He couldn't pay attention when the man sitting in front of him was dressed in a suit with his top two shirt buttons undone, revealing his collarbones. He gulped, and glanced at the hero who was waiting patiently.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." The villain said, combing his hair. The hero stood up and walked to the kitchen to make himself a coffee. The villain did the same. He hugged the hero from behind, nuzzling his face into the other's neck. The hero visibly relaxed, as he waited for the coffee to brew.

"It's fine, I know we're both tired. It's been a long day." The hero mumbled, pouring the coffee into a Christmas-themed cup and turning to look at the villain.

“I’m still sorry though.” The villain sighed, and kissed him. The hero kissed him back, eagerly.

The coffee went unattended for the duration of the whole night, whilst the hero and the villain cuddled on the couch and slept away.

Snippet #7

(Part-1)

“Soooooo…you need my help?” The villain questioned, smugness plastered on their face. The hero had come banging on their doors at 5 in the morning, disheveled. A number of thoughts had begun to form in their mind, at the sight of the hero but they had pressed them down, and let the hero in any way. Oh, how they had fallen for the other.

“Yes, you could say so, I guess.” The hero replied, glancing around from where they were sitting on the couch opposite the villain.

"Oh, and why would I help you? What's in it for me?" The villain asked, their eyes glinting with mischief one could almost miss, but the hero saw it more clearly than ever.

Originally, the hero hadn't intended to come to the villain and beg for help. But, when the superhero told them that 'there was nothing they could do except, go to the villain for help if they wanted to take down the supervillain',they were forced to show up at the other's doorstep. They sighed and then inhaled the coffee smell that was getting stronger with every passing second. They gazed at the villain's cup, brown liquid omitting hot air into the room.

"Well, there is less competition for you when -if- we defeat the supervillain. What else would you want?" The hero explained, steadily. They suppressed the urge to yawn, as the villain sipped their coffee calmly. Cursing internally to the superhero, they waited for the villain's answer.

"While you're quite right, that there would be less competition for me. There would, however, inevitably be more enemies as well. So, my point is, I want something that would promise me a satisfactory future." The villain grinned, finishing. They put down their cup and watched the hero with anticipating eyes. For a minute, the hero stayed silent. The silence felt immense while the birds sang outside in the trees.

"And, what is that?" The hero pronounced, hesitantly, an annoyed edge lacing through their words. The villain was testing their patience on this awful morning, and they were not up for it. They should have just told the superhero to meet the villain themself, they thought. But, then again, the superhero gave them the orders, not the other way around.

"I want you to make a deal with me, that in the future, you will protect me from my dear enemies, as well as share your little secretive missions that are beneficial to me." The villain declared, confident with what they just proposed. The hero deflated. This was not what they expected, they expected something like a million dollars or entry to the city's security system. But this, this was very unpredicted.

"I get the mission part, but why would you want my protection? I mean, come on, you're the biggest criminal in the city, no one would dare to take you in a fight." The hero wondered, a bit confused. The room was quite dark, with little to no light. They could barely make out the villain's silhouette.

"Well, speak for yourself, sweetheart. You're one of the biggest and the most famous heroes of the city, of course, you'd be able to protect me if you wanted to. Every villain knows how honored you are for your missions. Some would go as far as to say they admire you, but that's beside the p-,"

"Do you admire me?" The hero interrupted, sudden curiosity making its way to them.

"I-, what?" The villain frowned, dumbfounded.

"I said, do you admire me?" The hero repeated, tilting their head. Honestly, what was going on with them? Why did they want to know? They should be finishing this ASAP and getting to their fucking bed to get a wink of sleep, they haven't slept in the last 48 hours for god's sake. But, here they were, asking the villain ridiculous questions.

"I mean, sure. Yeah." The villain said, shrugging. They picked up their coffee and started taking little sips of it. For some reason, they had begun to feel hot. This was so unexpectant of the hero, for they were always so professional. This was anything but professional, from what they could tell. And, perhaps, it was true. They always did admire the hero, just like they admired their dad, who was the superhero.

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 #47

"I can't tell if you’re telling the truth, anymore. Because, the last time you said 'I won't leave you’, you disappeared the day after."

Prompt #46

"Wait, why are you holding my hand?" The hero raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling up their lips.

"I-I'm not holding your hand, you're holding my hand." The villain babbled, a blush arising on their cheeks.

The hero laughed, "Oh yeah? Your hand just squeezed my hand though."

"Fuck off." The villain grumbled as they tried to move their hand out of the hero's hand, but the hero just grabbed it and shoved it into their chest, grinning.

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Snippet #6

(Part 1…?)

“We used to be best friends,” The hero murmured, gazing out the window of their room. The moon shining so bright, they tore their eyes from it. The light shining through the glass, illuminating the whole place up. They sighed. “Perhaps, something more intimate that I refused to put a name on. We both refused to.”

“Dad, were you guys more than friends?” The hero’s child, a fourteen-year-old, asked them. Their eyes animated with wonder, their lips curved up a little. The hero chuckled, as they patted the teenager’s head.

“You should go to sleep now, hmm? It’s getting late.” The hero murmured, moving from the place they were standing and striding to where the other was sitting on the bed.

“Buttttttt, I have to know.” The fourteen-year-old whined, shaking their head as their parent picked them from the bed by their arm, in one sweep. “Where are they now? Do you know?” They asked again.

“No, I don’t know where he is right now, and nor do I wish to.” The hero said, eyes filling with suppressed sadness, their voice cracking. They tried to stay calm as memories of their college days came crushing in all at once, fogging their whole mind. Suddenly, they felt dizzy as they let go of the confused teenager’s arm, and sat down on the bed.

It was now or never. Every time they had this conversation, it would end with the hero staying silent the end, not wanting to bring up any reminders of the villain. They could not tell the younger one, that their best friend was none other than the most wanted criminal in the entire city. It would be too much, for both of them. Every time the assignment of finding the villain was assigned to him, they would always decline it. They couldn’t afford to meet the villain let alone, catch them. It would break them, unwillingly.

Yet, they couldn’t bury it all down again. Not when the kid was getting nothing but smarter every day, wiser. Mature. It felt wrong to hide their history any longer than they had been. So, they took a deep breath and let it all out. They told the fourteen-year-old everything that he had been wanting to, everything they didn’t tell anyone else, not even their ex-partner. Perhaps, that’s why when their partner felt that they weren't the one the hero was looking for, they decided to set them both free.

The teenager listened intently, asking their parent questions here and there. Frowning at various times, and laughing at others. It was a roller coaster of emotions, if you asked them.

“So…you still love them then?” They questioned, eyes brows raised.

The hero glanced away, wiping away the tears that unknowingly left out of their eyes, “I wish I could say no, but yes. Yes, I do love-," Before the hero could finish his sentence, there was a big thud from the kitchen. The teenager glanced at their dad, their eyes filled with surprise.

They both quickly but quietly made their way to the kitchen, the hero in the front, while their child trailed behind.

When they peeked out behind the wall of the kitchen, the hero's heart stopped. The villain stood there, appearing smug.

Prompt #44

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Prompt #43

"Oh, shit. Is that a hickey on your neck?" The villain asked, eyes narrowing. He stepped closer, to take a more keen look. The hero blushed and nodded. The villain's eyes went wide, "Who-who gave you that?"

"You." The hero replied, his eyes filling with sadness. He took a deep breath. The villain's memory had gotten worse since the day he found out that the other had Alzheimer's. The doctors were hopeless because the villain was on stage 4 of the disease.

‘It can’t be helped anymore than the treatment that we have him on’, They had said. The hero had gotten mad, how could they lose hope when his villain was still this young? Couldn’t they do something about it rather than shaking their heads with pity plastered on their damn faces? The hero wanted to lash out, but, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t, not with the villain by his side, looking gloom.

"Me?" The villain frowned, and continued shortly, "But we haven't met since two days ago." The hero went close to him, his steps heavy and filled with anxiety. He raised his hand, and brought it to the villain's cheek. “My condition’s getting worse, isn’t it?” The villain murmured again, concern lacing his eyes. The hero shook his head.

“No, no. You’re right. We met two days ago, that’s when you gave me the hickey.” The hero whispered, kissing the villain. The villain kissed him back with tenderness. The hero broke the kiss, and saw the villain’s beautiful face now stained with too bitter of tears.

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Prompt #40

"Do you not want to give us another chance?" The villain questioned the hero, breathing heavily from the exertion they just went through. The hero walked towards him, seemingly out of breath as well.

"I would. However, the government wouldn't want me to. The job wouldn't allow me to." The hero sighed, stopping abruptly close to the villain. His eyes were a deep blue, and the villain felt himself staring instead of listening. His ears rang with white noise mixed with the hero's rough undertone.

"But..." The villain began, exhausted. His forehead glistened with sweat, his body, hot. He wished things would go back to the way they were, without either of them having to try, having to have this talk right now, but, it seemed impossible. It was impossible. He was tired of fighting like this, hurting each other(even though he always tried to refrain from any severe physical injuries, hell, no injuries at all if it was under his control).

"But, what?" The hero frowned, coming close to the villain, and sneaking an arm around his waist. He took a moment to admire the man in front of him before attaching their foreheads together. He let out a long exhale.

"But, I still have the offer standing." The villain murmured, the distance between them felt incomputable yet, restricted enough. A roaring silence followed as the wind passed through them.

"The offer...well. I can't join your side, unfortunately. I have morals and a reputation to keep." The hero whispered, and the villain noticed just how close they had actually gotten. He breathed out.

"You can always choose to change." This was not going in the right direction, and the villain knew it. He thought to say, 'Would you choose others instead of me?' but stopped himself short.

"I wouldn't want to… if I can be the better of myself by not choosing to change. I can't change for you." The hero replied, and it was all the reminder they both needed before they lunged on to their stances, and fought for their morals as the hero put it.

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Prompt #38

CW: implied sexual content

“You can’t top me.” The villain said, frowning.

“Yeah, I can.” The hero spoke back.

“No, you can’t-,” The villain insisted, getting impatient.

“I can.” The hero narrowed his eyes challengingly.

The sidekick looked between them, confused. “Can you not talk about your sexual intercourse positions in front of me? Goodness!”

The hero raised his eyebrows, cracking up. The villain laughed as well, turning a bit red. He shook his head, “We’re talking about who will score the most highest in the game we play every night.”

The sidekick stood there, staring in shock.

“And anyway, we all know who tops.” The hero winked at the villain, and the villain turned full on shade of crimson. He glared at the hero, but the hero just gave an innocent smile.

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Prompt #28

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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.

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