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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.  

COMPLIMENT IDEAS #2

Here’s some more compliment based dialogue to use in your writing: 

“I love that color on you”

“You make me feel at home”

“I’ve never seen eyes the same color as yours”

“You look so cute when you laugh”

“Has anyone ever told you you have really nice hands?”

“I’m not going if you’re not going, it wouldn’t be fun without you”

“How is your skin always so soft?”

“Whoa I didn’t know you could sing”

“You have a great sense of humor”

“I thought you said you can’t dance?”

“I appreciate you”

“Your breath smells really good”

“I’m so lucky to have you”

“You always have great ideas”

“I trust your opinion”

“I would never doubt you”

“You’re so clever”

“I’m rooting for you”

“You always know exactly what to say”

“I feel like I’ve known you forever”

Prompt #4

Villain was especially slow today. They had been off for the entirety of the week, but today it was like fighting a different person.

"Say," Hero asked in between punches. "Is something wrong?"

"Huh? Since when do you care?" Villain scoffed and landed a punch on Hero's jaw. They barely felt it.

Hero retaliated by punching Villain's gut, which caused them to grunt and double over in pain. Hero swore they hadn't hit them that hard.

They slowly approached their enemy, trying to look as nonthreatening as possible. Villain hated the pity in their eyes.

"Stay away from me." They growled and attacked Hero once more. This time, Hero didn't fight back.

Instead, they wrapped their arms around their nemesis, preventing them from moving. Even that small amount of pressure earned them a pained hiss.

"I didn't hurt you that bad." Hero stated. "Who did this to you?"

"That's none of your business-"

"Tell me." They demanded.

Villain sighed. "Supervillain."

"Your boss? I thought you guys were a team?" Hero questioned.

"A team?" Villain chuckled. "We're villains, Hero. As soon as I stop being useful, the alliance is over. Considering how many times I've lost to you this week, I'm lucky to be alive."

Hero felt their stomach twist. This was partially their fault. They knew they had just been doing their job, but they still felt responsible.

"You're coming with me." It wasn't a question.

"No way." Villain struggled against Hero's arms. "I don't need your pity nor your help."

"As a hero, it's my job to take care of those in need." Hero declared as they scooped them up into a bridal carry. "That includes you, whether you like it or not."

"I don't like it." Villain sulked.

"I know."

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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 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.

“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.

Keep reading

Outcast Heroine x her rival

The thought of inviting her, 

it didn’t even cross their mind, did it?

Heroine stared at the rest of her team, who never seemed to notice her existence. By the loud laughs and noticeable drop of seriousness, they were heading to the bar. Leaving her to be the only to work on their shared case. Again.

Who cares.

She will be the one who laughs at the end.

She might be the outcast here, but it only proved her worth. She works harder, she is more serious, she will solve this case. I will get to see the shock of her so-called teammates as she stares with cold, satisfied eyes.

She just needs to wait patiently until that happens.

Yet it somehow still hurts. And unwillingly, she caught herself stealing glances at the noisy group. Especially at one she thought would act differently. Her rival. 

He laughed with the others, seemingly forgetting her existence. He just never acted that way. He always argued with her, competed against her, sent her way his grin when he cracked a case and eye rolls when she beat him to it.

Called when she was sick, noted her insights, listened to her

But apparently there was a company he liked better.

Heroine’s tension calmed a bit when the noisy group finally left. She went over her suspect’s files again, looking for a loose thread. Loneliness was her curse, but mysteries her blessings.

The man she suspected was a history professor.

He is known to lock himself in his apartment and write books, rarely interacting with his colleagues and students.

The victim was a writer who’s newly published first book became the crowd’s favor immediately.

The two have barely known each other. 

But Heroine knew how deep jealousy could go. There were days she planned in her mind how she would hide the bodies of her teammates.

He had sent to someone else, the victim’s advisor- several ‘erroneous’ emails. They were clearly separated by words, but each was complete gibberish. 

Still, it seemed too weird, and she never saw an ‘error’ such as that.

She had earplugs, a workspace all of her own, and the calming feeling of unveiling another secrecy. 

Nothing could invade the mind, 

block any worries  and make someone forget about their existence like a good mystery.

She didn’t know how long she was in peace, until someone coughed from the other side of the room.

Rival stood there, with a lopsided smile, holding two cups of coffee.

“Something interesting?”

He walked to her desk and placed one cup beside her, having some awkwardness in his movements.

It was a cold coffee, with little milk and ice cubes.

He remembers-

“Oh, umm, thanks.”

Heroine cleared her throat.

“I have a hunch,”

She said, then questioned his motives.

“but it’s just a theory.”

He nodded slightly, getting the hint. But didn’t go yet.

“Well, you, want some quiet or-”

“Aren’t you going with the others?”

He blinked. Then shrugged, still having some awkwardness.

“I can’t let you be the only one who stays over. It makes me look bad.”

“Don’t blame your ugliness on me.”

“Ouch.”

He gave her a half-laugh, and sat in his place. There was silence for a little while. Heroine continued to go over emails, silently listening to Rival unpacking his equipment and playing with his pen.

“So, wanna share some ideas?”

He said it trying to sound unintrested, she noted.

Is this why you stayed?

“What’s it to you?”

“My job, actually.”

He expected a reaction for a moment.

Rival cleared his throat.

“I won’t take your credit.”

Heroine crooked an eyebrow.

“Promise. I wanna catch this bastard as much as you.”

Another’s comments may be helpful, and Rival, as cocky as he is, always kept his word.

“Come take a look.”

He came over, a little too quickly. Then leaned into her desk, right next to her chair. close

“The emails. There are several supposedly emails with errors, they make no sense and only contain one line or so, but there are too many of them.”

Heroine completely immersed herself in the mystery, trying to ignore the warmth she sensed from Rival.

“I tried to check some simple ciphering methods. The thing is, some words make sense when decoding them using straightforward letter-shuffling. But in each email there’s at least one word that never makes sense after deciphering.”

She passed him her papers, and he tilted down to examine it. For a moment, she could see his face from so close. Her gaze immediately turned to the printed emails.

“I highlighted these words. They are the only ones with special characters. If we decipher them, we might have proof that the suspect purposely wrote these emails to hide messages.”

“hmmm…”

His hand was quite close to hers, she realized, some part of her wanted to touch it. Learn exactly how warm he is.

Heroine took her coffee and drank almost all of it in one slip.

“He is not a mathematician, isn’t he? or a puzzler?”

“An historian.”

“It’d be tough to convince he made up a cipher.”

“True.”

“What did he research?”

“He had a fondness for royal families. He’d write about grand schemes and falls and such.”

“Did he write anything about Mary, queen of the scots?”

She tilted her head, trying to remember if she read about such character. 

“She’s been the queen of Scotland since she was six, but also wanted England. She got imprisoned and plotted to assassinate Elizabeth the first from a cell.”

“Well, you are knowledgeable, I’ll get you a paper star later,”

Rival rolled his eyes.

“but how does it help us?”

“She communicated her plot using a cipher.”

Heroine’s eyes widened.

“What kind?”

“Quite simple, but hard to decrypt- she used letter switching like you did, but she also made special symbols to refer to people.”

“So if we try to assign to each special character a possible name-”

“We’ll reveal the message.”

She was smiling. This mystery could be solved. Her hunch might be right. Oh, the looks on her teammates’ faces will be wonderful

“This is so much better than a drinking night.”

Rival chuckled, probably amused by my rapture as always.

Only now she noticed that he was smiling brightly, too. But it looked different. It looked softer.

She cleared her throat.

“We should get into it. I made a chart of how the letters shuffle, here, take, just think of things he’d want to hide and see if the texts make sense.”

She leaned over her desk, making a list of possibilities that jumped into her mind.

“Mind if I’ll work here?”

“Sure”

It only took an hour.

Heroine eagerly showed Rival her findings. A possible interpretation of the messages, in which the victim’s name and the place of the murder had code words.

Her hand rushed to her cup, only to see that it was empty long ago.

So this was it. She looked at Rival, and and he seemed a bit saddened, too.

“You can take some credit, you know.”

He waved his hand dismissively, packing his things.

“Nah. You’d figure it out anyway.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

Heroine started packing as well, already realizing she’ll immediately miss… whatever this is that they have now.

“Still, we… we did this together.”

Rival froze for a moment, staring at her with something akin to… awe.

“It’s yours,”

He smiled, incitement returning to his features.

“the fun is enough for me.”

They started walking together towards the door.

“More fun than drinking night?”

“Much more.”

Fortunately, their cars were in the same direction. There was still one more mystery.

“Why did you stay?” “Hm? I told you-”

“Seriously. You never stay overnight. You could actually be drunk right now, with, you know…”

The more amusing parts of our team

There was silence for a few moments, growing more noticeable every second. Rival was rarely out of words.

“It’s kinda nice when it’s just us”

Heroine stopped mid-walking and stared at him. It was her turn to be speechless. Is this…? Is he really…? 

“It is”

She agreed, eventually. Both of them stood on the road, blushing.

“We can… um… be tog- ”

She took a big breath.

“We can hang out the office. If you want.”

A small smile came back to Rival’s face.

“Yes. Sure. Great.”

MUCH better than drinking night

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