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Prompt #87

"Did you ever truly love me?" Villain asked in a chocked, broken voice as tears blurred his vision.

Villain saw raw sadness and guilt flicker into hero's beautiful features, twisting them up so her expressions were fully transparent. In that moment, villain felt fleeting hope that the two of us could love again, that we could be the lovers that she always wanted them to be.

But hero's face turned into a blank slate as soon as villain's hopes got up, turning devoid of the love that she once showed villain.

"No, villain" she whispered, turning her back to hero. "I never did. "

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Prompt #2228

“Oh honey, have you been out fighting another villain?” Their nemesis tutted. “You don’t want to make me jealous, do you?”

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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?

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“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.”

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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."

Prompt 185

"I know you miss me," they spoke carefully, each word a double-edged sword. "But you can't keep calling me whenever you feel sad, okay? It's time for both of us to move on."

The hero nodded numbly, hand clenched tightly around the phone. "Yeah, I know. But please wait. Don't hang up. I... I messed up."

i am this close to writing a book with the “hero gets betrayed countless times by the people they risk everything for and that one last blow just does it for them and they end up at villain's house, and villain says ‘they betrayed you, didn't they’ and hero just nods and after a few minutes of silence hero goes ‘i want revenge on them, all of them. not a petty, useless one; i want flames, i want war.’ and the villain who has been waiting for this the whole damn book goes ‘well then, my darling, then set it all on fire.’ ” trope

not a prompt, may actually write this but i can write something similar to this particular scene/trope