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Oooo I beg if you continue the story with the hero villain kid!!

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Hero wanted to collapse on the asphalt, on the curb, on the grass, on everything that caught their eye and had a horizontal surface. During the night, they had to stop a whole truck with just their body, and the sensations from this were not the most pleasant.

The power of the blow was mostly reduced with their hands; the speed was low, but that didn’t prevent them from feeling every bone in their body smashed. Fortunately, the durability of their bone tissue was higher compared to any regular human being.

As for the tension in their muscles, it has never been compensated with their super ability. And if after the accident they felt slightly sore, now, walking down the street to Villain's house, they felt their body fill with lead with every step. They were too tired to walk.

The whole move to a new place, the emotional swing with the villain and working as a hero – it was all too much. And like that truck, it's all going to come crashing down on Hero with all its weight at any second, pulverizing them without a trace.

They wearily entered the house, heading straight to the first nearest bathroom, whose location easily surfaced in their memory. They pulled off their mask with a trembling hand, squeezing it with weak fingers. They didn't want to look at themselves in the mirror, but they had to. They need to see Kid, check whether they’re okay, and how they slept. No matter how hard it was for the hero, they couldn't let their child see their parent like this.

Dragging their weight to the mirror, the hero looked at their own reflection. There were no bruises or abrasions on their face, and nothing else was important. A little extra clothing, and their injuries, which were probably hidden under their suit now, won’t be visible under regular clothes. Right now, their entire body felt like one huge bruise.

Turning on the faucet, they splashed cold water into their face, which created a slight tingling in the nerve endings. Hero tried to smile at themselves, as if all the pain would go away. As if they would look normal again, and continue pretending to be an ordinary person for their kid.

They tried to take a deep breath, hoping oxygen could displace exhaustion. Nothing but a dull pain echoed in their lungs, turning their usual breath into a cough. Pressing their forearm to their chest to drown out the traces of pain, they bit their lower lip.

After looking at themselves in the mirror once more, the hero clenched their fingers into a fist, persuading their mind to pull themselves together, right when their civilian clothes caught their attention. Seeing it in the reflection, they turned around and found their clothing where they had left it.

Changing clothes turned out to be even more painful than walking, but Hero didn't have time to drag it out and feel sorry for themselves. Leaving their suit right there, near the sink, they left the bathroom, mentally preparing themselves to go up the stairs.

When holding their breath, it didn't hurt them so much. Holding their breath every two steps, they could've possibly mountain enough strength to go up. And then, at the top, it will be easier to walk on the flat surface.

With these thoughts, Hero was ready to go, however deep inside they were still struggling. Reasoning the pain was temporary didn’t help at all, and even worse, distracted them from what was happening within the house.

Among the empty high walls, the voices were especially clearly audible. At first the hero thought it might be Villain’s household workers, but when they listened more closely, they could distinguish the muffled laughter of their own kid. Good sign.

It was this sound Hero decided to follow, trying to move their legs as if the bones weren’t going to crack under their weight any second. Kid's voice sounded on the first floor, and the hero was grateful to all the thing in the world their agony of going upstairs was postponed.

As they got closer to the source of the sound, they realized they were approaching the living room. Although they could hardly call it such way, considering almost every room in the house had sofas and armchairs. However not every one of them had a TV, the sound of which Hero could also hear now. Hobbling to the living room, they stopped at the entrance at the same moment as Villain's voice was appeared.

“I can't believe Sergeant Panda is using a marshmallow blaster instead of a moon amulet. It doesn't make any sense.” The villain reasoned aloud, indignation and a slight tinge of irritation sounded in their voice without affecting their visual calmness.

Their legs were relaxed on the floor while the back of their head rested against the back of the sofa, holding a half-eaten cookie in their hand and continuously looking at a colorful cartoon on the TV screen.

“I was thinking the same!” Kid declared, shifting restlessly in place and watching the image on the TV with no less interest. Next to them was a half-empty bowl of cookies, toys and a coloring book opened on a random page with lots of colored pencils. "But the friendship hail works best against Mr. Sinister."

Just a few seconds of silent observation was enough to dull the unbearable pain. It was this sight warming the hero’s heart the most and helping their wounds heal faster. The realization their kid is fine, they aren’t in danger, and they’re happy, could sooth any soreness, no matter how sharp and deep it was. Hero almost didn't mind Villain sitting next to the kid and discussing their favorite show with them.

The arisen grudge as a result of recent events hadn’t yet been extinguished, but right now Hero preferred not to think about it. All they wanted was to see their kid. Part of them didn't even want to tear Kid away from watching cartoons, but the hero couldn't stand in the doorway forever, letting the villain enjoy spending time with Kid all by themselves, either.

"What? Won't you even say hi to me?" Hero spoke in a friendly tone, leaning against the doorway and folding their arms in front of them, as if their chest wasn’t squashed by their every small movement.

“Parent! ”Kid exclaimed happily, sliding off the couch and running up to the hero.

Their small arms immediately wrapped around their parent’s shins, pressing their face against them. Hero patted the kid on the head with a smile and lowered themselves to the same level, now fully embracing them. Nothing could compare to the feeling of a small body tremulously clinging to the hands of an adult. The feeling is so pleasant Hero would agree to have another truck crash into them, just to feel the joy of meeting their child so vividly every day.

"Hi." The voice of Villain chimed in, while they were running their fingers through their own hair. "You look-" The hero's serious stare, pointing at Kid, silenced them. The villain had never seen the hero so battered and beaten, and all of this could be easily read in their expression. With Kid around, they realized they shouldn't have paid attention to it. "You look… passable."

Hero forced a laugh. They didn't want to let Kid out of their arms, but with their restlessness, the kid was eager to be free. They preferred to express their joy of the meeting with joyful splashes of hands and circling around Hero. With a warm smile, the hero smoothed their kid’s disheveled hair, getting back to their feet and finally noticing everything on the couch.

“Are you having cookies for breakfast?” Pointing to the bowl, they looked at Kid, then at Villain, wondering who would be the first to answer their question with an obvious answer.

Kid folded their hands behind their back, looking up at the ceiling and rocking back and forth, pretending not to notice the pastry.

"Well, yes. That’s what children eat, right?" The villain asked calmly, looking at the bowl of cookies with a stare, as if they were trying to figure out what was wrong with the food.

The hero wanted to chuckle, but neither fatigue nor dissatisfaction with such a breakfast allowed them. Ever since they left the old apartment, their kid had been eating something strange all the time, and the hero knew they were directly responsible for it. If not for their amount of work, they would’ve found more time for the kid to figure out what to feed them and inform the villain about it.

"Yeah, but not for breakfast." Hero tried to maintain the calmness with which Villain spoke to them. In the end, it was only their fault no one really controlled Kid. "Same for the cartoons. God, don't spoil my kid."

The hero walked pass Kid, who was now repeating the patterns on the carpet with their own feet, pacing it with unhurried steps, and spreading their arms to the sides for balance. Approaching the sofa, Hero squeezed the remote control in their fingers, turning off the TV screen and interrupting the phrase of one of the cartoon characters in the middle. Without further action on their part, the TV turned back on.

"I think they deserve it, don’t they?" It was clear from Villain's persistent look they were involved in the sudden appear of the self-consciousness of the TV.

Hero didn't want to answer. Just as they didn't want to argue that allowance to watch cartoons in the morning or eating cookies for breakfast wouldn’t make them an ideal parent. Everything inside them was screaming not to even try to start conversations on these topics, and their severe physical condition agreed.

Swallowing their refusal, the hero threw the remote back on the sofa lightly, without showing their true emotions and provoking another outbreak of muscle pain. The remote landed softly on the stuffed pillows, rolling down on them and placing itself right next to a plush toy, which Hero's gaze immediately fell on.

"Is this a new bunny?" Taking the toy in their hands, Hero spun it a little, making sure of the correctness of their conclusion. "What happened to the old one?"

The last question was addressed to Kid, who shifted around on one spot and stretched out their hands in an attempt to either grab the toy, or take it away and hide its existence. Without understanding the reason, Hero simply gave Kid the toy, which they immediately hugged to themselves, as if they had been looking for it for many hours.

"Kid said they couldn't find it-" The villain pointed their thumb at the stuffed bunny. "- and I asked my henchman to buy them a new one." Sitting on the very edge of the sofa, Villain looked with a restrained smile at how Kid, getting comfortable on the carpet, was trying to feed a real cookie to a not-so-real bunny.

Hero involuntarily looked at the kid at the same time. They had never noticed before how easily they could lose touch with reality just by watching their kid. The sane part of their mind was able to detect how Villain got up from the sofa, as if this action was what the hero was waiting for to speak again.

"But their bunny was in the suitcase." From the outside the villain didn’t change at all after hearing these words, but a slight ripple passed over the screen of the still-on TV, showing that they were listening. "Have you tried looking there?"

"Ohh. The suitcase." Villain pronounced it as if they tasted every letter. As if wanted to feel how it moves on their tongue and what muscles it sets in motion. "The suitcase." Their voice sounded concentrated, as if among the many suitcases they had ever seen, they were trying to remember a specific one.

When their thought process came to an end, their head twitched slightly. "No. haven’t look there." Walking around the room, they added. "It was late at night and Kid couldn't sleep. I panicked."

The word panic didn’t fit in with the balanced and sometimes even cold image Villain was trying to build. And from this discrepancy, the hero smiled sincerely; the pain choking them from the inside restrained their impulses to laugh at the top of their voice.

"Was it really easier for you to buy a new toy in the middle of the night than just trying to look for it in the suitcase first?" Hero asked with a kind smile, glancing at the bunny in Kid's hands, as if trying to see something special in this stuffed toy that would be worth performing such feats.

The villain didn’t understand the reason for the sudden mirth, and only nodded, accidentally turning off the light in the room. The lightbulbs immediately lit up again, but such a fleeting gesture prompted the hero that Villain wasn’t really as calm and cool-headed as they tried to seem.

"This is so... strange." Hero blurted out when their gaze caught the imperturbable features of the villain's face. Only now did they realize how calmly they were talking to their enemy. Villain only raised an eyebrow at the phrase, and the hero hurried to explain it right away. "You're just you." Hero gestured with their hands at the villain, as if this added some clarity. "Without any of these weird questions and suggestions."

"And you’re talking to me in the way you used to." Villain pointed out, the corner of their lips twitched in a slight smile. But this facial expression didn’t last long.

"I've been thinking about what happened over the last two nights." Their hands weren’t making any unnecessary movements, and their gaze was directed at one spot, without any attempts to glance at something else; however, their feet wandered aimlessly around the room. "You see, such behavior turned out to be as surprising for me as it is for you."

"How is it so?" Hero, who wanted to laugh a minute ago, has now significantly tensed up. Even the muscle pain seemed to have intensified.

The villain stepped closer, opening their mouth to say something, but whatever words were trying to form on their tongue were interrupted by Kid's joyful laughter. They didn’t speak, only chirped in a voice full of joy. They hardly needed any toys; their imagination drew everything for them.

"I think we should talk about this in private." Pointing with a glance at the kid, Villain slowly left the room in their usual manner.

Hero followed right after them, not daring to ask anything first. The forgotten emotions from the past days’ experience were coming back, reminding of everything that had happened between them and Villain during the time spent in the house.

Strange questions, a gun, a quarrel hovered in one part of their mind, opposite which were the care of Kid, the preservation of personal secrets and an invitation to the house. Two such different halves of one whole Villain didn’t connect in any way in the hero’s head. They were so exhausted by all these unpleasant surprises and dull pain, they didn’t even try to guess what Villain had to say.

They silently were walking along the corridor; no one made a single sound. Even Hero, with their aching body, was keeping themselves quiet. Suppressing the pain seemed so common they no longer saw the point of paying attention to it. Going further down the hallway, they realized Kid's voice had become quieter and this entire path they made was for the kid not to hear anything. How thoughtful.

"Have you noticed that the lights are always on? Even in those rooms where it’s unnecessary?" Villain spoke slowly; their voice sounded a little softer than usual.

They waited for an answer, and Hero was lost in what they had to say. They never paid attention to the light, but at the same time something inside prevented them from saying it directly.

The villain, unbothered by the silence, continued. "That's because I control all the electricity in the house."

With these words, it was as if they wanted to force Hero to come to some logical conclusion. But the hero didn't understand what Villain wanted from them, and their enemy sighed. "There is too much of it accumulating inside me and so that electrical appliances wouldn't burn around me, I need to constantly put my energy somewhere. But in the evenings I turn off the lights. Not everywhere, but in the most rooms."

Their words sounded disinterested, as if they were saying the most obvious thing in the world. "I didn't know that an overabundance of energy could result in... such way." At the last sentence, their voice gave out feeling of confusion.

"What do you mean?" Not feeling any danger, they pressed their shoulder against the wall, although they soon regretted it, feeling the nerve endings began to send pain along their skin.

"I’m just trying to say that too much electricity has a strange effect on me." The villain began to move in the hallway more vividly, pacing in circles on the spot and analyzing something, looking at the floor.

"At such moments, my brain works faster, and I don't always have time to think about what I want to say or do." Looking at the hero, they hoped to meet with understanding, but apparently Hero couldn’t fully realize what they were saying.

"At least, this is how it works, I think." The villain continued, wanting to hear something in response to more information. "Although what I've said to you over the last two nights, I really meant it." Shrugging their shoulders, the villain stopped in one spot. "But I guess I brought it up too soon."

Even with all this explanation, Hero was silent. But now, not from misunderstanding, but from the amount of information that was woven into a single thread, forming a complete picture. Everything made too much sense to be an unprepared speech that Hero would fall for. At the same time, more and more questions arose in their thoughts, in their mouth, bursting out and transforming into simmering anger.

"So it's all because of your ability?" The hero could feel the tone of their voice getting louder and higher. "What about our battles? Do you have no control over what you say with your henchmen either?" They were close to yelling, but the proximity to the room with Kid made them speak a little calmer, while not limiting them in gesturing with their hands. "And you want me to believe you were going to shoot my friend because of your overabundance of energy?!"

If it weren't for the pain piercing their whole body with needles, Hero wouldn’t have been standing still, agonizing emotions in their body keeping them from thinking straight. The inability to take drastic actions forced them to just stand there while their fingers were filling up with a mixture of anger and resentment. Their negative aura was too clearly felt in the air for Villain not to notice it. But instead of trying to calm them down, the villain just started to speak again.

"I'm glad you asked." There was sincerity in their eyes. They spoke slowly, either letting Hero calm down, or wanting to annoy them more with the delay. "During our battles, I used my power as a weapon, so it was spent in the exact amount I wanted it to." Villain smiled weakly, as if remembering something nice and meaningful in their life.

Hero didn't share their enthusiasm; it was hard to force themselves to listen further without being distracted by the overwhelming anger they were trying to suppress. Emotions had to fade with every word, but something inside didn’t allow to let go of the negative feelings.

"I only meet with my henchmen at work." The villain continued. "And I control all the energy in that building, too." This conversation was much easier for them, and the more they answered questions, the closer they were getting to the hero, as if checking how long they could restrain themselves from hitting.

"But you're right. Perhaps I went too far with pointing that gun at your friend." Villain no longer tried to speak indifferently, putting as much regret as possible into their own words. "I'm sorry. I really am."

Hero never thought they would be grateful for the pain piercing every molecule of their body. Anger didn’t subside even after those couple of minutes Hero tried to persuade themselves to calm down.

The hero was filled with anger at how clear and simple everything was coming together. Anger at what Hero had done over the past few days and how unacceptable their current feelings of rage were now. They knew they had nothing to be irritated about anymore, and ironically this drove them mad even more.

They were breathing heavily, trying to chill, while anger blurred everything before their eyes. All of Villain's words sounded to them now as confirmation that they were wrong, that they had said a lot in vain, and that all this time they were the one who acted strangely. Hero felt angry, but now only at themselves.

"You should really get new clothes." The hero didn't even notice when Villain's hand landed on their chest, brushing their fingers over the washed fabric.

Hero also didn't notice how they kept their eyes closed the whole time. For some reason, the villain's touch didn’t seem so strange to them now, but it didn’t become something ordinary to feel either. They took Villain's hand away from themselves without rush movements, stepping away just a little.

"Thanks. I'll think about it later." Such a sudden topic of conversation made all the anger in their voice evaporate. “I have to go to work first."

The hero didn't know what time it was, but they weren't lying, although they did want to leave and think about all of this alone.

"But you just got home." Villain remarked, the tone of their voice suggested a detailed answer was expected.

Hero almost missed these words as they was walking down the hallway now. Part of their mind was already in thoughts, and the other was at work, and there was no attention left for something third. Nevertheless, they stopped, standing up to the villain in half a turn.

“I’m talking about my ordinary work.” The hero spoke wearily; then they smiled weakly, realizing that for Villain it wasn’t that obvious. "The one I make money with."

Saying these words was almost as painful as the moment when the truck crashed into them. Just thinking about their job seemed like torture, and actually doing it would be an impossible task. Hero managed to force themselves to finally accept Villain's invitation to live in their house, but they definitely weren't going to take someone else's money for a living. And no matter how difficult it was for them, it wasn't the first time they went to a regular job in such a state.

"By the way, aren't you going to work?" Hero asked, realizing Villain had been spending the last few days only with Kid. "Don't you have any villainous deeds?"

This wording made the villain chuckle. "I can afford to take a little vacation." They seemed to understand the hero's emotions, and therefore deliberately gloated with their relaxed smile. "I still don't know how to deal with kids, and I need time to figure it out."

Despite the slight malice hidden behind Villain's eyes, Hero felt something warm waft from these words. All their emotions were twisted to the maximum when it came to their child, making them too soft and sentimental. And even when these words came from the villain, the hero felt incredibly grateful that someone else was worried about Kid when it was extremely difficult for Hero to cope with everything.

"Thank you." Hero said the simple words. Too simple to fully express what they really felt. "Thank you for taking such good care of Kid."

The hero was close to hugging Villain. This raging whirlwind of all-encompassing emotions Hero was able to experience for a small amount of time turned them into a mess, too sluggish to think sensibly. All they wanted was to hug the villain now, but apart from uttering a couple of words, the hero didn’t dare to do anything else.

"You're welcome." Villain replied kindly.

In the next second, something happened the hero didn’t expect, but which for some strange reason they didn’t want to interupt. The lips of their former enemy pressed against their cheek, so carefully and slowly, as if the most precise work of defusing a bomb. One awkward movement and an explosion would happen, and in the case of the villain, their own bones would crack.

Hero didn't know what they were supposed to feel at that moment until the discharge went through their entire body. The sensation was not like pain; rather like every particle of their blood became palpable and began to flow through their veins much faster. This feeling made them want to take a deep breath; oxygen penetrated the cells at such a speed, there wasn’t enough time to fully inhale it.

All the heaviness in the muscles immediately spread out over the limbs, splitting into such small grains they were lost among other cells right away. Hero felt a charge of energy that made it hard to stand still; every part of their body was eager for action.

“What was that?” The hero didn't fully understand the voice was their own; it sounded too fast and energetic.

"A little electric discharge to cheer you up." With a restrained smile, Villain ran their fingers over the hero’s shoulder. "You needed it for your work." With these words, the villain left, heading back to the room with Kid.

#I was wondering why it was taking so long to write and guess what #it turned out to be about 4 500 words long #these two really needed to talk thou #thanks for the request!#request #writing request #writeblr #writing #writing prompt #villains and heroes #heroes and villains #hero x villain #villain x hero #hero/villain #villain/hero #hero's kid #kid

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quintchess · 2 years

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Writing prompt #18

Warning: captivity

"Ah, Hero. It's so nice of you to come." The villain drawled with barefaced pleasure, hastily typing something on the dashboard to the sounds of the mechanism being triggered behind them. The text appearing on the massive screen seemed more significant to them than the captured hero, whom they never deigned to look at.

Hero, meanwhile, trapped, was actively trying to free their hands, not seeing them behind their back, but feeling the rope wrapping around their wrists. If only they could reach the penknife hidden in their pocket, the whole task of extrication would be much easier. The time to think about their own actions was evaporating with every bit of protraction, and the end of it came right when Villain finally met their captive’s gaze, depriving them of any attempts to free themselves.

"I suppose you're wondering what my plan is." Putting one hand behind their back, the villain entered a combination on the dashboard with a couple of precise finger movements, opening images with a detailed explanation of their plan.

"What a stupid cliché!" Civilian exclaimed, nervously tapping on their knee with their fingers.

This scene was one of their favorites in this movie, but the very quality of its performance couldn’t let them just relax and continue eating popcorn in an unobtrusive observation of the plot.

"Why do villains always do this? Don't you understand that Hero is going to escape and interfere with all your plans in the end? They always win, do you really think you got lucky this time?" Civilian was indignant, talking to the TV screen, as if someone could hear them or the movie could rewrite its own script in the blink of an eye.

"You're only saying this because you've already watched it." Their friend pointed out, carefully watching what was happening on the screen and sipping from their cup of coke. They weren’t so interested in minor conventions as to agree with the civilian's words.

"No, I'm saying this because it's stupid in general and in such situation I would -"

"And what should be done? I'm all ears, go on.” Looking at Civilian with a slight hint of disbelief and simultaneous interest, Villain leaned on the dashboard, interrupting their monologue dedicated to Hero.

The civilian forgot how to move their tongue and reproduce sounds when they discovered they were no longer in their living room, but were standing directly between the villain and the hero.

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quintchess · 2 years

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Writing prompt #17

"Hero, look at me." Villain's cooing voice called to them, echoing off the walls and placing itself inside their skull. But the hero didn't try to turn their head even slightly in the direction of the spoken words. They were too busy picking up scattered things around the room, quickly and carelessly putting them in their places. Hero’s hands were wrapped in glowing matter emanating under their skin, and every five steps they were shaking their hands, trying to extinguish the release of energy. "Hero. Look at me." The same voice repeated, this time more insistently, with less friendliness. Barely perceptible threads of irritation pierced the letters of each word. The hero heard the voice, but couldn’t understand what it was saying; everything seemed to float in a fog. Their hands continued to burn, and no matter how much they tried to stop it by cleaning the room up, nothing could bring calm to their mind to extinguish that unnatural flame at the tips of their fingers. "Damn it, Hero!" The exclamation, uttered through clenched teeth, was followed by a thud on the surface, with a sound resembling metal. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" The hero finally got distracted, irritably keeping their shoulders raised, their eyebrows tense, while their entire silhouette and hands were telling how anxious and confused they were. Only now did they remember the world around them existed at all. Their gaze met the large floor-length mirror standing in their bedroom for them to dress up in the morning. But now the reflection wasn’t matching their own, displaying Villain’s figure, trapped behind the smooth surface. "Yes, I did." There was suppressed anger in their voice, keeping them from starting to beat their fists on the mirror in an attempt to break it. "Don't look at me like that!" The hero blurted out, pressing their palms to their body and actively rubbing them against each other to get rid of signs of their power. Their guilty gaze was glued to the mirror now. "It wasn't me who snuck into your house in broad daylight! You caught me off guard, what else was I supposed to do?" The villain didn't answer. Their fingernails scratched the surface of the mirror with a piercing crack that could shatter the reflection into pieces with its sound alone. Hero tried to breathe deeply, to forget about what had happened, and to think only about the voices of their friends coming from the next room.

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quintchess · 2 years

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Writing prompt #16

"Go play with your... enemy while the adults are talking." Hero ordered quickly, practically shoving Sidekick into the room and closing the door behind them shut.

Before the sidekick could say anything in protest, a click from the other side of the door could be heard, sounding so much like a key turning in the lock. It was pointless trying to open the door now, but Sidekick had to try anyway, as if their mental state depended on it. Several quick pulls on the door handle didn’t change much.

"Hero, wait! What do you mean?" Their falsely calm voice was giving away the slight hue of worry. They knew they wouldn’t get an answer, and their legs immediately lead them to find a window. A window to serve them as a conductor to clarify at least something and help them check whether the hero could deal one-on-one with the villain.

The window to the outside was located only a couple of feet from the door, and the sidekick approached it in no time, pressing their palms into the flat surface and desperately looking for sights of the hero somewhere.

“Calm down.” A voice appeared close, so close Sidekick was surprised they hadn't noticed another person in the room before. “This is a staged fight. Haven’t you been told?"

"What?" These words made the sidekick tear themselves away from the glass for a moment. However, their gaze never gave up attempts to look outside from time to time in the hope of seeing a familiar figure.

Examining their interlocutor, they realized it was the villain’s henchman, and they were sitting on the floor, assembling legos and twisting the instructions for the planned construction in different directions, as if trying to figure out from what angle to look at it.

"They do this every weekend." Henchman shrugged weakly, determinedly searching in the box for the piece shown in the picture. "If you look closely, you can see cameras filming them."

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quintchess · 2 years

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hero pretending to be villain's pet to piss superhero off?

bonus if hero's a little bit of an attention whore, and is in a relationship with villain

Request #3

"What do you mean no?" The hero whimpered, holding onto Superhero’s shoulder, barely supporting their own weight. "I told you earlier that I can't work overtime today. I had plans for the evening!"

Hero's paltry almost watery eyes begged for allowance to go; their lower lip trembled slightly. But Superhero, having gathered all their strength to look as unperturbed as they could, only unhooked the hero's fingers from themselves. “You know perfectly well that this is your job. The sooner you interrogate that criminal, the sooner you'll be free.”

Hero barely had enough reflexes to catch their balance when their hands so quickly lost the support they just had been holding on to. Eyeing at the superhero, who looked professionally cold, Hero blinked several times, as if this was their only way not to fall apart.

Words like a bullet hit their abdominal, leaving not a hole, but a whole crater burning their insides and sucking up their being. They were more than a perfect worker, never late for work, never disobeying orders. With the background of an entire track record like theirs, such an attitude felt more than unfair.

“Ask someone else. I'm not the only one working here." In a calm but demanding voice Hero clung to the last opportunity to persuade their superior. Hope of choosing the right words to help them leave this place still caught up in their throat, not ready to be unalterably swallowed.

“You're wasting your time.” Superhero replied with a heavy sigh, sorting through the folders with documents displayed in alphabetical order. When they reached the right one, they pulled it from the shelf and handed it to Hero, who hesitated for a while to get their hands to touch the folder. “Take it.”

The hero groaned as they took the papers. They wanted to throw this folder on the floor, slam their fist against the wall, and scream. Their whole being was stubbornly convincing them they could leave right now, with no one able to tell them otherwise. They had worked hard enough to deserve such privilege. But part of them remembered how important their work was and how much power the superhero had over them; their authority couldn’t stand even the slightest hints of confrontation. That part of themselves Hero hated the most.

Clutching the folder in their hand so hard, they could leave a clear imprint of the shape of their fingers on it, the hero forced themselves to walk down the hallway towards the interrogation room. The muscles of the whole body burned, and the legs refused to step forward, making an excessively loud stomp in an empty space. Their whole body was becoming insufficient for the anger that filled their blood vessels and spread freely through their limbs. Hero almost felt sorry for the person waiting for them in the interrogation room.

Taking an earpiece at the entrance, which was mandatory for communication with Superhero during interrogation, Hero opened the iron door, flew into a murderously bright room, and slammed the door behind them shut with such force, it could make plaster fly off the walls. Throwing the folder with the documents on the table in front of them, they heavily sucked in the air, still refusing to believe that they were forced to be here.

Hero ran their palm along their face, not paying any attention to who was in front of them. They didn't care about anything, except that they already hated the person sitting across the table for ruining their evening. For getting caught at the wrong time and wasting Hero's time.

Squeezing fingers until their knuckles turned white, the hero forced themselves to open their mouth, but not a single word came from them when they finally saw who was sitting on the other side of the table.

“Surprise.” Villain smiled charmingly, lightly waving their handcuffed hands. “Bad day at work?”

From the villain’s equanimity, Hero almost choked on air, quickly removing the earpiece from their ear and clutching it tightly in their hand to drown out any sounds. “What are you doing here?!” Despite speaking in a whisper, a hidden yell was very clearly caught in their voice.

Villain intertwined the fingers of their own hands and rested their elbows on the table, leaning closer to the hero and, replicating their manner, whispered back. “What does it look like? I'm picking you up from work.”

With these words the hero tightened their grip on the earbud in their hand; one sudden movement separated them from crushing the device. “You do understand that I got stuck here because of you?” The semblance of a yell was gradually disappearing from their voice, but all the emotions of indignation and injustice clung to them still.

The villain opened their mouth, inhaling soundlessly and pretending to be offended. “It is not true.” They lightly tapped their palms against the table, keeping their voice low. “You would’ve stayed at work anyway, and you know it.”

The hero slowly leaned back, settling themselves more comfortably on the chair. They knew the other tasks definitely would’ve been found for them, and of course they would be too important to save them for another time. It happened nearly every work day, and Hero never complained except for tonight when they had plans and told everybody about them beforehand.

They'd be lying if they said they weren’t happy to see Villain here. Like cold water, they calm down the fire of hatred flaring up in Hero’s guts, ready to destroy everything in their path. However, nothing could completely rip the emotions from Superhero's refusal out of them, and they’re still trying to find the switch deep inside, able to turn off negative emotions.

When the hero spoke, their palm slid across the table, looking at the villain's case file in front of them. “So what's the plan?”

The villain smiled, too radiant and inappropriate to Hero's mood. “In about 15 minutes, Right Hand will pick us up from here. Until then…” They slowly stretched out both hands along the table to touch the hero's hand with their fingertips. “We could have some fun.” Their head didn't move an inch, but their gaze pointed in the direction of the double-sided glass through which they were being watched.

Hero didn't have time to answer, interrupted by the sounds of a speaker installed in one of the upper corners of the room.

“Hero.” The voice was distorted by mechanical noises, but it wasn’t hard to guess it belonged to Superhero.

They were on the other side of the glass and watched the whole process for sure. The hero knew their whispers couldn’t be heard through the poor quality sound system installed here, and, apparently, the people watching the interrogation were tired of this silent show.

Hero put the earpiece back in their ear, pretending they were still conducting an interrogation. But their thoughts were already in a completely different place. The opportunity to fool around with Villain until they get picked up from here, in a matter of seconds, erased all signs of anger from the hero. And the mere idea of their actions possibly playing on the superhero's nerves, charged them with additional energy, making it hard to sit still.

Hero was beaming with joy and anticipation, and it took them a while to put themselves together and overcome the excessive emotions in their voice.

“You look tired.” The villain decided to speak first. Their voice sounded soft, not depending on how they were no longer trying to hide their conversation from the audience. “I could help you.”

“And how exactly?” Hero was surprised at how calmly they managed to say that, even though they still had to bury their face in their shoulder at the last word to suppress a smile playing on their lips.

“Oh, these hands can do magic.” Villain cocked their head slightly to one side, showing their open palms. “But first you need to take these handcuffs off of me.”

The hero couldn't help but chuckle, enjoying all of this way too much. For a moment they thought they could give themselves away with that; but then they looked at this from a different angle, from which their laughter could sound like a mockery of such a silly request.

“Hero, don't get distracted.” The superhero's bored voice sounded in the earbud, clearly dissatisfied with how no questions contributing to the interrogation had been asked yet.

For Hero it was a clear call to action. If Superhero didn’t want them to lose their focus, then that's exactly what they will do. Even if the villain’s presence could help them cope with the cutthroat wrath, anger for the superhero hasn’t gone anywhere. The memories of the recent conflict only fueled Hero's desire to awaken in their superior the same emotions that had overwhelmed them just a few minutes ago.

“I don't have a key.” The hero pointed with their eyes at the villain's handcuffs, propping their chin with their hand to hide the smile trying to decorate their lips.

“Prove it.” Without hesitation, Villain replied, keeping an innocent smile that hid so much more behind it.

Trying to put on the same mask of discontent they had when they came here, Hero reluctantly got up from their chair, moving it aside with a sharp gesture of their hand. From the outside, it might seem they were furious with this request, but in reality, all they could think about was Superhero's reaction and Villain's devouring gaze.

Their own hands dropped on their shoulders first, then moved smoothly down to their chest, inspecting every inch of their body and going too slowly lower to look like a simple proof of the absence of the key. It took Hero a lot of effort to keep a neutral face under the villain's gaze. And yet they remained cold; their face showed nothing when their palms were running over the pockets on their hips and demonstrating they were empty.

Tracing a circle in the air with their finger, Villain wordlessly asked them to turn around, and the hero complied right away, giving them visual access to their back pockets. They couldn't see the villain's face, but could feel the eagerness with which they studied the hero’s body through the fabric of their clothes and imagined how Hero's hands were their own.

“Hero, what are you doing?” A heavy sigh and a voice suddenly appearing in the earpiece made the hero shudder slightly. The obvious irritation in Superhero's voice made them realize their plan was working. That served perfectly as an obvious hint to continue the show. After all, the hero still hadn’t achieved the desired effect.

“Let me take a closer look.” Villain cooed when they met with Hero's face again.

The hero nodded, slowly approaching them closer, accompanied by the sounds of orders to stop coming from their earpiece. They didn't know why no one had come and shoved them out of here yet. Perhaps Superhero, watching them, hoped Hero would come to their senses, but the hero themselves didn’t even consider this to be an option. They reveled in the voice of their superior, that sounded more like a yell with every passing second, and couldn’t help but triumph from the realization they could anger someone with such simple actions.

With an undisguised grin, Hero sat down right on the table in front of Villain, moving their own arms to the sides and letting the villain touch them however they wanted. The look on their face was obviously saying how such an action was unexpected even for them, but unlike Superhero, Villain smiled contentedly, placing their hands on top of the hero’s pants. Their fingers didn’t rush to check the pockets, giving them the opportunity to do it with their eyes first.

Normally, the hero would’ve looked into their eyes, enjoying the depth of the gaze, but now they could only glance in the direction of the double-sided glass. They desperately wanted to see the superhero's expression at this moment. To see how they barely restrained themselves from starting to destroy furniture. After all, no one knew about the hero's relationship with the villain, and to find it out by means of such a performance would be very... surprising.

“Take it off.” The villain smoothly ran their palms over the hero's chest, then slowly removed their hands from their shirt, letting them do all the work. “I want to make sure that you really don't have any keys on you.”

At this point, Hero was smiling too broadly to pretend they wasn't doing this on purpose. Their hands were effortlessly unbuttoning their own shirt, and when there was a grating sound in the earbud, indicating Superhero had removed the intercom on the other end, Hero stopped halfway. They knew perfectly well what was going to happen next, and while they still has a little bit of time left, they cupped Villain's face in their hands and quickly pressed their lips to the villains.

A lot happened in the next second. The door swung open, letting an enraged Superhero into the interrogation room. Concrete crumbs fell from the ceiling, in a matter of seconds, forming a hole through which Right Hand could be seen. And the villain kissed Hero back, grasping at their shirt like it was the only thing keeping them sane.

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Writing prompt #15

Hero added a couple more branches to the growing fire and hung an iron pot over the flames. They had a well-functioning stove in their house, but there was something beautiful about lightning a fire in front of a forest stretching for miles away. The hero saw this picture every morning, but even the whole time in the world wouldn’t be enough for them to grow tired of the view.

After a quick glance at the fire and making sure that it hadn’t got too big yet, Hero went back into their house, only to get a folding chair. Placing it next to the dinner warming over the fire, they folded their hands on their stomach and leaned back slightly, feeling pleasantly tired from the working day.

They allowed themselves to close their eyes for just a moment, but that was enough for the uninvited guest to quickly approach them unnoticed. Villain was breathing heavily, not knowing what to do with their hands and how to catch their breath, there was no time to waste, and as soon as they ran closer to Hero, they immediately started talking.

“Hero..!” It was difficult to speak, but they tried, especially after seeing the hero's worried face in front of them. “I really… need your.... help...”

The hero stared at the villain and couldn't find the words, as if they were the one who had just run straight for miles. They held Villain's elbows, feeling a lack of words on their own tongue. They wanted to ask about too many things, but ended up asking a question that bothered them from the start. “How did you find me?”

“I... I...” Villain's voice was trembling and stammering, but from the look on their face, it seemed that the reason for this was no longer their shortness of breath. “I… need your help.” The villain repeated, looking behind themselves almost every second and wanting to get straight to the point rather than answer Hero's question. “I made a deal with the devil...”

“You what?” The hero wanted to be indignant, but all emotions disappeared from their voice, their eyes widened when they saw the fire they had built began to flare up rapidly.

The fire in a matter of seconds turned into a burning column of flames, flaring up more and more, until a silhouette resembling a person appeared in it. The devil with a restrained smile came out of the fiery vortex and stepped closer to Villain.

They lips parted to say something, but when they noticed Hero, they lighted up considerably, saying something completely different from what they had originally planned. “Good to see you again, Hero.”

The villain's whole body was trembling, but they still forced themselves to turn their head in the hero's direction and abstract themselves from the situation for a while. “Do you know each other?”

“Why do you think I moved to the wilderness with no living soul around?”

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If you don’t mind, would you care to continue prompt 5. I would love to know villains reaction to seeing hero walking around. Also, here’s a donut 🍩. 😊

Writing prompt #5.2

Part 1

“Wow, Hero! You are so strong, awesome, and… strong!” The hero rambled incoherently, easily shaking their head from side to side, helping thoughts form better in their head.

They were sitting on the hood of one of the cars, trying not to speak in their own voice, and when the moment came to answer their imaginary interlocutor, they quickly moved to another part of the hood and pretended to be flattered. “Aww, Villain. It's so nice to hear such things from you!”

Hero childishly dangled their legs, not reaching the ground just a bit. They yawned a couple of times, but didn’t let their tiredness interrupt their conversation with emptiness. “I like your suit so much!” Hero deliberately spoke too enthusiastically, not forgetting to change their voice and move back to the other half of the hood.

“What are you doing?” A voice that no longer belonged to them spoke.

So engrossed in their conversation, the hero turned their head in the direction of the sound; but their gaze remained in the same spot. “Oh, nothing special. Just talking to Villain.” Hero waved their hand, hinting that they didn’t want to be disturbed, but then their gaze turned to the figure standing next to them, and their eyes became glass-like.

“Villain!” Hero abruptly climbed with their feet on the hood and pressed themselves closer to the car, feeling the embarrassment instantly rolling up to their face. “H-how long have you been standing there?”

The villain didn't answer, cocking their head to one side with some unhidden interest. They studied Hero as their tongue and lips formed the words. “You called me here.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement in which there was a demand to explain the reason for the meeting.

And while they were waiting for the answer, their eyes were carefully examining the hero. They could easily tell they saw the same heroic suit, but the body shape covered with it seemed slightly different, and even the face, always protected with a mask, looked not as usual.

“I wanted you to…” Hero slowly began to get off the hood and hesitated when they saw the gaze on themselves. “What?”

The villain seemed to be just waiting for this moment. Taking their time to better study the voice they heard, they finally spoke. “Is it really you, Sidekick? All grown up, I see.”

The hero instantly felt their entire ribcage soften and crumble somewhere inside them, turning them into a shapeless mess, completely defenseless. “I-I'm not Sidekick! I'm Hero! And I’ve always been!” They hoped that by speaking a little louder, they would be able to fake their confidence, but their voice trembled treacherously.

Villain nodded thoughtfully, but not as a sign that they agreed with Hero. They had their own thoughts on this, and the more they looked at the hero, the more convinced they were of their own rightness. “You're a different height and your voice gives you away.” Stated Villain, assuming that Hero would like to hear what made their lie questionable.

“Ah, shit!” The hero cussed, folding their hands in front of them. The only thing keeping them safe was the fact that no one knew their real name, but having the villain so easily guessing their previous identity couldn’t mean anything good. “Okay, you got me. But I'm a hero now, so it doesn't matter anymore.”

The villain raised an eyebrow, pretending to be surprised. “And where is the actual hero?” Their hands were tucked into the pockets of their own suit while their stare was glued to the hero, trying to figure out if they were wearing the exact same suit as their predecessor.

“They were promoted. And Organization decided that I was ready to take their place.” Hero said it too happily; but then they remembered they were sharing this news with their enemy, which made them feel uncomfortable.

They rubbed the back of their neck while their eyes darted from side to side, looking for something to focus on. “Anyway, I don't agree with them. I don't know much about this job yet.”

“And you want me to help you with this?” The villain suggested, losing patience with how much Hero was rambling, in every possible way delaying the most interesting part of their monologue. In fact, Villain didn’t know the reason why they were here, and the assumption they made was absolutely out of the blue.

“Yes. Actually, yes.” Every time Hero imagined this conversation, they saw themselves getting embarrassed at this part, but in reality they were caught off guard by such an accurate assumption. “Hero is too busy with their new duties to deal with me, and you seemed to be the only one to ask the help from." The hero glanced at Villain for a moment, but immediately lowered their gaze, looking at their fingers as if seeing them for the first time.

“Aren't you afraid of me? The villain smiled bitterly. “I'm almost insulted.”

“No, I mean… I AM afraid!” The hero rattled off quickly, waving their hands in front of them to justify themselves. “But you’re the only villain who has never kidnapped me or Hero. And you've never tried to really hurt or kill us. I thought you were better than the rest of the villains.” Hero took a deep breath and, after thinking over the words they had said, abruptly turned their head away, considering that they shouldn’t have said half of what Villain had just heard.

The villain grinned contentedly, noting for themselves that they liked this new hero. They couldn't remember the last time they had seen newcomers be so afraid to say or do something wrong. All the local heroes were too confident and too trained to show their emotions so openly.

The villain came closer, pretending that they were still looking at Hero's suit, but now they wanted to see the real emotions taking over them.

“So you want to be like Hero?” The villain spoke each word slowly so Hero would definitely not miss any of them. Their fingers sluggishly found the hero's hand, carefully but firmly squeezing their fingers.

“Yes…” Hero whispered unintentionally, losing control of the volume of their words. Something about Villain's movements and the timbre of their voice made Hero regret that they had agreed, and had originally called Villain to this parking lot.

They knew they had to maintain eye contact with the villain, but the depth of their eyes was too addictive, and Hero was afraid to plunge into the abyss. They couldn't feel their own hand, and couldn’t realize when Villain took it in theirs.

“Good.” The villain smiled briefly, watching Hero's growing anxiety. Their pupils were trembling, and their body froze, petrifying at such an unacceptable closeness to the villain. “I'll teach you.” With these words they painfully slow licked the tips of Hero’s fingers, while still looking at them.

The hero wanted to say something, but they immediately forgot how to form letters into words when Villain's hand found its way to their waist. The fingers of their enemy slowly crawled over the fabric of the suit, burning the skin through the material and lightly digging their nails in it. The hero exhaled softly but quickly, pressing their lower back against the car, they didn't know what to do, and whether they should have done anything at all.

The villain smoothly approached closer, leaning almost to Hero's ear. “Lesson one.” Their even breathing touched their neck, and Hero, unable to withstand the speed of their own heartbeat, closed their eyes.

It took less than a second for their eyelids to flash back open when the blaster from their weapon belt was tightly pressed to their chest. “Never let yourself get distracted by your opponent.”

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quintchess · 2 years

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I really like the color you have on the background and what not.

Why, thank you!

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hey! do u think u can continue request #1? i loved it sm 🫶

Request #1.2

Warning: drugged, captivity, experiments

Part 1

Something soft was flooding Hero’s mind, keeping their eyes closed. Something about their condition was so soothing that they didn't even try to break out of it. There were no sounds, or images around them; only emptiness, freeing from all thoughts. The hero couldn’t understand or feel their own body anymore, as if their mind was all that’s left, completely merging with the entire world of peace.

They would never want to wake up feeling too at ease, but something was trying hard to disrupt their found balance. A soft beeping sounded somewhere very close, and at the same time too far away, almost unreachable to make out exactly where the sound was coming from. Hero forced themselves to open their eyes, unable to stand such a quiet but annoying noise any longer.

The fog still enveloping their head, they could barely make out the outlines of objects, while their own skin burned from the internal flame. Instinctively, they pulled their hand up to their face to brush away the heat and all the heaviness that flooded their mind, but soon they realized that their hand hadn’t moved an inch. The steel plates clung tightly to their wrists and feet, making their slightly trembling fingers tingle.

Wiping the nonexistent sweat from their forehead with their shoulder in an attempt to shake off the burdensome feeling, they blinked a couple of times, trying to get used to the burning bright light from the ceiling.

Blurred silhouettes of people walked around with measured steps, carrying piles of papers from one table to another, too distracted by their own duties. Hero had a feeling like their awakening wasn’t noticed, and, taking this as an advantage, they decided to take a closer look at things.

The hero could hardly turn their head; even their eyes refused to work, periodically closing under the weight of still-like eyelids. This state was like a dream in which they tried to run, but their feet were getting stuck in the ground harder with every move.

The fear inside was almost completely suppressed, and only a small amount of adrenaline still helped Hero not to close their eyes completely. They couldn’t remember what had happened to them and why they felt so strange, but they knew something was off.

The movement of their limbs was uncoordinated; they barely realized when their fingers were moving, as well as they didn’t notice when they inadvertently jerked their head, feeling a significant number of dense wires come into contact with their neck.

Throwing their heavy head back with difficulty, they partially brushed the edge of the chair with the back of their head, feeling the threads of cables going under the layer of their skin.

Their body was too limp to worry about what exactly these wires were. All the hero knew was that such things definitely shouldn't be sticking out of their flesh. Pinching the wires between the chair and the vertebrae of their neck, they confidently jerked their head forward, immediately causing a fleeting headache. They suppressed the urge to whine, feeling a slightly warm liquid trickle down the back of their neck.

The pain from the jerk provoked a faster heartbeat, causing the squeak that initially woke Hero to appear more often. The part of the skin into which the wires went was now throbbing significantly. The hero began to feel the foreign tubes stuck in them more clearly and realized they had failed to remove even one of them.

Leaning forward from the burning on the back of their neck, they clenched their fingers, unconsciously wanting to bring them to their head, and yet they whined softly, barely forcing their vocal cords to work.

"I don't advise repeating it." Villain's voice sounded thoughtful.

Hero slowly raised their head, almost mechanically trying to find the villain among the other people. They didn't know why, but the familiar voice, even if it belonged to their enemy, helped them gain more control over the situation. They still barely felt their own limbs, but Villain's voice seemed to make something inside them click. Hero felt like the villain could explain to them what was going on.

Villain, as befitted the tone of their voice, meaningfully rested their hands on the table and watched the progress of the henchman's work on the monitor. The hero tried to figure out exactly what they saw on that screen, but their own vision refused to work.

It seemed like they couldn't breathe and keep their eyes open at the same time. The weakness in their whole body made them sleepy, but Hero knew they simply had to do something.

They pulled their heavy body forward and, gritting their teeth, Hero tried their best to free their hands. They knew that even in a normal state they wouldn’t be able to break metal, but they stubbornly didn’t want to succumb to their condition.

They knew that nothing would change from their feeble actions; only the heartrate on the screen slightly increased. The sound in unison with their heartbeat caught their attention again, causing Hero to lean back wearily in their chair.

They eyes were closing against their will, helping them to stop the dizziness a little. They could no longer see what was happening around them; only the quickening pulse that was pounding in their temples and at the same time was displayed on the screen, maintaining their fragile connection with reality.

Their heart was pounding faster and faster, completely out of line with their external condition, in which even breathing became difficult.

Relief came when someone else's fingers touched their cheek. Such an insignificant touch was able to put everything in its place for them. The hero couldn't remember their thoughts anymore; they just wanted to reach out to this touch, so soothing and helping not to worry about anything.

They weren't paying attention to everything that was happening around them, and their heartrate on the screen began to slow down.

Watching the effect produced by their touch, Villain smiled discreetly, slowly running their palm over Hero's cheek and carefully watching their condition on the monitors. “It looks like everything is working better than I expected.” The villain said softly to themselves, pleased with the progress of the experiment.

They could’ve watched such an infirm Hero melting under their touch for a long time, but soon had to turn their gaze to one of their henchmen when their voice sounded.

“Boss, we’ve gained access to their memory.”

***

Civilian stood uncertainly on the threshold of the house; white noise sounded in their head, and their legs barely kept their body upright. Everything was like in a fog, not letting them fully understand where they were. They knew they were standing in front of a closed door, but they didn't know why.

Perhaps there was something important hiding behind that door, something they needed to see. Their hand reached for the doorbell and pressed the button. The sound hit their ears too hard, and Civilian immediately pulled their hand away, but by that time the door had already opened.

“Oh, my God! It's you! I was so worried about you! Where have you been? You disappeared for two weeks!” Civilian listened attentively to the person's voice, trying to understand what it all meant.

Before they could say anything in response, the person's arms were already hugging the civilian tightly, like they were the most precious thing in the world. Their uncontrollable sobs sounded next to Civilian's ear, but the civilian themselves, even with all their desire, couldn’t understand the reason for such emotions, and why they didn’t feel anything like this in response.

“I'm home, right?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course you're home!” The person's voice trembled lightly with tears as they looked at Civilian's face, wearing a blank expression on it.

“They got into a car accident.” Villain’s voice intervened, standing a couple of steps below Civilian. “They spent two weeks in the hospital while doctors checked them for having any injuries. Everything is fine, except for a minor memory loss.”

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Can you continue writing prompt 11 with the villain and the hero who cut off their ring finger?

Writing prompt #11.2

Warning: captivity, missing limb

Part 1

Villain slowly brought Hero's hand closer to their face, as if with every passing second they hoped that something would change. Releasing the hero's chin from their grip, the villain ran their fingers over the gap in the hero’s hand, making sure that the finger really wasn't there. Villain inhaled heavily and slowly; a smile flashed on their face for a moment, so short-lived, but so frightening.

Villain gripped their captive's hand tightly with just two fingers, but there was so much force that they could break bones at any second. And if Hero hadn't been so exhausted, they probably would’ve tried to free their hand, but instead they could only grab hold of Villain's forearm, hitting them with a weak punch. “How much of an idiot do you have to be to cut off your own finger?”

The villain's eyes were burning a hole through them, ignoring everything in their sight except Hero's face that didn't look hopeless now, and somehow was driving the villain mad even more. “I hate you, but not that much to hurt myself. I lost it in a battle.” The hero, all this time pressed against the back of the chair, leaned forward. Triumph sounded in their soft voice. “Watch where you aim next time.”

Hero allowed themselves a grin, but their mistake was to keep that expression on their face for too long. Villain slapped them across their face, and even though the hero was too exhausted to react properly, their voice let out a muffled whine. It wasn't from pain, but from surprise. They felt the anger enveloping Villain, but they couldn't help but enjoy themselves in front of their enemy now, even though there could be consequences.

The villain took a deep breath, suppressing all internal emotions, and took a step back, not taking their eyes off the hero. In a small room where there was practically nothing, it became unusually quiet, as if time itself froze from the increasing tension, coming from Villain.

The sound of rain hitting a small window pane broke the silence, sounding too loud in contrast, that it seemed it could drown out the barely audible music, honoring the celebration. It was hard for Hero to make out exactly what it was, but it sounded like someone was practicing playing the violin.

The hero was sitting quietly in their chair; their smug smile was gone as they felt anger growing inside the villain, and this anticipation of disaster was unbearable. But instead of the expected outburst of anger, Villain laughed with a smile so sincere that Hero felt uncomfortable. They didn't dare to move, watching the frightening scene and seemed to even forget how to breathe for a moment.

The villain's eyes, unlike their lips, didn't smile at all, making their face look artificial. They ran their fingers through their own hair, taking another deep breath, then with the same hand grabbing Hero's shoulder and squeezing it hard as if they wanted to stop the blood flow in the limb.

“You won't get away with this.” Villain hissed through clenched teeth and slammed the hero against the back of the chair, their gaze still riveted on them until the moment Villain left the room.

Hero rubbed their bruised shoulder, clicking their tongue and immediately turning their gaze to their hand with the missing finger. The simple look at the gap between their digits made their insides ache with the memories of the pain that Hero had once experienced. They almost told the truth when they said how they lost their finger in a battle. But they didn't mention that they actually cut it off themselves.

The pain was unbearable, but they knew they were losing that fight, and they would be forced to marry the villain again. They simply had to prevent it. They hardly hesitated, knowing that there were people on their side who could heal even severed body parts. And as soon as Hero gets out of here once and for all, they will immediately get their finger back.

But for now they needed a way to escape from this room. Fortunately, they freed their leg chained to the iron chair without difficulty. Even their drowsy state didn’t interfere, partially blurring the objects falling into their field of view.

When they were about to be chained to this chair, Hero distracted the guards and closed the shackles on their own, making everything look like they’ve been chained already. And the guards believed them. Or perhaps they deliberately left the hero a chance to escape, hating to work for Villain.

Hero opened the shackles, their leg was free, and if this part of the plan was clear to them, they barely had any idea what to do next. Their head is heavy, thoughts hardly form into something understandable, and there is practically nothing in the room.

Villain had studied all their past escape methods too well, and this time they tried to deprive Hero of everything they could use. The window was too small even to squeeze a hand through. There was no other way out of here, except for a large heavy door leading to the hallway.

Hero heaved themselves out of the chair and braced their palms against the door, looking for a handle to grab onto. Their consciousness barely helped them, and even when their hand was on the handle, they stayed still, trying to figure out what to do next. They tried to push the door open, and when it didn't budge, they slammed against it with their shoulder, gathering all their remained strength.

A few pushes on the door did nothing, and, as the hero suspected, the door was locked. They examined it, trying to see if there was anything they could use in their advantage, but the door was too heavy to try to take it off its hinges or punch through it. Walking away from the door on trembling legs, Hero desperately punched it with their fist, feeling the bitterness rising in their throat.

With no way to get out of here, they no longer thought it was a good idea to sever their ring finger. It bought them time, but it didn't ruin the wedding completely, and Hero was ready to scream from the bubbling emotions, but their voice was too weak for that.

They felt like something was scorching them from the inside; however, they just couldn't give up. Their eyes searched the room for something that would help them to get out, but apart from empty walls, a bolted iron chair and a food cart, there was nothing here.

There had to be a way out, otherwise there would be no hope left for the people outside. The last hero of this world couldn’t just give up, becoming someone else's trophy. This wedding was nothing more than a way to humiliate them and show people how much their hero had fallen; how they had become the property of the villain.

The hero began to breathe more often from these thoughts, not wanting to put up with them. They looked down at their clothes, whose mere sight made them want to tear the fabric. Hero grabbed at the material, but their hunger-depleted muscles were unable to tear anything.

Then they went into the bathroom that was so tiny, it could hardly fit one person. There was no mirror, but the hero didn't want to see what kind of doll they had been turned into.

Turning on the faucet, they splashed water in their face, and then actively began to spoil their own hairstyle with wet fingers, desperately wanting to change at least something in their fate.

Cold water flowed down their face, dripping on their clothes and leaving dark spots. If Villain wants this wedding so much, then Hero will do everything to ruin their pleasure from attending it. They will look as bad as possible to get on the villain’s nerves.

They tried to reassure themselves that their actions at least would affect something. But they knew their appearance was not the main thing here. They slammed their palms on the edge of the sink in resignation, lowering their head down and for a while doing nothing but listening to the sound of running water.

It was then that it dawned on them. The idea that arose gave them the strength to leave the bathroom and take the food cart. It was empty, and Hero didn't know why it was still standing in their room. But now it was just what they needed.

They weren’t capable of breaking the sink with their two hands, but a few hits with the cart should be enough. Rolling the cart back, Hero slammed it into the sink with all the force that was left in them. Then again. They felt the energy leaving them with each hit, but the hope of changing something wasn’t allowing them to stop. Eventually, the sink split into several pieces, which fell to the floor with a clang sound.

Hero picked up the sharpest piece, walking up to the door with it. The material was too fragile to break such a massive and heavy door, but now they at least had a weapon. And as soon as Villan gets back here for them, Hero will know what to do.

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quintchess · 2 years

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Hero didn't expect the kid to fall asleep so quickly. Just a moment ago they were happily running around their new room, showing no signs of tiredness. But as soon as they got wrapped in their parent's arms, they fell asleep right away, curled up into a ball. Apparently, the emotions from having so many new things exhausted them too much, plunging them into sleep at the first opportunity to stop for a moment.

At least that's what Hero told themselves. They wanted to believe that Kid fell asleep so fast naturally, and not because the hero had been thinking about the same situation for so long that anyone would’ve fallen asleep. They could picture Villain holding a gun so clearly, as if they'd been there at that moment.

Hero couldn't remember the villain using firearms at all, but their words about not always committing crimes for the hero to see, made everything much clearer. Hero’s greatest fear was to get their ordinary live intersected with their hidden occupation. And now this was exactly what happened when their friend met the villain.

The hero wouldn't stop thinking about a chance that if they suddenly do something wrong, it won’t be difficult for Villain to find Friend again and hurt them. Just to test the hero. Just to enjoy the suffering of their enemy. Despite the fact that them villain had given them and Kid a home, they were still a villain who could do almost anything for their own satisfaction.

All these thoughts were exhausting, but at the same time they didn’t let them sleep. Hero felt their own muscles go numb and could no longer hold Kid in their arms, even though they were ready to lie with them like that all night long.

The hero got up slowly and in the same manner put their kid on the bed, trying not to disturb them too much. Removing the blanket from the upper tier, Hero covered Kid with it, stroking their small fragile shoulder through the fabric.

If it wasn't for them, Hero wouldn't have been able to cope with everything that was going on in their life. Raising a child alone was hard, but at the same time, the hero always knew that someone was waiting for them to come home. And no matter how hard they were beaten, they always knew why they were continuing to fight, seeing their kid's enthusiasm for even the simplest things.

Hero wearily ran their palm along their face. The remnants of anger still raged in them, and the fear of leaving their kid alone in a stranger’s house kept hunting them, but they had to leave for their night patrol.

They were a hero with their own responsibilities, after all. And even if the Organization considered them an unsuitable candidate for this job, they still had to go outside to keep the night in peace. Probably, they were the only hero in this city who hadn’t been hired officially and wasn’t receiving any money for their actions. But with their strength, they simply couldn’t stay at home and do nothing.

Turning off the light in Kid's room, Hero headed to a place, the only one to which they remembered the direction. Villain’s bedroom. Their suitcase with their suit was still in there. No matter how much they didn’t want to go there, they had no other clothes that somehow would resemble a hero’s outfit. The floor in this house wasn’t creaking, and Hero felt grateful that their footsteps couldn’t be detected.

The door to Villain's bedroom was unlocked, and the hero slowly opened it, checking that no one was inside. The light was on, allowing Hero to effortlessly find their suitcase next to the massive closet. They were wondering if Villain planned to move their stuff in there.

When Hero began sorting through their things, they made sure that everything was still there. They really needed to talk to Villain about giving them their own room. Any room, as long as they won’t have to share it.

Taking out their mask first, the hero couldn't help but sigh sadly at the sight of the large number of stitches covering the fabric. Their enemies could hardly see them, but Hero knew about their existence and remembered too well under what circumstances they got them. The fabric wasn't the most expensive type, but they preferred to spend all the money on their kid than make themselves a new suit every week.

Putting on the mask, they began sorting through things in search of a suit, which soon they were holding in their hands. Unlike the mask, there were much fewer stitches on it. But the thing was that the hero actually had to change it more often than the mask. They were usually beaten up so badly that only shreds of fabric would remain, without a chance to be sewn together into something whole again.

“May I watch?” Villain uttered, their voice soft, as if they knew for sure that Hero wasn't aware of their presence and could flinch from the unexpected sound.

“Excuse me?” Hero was completely confused, forgetting about everything at once. Lowering their hands with the suit, they looked at Villain over their shoulder, as if they didn’t ever expect to see them here at all.

“May I watch you change?” The villain, who was standing at the entrance of the room, took a couple of steps forward. “Nothing personal. Only professional interest. I've always wanted to see a hero’s scars for my own. To see how much the peaceful life of ordinary people costs.”

Hero was silent, stumbled by such a request. They did have scars. In fact, they had more of them than areas with clean, untouched skin. Hero was used to not noticing them, but they had never considered them their adornment or dignity, and now for the first time they heard that someone would want to look at it.

A slight shiver went through their whole body, as if they were ashamed of the state of their own skin. But they quickly got back to reality, remembering who they were talking to.

“Even if I wasn't mad at you, I wouldn't allow you. There’s nothing to look at.” Hero turned their head back a little abruptly, holding the suit in one hand and getting up from the floor.

Villain grinned, taking a slow step forward. “I'm sure your body has a lot of stories to tell.” The villain kept their distance, not getting too close. “I would like to know if you have any injuries, not related to your work. Perhaps, if your knee hurts every day because you unsuccessfully fell off a bicycle in your childhood. Was your parents kind to you, or do you have healed bruises that are still painful too touch.”

“Stop.” The hero kept their head down, speaking with barely concealed anger. Villain's attempts to crack their shell was getting on their nerves. They weren't going to reveal anything about themselves that would give their enemy an advantage in the future. They still had a truce only inside the walls of this house, and nowhere else.

“I see.” Villain nodded to themselves, making their own conclusions. “You're still mad about the situation with your friend.”

“You're observant.” The hero didn't looked at them directly. They wanted to leave this room to peacefully change into their suit, but they knew from the look of Villain that they had something to say, and a small part of the hero wanted to know what it was.

But instead of saying anything, the villain silently took the gun out of their pocket, as if it was something insignificant. They came closer to Hero and with a confident movement put the gun in their hand, taking just a step back.

“Go on. I know you want it. Shoot me, and we'll be even.” Villain looked unperturbed, as if it wasn't the first time a firearm had been pointed at them. “I don’t know how to talk to you when you are like that. So don't waste your time.”

The hero tried to listen to Villain, but they seemed to be speaking a different language. Hero didn't know why they had a gun in their hand, but when their own mind helped them catch up, the hero almost threw the gun on the floor. “I'm not going to shoot you! Even if I really wanted to, I couldn't.”

Hero's ears were burning from this confession, but the villain only tilted their head slightly to the side. “It seems that you are not completely honest with yourself. I saw the hatred in your eyes when you pinned me to the wall. I'm more than sure that if you had a gun back then, you would’ve fired.”

The hero closed their lips tightly, not wanting to think about what would’ve happened in that hall if they had a gun. “This is different. I didn't want to kill you. I wanted to break the wall with your body.”

“Oh? Then would you rather break my bones?” There was a slight smile on Villain's face that the hero couldn't explain. “You know, I remember how you broke my arm. Did you like it? Do you like breaking bones?”

Hero gripped the gun tightly in their hand, and, in order not to succumb to temptation, they threw it into a corner. “What are these questions? What are you trying to achieve?”

The villain seemed to like the danger; otherwise it was impossible to explain why they kept to behave like this next to a person who could easily lift a bus with one hand. “I just want to get to know you. I want us to get along so that it will be easier for you to live here in the future.”

“Right now it looks like you're provoking me.” Hero stepped aside, approaching the exit of the room.

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quintchess · 2 years

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i humbly ask of you to make a continuation of request 2, and if you want to, make it a little spicy..

Request #2.2

Warning: NSFW

Part 1

As if electrocuted, Villain jumped away from the hero, saying nothing for a couple of seconds and only staring at their face blankly. "Don’t touch me, icicle!" They shouted, looking for something to catch their indignant gaze on. "I don't want to stuck to you again."

They were still sitting on the ground, but quickly deciding to get up, feeling awkward from pulling away all of a sudden. Only now did they realize that Hero's lips weren't that cold.

"Oh, come on! It happened only once." The hero laughed a little, pressing their hand against the asphalt and getting on their feet as well. "Besides, you stuck to me then because you caught me off guard. I wouldn't do that on purpose." Shaking themselves off, Hero sneezed from the ash falling from their hair and, despite the fact that Villain liked the color, they shook off most of it.

The villain put their hands in their pants pockets, noting that Hero looked acceptable for somebody who had just been in a burning tent. And yet they felt they had to ask. "Are you sure you're okay? If you want, I could take you to the hospital."

The hero pointedly touched their head and then their torso in different places, checking that nothing was hurt. "Yes, I'm fine. A little dizzy, but not critical."

"Good." Villain clearly wasn’t too happy with the answer, despite it being a positive one. "It's just that I noticed you're not as cold as usual today, and if you still need artificial respiration, then…" Villain didn’t finish their sentence, feeling like it already was clear enough.

Hero smirked and leaned towards them, putting their hands behind their back as a sign of not going to interfere. "I think I do. You know, just in case." By that time, Hero's face was only a couple of inches away and Villain was glad to reduce this distance to a minimum.

Pressing their lips to Hero's, they pulled them closer by their waist, trying to fully sense their cool temperature. Their usual frosty breath was so chilling that Villain could often feel their own lips getting numb from the frostbite they were receiving. But now Hero felt like a light chill rain that could cool the earth heated by the scorching sun.

Hero's soft lips readily responded to the kiss, while their hands were relaxed on top of Anti's forearms. They squeezed them lightly, allowing Villain to lead. Their warm tongue moved on the surface of the hero’s lips, slightly cracked from the cold. Hero felt the heat coming out and willingly parted their lips to let the heat further, but Villain pulled away at the exact same moment.

"I'm chill now, you're definitely fine." The villain was sorry for the part that they had interrupted, but they and Hero were still wearing their masks, and people walking down the street shouldn’t have caught them like this during the kiss.

Hero let go of Villain's hands, not opening their eyes right away. They felt something like a spark inside themselves that never grew into a full-fledged flame. Hero tried to focus on that feeling, but it went out faster than they could figure out what it actually was.

They finally opened their eyes and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." After looking around, they breathed a sigh of relief from not seeing anyone near. "Thank you again for saving me. In return I won't be mad at you for starting the fire."

"Speaking of which." Villain cocked their head thoughtfully to one side. "Why couldn't you get out of there? Isn't your superpower the perfect solution for fighting a fire?"

Hero ran the tip of their tongue across their palate, still feeling a slight hotness in their mouth. "It seems my power is weakening from spicy food."

"What?" Villain laughed. "I could use that to my advantage." He winked at the hero.

Hero clicked their tongue sarcastically. "But it’s unlikely that I will eat something spicy again before meeting you. So don't get your hopes up."

"Does it work with warm food too?" Villain asked, walking around Hero and examining them as if the answer was hidden in their appearance. "Is your power working now?"

Interested in the question, Hero raised their clenched fist in front of them and abruptly opened it. A bunch of snowflakes started to fall from their fingertips, flying chaotically in the air. The snowflakes were tiny and quickly melted from the temperature around them.

"Yes, it is, but not quite well. I haven't checked what will happen from a warm food yet."

Nodding thoughtfully, Villain walked around the hero and headed away. "Let's go"

“Do you have something on your mind?” Hero hurried to catch up with them, looking ahead and trying to figure out where they were going.

The villain didn’t answer, silently following the path only they knew. Hero knew they were going to an unknown place with their enemy, but something inside them was telling them everything would be fine. They couldn't fully trust Villain, but they didn't seem dangerous right now.

They stopped next to a large black jeep, which Villain removed from the alarm with the help of their keys. Opening the car’s door, they took a thermos from the front seat, unscrewed its lid, and poured tea into it. A light steam was coming from the drink, as soon as the lid than now became a cup was filled. Villain handed it to Hero. "Drink this."

"How do I know it's not poisoned?" The hero asked with a silly smile, holding their arms in front of them.

The villain rolled their eyes and pointedly drank the tea, then poured some more into the cup. "See? Not poisoned. Now drink. If you don't know how warm stuff affects your power, then we just have to find out!"

Carefully taking the cup, Hero looked at them suspiciously. "You have to promise that we are doing this out of curiosity, and not for you to use it against me later."

"Of course. I promise." Usually, it was always clear from the tone of Villain's voice how they felt, and now they didn't sound like someone who could lie.

Hero paused, trying to feel the warmth of the tea through the cup. As expected, they couldn’t sense anything, and therefore didn’t wait, immediately sipping the hot beverage. The temperature barely felt on their tongue; there was no heat that should’ve spread inside them, as they were told before.

"You know, I've been thinking." Villain said, opening the back door of the jeep. "Why couldn't you get out of the fire on your own? I know your power was off, but you're a hero after all! Shouldn't you be able to get out of this kind of situations?"

Hero curled their lips to one side, thinking about the answer. They were wondering why they let the fire surround them while they were just standing there. It really was a stupid idea to stand in the middle of a blazing fire without the possibility of retreat.

But then they remembered that shining orange flame, beckoning with its beauty. It was simply impossible to tear themselves away from the image. Hero felt embarrassed by their own thoughts and sipped their tea in one slow, long sip. "I just wanted to feel the warmth." Hero shrugged, not really understanding what that was supposed to mean.

"Warmth? You don't feel it at all?" The villain got on the car’s back seats, getting comfortable and offering the hero to sit next to them with one glance.

"No, never." Hero didn't know why, but they got into the car, leaving the door open. Perhaps Villain's friendly behavior affected them to act so recklessly.

They sat in silence, unbroken by anything but Hero's quiet sips. The jeep was parked in a dead end where there were no people who could notice them, so they had no reason to worry.

Remembering why they were drinking the hot tea, Hero looked at their hand and tried to freeze an ice, but instead of a full-fledged cube, a half-melted shapeless mass appeared on their palm. It looked like a warm drink could really affect their ability, but on the inside they still felt nothing.

The villain slowly leaned closer, moving away the collar of the hero’s shirt with their thumb, and placing a soft kiss on the crook of their neck. Hero flinched, feeling something light up in them and then going out. They turned their head towards Villain, looking at them, confused. "What are you doing?"

Villain left their hand resting on the hero's shoulder, gently running their nails over their bare skin. "I thought that if you wanted to feel the warmth so much that you were ready to burn alive, then I could try to give you a different way to feel it."

Hero nervously gulped, they knew their skin was cold, and even now, with their temperature being warmed up, prolonged contact with their body could freeze. "It might be an unpleasant process for you."

"If you start to get warm there will be nothing to be afraid of." Anti smiled confidently, leaning closer to the hero and slightly biting the skin on their neck.

Hero inhaled sharply, setting aside the empty cup. Trying not to interrupt the villain, they carefully leaned aside and closed the car door, finding themselves in complete silence. Placing their hand on Villain's shoulder and loosely squeezing the fabric on it, they let the villain continue.

They slowly began to cover the hero’s neck with kisses, trying to warm it with their hot breath. Carefully nipping at the skin in different places, Villain smoothly descended lower, searching for the hero’s collarbone.

Hero breathed evenly, sometimes squeezing the villain's shoulder and trying not to cover it with an icy crust. Working their fingers on their free hand a couple of times, Hero wanted to touch Villain, but realized that their fingertips were still too cold and could ruin the mood.

They sighed heavily as the villain ran their tongue over their collarbone, sucking on the thin skin next to the protrusion. Hero felt their own breath getting faster, and something was lightning up inside them. Perhaps it was the warmth they were craving, but the feeling was still too weak to say for sure.

While Villain was busy studying their collarbone, their hand slowly crawled lower, going down to the edge of Hero's shirt and lifting it up a little. Their fingers felt too contrasting, and Hero wondered if their own skin was really that cold.

They were dying to touch the villain directly, but were afraid they could ruin everything with their icy fingers. Biting their lower lip, the hero gently brought their hand to Villain's hair and squeezed it lightly.

They didn't know if their touch was still cold, or if the villain wasn’t complaining, but seeing no sign of protest, they squeezed the locks tighter, breaking into a smile of pleasure. Their heart was beating faster and faster, when Villain's lips continued to explore every square inch of their skin. Their fingers moved smoothly along the hero's ribs, as if trying to count them.

Lightly pressing on the skin, Villain ran their tongue back up along Hero's neck to briefly look at them with a satisfied look and press their own lips to theirs. At that very moment, the hero felt a fire break out inside them; they felt alive, but the appearing heat was quickly becoming not enough.

Putting their hand on the villain’s shoulder blade, Hero pulled them closer, leaning back and lying down on the back seats. Fortunately, they were big enough to fit on them.

Villain's tongue slid along theirs, filling their whole being with blazing heat, and making their lips burn with desire. The hero could no longer hold back the quiet moans. The feeling of warmth was too pleasant to remain silent.

Actively pulling off Villain's shirt, the hero stopped on their shoulders, not wanting to break the kiss. Instead, they ran their palms along the villain's back, enjoying their heated skin. This feeling was maddening.

The hero could no longer lie still; they were tightly pressing Villain to themselves, holding at their shirt and actively moving their feet on the seats. The villain pulled away with a wet pop sound, taking off their shirt and throwing it aside.

They were breathing heavily, smiling at Hero and their flushed lips that for the first time had a normal shade. After striping the hero of their shirt, Villain pressed their lips to Hero’s ribs, covering them with quick kisses. Their hands were busy pulling down Hero's pants.

The hero barely remembered what happened next, except for their own moans and Villain's hips moving rhythmically and rigidly against their own. Hero forcefully squeezed the villain's shoulders and hugged their lower back with their ankles, pulling them even closer.

Now a real fire was burning inside them. Hero didn't have enough air, as they felt hotness for the first time. Villain's movements became more and more abrupt; their voice sounded as often as the hero's, but it seemed like only their moans drowned out everything around them.

"Yes! Please don't stop!" Hero begged while the villain was crashing them hard into the seats; the heat mixed with pleasure spreading throughout their body.

The sound of skin-on-skin slaps filled the entire interior of the car. Hero bit on Villain's shoulder, their legs trembling and tightly hugging the villain's lower back more and more. Their movements became more sloppy as time passed; they fastened their pace, reveling in Hero's moans and their vulnerable look. The last few movements caused the hero to break into a loud scream.

They dug their nails into Villain's shoulder blades, clinging to them as the only possible way to keep the fire inside them burning. The wetness on their thighs warmed pleasantly. Villain was breathing heavily, catching their breath and gently kissing the enemy under them.

Hero pressed their legs firmly against Villain's hips, still moaning softly from the feeling they had experienced. "Please don't pull away. It feels so warm." The hero closed their eyes, smiling contentedly.

Villain smirked, gently brushing their fingertips over the hero’s cheek. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." With these words, they wearily lay down on top of Hero, enjoying the warmth of their body and trying not to crash them with their whole weight.

#ooohhh you said a LITTLE spicy #oh well #not sorry #it's twice longer than usual #writeblr #writing prompt #writing #villains and heroes #heroes and villains #hero x villain #villain x hero #hero/villain #villain/hero

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quintchess · 2 years

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Hi there friend!!

I really liked the hero, villain and kid story you have, are you considering continuing it? I just can't get enough!!

- 🥀

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Hero had to take a taxi to get home as soon as possible. Their pulse was pounding in their temples. They didn’t realize what they were doing, couldn’t notice anything around them, and only regretted not asking Villain for their phone number.

The hero couldn't sit still, nervously tapping their foot against the car's floor and periodically asking the driver to hurry. Taking a taxi didn't seem like such a good idea anymore. With their level of anxiety, they could’ve run, they would’ve had enough adrenaline for that.

After paying the driver, the hero jumped out of the taxi, passing through the security guards located near the fence towering around the house. This mansion seemed even bigger now compared to the day they first saw it.

The numerous rooms and staircases were puzzling; Hero didn't know where the villain could be. But they didn't have time to think; they immediately rushed to the house. Crossing the threshold, the hero shouted loudly. “Villain, where are you?” Their tongue wasn’t working and they muffled some of the sounds, overcome by their feelings and shortness of breath from running.

Without waiting for a response, they ran up the grand staircase to get to the second floor. The hero vaguely remembered the exact location, but they knew for sure that Villain's office was somewhere on the top floor; they said they liked to spend all their free time there.

Before Hero could decide where to run next, Villain’s figure appeared in the hall; their gaze confused. “What’s wrong? Something happened?” The villain went towards the hero while they were trying to remember the words to explain the whole situation.

“Yes! My friend said someone threatened them with a gun and took Kid away! I don’t know where they can be!” Hero was breathing heavily, trying to speak every word quickly, not to waste precious time, but that made Villain stay silent for a moment to understand them.

Before the Villain could say anything, Kid appeared behind them; they saw their parent and happily ran to them. When Hero noticed their kid, they forgot about everything and squatted down, hugging Kid tightly and kissing their forehead. They placed their hand on the back of the kid’s head, gently stroking their hair.

“Jesus, Kid! I was so worried about you.” The hero closed their eyes, trying not to hug too much, even though they could barely control themselves.

“I missed you too.” Kid said with a smile, hugging the hero with their short arms. It was clear from the tone of their voice that they had no idea why their parent was suddenly so emotional.

Hero didn't want to let go of their kid, as if they would disappear, but the sight of Villain silently walking away along the hall made them release Kid from the embrace. The hero got up on their feet and hurried to catch up with Villain, turning them around by their shoulder to face them.

“So it was you?! And you threatened my friend with a gun? How did you even come up with it?!” Hero felt too many emotions to remember the rule not to use their powers in the house. They pressed the villain against the wall, barely restraining themselves from breaking through the concrete with their enemy’s body.

Villain grabbed the hero's forearm, telling them to let go with their intense stare. “I tried to convince them to let me take Kid peacefully. It's not my fault your friend turned out to be such a stubborn idiot.”

The villain maintained an outward calm, but the light in the whole house began to flicker, instantly lighting up and immediately going out in a matter of seconds. “What's your problem? Your child and friend are fine.”

“Is that all you’ve got to say? Why did you even want to take them with you? Have you got offended by the fact that I don't trust you?” Hero felt their blood boiling in their veins; their fingers had already clenched into a fist on their free hand; none of the possible answers seemed to be able to justify the villain.

“Parent, please let them go!” The kid squeaked, actively pulling Hero's pant leg. “Villain didn't do anything! They bought me a lot of toys and made me a room!” The hero sighed heavily and turned their attention to the kid, looking at their miserable eyes and trembling lips. Villain also saw their expression and pulled themselves together to stop the flashing lights in the house.

“They did?” Hero asked, reluctantly letting go of the villain, addressing their kid this entire time. They were still too angry and would easily continue fighting with the villain, but for Kid's sake they tried to suppress their emotions. Now that their mind was beginning to clear, they noticed the kid wearing new clothes that looked way too good for the hero to afford.

Villain moved away from the wall and adjusted their shirt by the collar. “We went to buy furniture for their room. I thought that this way you would be less tempted to return to your old apartment.”

The hero gave them a dark look over their shoulder. “You pointed a gun at my friend.” Not wanting to continue to argue, they approached Kid, patting their head to calm them down.

Hero could’ve said that there was no reason for Villain to pick up the kid today. That they could’ve gone to the store together on the weekend. That they left all the things in their old apartment when their friend called them. They didn't say any of that, realizing that Villain wouldn’t have understood their reasons for feeling anxious.

“Do you want to see my new room?” Kid asked, already starting to walk in the needed direction.

“Sure.” The hero nodded and followed their child, completely ignoring the villain's presence. They knew that they would return to this conversation later, but only when Kid wouldn’t be around.

Hero was amazed at how confidently the kid walked along the hall. The hero was still confused in some directions, but they trusted their kid enough to undoubtedly follow them.

They led their parent into a large and bright room filled with various furniture of small sizes, perfectly fitting Kid. There was a big bunk bed in the corner, and Hero didn't really understand why, but something was telling them the kid had chosen this model.

The state of the perfect arrangement in the room made them think about how Villain managed to equip a full-fledged room for Kid from scratch. But then the hero remembered that with money everything was possible. They regretted they couldn't give it all to Kid themselves, but they were glad that at least someone could. They only cared about their child being happy.

There were a large number of toys on the floor, each of them the kid was picking up and showing to the hero, excited with their new things. Hero couldn't help but smile as they sat down on the bottom tier of the bunk bed and watched Kid happily walk around the room.

“These are very nice toys, sweetie.” The hero exhaled slowly, rubbing their forehead. They were glad that their kid was fine, but their mind was still haunted by images of what could’ve happened to them if someone other than Villain had taken them.

“Come here.” Hero beckoned their kid to them, holding out their arms for a hug. They pulled Kid onto their lap and hugged them, lightly brushing strands of their hair with their fingers.

Closing their eyes wearily, the hero kissed the top of Kid's head and leaned back on one of the pillows behind them, trying to get rid of everything they had been through during the day.

#there ya go #writeblr #writing prompt #writing #villains and heroes #heroes and villains #hero x villain #villain x hero #hero/villain #villain/hero #hero's kid

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quintchess · 2 years

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i simply need a continuation on writing prompt #13 /nf

Writing prompt #13.2

Part 1

“Okay, do you mean there are hidden cameras around here, or are you bothered by the people on the outside?” Hero tried to keep their voice calm, but the villain’s eyes, randomly rushing around the room, caused them reasons to worry. The hero glanced towards the window, noticing that it was curtained.

“Neither.” Villain looked around, biting the nail on their thumb and trying to figure out where the stare that permeated their whole being came from. Unseen eyes looked at them from different angles, as if hiding behind their back, but no matter how many times Villain tried to turn around, they couldn’t see who was watching them.

“Hello?” The villain whispered, without taking their hand off their face. They were perfectly aware of the stupidity of their action, but for some reason they wanted to believe that the feeling of someone watching their every minor movement would disappear from their attempt to talk with the stranger.

“I think I understand.” The hero came closer to the villain, taking their hands to calm them down. “You're having a panic attack. You need to focus on me and breathe deeply.”

At first, Villain didn't hear what the hero was talking about, but as soon as they realized what was wanted from them, the villain immediately freed their hands. “It’s not even close to a panic attack. I’m fine” After closing their eyes for a while, they took a deep breath anyway. Then they raised their head and tried to find the source of the gaze studying them. “I think I hear breathing.”

“Villain, please, there is no one here but us.” Hero hesitantly formed their hands into fists, unable to take their eyes off the villain, wishing to understand what was happening to them.

“Don't call me that.” The villain answered a little sharply, getting tired of hearing the same word in their address. “I have a name. ”

After walking around the room with a couple of unhurried steps, they stared blankly at the floor, trying to remember their own name. Villain knew it for sure, they had lived with it all these years, but a simple attempt to recall it didn’t give any results. Their name sounded to them like white noise; various letters appeared before their eyes, but none of them would form into a word that would feel right.

Without explanation, they walked past the hero, heading towards the bedroom. As they walked to the room, they felt the stare following right after them, and someone else's breathing sounded in their ears. The feeling of insecurity was taking over them, forcing the villain to clench their fingers tighter into fists and convince themselves that all of this wasn’t real.

Entering the bedroom, Villain immediately took out of the drawer their photo album, filled with moments from their life before meeting Hero. Only the second half of the album contained their shared photos, which the villain was stubbornly looking through for a specific picture.

When they found the right shot capturing them with the hero on the threshold of their new home, they turned it over to look at the words written on it. The villain remembered Hero making that inscription. “The beginning of something new for me and Villain.”

The villain laughed nervously. Formerly their name was written there. Putting the photo and album aside, they hid their face in their hands, sighing heavily and sitting down on the bed. Their heart was starting to beat too hard, drowning out everything around them with its rhythm, except for one thing.

Hero didn't stop the villain to ask where they were going. They knew their friend needed some time to process. In a desire to help, Hero took the cake they had brought from the coffee table and took it to the kitchen to cut into pieces.

After putting a slice of cake on the plate, they carefully licked the knife clean, then put a fork next to the cake and took it all in their hands.

They went to search for Villain, walking along the hall and guessing where they could be now. Fortunately, the open door to the bedroom helped to orient, and as soon as Hero appeared at the room entering, they met the villain's worried gaze.

“You licked the knife after you cut the cake, right?” Their voice sounded confused, as if they couldn’t believe saying these words.

“Well, yeah. But I was careful.” The hero didn't know how to react to such a sudden question, but then they remembered about the cake in their hands, sitting next to the villain on the bed and handing them the plate.

“I think I heard someone else's thoughts describing your actions. It's like someone was reading me a book about you.” Villain took the plate without looking, staring at the floor during their speech. “I might be going crazy.”

Hero gently hugged them, resting their head on the villain’s shoulder. “Whatever it is, you'll be fine. I’m with you.” Having looked sympathetically at Villain, they slowly raised their head and took a blanket, throwing it over Villain's shoulders. “Here. Do you feel safer now?”

The hero smiled, but the villain couldn't bring themselves to return it. They glanced at the cake in their hands and put it on the nightstand, looking around cautiously. “It feels like someone is going to lift the roof like in a dollhouse and play with us. Even your voice sounded like someone was talking with you in unison. Actually-” They paused, momentarily afraid of their own senses. “They're talking with me in unison right now. They repeat every word of mine as if reading a script.”

“So you feel like you're in a movie?” Hero suggested, pulling the blanket over Villain's head. “Do you see a camera anywhere here?” With a broad gesture, they pointed to the entire space in the room.

“No, I don't see it.” The villain laughed wearily at how silly it all sounded. “I just feel that someone is nearby here. We can't see them, but they are watching us.” The villain took Hero's hand, playing with their fingers to distract themselves. “Maybe they’re somehow connected with the reason I hear “Villain" instead of my name?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it could be so.” The hero nodded, wanting to figure out what was going on the same way as Villain. “Can you hear them? Do they call you a villain?”

This question made Villain ponder. They felt a pair of eyes studying them intently, carefully waiting to hear their answer. The villain listened, trying to hear their own watcher, but apart from the steady breathing they couldn’t make out anything.

“Even if they do, I can't hear it.” The villain shrugged their shoulders. “But I guess they're the ones who make everything around me call me a villain. And I don't even know why. It's been a year since I was one.”

“Maybe they just don't know you? You're a wonderful person and your past doesn't mean anything. You're not a villain.” Hero smiled and placed a light kiss on Villain's cheek. “Does my name sound wrong to you too?” The hero asked out of curiosity.

“Yeah, when I tried to call you by name, I only managed to say the word hero.” The Villain smiled faintly at that.

“Aww, that's so sweet.” Hero didn't feel anything similar to what the villain described, but they just couldn't help but raise their head up, hoping that whoever was watching Villain could see them too.

“Thank you, mysterious person!” The hero lowered their head and smiled guiltily. “Maybe they just don't know me either. Hardly anyone would call me a hero, knowing what I do for living.”

At that moment, Villain bit their finger, and the hero cried out softly. “Even so, you're still the best hero that I’ve ever met. You helped me change, isn't that enough to call you a hero?”

“I guess?” Hero agreed unsurely and laughed softly.

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Hello!! If you want to, could you write about a Hero that has ice powers that gets stuck in a burning building, and Villain has to save them?

Request #2

The pleasant feeling of chili sauce spreading over their tongue was everything Hero dreamt of throughout the day. Taking a bite of a hot dog bun with enjoyment, the hero propped their head on their hand, resting their elbow atop their knee and chewing with pleasure. They were sitting just a couple of rows away from the stage and could perfectly see every detail of the circus performance.

Their lips tingled slightly from the burning sauce, intensifying all those emotions that were so rare for them to feel. Hero couldn't remember the last time they were engaged in something other than their heroic actions. And they were determined to enjoy every minute of the time meant just for them.

There was almost nothing around that reminded them of their work, except for the coldness of their fingers, freezing the air around them. Out of habit, Hero was shifting their hot dog from one hand to the other, wanting to enjoy the food as much as possible while it was still hot. Their actions were so well-developed and precise that they didn’t even have to think about it, completely immersed in the show.

Bright and colorful lights shone all over the inner surface of the circus dome along with loud music, perhaps too loud, but the beauty of the performance completely brightened up any drawbacks. The hero watched every trick with fascination, like a child with an open heart to everything new.

But only the fire show truly captured their attention. They couldn't remember themselves stopping to breathe, trying to catch every smooth movement of the flame. Hero was too far away to actually feel it, but they almost could sense their own face meeting the heat, spreading through their icy veins.

Even in warm weather, their lips had a bluish tinge, and their skin always remained cold under several layers of clothing. Hero could never understand what truly hot felt like. If the sun could be touched, it would cool down under their frosty hand.

And now, watching the fire move in skillful hands, Hero felt as if this very fire was burning inside them. The shining lights and tongues of flame filling the entire stage echoed in their soul, languishing from the desire to touch the living light. The fire fluttered in the air, following the fakir's hands and escaping from their lips, only to then dissolve in the air.

Hero loved their own superpower, but they would have given anything to have a piece of this fire. The same kind of fire that now was spawning in the air with a bright orange light. Sparks filled all the space provided to them, as if trying to reach every spectator. As if in an attempt to achieve this, the fire ended up on the ground, after which the circus dome began to fill with smoke.

Hero came out of their trance when they saw people rushing out of the tent. They reacted quickly, shaking their hands off the eaten hot dog and taking their prepared mask out of their pocket.

The hero didn't take the whole suit with them, but they hoped their clothes were inconspicuous enough to be unnoticed. Stomping on the floor and sending an icy stream towards the fire, extinguishing part of the flame, Hero began to help people leave.

Fortunately, many of them could manage to do so on their own, but the hero still felt it was their duty to check the entire tent for any visitors left. Unlike them, nobody would be able to resist the fire.

After making sure that there was no one else around, Hero stepped closer to the source of the fire. The smoke made it difficult to breathe, but the understanding that everything would end soon helped them to keep going. The ice that the hero had created earlier melted unusually quickly, and when Hero came close to the fire, nothing happened.

The flame didn’t go out near them, and it was showing no sign of getting even slightly weak. Hero tried to create an ice crust on top of the ignition once again, but the hotness from the eaten hot dog dampened their ability. On top of that, the rapidly rising air temperature instantly drowned those tiny particles of ice that could have been created.

The hero realized they had been here for too long; the smoke was creeping into their head, and the tent was becoming too fragile to stand still. A moment's delay, and a beam collapsed right in front of their feet, smoking and actively turning into spreading ashes. The fire slowly surrounded them, and the crumbling circus dome blocked those few escape routes that were there.

Hero should’ve been afraid, lost in guesses about how to get out of here, but they just couldn't. The fire was too close to them, yet its captivating light evoked calmness and charmed with its unpredictable movements. The hero captured in their mind all the beauty of the flames surrounding them before the oxygen supply finally stopped.

They opened their eyes, waking up from their own cough, choking them from the inside. The tickling in their throat was burning so much that their lungs began to ache. And the hero would’ve liked to stop the feeling, stop trying to spit out their insides, but the burnt smell coming from them wasn’t helping to breathe any easier.

"Breathe deeply." Villain held Hero above the ground with both of their hands, simultaneously wanting to help them and at the same time, not knowing how.

Forcing their own mouth shut and resting their hand on the asphalt, Hero sat up, trying to calmly inhale and noticing a half-burned tent in the distance. There was no flame anywhere to be seen, only burnt spots of fabric.

"What the hell were you doing there?! The villain exclaimed, lifting their hands in indignation. "I can't even burn anything without you appearing out of nowhere!"

The hero took a deep breath before speaking, their head spinning from the amount of the previously inhaled smoke. "So it was you who set that fire? Why would you do that?"

Hero almost immediately switched to the tone in which Villain had just spoken to them. Without waiting for an answer, the hero checked the mask on their face and began to brush away the ashes from their clothes, feeling their own cold fingers through the fabric.

"For distraction, of course!" Villain continued in the same manner, folding their arms on their chest. "Actually, it shouldn't bother you. It wasn't even for you! Why whenever I want to arrange something, you're always there? Are you following me or something?"

"Yes, I’m way too into you to leave you even for a second." The hero replied sarcastically, inhaling deeply to clear their lungs. They were still having a hard time breathing.

Pouting their lips, the villain was sitting next to Hero. Villain didn't want to look at them, but they couldn't help but peek, wanting to make sure they were fine. When, in an attempt to get rid of the ashes, Hero reached for their own hair, the Villain stopped them, loving the grayish hue in the hero’s locks.

"Leave it like that. It suits you." They barely suppressed a smile that Hero could never resist.

They chuckled and carefully brushed a few strands from their eyes, looking at the villain as the realization hit them hard. "Wait, did you just save me? Like, for real?"

"Looks like it." Villain shrugged their shoulders, as if the hero wasn’t addressing them or was talking about someone else.

Hero pursed their lips, smiling shyly and moving closer to the villain, as they gave them a hug enemies would never have. "Thank you. I appreciate it."

The villain was caught off guard by such a gesture; they didn't want to pull away, although they couldn’t dare to hug in response either. "It’s nothing. I mean, if you're gone, there won't be anyone to stop me."

Smiling just a bit too wide, Hero pulled away only a bit, their arms still wrapped around the Villain in a semi-embrace. "I think I inhaled too much smoke during that fire. I think I need artificial respiration."

"No, you don't, you're conscious -"

But Hero was no longer listening, quickly pulling Villain closer by the collar of their shirt and pressing their lips hard against their own.

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