Short Prompt #219
"W-Why are we doing this again?" - the hero asked, desperate for clarification as they looked down at the tied-up captive.
"Because someone needs to teach this bitch not to go falling for villains." - Mentor explained, cracking their knuckles as the civilian at their feet trembled in terror.
Hero's uncomfortable and unsure expression went unnoticed by their mentor as they neared Civilian with ill intent shining in their eyes. Mentor's arm reared back in a punch, and the captive tensed up and snapped their eyelids shut, preparing for pain.
However, as a THUD sounded next to them instead, they flinched and reopened their eyes, shocked to see the older hero's body on the ground, now unmoving. The civilian's tear-stricken gaze fearfully drifted to the younger hero, who slowly kneeled down beside them.
"I- I'll get you out of here." - Hero said, carefully laying a hand on the other's shoulder. "I just need to-"
The door suddenly flew open, banging against the wall as everything around them slowly became covered in ice. The hero barely had time to register the bloodlust in Supervillain's eyes as spikes of ice suddenly emerged from the floor and lunged straight for their-
"THEY HELPED!" - Civilian yelled suddenly, the icicles stopping just millimeters away from Hero's throat, making them flinch back and away from the tied-up captive, who continued speaking. "T-They knocked Mentor out. P-Please don't hurt them."
The hero swore that they saw the supervillain's features soften for a split second at their partner's worried tone. But as quickly as it appeared, it also vanished.
The master criminal stared down at Hero for a few moments, simply watching them cower in the corner of the room. And deciding that the hero was probably smart enough not to start a fight, Supervillain approached their lover and swiftly picked them.
The two of them then left without another word, leaving Hero alone with their thoughts and letting them make up a story about how 'Mentor got knocked out by the supervillain and the hero themself threatened into cooperation, allowing Supervillain to steal back Civilian.'
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Statue of Holger Danske in Kronborg Castle, Denmark.
“Ogier in Danish legend is said to dwell in Kronborg Castle, his beard grown down to the floor. He will sleep there until some day when the country of Denmark is in the greatest peril, at which time he will rise up and save the nation.“
Photo taken by me.
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hello, i love your writing !! this is super self indulgent lmao, but could you write a snippet where the hero is begging (like REALLY begging) the villain to stop their terror on the city or something, and the villain is enjoying their display a lot and wants them for themselves (like they have from the beginning) and the hero finally offers themselves up for them ?? VERY self indulgent, thank you if you do !! <333
Hero’s shoulder shook with dangerous sobs. The feeling of nauseating panic was creeping up their throat, plunging them into a relentless whirlpool of fear.
“Please,” they whispered, their eyes wide and face as pale as a sheet. “Villain, please.”
Villain was turned to the chaos ensuing below them, eyes reflecting the orangey singe that blew across a once perfect city. It flickered and danced in their eyes, as the flames roared with fiery cries. Hero’s chest heaved as their hands curled into fists against the floor, having already lost the strength in their legs to stand up any longer.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” The villain smiled, tilting their head to the side. “So dangerously captivating.”
Hero felt like being sick. They murmured a few broken pleas under their breath, stuttering with each intake of smoky air. Villain threw a glance over their shoulder, gazing down at the hero with a sly smirk.
“It was inevitable I was going to win in the end,” they pressed on, moving towards the hero with silent footsteps. “Our little game was fun while it lasted. I suggest you hang up your costume, Hero. This is the end.”
Hero could feel the words rushing from their throat before they could stop them. “No!”
It cut through the air, making everything go still. The villain spared them a glance, and the hero could only respond with a shaken sob, hot tears pooling down their cheeks. They widely shook their head from side to side as they tilted it back to desperately search for Villain’s face.
“Please, Villain, please, I-I can’t do this…” They wailed, their eyes frazzled and frantic. “P-lease, please. I beg of you, s-stop it all.”
Villain’s face had remained stoic, despite the subtle twitch in their expression, alight with knowing desire. As they moved closer to the hero, they had instantly slumped forward to wrap their arms tightly around their waist, head buried in the pad of their stomach.
Villain listened to the sound of their blubbering and delightful pleas, stripped from the rawest parts of their heart. Villain liked it that way. They gently carded a hand through the hero’s hair, shushing them softly.
“Take me!” The hero cried, trailing off into another set of trembling sobs not a moment later. “Take me instead, please! Please! Just stop hurting everybody else!”
Villain’s chest rumbled with laughter, and they turned to take in their final look of the burning city before them. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”
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PLS THAT MIND LINK PROMPT WAS SO GOOD IF YOU EVER WRITE MORE COULD YOU PLS TAG ME I'D HATE TO MISS THAT
*sobs* of course.
(No reposts but reblogs appreciated <3)
Linked Pt. 2
Get off of me.
What’s the magic word?~
Hero pushed Villain away at full force, even though Villain hardly budged. A knot caught in their throat as they registered the evil glint in Villains eyes.
Villain slowly shifted their hands a little, one down to Hero’s waist, the other at their neck, toying with the fabric in between their fingers. Tugging on the suit around Hero’s neck, Villain pulled it down just enough to show a little skin. They smiled, leaning in close and letting their breath hit Hero’s bare skin.
What’s. The magic. Word.
Hero gulped, throat bobbing against Villains hand. Hero’s eyes landed on their teammates fighting before flicking back to Villains smirk.
It was so quiet, the quietest thought to have ever passed through Hero’s head, but it was loud and clear in Villains.
Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that, love~
Hero’s face burned, but they had to keep a straight face. They couldn’t let Villain do any more damage then they already had-
Hero’s eyes had trailed from Villains lips and were now locked onto Superhero’s horrified gaze.
Villain let me go.
Villain only chuckled from deep in their throat, the hand on Hero’s waist drawing soft circles that made Hero shiver. The hand on Hero’s neck switched to grabbing Hero’s chin, pulling their gaze from Superhero’s and forcing their eyes to meet. Resting their foreheads together so their lips were hardly a breath away.
Don’t focus on them, beautiful. Lips brushing against each other’s.
Eyes on me. A heated breath and trailing hands.
Love, I’m not going to ask you nicely again~
What’s the magic word.
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I just had a possibly good or really stupid idea but - basically either hero or villain has some mild super speed power. they can’t outpace a car but maybe a moderately fast horse. Then someone ends up giving them caffeine and they just go hecking wild. Full on vibrating and talking at 80mph and is just completely hyper and the other needs to calm them down because the former is acting like a hyperactive puppy who just drank a full liter of Red Bull
“Hey. Hey,” the villain said, shouted almost, as the hero rushed by, letting the villain’s hair blow into a different direction.
This was beyond scary. This was ludicrous.
The hero was no potential threat, they had always been a background hero, conventionally annoying and distracting but not something the villain couldn’t handle.
But by all means, they couldn’t handle this.
When the hero eventually stopped in front of them, their hands on their hips, their elbows to the sides, they didn’t seem remotely tired. The villain took a step forward and tried to grab them but the hero just moved faster than usual, faster than possible, and gave a huge smile.
“What did you do?” the villain asked carefully. The hero always had sunshine for a smile, was always one of those who would talk to the villain before fighting, who would joke when the villain threw a car at them.
If the hero had participated in some kind of experiment, if they had done anything to themselves…
“The seething sea ceaseth and thus the seething sea sufficeth us,” the hero said as if it was an answer. They repeated the tongue twister, faster this time. And then again.
The words were already nonexistent in the villain’s ears, they couldn’t distinguish when one ended nor when a new one began. But the hero was saying it over and over again, flawless each time. The villain wasn’t able to keep up with them.
“Ey, what did you do?” the villain asked again. They noticed how large the hero’s pupils were and they were almost one hundred percent sure the hero had done some very funky drugs. Which was worrying.
The hero’s foot was tapping on the ground, going up and down and up and down.
“You look good today, have I told you that?” The hero was slightly jumping by now. Though the villain was always on edge, they lowered the weapon, too afraid the hero would lose control and start running into them at any given point.
“Don’t tell me a man in a trench coat came up to you and offered you some funny stuff,” the villain said. They swore they would defenestrate themselves if it was true. They would probably defenestrate the man in the trench coat, too. If there was a man.
“Now that you mention it, yeah. Yeah, there was a man in a trench coat. He was very charismatic.” The villain’s head shot up, probably jerkier than the hero’s movements.
“What?!” They felt how their pulse was going up, how they were ready to track that person down, to hunt them if necessary.
“Kidding! I was kidding,” the hero said, a laugh coming out of them. Now, they were looking around and started jumping higher as if to test their limits. The villain however was relieved, more than that.
“I just had a coffee or two, I don’t really know. So, are you gonna stand there and stare at me or are we going to start fighting now?”
The villain thought their fight had already ended.
But it didn’t matter. The hero kicked their ass that day and the villain wasn’t even mad about it.
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I hope you enjoy! Also what the hell has Tumblr done to the asks? Why can I like, reply to, and share an ask thats still in my inbox?
At first, they freaked out; who wouldn't in their situation? The famous hero and villain of the city suddenly switching bodies. It was a nightmare. So they faked it. They faked being each other as they tried to figure out how to fix this, to switch back. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and months to years with no end in sight. Yet, the two seemed to mind less and less as time went on.
[Villain] had never felt so connected, so a part of something in their life. They didn't have to worry about their colleges stabbing them in the back at the first opportunity. They didn't fear every passerby on the street figuring out who they were. They felt safe, happy, and loved.
[Hero], on the other hand, never felt so free. Free of the shackles of expectations, free to do as they pleased when they pleased without anyone chastising them for not doing enough or not doing it the 'way they should. They had never felt so alive.
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"Are you eating cup ramen..?"
Hero blinked, nodding with a mouthful of noodles.
"We're in the middle of a fight."
"...Do you want a sec?"
"Am I nothing to you?"
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"I can't believe Sidekick would deceive you like that," Lover sombrely muttered. Pulling Hero tighter in their arms, they could feel them shaking, wracking sobs threatening to come out.
"I just don't understand how they could have been a spy this whole time." A sob escaped Hero's mouth, "after all, we all met together at the academy," Hero sniffled. "I just thought the three of us were like family."
"Shhhh I know, I know," Lover faked hesitation, "it hurts me too."
It stung a little for Lover to know that Hero believed them so readily. But if made them shiver in delight to know that Sidekick—ever quick to question Lover's motives—was rotting behind bars in their place.
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TW: Description of wounds and injuries, blood
"You're oddly quiet today," Villain murmured as they pushed Hero against the wall and locked them by the wrists above their head. "And oddly out of shape."
Hero was too busy keeping their breathing steady and their vision focused to take notice of Villain's words. Their body was getting hotter with the adrenaline pumping and the bolts of stinging pain shocking them from the wounds on their body. Maybe they should have taken a rest today. No. They couldn't. They're a hero. They need to stay strong- be strong to help others, to protect this city. It didn't matter if they overworked themself a bit too much. It was nothing they couldn't take. But with the number of fights they've had recently and the amount of injuries scarring them increasing day after day, it seemed like they were slowly reaching their limit.
"What's this?" Villain's voice suddenly sharpened as they pulled Hero's wrist in for a closer look at the reddish scratch marks on their palm.
"Hey- no- don't-"
But before Hero could protest, the criminal had abruptly pushed up the sleeve of their suit, revealing an arm covered in wounds and bruises. There were old ones that were already forming yellow edges and there were new ones that dyed the bandages with blots of crimson colour.
"Let me go." Hero was palpitating at this point, struggling to break out of Villain's grip but every injury on their body felt like a thousand needles pricking their skin. Even though they were trying to put up a front, the strain behind their voice gave away how much pain Hero was actually enduring. Villain could tell, and they were sure there were more wounds elsewhere.
"In this state?" Villain cocked an eyebrow. "You can barely stand."
Hero was burning up by now with cold sweat beading down their forehead. This was bad. If one, or even worse, some of the wounds were infected, dying was just a matter of time. Their head was spinning and they could feel their legs giving out beneath them.
"Let... me g-"
"Haizz," Villain shook their head as they scooped the half-conscious Hero in one swift motion. "Shush it."
You're always bending yourself for the sake of this city. Do at least take care of yourself too?
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So the thing is I've been snowed under work lately (quite literally overworking and only sleeping for 4 hours/day for an entire week or so) and because of that, I got into a minor traffic accident yesterday for almost passing out on the road. (No worries though I'm fine, just a few scratches on my knee and hip)
To everyone reading this post, this is as a little reminder to take care of yourself too :< Stay safe and stay strong you guys <3
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I saw you wanted Hero x Villain writing prompts? (you posted like 2 weeks ago but I just found your blog so eh) I gift you some prompts that I most definitely might use in my own works some day too, and that anyone else is free to use!
Prompt: Hero and Villain play a board game to pass the time on a rooftop but one of them gets super competitive and super into it, like that Parks and recs scene:
It's a white flag, and you better start waving it now, Leslie!
The only thing I'll be waving is your decapitated head on a stick in front of your weeping mother!
(I like just saw this today, also its fine that it’s been like two weeks, I’ve been kinda inactive anyway. Um this piece is probably a lot different than you would have imagined it coming out. I got distracted and it went a weird direction)
It’s Just Only Games.
Why Hero agreed to play Monopoly of all games with Villain, they’d never be able to give you a good answer.
Hero and Villain had been waiting to infiltrate Supervillain’s headquarters but they still had hours before the right time.
And like they knew this moment would be the perfect time, they asked Hero if they wanted to play a board game, specifically Monopoly. Hero foolishly agreed.
Hero had no idea how competitive Villain was. So they had no choice but to be competitive back, or so they tried.
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“Ha! I have both Park Place annnnd Board Walk, with! A hotel on it. You will be in debt quicker than I can disarm you in a fight.” Villain said with a devilish smile as they paid for the hotel on Board Walk.
Hero had to admit that they would probably lose if they already had enough money for a Board Walk and Park Place hotel. They still had a fighting chance though.
“Well Villain. You may have a lot of money now, but it will soon be gone on my properties, as you can see that I have all the railroads, and utilities, plus I have hotels on the pink properties and houses on the yellows.” Hero retorted as they rolled the dice, “might as well give me your money now.”
“The only money being handed over will be to me, and it will be included with your inheritance after this little alliance expires.”
“Pleaseeee, you can’t be serious,” Hero taunted,” The only inheritances being exchanged will be yours after I crush you and your pesky villain friends.” It was Hero’s turn again, and they rolled a five, resulting in landing on Villain’s Board Walk. “…Shit.”
“Look who’s talking now Nit-wit. You don’t even have enough on you. Time to take those hotels and houses off your properties~” Villain mocked.
“Hmph- This game is pointless, I can tell I won’t win at this point. Why don’t I just give up now, you obviously will win,” Hero complained.
“No, don't do that! Let me have a satisfactory win! You just can’t handle me winning, can you?”
“No! It’s not that-“
Hero was abruptly interrupted as Villain suddenly used their teleportation abilities and was immediately right in front of Hero, “What is it then?”
Hero, who was incredibly startled and at loss for the sudden mood change from competitiveness of the game to whatever this was. As a result they backed up on the roof they were sitting on until they hit a brick wall behind them. Villain just teleported in front of them again waiting for a reply.
Hero blushed furiously from their closeness, “Wh-what is this Villain! It was just a game!”
“Yeah.. but I like games,” Villain pouted, “but if you want to quit.. we could play a different game,” Villain hooked their finger under Hero’s chin and moved their head up to meet their gaze. Villain held a playful smile, while Hero continued to blush uncontrollably.
“What- what do you mean a different game? Villain, please, this is getting stupid-“ Hero said nervously.
“Shh shh shh Hero, the game is a surprise. Would you like to play?” Villain winked.
“Fine.. I suppose it’s better than sitting through a losing Monopoly game-“ Hero sighed.
“Aw, brighten up Hero, I know you like me and my games more than you let on. Trust me, you will like this game.”
“Okay…” Hero said with uncertainty.
Villain grabbed Hero’s hips and pulled them close. Whispering they said, “and if you like it, you can always come back to play later.” Before Hero could respond with some nervous retort, Villain pressed their lips to Hero’s. Hero was stuck against the wall and all they could do was reach their arms over Villain’s shoulders and melt into it.
From a few buildings over, Supervillain stood on another rooftop. They have been watching for over a half hour watching their board game escalate. They just merely shook their head. Their base would not be invaded tonight.
(I’m sorry I didn’t mean for romance to happen oops)
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Short Prompt #220
"Just look at you. You're so cute." - the villain teased, looking down at the much shorter than them hero. "Itty bitty wittle Hewo."
Hero glared up at them, forced to crane their neck to look them in the eyes properly. "Being such a giraffe isn't always a good thing."
Villain barked out a laugh. "HA! Oh, yeah?"
They weren't so amused after their nemesis punched them in the shins.
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“You could only love a puppet—and that’s the one thing that I could never be for you.”
Inspired by Puppet by Faouzia
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villain needing to be house arrested in the house of hero.. villain acts like they hate it but secretly getting super flustered over it
“This,” the villain growled under their breath, staring at the single bed in the middle of the room,” is not going to happen.”
Hero was quick to roll their eyes in annoyance, draping their jacket over the chair casually. They tugged at their cuffs and straightened them out, moving past the villain.
“I’m not happy about it either,” they sighed. “I wouldn’t put it past you to slit my throat in my sleep.”
Villain’s jaw clenched as they took a step backwards, shaking their head from side to side widely. “No, no, no. Absolutely not. I’d rather sleep on the couch.”
Hero threw a glance over their shoulder, peeling the covers on one side of the bed, and setting themself down on top of it. The villain was like a dog with its shacks up, truly and undeniably ready to bite if the hero got too close. They couldn’t help but find it mildly adorable, and slipped under the duvet with another tired sigh.
“Quit whining, and go to sleep.”
They clicked the lamp off, and the room was plunged into immediate darkness. Villain stayed deathly still, crossing their arms over their chest in defiance. With Hero giving them the cold shoulder, they knew they had no choice but to climb in. It’s not like they could get out of this room without Hero’s fingerprint.
The villain groaned softly under their breath, and stomped over to the bed. They clambered inside, pulling the duvet around themself and curling into a ball. They made sure to keep their back facing the Hero, not out of spite, but because their heart was pounding so loudly in their chest they were sure the Hero would hear it.
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Sup shorty, you seem fun and your writing is top notch. I was wondering if maybe we could get a flustered hero x flirty villain story where the villain captures hero and just decides to mess with them the whole time? No problem if you don’t wanna! <3
“Alright, I will have you now,” the villain said, looking up from the hero’s gadget which was too boring to demand further inspection. “In any way, shape or form you desire.”
The hero’s neck seemed to be on fire, the warmth even travelled up to their ears. Cursing the villain in their mind, they tried to concentrate on escaping. The villain knew precisely how they were reacting when the situation got…indecent. Maybe that was why they were doing what they were doing.
Clearly content, the villain dragged their gaze up and down the hero, long enough to make the hero feel bare.
“I’m not going to rephrase that, by the way.”
The hero gave an honest fake smile, the corners of their mouth going up for a mere millisecond, before dropping. There wasn’t anything to say to a statement like that. The villain stood up from their desk, walked around and leaned on the other side against it.
Although the hero expected them to hum, as always in rather suggestive circumstances, they didn’t. Instead, they were watching the hero carefully, their hands in their pockets, their disposition too tranquil to even give the hint of the kidnapping they were conducting.
“Christ, could you stop?” The hero was surprised their mouth was able to produce any sound at all. They could feel the beating of their heart clearer than anything else, how it was banging against their chest as if it was an animal that needed freedom.
“Ask nicely and I will consider. Drop to your knees and I will obey.”
The hero regretted asking already. They couldn’t do this. They physically couldn’t. They had to escape somehow. All the villain had to do was stare at them and make some prurient comments and the hero was a mess. If the villain was trying to get information, the hero would fold instantly. They knew that. And the villain did, too.
That wasn’t heroic, it wasn’t admirable but the hero had other strengths.
“What do you want?” they asked eventually. The villain smirked and the hero expected to get no answer at all. But there it was. The villain’s hum. That was sort of enough to answer the hero’s question. But it was also nothing.
Maybe they could start playing with the villain’s massive ego. That could buy them time to figure out a plan and-
Out of nowhere, the villain’s foot somehow hooked behind one of the legs of the hero’s chair and thus pulled them close.
The villain hovered over them like the fucking sleek asshole they were.
“You built that cute gadget all by yourself. You seem to be pretty good with your hands, hm? Could I get a taste of that?”
“What do you want?” the hero asked again, their voice already breaking several times. What they were saying had no weight, they knew that.
“I thought that was rather clear, dearest.” That was all they said with their smooth voice. The hero managed a tremulous puff which was meant to clear their mind. Then, the godforsaken villain let their finger run along the hero’s collarbone, their cold skin a contrast to the hot skin of the hero.
“You are a good little hero, aren’t you?” The hero fought the urge to nod. They fought the urge to give themselves to the villain completely. This was ridiculous. They wouldn’t - the villain—
The villain lifted the hero’s chin up. They hummed again. And the hero swallowed.
“Now look at you. All needy.” The villain was even closer now, their mouth almost on the hero’s. Their eyes were already looking at it. It was tempting. It was so fucking tempting. The hero only had to move a little, maybe tilt their head or just sit up straight…
“It is impressing how resilient you are,” the villain whispered and the hero could feel the warmth of their breath on their own skin. They were smiling again. Just move a bit.
Suddenly, the villain drew back, wetting their lips. They leaned against the table again, highly satisfied with the result. The result was a wreck that had been a hero once. They couldn’t think straight. The villain was on their mind. Nothing else. Only the villain and the villain’s smirk and the villain’s hands and the villain’s mouth and the villain’s—
“Well, that was fun,” the villain said, observing the trembling hero. “But we should come to business now.”
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Prompt #378 Part #2
Here is your second serving, I hope you savor it.
Tears were still streaming down [Villain]'s face as they were unable to stop the pain from painting their expression.
"I..." [Villain] started, willing themself to say the words but [Hero] drew them into their arms. [Villain] sobbed as[Hero] held them tightly to their chest.
"Hush now," [Hero] whispered into their ear, their tears mingling with [Villain]'s own as [Villain]'s sobs echoed around them.
"Please... [Hero]... You have to go." [Villain] begged, "I can't protect you from this."
"I don't care." [Hero] held them tighter, "I don't care at all. I just want to be here with you, even if it's my death."
"I can't let you die [Hero]." [Villain] gripped their back, desperately wanting in equal parts to tear themselves away and to disappear into [Hero]'s embrace forever.
"Then we'll just have to work together, hmmm?" [Hero] hummed, "Just like old times."
[Villain] sobbed as they nodded.
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“Hey!” the villain called out, as they eased themselves in through the hero’s window. “I need your advice on an ethical issue.”
The hero sighed. “What is it now?”
“So the government sent an assassin to kill me, which isn’t great, but she’s really hot. So am I allowed to flirt with her, or would that be bothering her while she’s at work.”
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