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Prompt #93

“You own that creepy little shop that sells weird charms?”

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what the fu-

I've peaked.

I had a dream I was batman and my vision was in the shape of his facemask.

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this has turned into a full blown obsession and I now have a shelf of furbies and also taco bell dogs

✨Someone may be gifting me a furby and I don't have friends so I'm telling you guys.✨

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Still one of my fuckin favorites.

Short Prompt #420

“BLAZE IT!” - the young hero yelled, sending a massive blast of fire straight at the villain.

“NO, HERO!” - Superhero screamed from behind them, desperately trying to catch up to their energetic apprentice.

“YES, HERO!” - Hero exclaimed, grinning as Villain barely dodged their attack and patted down their smoking costume where the flames had made contact.

#prompts #writing #hero #villain #hero x villain

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Trigger warning! Guns, rude language, bad dudes.

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Huxley had been a mess since he'd been dragged off the street on his gas station run, shaking and unable to stop tears from rolling down his cheeks. Well, that is, when they could make it past his blindfold. His hands were bound behind his back, uncomfortably situated against a cold wall and another cold floor.

"He isn't coming for me," Huxley called out, and his captor shifted to look at him. "Asher has better things to do." His voice cracked and he tried to clear his throat.

"You expect me to believe that little rat isn't going to come around for his boytoy?" He could hear something- a switchblade opening- and he inhaled sharply. "I'm just cleaning it. I won't hurt you."

The captor watched as Huxley seemed to immediately relax, sagging against the wall. It wasn't until then that he noticed the faint remnants on a bruise on his cheek.

"Well, that's new," Huxley responded quietly.

"Hm?"

But Huxley didn't elaborate.

When hours passed and Huxley had slept and been fed, much to his embarrassment, he tried again.

"He isn't coming for me."

"Then I suppose we'll go to him." He could hear his captor stand and stride over, heavy steps coming closer until they stopped just in front of him. He flinched when fingers pulled at the edge of his blindfold, closing his eyes tightly when light hit them for the first time all day. It took him a moment to adjust, but when he did he found himself nervously looking up at none other than the most well known criminal in town.

Evarhart.

Huxley knew him to be the unforgiving crime boss that had made his boyfriend (if you could even call him that) livid on the daily. He was aware that Asher had been into some seedy things, but making Evarhart of all people mad? It was truly a new low.

When Huxley found his voice finally it was small and faint.

"Please don't," was all he could manage. Huxley could only imagine the aftermath of being the reason Asher was inconvenienced for any reason- especially with Huxley being the leverage. For what, he wasn't exactly sure.

"Don't?" Evarhart crouched in front of his captive and raised a brow at him. "Don't hurt you? I told you-"

"Don't make him mad." He could hear his captive's voice shake, eyes full of something Evarhart was all too familiar with.

Fear.

But Huxley's last plea appeared to be ignored as he was hoisted to his feet and dragged to a car. His hands were unbound and he knew better than to push this man, gracelessly climbing into the car and flexing his hands as he sat in the back seat. His captor sat next to him, serious and demanding respect by appearance alone, while another man drove them out of the business district and into the slums.

"What's your name, kid?" Evarhart watched as his captive seemed to shrink even more than before- he was so...small. Not in a derogatory way by any means, he just seemed so defenseless. So nervous and quiet. Even before he had gotten ahold of him outside the gas station the night before he had seen him around town and he always seemed so fragile.

"Huxley," he responded, eyes cast down. "Huxley Kibuya."

Evarhart only nodded as they arrived at their destination, climbing out of the car that felt almost too small for him. He pulled Huxley out after him, walking briskly to what Huxley could only assume was some designated meeting point. They took an elevator to the top of a fairly abandoned parking ramp and there he was- Asher.

"That's it?" He could hear the disdain in Asher's voice as he looked Huxley over from across the level, Evarhart keeping a tight grip on Huxley as they stopped.

"You don't want me to hurt him, do you?" Evarhart asked, though from his tone it sounded like he had taken Huxley's words to heart. This was going to get him nothing. Huxley was nothing.

"Please," Asher rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "He can take a beating. I'm not worried."

Huxley felt Evarhart's grip tighten, though it never became painful.

"Is that so? You're really going to keep my file and risk your boyfriend's wellbeing for that piece of work you call a boss?" Asher shrugged, hardly seeming interested.

"He cleans well, but..." Huxley's heart dropped. Asher was really going to put his crime over him. "He isn't willing to be a good little whore for me."

Huxley almost begged. He almost tried to reason, to barter, but he couldn't even find the words. He didn't want to give himself to Asher- he might not have kept his worth, but he wanted to at the very least keep his choice. Keep his love for someone that didn't give him away for a couple thousand dollars worth of information-

His breath caught in his throat when Evarhart produced a gun from his side.

"That's all I needed to know." Before Huxley could react Evarhart released him only to press his hand into his back, pulling him close and shoving his face into his chest while a gun shot rang out around them.

Huxley was frozen, body rigid as he clung to Evarhart. There was nothing but the ringing in his ears until he finally began to turn his head, knowing what he was about to find across the level, but Evarhart turned his head back into his chest.

"Don't. He isn't worth the mental scarring." Huxley felt strangely thankful, allowing himself to be led away. He wanted to feel bad, to feel remorse for losing Asher, but instead all he felt was relief.

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"We're the same, you and I," the villain murmured. "It's not enough to be good at life. It's not enough to pass." They pressed their forehead to the hero's. "You want to be great. To be special. To be everything."

"No."

"Yes," the villain said, not unkind. "No one normal needs to be a hero, love."

The hero swallowed, eyes wide.

"And sometimes," the villain crooned, caressing their cheek. "Doesn't it just kill you that we might just be good, just be mediocre, after all?"

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Prompt #1

Hero was trapped in a cell. They tried everything to get out but nothing worked. So they had one last chance. "God if you're there, please give me a sign" Villain enters the room "I said God not Satan"

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Short Prompt #1315

The sidekick collapsed to the ground, panting from exhaustion as the other heroes-in-training left the grounds. The others talked and laughed together, not even one of them bothering to remember Sidekick's absence.

Unfortunately, the sidekick wasn't surprised in the slightest. And with shaking limbs, they struggled to their feet but ultimately fell back into the dirt.

Their teachers had forced them to overuse their power again. Sidekick had tried to explain the problem so many times, but all they ever got was the same old "You need to build up your endurance! You'll never become a hero at this rate!"

But that's not how Sidekick's power works. It just isn't…

They sighed and decided to stay on their knees, oblivious to a certain Villain secretly watching them through hacked cameras. The villain rubbed their chin in thought; they had been spying on the hero school for a good while now, but Sidekick was by far the most interesting thing they had found.

Villain smirked as a light rain began to pour down on the defeated sidekick and decided it was time to make their first move.

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Prompt #227

Civilian held their breath. Their focus should probably be centered on the hero just thrown through their coffee shop’s window, now brawling with one of the many criminals reigning chaos outside. Instead, all their brain could concentrate on was the scent of toasted cinnamon wafting of their regular’s neck as they protectively bracketed Civilian behind the counter. They peered with clenched jaw over a stack of paper coffee cups, oblivious to Civilian’s pining stare.

“I specifically told them to avoid this block,” they muttered under their breath, possibly not even realizing the words had been said aloud. Then their gaze was directly on Civilian, smoky eyes clouding the barista’s head and closing up their lungs. “It’s alright. I’ll stay with you until it’s over.”

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“Has anyone ever told you how pretty you look when you’re focused?” The voice shocked Hero. They spun away from their desk only to scatter a slew of papers. From the shadows came a chuckle and Villain emerged.

“You’re not supposed to be able to get in here.”

A feline smile graced the Villain’s lips, “You of all people should know I have a knack for being places I shouldn’t.” Their gaze fell onto the scattered files and Hero instinctively fumbled to fix the mess before them. Not however, before Villain managed to snatch a paper of their own.

“Quite the thorough research you have.” Villain smirked. They took their sweet time reading it even as Hero reached for them. An array of well placed blocks was enough to finish the contents of the sheet all while leaving the Hero an amusing shade of red., “You really are obsessed with me, aren’t you?”

“You can’t be serious,” Hero sputtered. They leapt for the sheet, successfully managing to tear it from the Villain’s hands all while their nemesis raised a knowing brow. “You’re a Villain, it’s my job to do all I can to stop you.”

“Because knowing my favorite kind of flower is so beneficial to my demise,” Villain strode forward, stopping the Hero from fleeing by bracketing a hand on either side of their hips. They leaned close, lips ghosting just over the shell of Hero’s ear, “Don’t be naive sweetheart. Trying to hide your little crush is as hopeless as this ‘work’ of yours.”

The blush they got in response was absolutely ravishing.

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I told you this would happen

Version 1

“Oh love, I told you this would happen.” 

Hero looked up with wide eyes, legs trembling as they tried to push themselves further against the wall. 

Their eyes burned with the heat of tears they denied themselves to shed in front of their captor, Supervillain thrived in vulnerability, they fed off of it like a leech and Hero would not give them such satisfaction. 

They watched with shaking breaths as the other approached, cold sweat running down their back as the looming figure of their master’s enemy leaned down, towering over them even when bent over right in half, having them feeling like a scared mouse in the corner of a cage. 

A warm hand cupped their cheek, and Hero was far too scared to flinch back, caught frozen. Supervillian’s thumbs stroked their cheeks. 

“I’m so sorry, I can’t remember if I locked the door this morning,” Supervillian said, kneeling down before them, gently twisting their head, forcing Hero to look straight at them. The pure worry in their eyes made Hero dizzy. “Is that how you got out?” 

Hero found themselves absentmindedly nodding. 

Supervillain sighed “I’m sorry, love, I know how impulsive you can be when given the chance, it won’t happen again.” 

Slowly, as if with a scared feral cat, the criminal approached their victim. Pulling them in by the neck, and leaning to kiss their forehead. 

Then, they felt it. The prick of a needle, the sharp pain of metal breaking the skin, a weave of nausea, and the feeling of laying in wet fabric. 

The hold tightened, they were being rocked. 

“I know you don’t like it when I use it, it’s okay, you’re okay,” Supervillain whispered, pulling Hero impossibly closer “but I know you won’t behave on the way back home, you get so angry when this happens. So this is for both of us, okay? To make the way as comfortable for us as we can.” 

A foggy drowsiness started to overtake, and whatever words Supervillain offered as comfort muddled together into a pile of nonsensical gentleness accompanied by the soft touches of hands responsible for so much bloodshed.

Hero trembled still.

Their head fell full weight over the other’s shoulder. 

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“What happened to your pet? They look horrible,” asked Villain, entering the studio. 

“Escape attempt,” Supervillain answered, eyes not leaving the sleeping face of the hero laying in their lap, brushing their head off of their face “didn’t get too far, those traps really roughed them up.” 

“I didn’t go to the trouble to get them for you just so you can break them, take care of your things.”

“I do, Villain, I’ll make sure they never want to pull something like this again once they heal. Now, what did you want here?” 

Villain smiled halfheartedly, throwing the front page of the newsletter to the couch Supervillain sat on.

A YEAR AFTER THEIR DISAPPEARING, EFFORTS TO FIND [HERO] HAVE ALL BEEN DISMISSED.

Gently despite the enthusiasm, Supervillain pulled Hero up, pressing them against their chest and smiling with their face buried in the other’s hair. 

Finally.

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Masterlist

More short ones people, I need to practice after like two months of writing nothing but scienc-y stuff.

I wanna do a little small bunch of short pieces starting with the "I told you this would happen" dialogue, just because.

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Snippet #26

"I think I'm going to work the extra shift tonight," the hero said.

The villain's attention was caught in seconds.

They didn't let that show though - kept their gaze focused downwards carefully, set on cleaning off their knife whilst they let the other continue on.

"Maybe tomorrow night as well. I know two days in a row is bad but it's nothing that I haven't done before."

"Didn't you already take the extra shift last night?" the villain asked.

The hero shrugged dismissively. "Yeah but...I mean, it got cut short so it - it doesn't really count."

"Doesn't count?"

"Yeah, it - well, I mean..." They paused. Bit their lip. "P-Plus the extra money could really--"

"Green light," the villain said.

The hero's brow scrunched up cutely. "What?"

"Amber light."

"Villain, what are you--?"

"Red light."

Suddenly, the hero stopped.

Somewhere in their mind something seemed to flicker and switch off. They froze, unspeaking, movement confined to the occasional blink and the steady rise and fall of their shoulders.

The villain returned their knife to its rightful place on their belt.

Slowly, they lifted their gaze up - sharp eyes meeting with the hero's vacant ones:

"You won't take the extra shift tonight," they instructed. "You'll take it tomorrow after some rest and not again for the rest of the week. And you'll make sure that you eat breakfast tomorrow, because I know that you skipped it today."

The hero said nothing.

Content, the villain turned away once more, pulling a different blade from their coat and polishing it anew.

"Green light," they said.

"--even talk...What was I saying?" the hero asked.

The villain glanced at them. "You were talking about your shifts."

"Oh, right." For a moment, the hero looked confused but their expression soon softened out, focus slipping back to whatever it was they'd been doing before. "Actually, I don't think I will do the shift tonight. I'll just do it tomorrow instead."

The villain nodded.

And then the hero continued to ramble on as usual, oblivious, ignorant, and happy as they talked for the span of a marathon.

And the villain listened to them in silence, guilty, praying that the other never found out their secret...

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Prompt: 6

There was something holy about her but in the way a natural disaster was considered an 'act of god.'

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A villain being forced to kneel for a group of heroes 👀

“Oh, I didn't think they could go that low,” the leader of the group joked. It was cruel, the hero knew that. With the villain’s calves sliced open, there was a hardly any chance that the villain could even get up. They looked at their leader who started taunting their nemesis. Big talk for someone who stood above an injured person.

Their jokes were of poor taste and the hero’s throat started to burn. They had been getting on their nerves for months but the hero had managed to mostly ignore it.

“Get lower, maybe you can start licking my boots...” They pushed the villain’s head down with two fingers and kicked their leg until the villain fell from their kneeling position. They couldn’t even use their hands to prevent their face from landing in the dirt. Their fingers were broken. Most of the heroes on the team turned away, searched for something to do instead of watching their leader’s cruelty.

“Look at you, how the mighty have fallen.” The leader laughed and put their boot between the villain’s shoulder blades. And then, with all their strength, they pushed down when the villain tried to struggle to their feet.

“I think you might be overstepping here,” the hero said. They walked towards their leader despite their head screaming at them not to disagree. The agency wasn’t blind, this institution wasn’t dumb. Everyone was aware of the leader’s tyranny. However, the city still let them work because they simply got things done. Even if it took inhumane measures. It wasn’t fair.

The leader turned around.

“What did you say?”

“That’s my villain.” The hero pointed at their nemesis on the ground. “My assignment, my problem, my responsibility.”

“Your villain?”

“I got assigned to them, yes. Your boss made that decision, actually.” They eyed the villain shortly. Blood dripped down their calves, their fingers were crooked and their breathing was definitely not normal. They wanted to shout at the next best medic to take care of them.

“Well—” their hand landed on the hero’s shoulder “— be glad that I got your back. This one was pretty nasty. You would’ve never gotten them.”

They squeezed the hero’s shoulder harshly and the hero understood the warning.

However, they didn’t really care.

They pushed the leader’s hand off their shoulder, basically slapping their hand away.

“Isn’t that lovely?” the hero asked. “You’re such a kind soul.”

They walked past them, feeling the stare in their back and their heart was beating harder than ever. They had the tiny suspicion that wasn’t the leader’s but the villain’s fault.

They kneeled down and took the villain’s face into their hands. Simply put, the villain looked awful. More dead than alive, anyway. The hero rubbed their thumb over the villain’s cheek over and over again.

“Technically, they’re mine now. I beat them and I captured them,” the leader spat.

“I need a medic over here,” the hero said. “Could you call them with all your kindness?”

“I don’t think you understood me. I am your leader. You don’t want to make me your enemy.” The hero sighed and mumbled a few reassuring words towards the villain before they helped them up. They stabilised the villain as good as they could but the villain was muscular and heavy.

“Of course not. It would be quite a pathetic fight.” The hero pulled their villain closer. “Since I am such an incompetent hero and definitely no role model. I can’t fight, can’t even follow orders properly.”

They cocked their head.

“Now, please call a medic. We are good people, aren’t we?”

The leader only scowled, having understood the sarcasm and demand in the hero’s voice. They left and the hero wasn’t sure if they actually got a medic or not.

“Thank you,” the villain whispered next to them, clinging to the hero’s chest.

“Anytime,” they answered. Their grip around the villain tightened and the hero had to admit, they were scared of letting them go again.

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Tomorrow sat with one arm extended, Harbinger tending to a nasty cut while Tomorrow drank a red bull with the other, unoccupied hand. "Nope." "You're going to die this way!" "Says my arch nemesis while he patches me up in his living room. I think I'm winning."

Prompt #87

“I just can’t with you. Do you ever think things through?”

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Boss was more than aware of what this meant, but he was tired. Too tired to stop what he was sure was going to be the greatest shit show to grace the town.

Conversation Prompt

“I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m all out of plans.”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, bossman, that’s when we do our best work. Sit back and let us handle things, we’ll leave you the paperwork.”