“Let’s not fight today, let’s chill.” The hero had said an hour ago, and the villain was puzzled. Baffled, more so. But they agreed to do exactly that.
Now they were sitting in the villain’s apartment, playing video games that the hero was great at for reasons the villain did not know. They were too shocked, their mouth agape.
How could the hero be good at physical combat and digital combat? “Is this what you meant by not fighting? This?” The villain scowled, raking a hand through their hair frustratedly. They kept loosing. Damn it.
“Was in the mood to show off a little.” The hero grinned, throwing them a thumbs up.
The villain groaned, taking deep breaths to calm themself. They took a sip of their drink. “One more round.”
The hero laughed. “You’ll still loose.”
“Shut up.” The villain grumbled, secretly enjoying the way the hero was teasing them.
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I write about anything and everything, but right now I'm really into heroes and villains.
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It's not every day that the hero has a day off, so when they do get one, they decide to spend it by going on a blind date.
The moment they arrive outside the restaurant, though, their heart starts beating loudly. They tell themself it was most likely because they hadn't been on a date in years, and not because they knew it was also the villain's day off and couldn't help but think if they were the heroes-
No, that couldn't be. Ridiculous, they thought, shaking their head.
After parking their car, where they saw the same car that was identical to the villain's, they again told themself that it was just a coincidence. Surely, the villain couldn't be their blind date. Maybe someone just really liked the same designer car as the villain.
They walked inside, nervous but excited. Their date hadn't arrived yet, so the hero sat down at the table they had booked, anxiously looking around.
"Are you kidding me? You're my blind date?" A voice spoke up from behind them and the hero's heartbeat picked up again. Villain. What the-
The hero's head snapped to the left and they saw the villain in -God forbid- one of the best outfits they had ever worn. They stared at each other for a second and then stood up abruptly.
"Well..." The hero coughed. "What a surprise." They said, blushing slightly.
The villain rolled their eyes, raising a thick brow. "Yes. And not so pleasant one." They snorted. The hero's face reddened. The villain sat down in the chair opposite them.
The hero frowned in confusion. The villain just picked up the menu. "I'm not going to leave just because you're my date. I'm hungry, might as well order something." They said, glancing up. "Sit down already, and stop ogling me."
The hero felt as if their face was going to explode any second in embarrassment, but they sat down, trying to hide the growing smile on their face.
The date lasted longer than they expected. The villain didn't leave even after they were done eating, instead, they offered to pay for the dessert. And the hero couldn't be happier their blind date was the villain.
"Well, well, well. Look who's here, everyone. My favorite villain." The supervillain said, coming forward. His eyes were wide with excitement, his voice even more. He opened his arms to hug the villain, but the villain swatted them away sternly. And, the supervillain frowned.
"I heard you have my boyfriend locked up." The villain spat, scowling. The supervillain perked his eyebrows, smirking.
"I didn't know Hero was your boyfriend." The supervillain laughed, somewhat delighted. He turned around and started walking. The villain followed, still scowling.
"Let him go, or else..." The villain began, a dangerous tone to his voice. The supervillain stopped in his tracks and spun around.
"Or else?"
"Or else, you won't see the rising sun tomorrow." The villain growled, and yanked the supervillain by his collar, pressing him against the nearest wall. The supervillain shook his head, smiling dumbly.
"You see, I mean no harm to your boyfriend or you, for that matter. Now, let me go." He demanded sternly. The villain didn't even budge.
"First of all, tell him where he is. I do not care if you meant any harm or not, you have him tied up regardless. That's a crime in my book, no one is allowed to touch him but me." The villain hurled and dug his fingers into the supervillain's neck. The supervillain wrapped his hand around the other's wrist and forced him to let him go.
"Fine, fine. We've known each other for years now, and you still act like I'm a threat." The supervillain grumbled, moving to straighten his shirt. The villain just scoffed. "Follow me."
When they reached the end of the corridor, the supervillain glanced at the villain. "I don't have him tied up, just so you know." An almost hurt expression caressed his features, and the villain wanted to laugh. When the villain opened the door, he saw the hero sitting in a lavish chair, drinking wine from a fancy cup, and laughing at something the supervillain's sidekick was saying. He frowned. The hero looked him up and down and stood up.
"I thought you were fucking kidnapped!" The villain exclaimed, going to the hero, and hugging him tightly. The hero, stunned, hugged him back.
"No, the supervillain wanted to hang out. Who told you I was kidnapped?" The hero asked, his eyes going to the supervillain, who shrugged in return.
"Your sidekick!" The villain cried, and the hero laughed.
"Oh, he was just joking, babe." The hero kissed him.
"I'm going to kill that bastard." The villain said, embarrassingly.
“Get your hands off of me, I don’t need your help.” The hero grunted, moving backwards. The arm hurt where the bullet was pierced by the supervillain. But, fortunately the villain ran him away. Telling the supervillain that he’s got the hero “under his control”, the hero had rolled his eyes at that. The supervillain was hesitant, however, backed off. Giving the villain a secret nod, that the hero definitely saw. And, then he vanished.
The villain raised his eyebrows, retreating his hands. His expression exasperated. If he didn’t stop the bleeding soon, it will lead to the hero dying in less than 10 minutes. He could not afford the hero’s death. “Stop protesting, will you? Just let me help you, please. I know-…how to treat a gunshot wound, okay?” His eyes were so soft, that the hero almost couldn’t believe it.
The hero stayed silent. His eyes felt heavy, his head foggy. He strained to focus on one thing. The villain was right. He felt helpless in the moment. Deciding that he should let the villain take over, he muttered a small, “fine.” The villain went to get a cold wet towel, with a first-aid kit that looked quite too used. He sighed, once the villain came back.
The villain’s hands were cold against his warm skin, and he took a deep breath. “Talk to me, you have to stay awake until I finish this. Take deep breaths. In and out. In and out.” The hero wrestled himself to follow the villain’s commands. “Yes, you’re doing good.” When the villain was finished, he smiled at the hero.
The hero whispered, “Thank you.” He still struggled to breathe properly, but seeing the villain’s smile gave him some comfort and, perhaps, a little ease.
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(Y'all begged for a part 2, so here it is! Enjoy ;)
Part 1
By @writingpromptsworld
The villain huffed, their cheeks tinting a shade of red. They hoped it wasn’t noticeable to the hero. They were already feeling so embarrassed. “What do you know about being a villain.” They tried to sound annoyed.
The hero didn’t stop, though. They snorted, taking another step forward. “I was one, a long time ago.” The villain looked into their eyes; all they could see was honesty.
“Right, sure. I believe that.” They babbled. How could the number one hero ever have been a villain? From what they could recall, the hero had endangered their life more than multiple times to save the civilians.
The hero’s lips widened again, their eyes crinkling at the corners. It was hard not to stare at the hero. The villain licked their lips nervously.
“You’re rather cute, you know that?” The hero teased further.
The villain swallowed. “You–...what?” Their eyes widened, caught off guard. They were about to lose their cool and fall to their knees. It wasn’t fair– what the hero was doing. Using the villain’s inexperience to their advantage.
“What? You are. First of all, you come in here, again, sniffing my coat rather confidently. And lying about it–you’re not hard to read even in the dark. Then you ogle me shamelessly. I mean, how cute can you get, you know?”
The villain let out an involuntary whine.
The hero brought up a hand to the villain’s cheek, and the villain immediately nuzzled into it. “You should leave.”
The villain didn’t move.
“So desperate, it’s almost pathetic.” The hero mused, their thumb gently caressing the villain’s cheekbone. The villain sighed in response.
The villain opened their eyes; their faces were a breath away. They stared at the hero's lips. The hero smirked, before closing the gap and kissing them.
The villain, in fact, stayed there the whole night.
The hero wakes up one morning, and the first thing he does is call the villain, to tell him that he misses him. Except, the villain is not the one picking up the phone. Instead, the hero hears the voice of his partner. The hero’s partner. They’ve found the villain.
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“You know what would get me going?” The hero asked, smiling slightly. “Another fight with you.”
The villain raised their eyebrows. “You’re literally on a bed in a hospital because you didn’t dodge my attack even though I warned you.”
The hero cracked a grin, a little painfully so. “I wanted to let you win for once.”
The villain’s eyes narrowed, they scanned the hero up and down before chuckling lowly. “You know, for someone who’s breathing with the help of an oxygen tank, you sure do have guts to say that.”
“Try me.” The hero replied, smug and a little cocky.
The next time they fought, the villain made sure to show the hero just how much they wanted the hero to “not win.”
By @writingpromptsworld
“Why do you refuse to fight me?” The hero asked, tilting their head, confused. The villain had been sulking on the far side of the edge of the building they were on, arms crossed with a frown on their face.
The hero sigh and sit down beside them. The villain rolls their eyes. “What’s the point?”
“What do you mean?” The hero’s eyebrows drew together.
The villain looked at them properly for once since they both had been there. “You didn’t let me win last time we fought. You always let me win.”
The hero opened their mouth but found no words coming out and shut it. They shook their head, chuckling. “That’s the reason?”
“Yes, that’s the reason!” The villain exclaimed, getting off the ledge and standing up.
The hero got up as well, amused. “Okay. How about we fight and I let you win today?”
“Only today?” The villain scoffed as if in disbelief.
The hero surrendered. “I’ll let you win always. How about that?”
The villain smirked and just as the hero took a step towards them, smiling softly, the villain attacked them.
The hero smiled softly, while walking to the sleeping body on his couch. His hands held a soft blanket, imprinted with little lions and tigers. He draped it over the villain, gently. The villain instinctively turned towards him in his sleep, cuddling up in the comfort.
The hero gave a quick kiss to the villain’s forehead, and went to make cookies for when the villain wakes up.
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It was almost three a.m. when the hero’s phone rang. They groaned loudly before reaching across the night table, and fetching it. They had no idea who could be calling right now, and honestly, they couldn’t give a shit. Because, they had come home around two in the morning and went straight to bed, exhausted and bone-tired.
They brought the phone to their ears anyway, without checking the caller ID. “Hello?”
“I miss you.” Were the words spoken in an almost a slur of a tone. The hero’s mind seemed to not process the words for a moment.
“What?” They asked.
“I miss you.” The person repeated a little more loudly. And the hero made out who it was. The villain.
“I—what?”
The villain whined, and a slump could be heard, followed by a grumble from them. “I miss you, hero.” They draw out, and from their voice, the hero could make out that the villain was drunk.
The hero pressed their lips. “Do you know what time it is? Where are you? Are you drunk?” They questioned, sitting up.
“I’m home…I think.” The villain slurred, and then sighed. “Are you home?” They asked dumbly.
The hero frowned. “Of course I’m home.”
“Can you come to me? I wanna see you.” They mumbled, and even though the hero couldn’t see them, they could imagine the villain was pouting.
The hero sighed. “Stay where you are. I’m coming.”
“Okay...can you stay on the phone?” The villain asked.
The hero got out of their bed, “No. I’ll be driving. But I’ll be there in no time.”
The villain grumbled something under their breath about hero being all goody two shoes and never breaking the laws before hanging up.
When the hero got there, the villain was sleeping peacefully, and they got in bed with them, the villain instantly cuddling up to them.
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