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Prompt #46

"Wait, why are you holding my hand?" The hero raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling up their lips.

"I-I'm not holding your hand, you're holding my hand." The villain babbled, a blush arising on their cheeks.

The hero laughed, "Oh yeah? Your hand just squeezed my hand though."

"Fuck off." The villain grumbled as they tried to move their hand out of the hero's hand, but the hero just grabbed it and shoved it into their chest, grinning.

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Snippet #13

“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.”

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Prompt #82

By @writingpromptsworld

The villain swore they could smell the hero's very prominent cologne in the dark office, and they had to resist the urge and not take every little thing away with them.

But no, they were on a mission. And they needed to focus, or else the supervillain would-

"You're the recruit, aren't you?" Someone spoke up, the voice was deep and smooth. They sounded amused.

The vilian froze, in the process of sniffing the hero's coat that hung on the chair behind their desk. They look up, alerted. And take out their gun. The person walked closer, and their face glowed under the moonlight. The village's eyes widened when they saw who it was.

The hero grinned. "Relax. I'm in no mood to fight."

The vilian's heart beat wildly in their chest. They didn't lower the gun, scared and in awe at the same time. The hero was even more good-looking in person as if that was possible. They gulped, and when the hero didn't come closer, they lowered the gun slowly.

The hero's grin only broadened. "Care to tell me why you were sniffing around my coat?" The villain's face immediately went scarlet, their heart dropping in their stomach. '

"Uhh…" They started. "I was searching…for potential information about your- next mission?" They really hadn't meant for it to come out as a question, but it did anyway and they cursed under their breath.

"And what is this crucial information you would find in there?" The hero played along, cocking their head to the side.

The villain opened their mouth and closed it, not sure how to tell the hero they were…curious. Well, curious is putting it lightly, they were obsessed, really. "Good question." They said, a second later.

The hero looked more entertained by the minute. They took a few more steps that brought them right in front of the villain, meeting their eyes. The hero's eyes were gray, like the moon, and glowing with mirth.

The cvilian checked out the hero before they could stop themself, their mouth drying at the sight.

The hero chuckled, "You're terrible at keeping a blank face. A really bad quality for a civilian if I say so myself."

Okay. That's it. Everything they had read about the hero was wrong. The hero wasn't stoic and ruthless as listed in their 'bio', they were something worse: flirty and dangerously good-looking.

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There are a lot of hero and villain writers on tumblr! @creweemmaeec11 has a whole community going, so may be more up to date than me!

(Sorry if this list misses anyone! It's by no means exhaustive.)

@gingerly-writing, @yourheartonfire, @thepenultimateword, @trappedgoose-in-a-writblr-room, @saltydumplings, @save-the-villainous-cat, @creweemmaeec11, @amethystpath-writes, @selene-stories, @some-messed-up-writing-for-you, @onestopheroxvillain, @booberryfun, @watercolorfreckles, @vigilantetendencies, @enemies-to-idiots-to-lovers, @nuttynutcycle, @defectivehero, @caffeinewitchcraft, @recklessfiction, @snowshowerwriting, @deckofaces

Anyone else who writes in the hero/villain, enemies to lovers, romance/fantasy ballpark, please feel free to add your name so people can find you!

Prompt #3

The hero slowly backed away, while the villain advanced towards him. His footsteps echoed a rhythm through the ground. He walked until he hit a solid wall behind him, the villain coming close—a dagger in his hands. His hands lifted, and he put the sharp object to the hero’s throat. Almost touching. Almost. 

The hero swallowed, barely dodging the keen edge. The villain chuckled, low and dark. “So, any last words, before I let you meet your friends in the heavens?” He asked. The hero frowned. 

“Today’s definitely not my last day on this earth,” The hero murmured, as he kicked the villain between his legs, and ran. He could not fight the villain, with his injuries alive and burning. He would lose, seriously. 

He hid in a shady-looking valley that screamed danger, but at least he was out of sight of the villain. 

Though, if only he knew, that the villain was watching him from one of the buildings nearby, a smug look accompanying his face.

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Prompt #5

The villain’s heart crushed at the sight in front of him. The hero, no, his hero was holding someone else in his arms. Kissing them. Smiling and laughing with them. 

He stared, unable to make himself move even a little. The hero didn’t notice them standing there. It was a late night, with nothing but a few street lights on. The roads empty, his head full. 

The hero was inside a restaurant, while the villain stood behind a building, ready to attack them. But, this. This. This was not what he expected. His blood boiled, daring him to go snatch the hero from the person. Tell the hero that he belongs to him, and no one else. 

Before he could think what he was doing, his body moved on its own. Stumbling through the empty road, he didn’t see a truck coming towards him. And, his body went flying through the cold air and back down. Blood spit out of his head, and all around him, but all he could see as he tilted his head to the right side was the hero’s smiling face. Unaware of his presence, unaware of his existence. He called out, but the hero didn’t hear. 

He screamed. 

In the end, he was alone. Like always. 

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Prompt #27

“Do you need a reminder of how fucking good you feel on me?” The villain asked the hero—their voice was deep, a sharp edge. The hero nodded, almost dazy. They were getting turned on by this whole scenario, the way the villain was manhandling them. It felt good. Really good. They wanted to be devoured. Desired. Let someone undo them. Bring them back to themself. They didn’t know what they were doing. Their head felt so heavy. God, they needed control more than anything. 

“Yeah, possibly more than one.” The hero replied, coming close to where the villain was standing. They grabbed them by the waist and pulled them in a heated kiss. The villain responded to the kiss immediately by grabbing the hero and pushing them onto the desk behind them. Their hands rode up the hero’s thighs, squeezing them. The hero moaned, lowly. The villain pulled away, to the hero’s dismay. They chased after the villain’s lips. “Please, kiss me.”

“Desperate. You were literally running away from me, 10 minutes ago. How am I supposed to do this with you?” The villain groaned. Their intent had been clear the moment they met. It was to have a talk, not a fight. A talk. A talk about their relationship. How they planned to make it happen in the future. But, the hero was anxious, which the villain understood. They were too.

However, the villain didn’t understand why the hero intended to ditch the whole situation. And, run away. They sighed. The hero didn’t reply, their eyes trained on the ground. “Look at me, please?” The villain gently placed their hand on the hero’s cheeks. 

“I’m so embarrassed by myself. I’m so confused. And, I’m so scared.” The hero said, their eyes filing with tears. The tears let themselves out without his permission, and he broke down.  

“I know, baby. I know how you feel. But, I want to talk about it when you’re ready. And, you can tell me if you’re not.” The villain acknowledged, their face already wet by the time they were finished. “It’ll be okay, we can work through this, alright? Promise me you won’t run away again.” The villain uttered. 

The hero shook their head and faintly smiled. “Never”, they whispered. They kissed the villain to bind it.

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Snippet #11

The villain scanned the gadgets that were set in front of him, tucked away in glass-paneled shelves on the wall. If you knew about how they worked, you'd know that they could make a person stronger than they are by 10 times. But if you didn't, well, good luck. They could possibly explode you if you didn't use them wisely. The villain sighed, waving his hand dismissively. He needed something better than these toys.

The last time he fought with the hero, the hero had commented that 'he should just fight with some teenagers and not waste his time', he had basically told the villain that he was too strong to be fighting with him. The villain took that very personally, and here he was. He wanted to pin the hero down there and then, if it weren't for the hero's blunt remark making him retreat away. He was still embarrassed about the whole situation. How dare the hero call him 'weak'?! He scoffed quietly, shuffling his feet to his desk.

If he wanted to take down the hero, he needed something that would amplify his powers by more than 10 times. Just as he was thinking what he could do, his sidekick appeared in the doorway, grinning.

"Hey, villain." The sidekick said, coming forward and taking the seat opposite to the villain, seemingly bouncier than usual, the villain noted. "Guess what our fellow scientist is up to? Actually, don't. He's making this new tube-like machine that amplifies your power by 100 times. A hundred times, that is totally insane. Crazy." The villain's eyes widened, that was exactly what he needed. He leaned in, curious.

"That's...that's really awesome." He tried to keep the excitement out of his voice, as he continued, "Did they tell you when it's going to be ready?"

"Oh yeah, he was planning on testing it today. I wanted to volunteer but the supervillain wants me to go a mission. So I can't, how about you?" The sidekick asked, their eyes filled with unhidden eagerness. The villain smirked lightly.

"I might as well. Volunteer, I mean." The villain internally started thinking about how the hero would react if the machine really did work, and he got stronger! The hero was surely going to be surprised, hell, even scared for his life, if it comes to it. He couldn't wait to meet the other, anticipation running wild in his veins as he stood up suddenly. The sidekick glanced up at him. "I should go pay him a visit, it's been a while."

The sidekick nodded, his head bobbing up and down.

When the villain was out of the room, he jumped and fisted a punch in the air. Oh, the hero was going to love it. Or hate it, for that matter.

The villain sauntered towards the hero, a blurring of his vision, his elbows scrapped, and in a second he was on the ground with the hero. The hero groaned, a stream of red blood coming from his mouth. The villain’s hands ached to wiped it away. Kiss him. But, everything in him hurt. He could barely move anymore, the hero in the same condition.

All he could make out was a last breathy, “Thank you,” as his heart rate slowed and his body stilled. The hero shook his head, his eyes filling with tears. He tried to get on his elbows, and crawl a bit closer to the villain.

“No-no…you’re not g-going anywhere. Please.” The hero whispered, his voice hitching. The villain smiled, a withering of lips barely stretching. And, the hero’s heart ached more. Pain.

What followed was the silence, the hardly touching hands, and the shallow breaths. They could not cross the distance between them, for they were far two worlds apart.

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