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[ashiristic]

i hope ur requests are open because. :3 hero x villain but the hero has unchecked anger issues and when the villaim noticed this he was like. "damn bro" and make it hurt/comfort if you'd like!! i love angst with fluff GRAHHH

“That is why your girlfriend left you.”

As if the world stops for a moment, the resounding sound of a fist colliding with the wall echoes through the hallway. It is fast and precise, enough to destroy the villain’s skull. The villain side eyes the fist 3 inches close to his face, and gazes at the hero with nothing on his eyes. His mirth disappears to nowhere as the silence continues. 

“Did I actually hit a nerve?” the villain asks, putting on an arrogant facade. But his fist clenches with his lips, his heart thrumming in his ears like an indiscernible echo of the wind. “She must—”

“Stop,” the hero speaks up, his previously pale lips turning red to how hard he is biting it. “Swallow everything that you want to say, I don’t want to hear it. Hell, don’t even breathe.”

The villain obeys. He watches the hero heave deep breaths as he calms himself. Exhaustion clings to his new wrinkles, and his blazing gaze becomes tame and lifeless. God, what did that girl do to his hero? He slightly raises his hand, fingers vaguely touching the hero’s shirt, but he puts it down once the hero shifts his weight. The hero stays in his place for a while, unmoving.

The villain blinks, feeling a crippling sensation in his throat. He shuffles in his position, looking down. This is the first time he sees the hero up close, and not only that, the hero is looking at him. Probably scrutinizing his every move like he— and he wasn't. The villain raises his head, a grin playing on his lips; and drops when he realizes it. The hero isn't with him.

His eyes are on the villain, but he is living in his fantasies. A fantasy where the person he loves is within his grasp, safe and protected. The reality where her eyes are only on him. The villain now knows that it must be somewhere beautiful where he doesn’t exist. Bitter, he opens his mouth to find the right words.

“So?” 

“So what?” the hero repeats, glancing at the villain. He looks hazy, a person forcefully woken up to the reality he despises.

The villain's demeanor hardens, and he crosses his arms. He massages his elbow, yet his grip only worsens whenever the hero spaces out. He must not let this affect him. He must not let this affect him. He must n...

“You must’ve loved her,” the villain says. He flicks the hero’s forehead, before laughing to himself. “Can’t you just let her go?”

“I do not understand what you mean.”

“She must’ve brought your brain with her, now that takes some skills.” it does take skills to capture the hero’s heart and break it into tiny pieces with a tiny oops as an apology. He crosses his arms, almost apologetic for the hero and himself. Because one, the girl beats him from winning the hero’s heart, and two, she sure is capable of eradicating it with an affair. 

The hero scrunches his eyebrows with his mouth agape, processing the villain’s words appropriately. His eyes then dilate for a second before calming down. And there he is again, traveling deep down into his humble abode like a jellyfish seemingly immortal, yet defenseless. The villain simply stares at the hero, lost again. A lamb of his own mind, that is what he is. And the villain is starting to get enough of it. He bites his inner cheeks, eventually having the drive to kick the hero out of his conjured reality. 

“For fuck’s sake, can’t you stop?”

“...stop?” the hero returns to the world again, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, stop.” the villain combs his hair, pushing the hero off him. “She had an affair so just stop looking for her—”

“It was a mistake.” The hero cuts off the villain. “She didn’t do anything wrong. I left her waiting for so long, it is given that she’ll like someone else—”

“She promised you that she won’t do that— no, stop cutting me— just fucking—”

“Never insult her, villain.” the hero says through gritted teeth, holding the villain down. His hands severely prevent the villain from constantly flying his arms everywhere. “Do not say a word that’ll dirty her name, keep it in.”

“She is a bitch—”

A punch. The hero punches the villain in the face, delivering the blow enough for the villain to drop to the ground. It is weird, it should’ve hurt, that is what the villain must feel. But it is numb. Instead, his heart is the one killing him, clenching in the place of his bruising cheeks. The hero lets out a heavy sigh, shaking his also bloody fist. He brings his fingers to his lips, smearing the blood off as he lets his body grow limp against the wall. 

“What a joke…” the villain smiles, it is plain and holds nothing. His eyes gaze at the hero’s face, he is crying. For the first, the hero cries in front of him. He can’t help but let out a silent scoff. “You are so… blinded by her.”

Silence engulfs them. The hero wipes his fallen tears, setting his foot away. “Goodbye.”

The villain merely raises a finger, acting like he is shooing the hero away. He sits quietly in the middle of the hallway, maybe he is now the one lost in thought. Everything happened way too fast that he couldn’t help but say something. Some crap that will force the hero to stay, at least. 

“Can’t you at least look at me?” the hero stops, standing still in the distance. “You know I’ll do anything for you.”

The hero stands there, so distant from the villain. So close yet so far, like a star in the night sky. When he was a kid, the villain always wanted to fish the stars and give them the utmost care they deserved. He did see a star, shining so brightly, and he ought to catch it; yet he gave it away so easily. And now it is free again, the star is now walking away from him, again. The villain sighs, hitting the wall with his head a few times before hitting it harshly. And tears fell. Maybe he isn’t meant for them at all.

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I think i hit the mark with the angst part idk 'bout fluff though...

[ashiristic]

SNIPPET 17:

The hero and the villain on a date.

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After years of stabbing, or getting stabbed, the hero finally, for the first time, got a date. The hero stands in front of the coffee shop’s glass door, his face blank, while his earbud continues screaming the following words in his ear: “Don’t fuck up or die.”. Yesterday felt like a dream. It is not like the usual bantering, opening each other’s bloody guts, and essentially talking are already a dream for the hero. But thank god because he had other plans, and the villain asked the hero out. The great villain asked him out in real life. At first, he laughed like it was the silliest joke he ever heard in his entire life. But the villain never laughed. He stared at the hero with that poignant gaze of his and said:

“I am serious.”

So here he is, waiting for the villain while still listening to positive affirmation to not fuck up. After years of almost permanently wearing his hero suit, he is finally wearing a casual white western shirt and plain cargo jeans. The only proper clothes in the sea of black polo shirts and skinny jeans. He ignores the people glancing at him, whispering words, and the squealing of girls when he looks at them. 

He doesn’t understand their reactions anyway. Because who likes a person sweating profusely with an odd small smile, and hollowed eyes out of a horror movie?

His gaze falls on his black leathered shoes, playing with the small gravel rock, his hands inside his warm pockets. The street is rather peaceful, except for the squealing he heard earlier, but it's beautiful. The coffee shop’s door reflects the sunlight, a small light caressing his cheeks, and a shadow forms on the ground. It imitates everything he does, but his leg looks like a cross when he moves them. And he let a warm smile envelop his lips, a small laugh bubbling in his throat. 

“You are more beautiful than I imagined,” a breathy voice called. 

The hero stops. His shadow displays a dog with an open mouth, and looks at his side, a man that is appropriately shorter than him is bowing on his face level, with a mischievous smile. He shrieks back, in a manly way, of course, and straightens his posture. He didn’t hear the sound of breathing until that person spoke. Playing with shadows is going to be a turn-off for the hero now. He almost had a heart attack. The man is wearing a white bucket hat, a bootcut, and d polo shirt. Even his white blouse that is not buttoned is white. The only colors on his canvas-like aesthetic are the golden chains around his neck and the lone yellow chicken holding a red apple pinned on the corner of the bucket hat.  

Nothing like the villain. 

“Who are you?” the hero says bluntly. He has no time for another crazy person, for the love of god, he wants to look perfect when the villain arrives.

“Uhh-” the man points at himself, “We saw each other yesterday?”

“No,” the hero shrugs, looking away nonchalantly, “I don’t remember anyone with such an…”

The man gazes at him. He blinks his eyes a few times, processing perhaps. Maybe he got the wrong person. But he smirks instead, going back to a normal human posture. If he goes like that any longer, the hero might’ve considered that normal. 

“I knew you wouldn’t recognize me,” the man lolls his head, and walks towards the door of the cafe, opening it. He turns his head to the hero, putting his index finger on his lips, and winks,  “But I am going to be your date for today.”

“What date? Are you in Wonderland right now?”

“C’mon, hero. I even pinned you on the wall just to tell you we are going on a date!” 

“Villain..?” the hero raises his eyebrow, hiding his severely trembling hand behind him. The frustration in mistaking your crush is evidently the worst experience in a person’s life. Like comparing your lover to a worm. 

“Yeah?” the villain raises his eyebrow, laughing at himself.  

“God, you look rigid. Where did that sunshine personality go?”

“It was all for work.” the hero answers, his hand waving in a robotic motion. He could hear the sirens behind him, the warning for a nuclear bomb, the meteor shooting from the sky, and hitting him directly to the face. 

“Well, I guess we don’t know each other after all.” the villain said, his eyes closed. He opens the door, the smell of ground coffee hitting him on the face instead of a meteor. “What a joke, isn’t it?”

The bell rings and a waiter welcomes the two of them, guiding them at a small table for two with the view of the sea. Peaceful and quiet. And nobody got a gun or knife in their hands which is fantastic. The villain settles on the table, his chin on his palms, his other hand tapping on the table. He looks serene. Unlike his usual grim smile and dark aura when he is the ‘villain’ as if the abyss finally overtakes the sun at last. If a person tells him that this person before him is the villain who can ruthlessly beat the supervillain into blood pulps of meat, he would laugh and call the mental health support for them. Because it is ridiculous.  

It is quiet. Awkward is the proper word. Nobody utters a word, not even while they’re eating. They continue this until the villain drops his spoon on the floor, breaking the silence. The hero is about to pick it up, but the villain kicks it far away. He crosses his arms, leaning back against the chair as he grins. 

“I didn’t know you weren't much of a talker?”

“Excuse me?” the hero asked, shaking off his trance.

“Welcome back,” the villain greeted him with a gentle smile, his eyes briefly grazing the sea. The sun hung in the sky, close to snapping off its loose, creating the dramatic entrance for the moon.

“Do you understand why people often compare their love to a moon?” 

A peculiar question, inviting the hero to ponder. He grabs the small wine on the table, taking a sip.

The hero, eyebrow’s furrowed, ventured, “Isn’t the sun more fitting? It means you are the light, and that darkness could never consume you. Because you’ll be in another-”

“Ridiculous,” the villain laughs, gulping the milkshake he ordered,  “The sun and the sky try to outshine each other. It doesn’t make the sun shine brighter because it is already stupidly bright.” 

“But-” the villain stretches his arm, shushing the hero from speaking. And the hero stops. Why is the villain even telling him this?  The hero obliged, curious about the villain’s sudden verbosity. He speaks, asking the hero odd questions he has to ponder to answer. He stands silently, watching the villain grin like a small child as he adjusts himself in his seat, spreading his arms to explain.

“But the moon…” the villain pauses, his tone shifting into a contemplative register. “It is the only light that the darkness couldn’t consume. Look at the stars for example, some of them don't even show up anymore which is ironic, but does the darkness care? Hell no, it doesn’t.”

The villain gazes at the hero, “If I tell you that you’re like the moon, will you believe me?”

Silence envelops them. Nobody speaks. The people in the background hushed One with betrayed surprise while the other exuded enigma. The hero harbored a plethora of questions, yet his lips remained sealed. How could they not? Uncertainty lingered, and the villain, somewhat defeated, withdrew his hand and glanced at the sea.

“It doesn’t make sense.” the hero answers, surprising the villain. The moon is beautiful and enthralling and he couldn’t compare to that. Never in his lifetime. But the villain… the villain is like the fragment of Aphrodite, ethereal and gorgeous. A fine beauty in the sea of monkeys. 

The hero sits down on his chair and continues sipping his glass of wine. He observes the villain’s eyes twinkling before dying down, and looking down as if lost in thought. Good. It’s working. Then he added, “I’m glad you’re not hiding anything,”

“What? That is not—”

“Contemplative, yet calm. Truly a gem in a sea of sharp and useless rocks.”

“Say that to yourself, you act like this all of a sudden… and…” the villain’s hand goes limp on his side, disappointment striking those beautiful eyes of his. Good thing he got wine, or else he wouldn’t be so bold. He wouldn’t fuck this up. 

“Are you trying to be cool?” the hero asked, eyes wide shot.

“What?” the hero deadpans.

“But I like you already, why should you—”

“That is ridiculous,” the hero stands up, yelling those words. But the villain only tries to stifle out a giggle as the people look at him, weirdly. 

“Don’t deny that you’re the moon, hero.” the villain said, pushing his plate aside to lean against the table. He circles his straw on the edge of his glass of milkshake, eyes unmoving and direct to the hero. “Because I wouldn’t blink twice to kill anyone destroying your precious place, and that is the spotlight.”

The villain hides his grin behind a smile, tracing his lips with the use of his index finger. He continues scrutinizing the hero, cocking his head, and raises his index finger, signaling the waiter to get their bill.

As the sun gradually descends, the night slowly shifts, embracing the warm hues of the sky into nothingness. The waves of the sea widen, and it can now meet the parts of the sand it couldn’t reach. How peculiar. The evening consumes everything it touches, and the villain vanishes with the sun. 

[ashiristic]

SNIPPET 16:

Warning;: Mentions of blood

The hero and villain challenge each other on who'll last longer in a kiss. Chaos ensues.

It was just a kiss, the hero's final thought before the villain's lips met his. Soft and intoxicating like poisoned red wine. This kiss wasn't filled with passion and hunger but was a fight for dignity and pride.

The hero's eyes remained open, occasionally biting and chewing on the villain's lips, just as his nemesis did. Their hands roamed each other's bodies, searching for something to hold onto in this battle. The hero's fist harshly gripped the villain's hair, pulling it downward, drowning in his nemesis' low grunts.

He always told himself the villain was ethereal beyond recognition. A siren luring him to the sea, making him lose control like a sculptor molding him anew. But he'd never admit it.

They eventually fell onto the mattress, staining the white sheets with congealed blood from their previous battle. Before all of this began, the villain struggled, breathing heavily as his chest lifted up and down. He wished to see the villain's debauched state, but he couldn't lose. Not yet.

It seemed the villain had a different idea. He hissed, feeling the villain's nails dig deeper into his wrist, drawing blood. The hero attempted to pull away, but the villain chased him, biting his reddened lips severely.

"Fuck," the hero muttered under his breath, catching a smirk from the villain.

The villain parted away from the hero, a string of saliva connecting them. He wiped his lips with his white long-sleeves, lolling his head a little on his shoulder. His bangs fell in place to cover his eyes, yet his debauched lips still displayed that irritating smirk.

"Funny," the villain said, taking advantage of the hero's trance state, pushing him away. "Can you even win against me—"

"You're the one who pulled away," the hero suddenly said, huffing a breath, trying to steady his rapid pulse.

The villain paused for a second, blinking his eyes. After a long ponder, he suddenly blushed, a profound crimson color dancing on his cheeks. His grip loosened on the hero's wrist, but an odd smile crept on his face, followed by a chuckle. He was certainly amused. On what? Then, he raised both of his hands in defeat.

"Right, I did," the villain stood up, walking towards the small white lamp in the corner of the room. He grabbed a candy randomly placed on the table, twisting it between his fingers. "And I admit defeat."

Odd. One word to describe it. He knew the villain was a person who would never admit defeat and would try to find a loophole. But today, he didn't do that. The hero wrapped his hand on his wounded lips, trying to wrap his head around the villain's action. Maybe he looked like a monstrous, sexually frustrated guy after he pulled away from him. That must be it (it's not).

"All of a sudden?" the hero leaned against the headboard, running his hand through his sweaty hair. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't confused. So, he asked, "Why?"

The villain halted before the open window. He bathed in silence, turning his head a little to the hero. "Why? What stupid question is that?"

And he continued unbuttoning his shirt with no care regarding the well-being of the person behind him. The sun had already set, but the warm light engraved on the dawn remained, embroidering the villain's skin with gold. Mesmerizing and otherworldly. That is what he is.

"Can't I be curious?"

"You wouldn't like it. You would be embarrassed if I told you," the villain shrugged, shaking his head a little.

The hero rolled his eyes, darting his gaze on the bookshelves, crossing his arms. He sat still for a few minutes, but his impatience lingered as he tapped his fingers against the side of the wooden cabinet beside the bed. And don't add the drowning sense of not knowing what to say to the villain once he finally breaks the silence. He should think of one now, for emergencies.

"It is because I pity you," the villain suddenly said, and smirked, before placing the candy on his tongue, savoring the sweetness. "You are such a bad kisser."

The audacity.

"Ten out of ten. Bravo joke."

"Oh, thank you," he placed his finger on his lips, laughing to himself. It was red with a fine line of deep rose on the middle of his bottom lip.

The hero watched the villain caressing his own lips before he froze and stopped, slapping his cheeks a little. What was wrong with him? And the villain veered towards the hero, fixing the collar of his shirt.

The villain grinned, "I have to go now—"

"We should do this again," he interrupted, blankly staring at the villain as he spoke. "You liked it, didn't you?"

The hero would lie to himself if he said that he didn't love it. Plus he was willing to sacrifice a few of his dignity to admit it. But the villain only smiled, his eyes not revealing anything on what he was thinking. The hero's heart plummeted in his chest, its hope bursting out of his chest cavity as he covered it with a smile.

"If you say so,"

Then he left. And the hero never felt happier.

[ashiristic]

Hello again, friend! Welcome back! Hope you are doing well, I'm here to attack you with some request ^^✨ Please don't feel pressured to answer your asks, take your time ‼️

Hero is a stoic, reserved and cold kind of person. Whilst Villain is a flirty, seductive and observant person.

Like when they were fighting at their usual battleground, Villain can't get enough of flirting with their attractive hero. Villain said something that made Hero blush and stutter and Villain just finds it cute and teases them about it.

Fluff supremacy obvii 🙄💅🏼💅🏼🛐

And here, 🍳🥓🥛 bacon eggs and milk and a personal chef 🧑‍🍳 have a lovely day, take care and stay safe ‼️✨

cw. suggestive af

“Oh? Isn’t it obvious that I want you to tie me up and do me in bed?” the villain said so flippantly, their eyes curling up like a crescent moon; hoping it could at least make the hero’s haughty demeanor move. And it did. It moved their nemesis’ entire body so badly, they saw how the hero’s shoulder flinched, and their cheeks reddened out of the blue. They could see it despite the hero not facing them. 

A smirk formed on their lips, so this is how the so-called stoic hero reacts when the villain acts shamelessly. The villain crossed their arms, placing their hand on their cheeks; watching the hero’s rigid and stupefied reaction from their words. How many centuries have they tried to make the villain blush, but all they got was a scowl or an icy glare? If they knew the hero wanted to push them in the bed, then they would’ve probably done it a million years ago. Daily.

“Hero, don’t tell me,” the villain paused, acting surprised and betrayed and dramatically putting their palm on their mouth.

“It's not what you think-“ the hero began to explain, but another flirtatious remark from the villain interrupted their explanation.

“You think of me in that kind of way?” they emphasized the kind of way with how they bat their lashes to create a tremendous impact on the hero’s internal struggle. And they successfully did, without batting an eye. The icy scowl is replaced with a blank look with reddened cheeks. They look drunk rather than embarrassed. The villain’s grin became wider, their eyes scrutinizing every effect of their words at the hero. How adorable.

The hero blinked away from their drunken stupor, preparing another explanation to save their face and weakness from the villain. But the villain, as always, didn’t let the hero do it as they stepped forward to be one step away from the hero’s lips. A sweetly one step closer for their lips to touch, but the villain inclined their face on the side; not giving a chance for the hero to capture their lips and eat them whole.

There’ll be no fun if they do that. Because the way the hero's breath hitch as their lips drew close and how their heart beats fast near the villain is entertaining. They want the hero to wonder and hold themselves back until they cannot do it anymore; teasing them until they can’t get enough of this sweet torture from the villain. Just thinking about it is enough to the villain’s adrenaline surge inside their veins, licking their lips in amusement.

“Villain,” the hero said through gritted teeth, their nails digging deep into the flesh of their palms. “What are you trying to do?” 

“Oh?” the villain said through their innocent eyes, but their hands wandered on the hero’s shoulder to their neck, then finally their cheeks. The hero grabbed their wrists, eyes darkening as their precious secret gradually comes free from their repression. The villain is playing such a treacherous game with no way out, but here they are; playing until they find out the ending.

“Don't try,” the hero hissed, danger looming in their voice.

“Instead of saying that,” the villain cocked their head, voice full of challenge, “Say, try me.”

That is all what it takes for the hero to capture the villain’s lips.

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I mean- I am into fluff and y'know when I wrote this I thought it was going to fluffy and stuff- hey! its not me who wrote this haha- I am just writing what the characters wants to do and- hahaha

[ashiristic]

Heyo! Your writing is terrific! I was wondering, can you write about a Hero that gets injured by Superhero and Villain patches them up while vowing to get revenge? Maybe they secretly love Hero???

"You're awake." the villain muttered under their breath, a bitter smile on their lips. They finished dressing up the wound and were about to prepare the medicine before the hero slurred awake. 

"Yes," they coughed and ground their teeth as their hand flew to their chest. "I am still alive." they continued, opening their eyes to glance at the villain's reddening eyes. They clench their fist, knuckles turning white, by looking at the state of the hero— it would take a while before they can stand up again. 

The villain sensed the hero's racing heartbeat, calming down. They must've thought about how they are at the moment, and wanted to hide for the villain to not see them in this kind of state. The villain's face didn't change but their eyes twinged a little; not knowing the hero's thoughts is one of their weaknesses.

"Good," the villain said, "I would've killed everyone, then myself if I ever sensed your pulse stopping." they paused, staring at the wound the superhero inflicted on their hero. That wound could've killed the hero if the villain didn't intervene and slapped themself out of their thought. Time seems to be frozen and unmoving after the superhero's flaming red fist came to contact with the hero's chest. 

What would they do if it did dig itself deep, crushing the hero's heart? The thought is enough to make the villain tremble and uncertain. Rather than the supervillain being a reprobate, it seems like the superhero got its well-deserved place inside the villain's brain. 

"Are you upset?" the hero's brows wrinkled, biting their lips. If they could stand up, they're probably going to be hyper as a puppy while asking too much to count questions. But all they could manage for now is a simple question, struggling to voice out the other ten in their mind.

"If the supervillain is going to shove their hand on my skull, would you be upset?" the villain rolled their eyes, asking the obvious. 

The hero stared at them, taking in the question before their eyes flamed red. Of course, they would be furious. Enough to destroy everyone, then themself for the villain. Like the moment the hero protected their lover from the superhero, then received his wrath instead of the villain.

"Love, don't be upset," the hero grabbed the villain's hand, intertwining their hands perfectly, and planting kisses on every knuckle. The hero's eyes are focused on them, unmoving, and full of passion that the villain almost forgot they are injured.

The villain glared at them, "I am certainly not upset, I am just this close enough to tie you up in a leash for you to never do it again."

"Oh?" 

"Don't 'oh' me. I am being honest." the villain hissed.

The hero grinned, "If this kind of activity is going to leave you like this," a sharp pain rose into their abdomen, and repressed the grunt escaping their lips. "Then, I can ascertain you it'll happen again."

That was supposed to be a joke, but their hoarse voice followed by a grunt isn't what a playful joke sounds like. It is more like despair in the villain's ears as their body moved on its own to assess the hero's painful bearing. 

The villain shifted their gaze on the hero's hands, to their dressed chest wound, then to their bruises. Looking at the hero's present state, they blamed themself again for not rescuing them on time. If maybe— if they did jump immediately and pushed the hero out of the superhero's reach— maybe this wouldn't happen. A tear escaped the corner of their eye as their brain kept on playing the same scene over and over again like a broken film with no end. 

If only they didn't just watch, then maybe…

The hero noticed their self-ruminating tendency again, then mustered up the strength to stretch their arms and pull the villain's collar; kissing them for their lover to feel their presence. The kiss lasted for several seconds before they parted, foreheads against each other as their breaths mingled; trying to catch their breaths.

The villain let out a small sob, letting their emotion run through them like a truck. The hero is still here, alive and breathing. Their eyes are still open, their breath is warm, and their pulse is running. They are here.

"I am here," the hero repeated their lover's thoughts, giving the villain reassurance that this isn't a dream but reality. The villain nodded, choking from their sobs as they vowed to avenge the hero. 

The superhero deserves nothing but a hundredfold for what they did to their lover.

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I didn't edit it lolol

[ashiristic]

hi hi hiii! can i request a swordfighting scene between villain and their sidekick? anything else is up to you <3

 CW. Blood

“You are the hero's comrade.” the villain sneered, pointing the edge of the blade against the sidekick's neck. The sword was imbued in a bloody red aura, cracking after it grazed the sidekick's skin; whose blood trickled down without the wound healing. The villain's gaze darkened by the sight of the blood, cutting the wound deeper while ignoring the winces leaving the sidekick's throat. They wanted this person's cut off, but wouldn't it make the hero sad?

 

They raised their sword, preparing the blade to cut the sidekick's neck with graceful control and precision. But before their blade reaches the sidekick's skin, a shimmering yellow aura halts them, knocking the blade out of the villain's hand. The hero came to save the day, kicking the sidekick away from their enemy's reach, and slashing strands of the villain's hair. Their blade was close to cutting their enemy's neck, but crimson red energy halted their sword. All they could do was grit their teeth in annoyance, pulling away their swords and swinging on the other side of the villain's neck.

 

But this time, the villain created a vicious crimson sword with black and red edges fighting in dominance; in which, defending the hero's second attack. “Long time no see, hero,” they snickered, their black robes swinging with the breeze while dodging the hero's impending attacks. Their swords clashed together at a speed no human could see, and despite having power— the sidekick could only grit their teeth for not being able to watch them fight. Even if they try to help the hero, they'll die in a single incision, without mercy.

 

The fight never ends as the dust continues to cloud around them, their powers fighting in a lightning strike for every clash of their blades.  Gold and crimson dance inside the globe of dust, and it is clear none of them desires to give up. The sidekick watched the fight , waiting for the hero to come out with the villain's head in their hand. The swords meeting together finally come to an end, then the globe of dust fades.

 

The villain's sword breaks into pieces, but recreates again with a single snap of their finger. Their hero, yet, only wiped their sweat and raised their hand— pulling the invisible thread they tied around the villain— their nemesis came flying in front of them, kneeling like an obedient dog with a leash on their neck.

 

“Fascinating,” the villain said, dropping their sword on the ground and dissipating into the air. “I never knew you had such a playful trick,”

 

“Of course, you knew.” the hero stared at the villain's grin, but why does the sidekick feel betrayed rather than excited? The hero has the villain's life on their hand, this is worth celebrating! They stood up but fell on the ground as if they were limp. Confusion played on their faces, they were about to shout for the hero's help but stopped when no sound came

 

out of their mouth.

 

What the hell is happening?

 

“You tried to kill my sidekick.” they ran their thumb on the villain's lips, gazing at their villain like how a lover would stare at each other. “And you've fallen in love with my thread like a dog feeling a sense of belonging, how could I not suspect that you want to experience it again?”

 

Those words sent heat down on the villain’s body, acting like this is indeed worth it if the hero is going to treat them in this way. They intentionally covered the sidekick’s presence, even if the hero is well aware their comrade is watching with an open eye. Both chose to ignore the surprised sidekick, covering their eyesight with fog for them to stop peeping. The hero gave a side way glance on their helpless sidekick staring in nowhere, then returned their gaze at the villain on their knees.

 

“What experience?” the villain asked, batting their eyelashes as a faint breath escaped their lips after the hero pulled the thread up— blood trickled on the golden thread, grazing the villain's skin like a scalpel. Rather than wincing on the pain, a leer draws on their lips, gazing at the hero with hazy eyes. They reached at their neck, feeling the dull thread on their neck and the blood decorated on it. “Oh this?”

 

“… Exactly,” the hero muttered under their breath, their aloof gaze unalterable, though there was a faint blush flushing on their ears that the villain noticed. The villain cocked their head, extending their hand to stroke the blood on the hero’s cheeks, down to their lips. A smile ran on their lips, staring at their hero with daring eyes. They stopped their hand on the hero’s chest, clutching it, and ripping it apart, revealing the fresh wound they marked yesterday. The fresh wound scarred into the villain’s initials, their eyes flashing red when the blood on their hand marks it again.

 

“I wonder who is the real dog right now,”

 

“For such a cute little kitten to want a leash, you are really daring.” the hero breathed out, “I may be your loyal servant, but it doesn’t mean that I can’t tie you up in a bed.”

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Well, this one was a really fun piece! One of the 2022 last pieces before 2023!

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okay so a hero x villain where villain comes to kidnap hero but they find hero in a realllly bad condition (like the proper medical emergnecy thing) and so instead of kidnapping hero they take them to their lair to cure them or something i don't know but pleasee a wholesome ending i'm sick of tragedy

Before the hero could open their eyes, pain struck the hero's entire body, leaving them helpless in the gentle embrace of a warm bed and fluorescent light above them. The pungent smell of herbal medicine and the metallic scent of blood mixed permeated the air, helping the hero distinguish that someone helped them after bleeding out in the dark corner of the street.

They silently groaned as the pain continued to travel down their body as if dominoes of misery were pushed down every time they shifted a finger or two. The hurried footsteps and shattering of glass on the floor indicated a sign of life in the room; the hero cannot help but feel relieved as the person began soothing them while injecting an unknown liquid into their body. The said liquid eased the pain, enough for them to open their eyes. 

"Does it still hurt?" the familiar voice said, it was playful yet worry laced in its tone. The hero sighed, glancing at the person sitting at their bedside. They don't look like a doctor or a specialist, and they are someone nobody would trust; especially with their life. But they couldn't deny the villain's docile face would change a person's mind, instead of a smirk— they would look attractive with a gentle demeanor. Though the villain wanted to embody a confident mad scientist trope, they look like an overworked scientist on the edge of insanity.

"Why am I here?" the hero dodged the question, ignoring the frown on the villain's face which immediately dropped when they noticed the hero glimpsed at them. 

"Obviously, as always—" the villain snapped their hand, playing a small holographic image of the hero saying, "My job as the hero is to serve and deliver Justice for everyone!" and grinned, "— everything for justice, you even sacrificed your own life for the supervillain's destruction."

The villain sighed, "If it wasn't for me, you're probably ashes dusting around the atmosphere now." They said while mixing a few vials with the pure water, shrugging. 

If it wasn't for the villain. They are speaking the truth. Even without the hero's mind reading, they could see the trembling in the villain's hand after they mentioned them turning into ashes. The hero can't help but smile, watching the villain focusing on the medicine in hand.

Nobody knows the hero could read other people's minds. It was their secret even the top secret files do not know for he never told a single soul about it. All of those evil and corrupted plans from citizens and villains alike are an open book in the hero's eyes. Even the villain's infatuation growing into love was known by the hero, they cannot help but also fall in love with their villain little by little. All of those clumsily executed plans, the capturing of the hero's heart system, and little theatrical play inside the villain's mind are known by the hero.

They could never doubt the villain of hurting them or betraying them. The villain's title was like a display, holding nothing but the privilege of meeting the hero employing clumsy evil tactics. 

"You look at me funny," the villain said, suspicious of the hero's soft smile. They cannot help but stop what they are doing and walk near the hero, touching their forehead with an intense gaze. "You don't have a fever though…" 

"You're gorgeous today, did you buy a new perfume?" the hero grabbed the villain's hand, but instead of pushing them away— they intertwined their fingers with the villain. "I wanted to say thank you for saving me." they internally laugh, and the villain's head continues rambling with just a simple act of gratitude (and shamelessness.).

"What is wrong with them today? No, actually— why are they holding my hand? Oh dear, no! Don't look at me with those eyes. Did they just wince? Are they hurt? Is the drug not taking any effect? I have to finish the medicine but their hands are too warm— Oh my god! They are holding my hand!"  Those thoughts ran into the villain's hand within a few seconds while a smile was still gracefully intact on their face.

"I am finishing your medicine so you wouldn't whine like a freaking dog later, hero." the villain said through gritted teeth, speaking the opposite of what is running inside their head. The hero only hummed in response, ignoring the plethora of begging echoing in the villain's mind.

"If you promise to let me hug you from behind after I am healed, then I'll let you continue that."

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I hope this captured the essence of the ask! It was hard writing it lolol.

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Hello! Can you do a flirty hero with an annoyed and flustered Villain (not a tsundere they're trying to keep their dignity) 👀 Hero lowkey knows about villains crush on them so they like to tease and villain tries to not make it so obvious anymore

Sorry if this didn't make sense- English isn't my first language ;u;

The savory scent of the coffee beans permeates the air with the whiff of chocolate and vanilla. The stirring of coffee with the taps of nails on the laptop, and the small chatter and laughter of the people, were the only sounds heard inside the coffee shop. On such a peaceful day, nobody knows that a certain hero and villain are talking at the back of the restaurant. Fighting?

“Isn’t this the so-called respectable hero?” the villain said, rolling their eyes when the hero responded with an annoyingly bright, smug smile on their face. They are outside their work right now, with no suits or masks to cover their faces. Fully exposed to one another.

“Oh yes, it is me. I feel delighted for such a gorgeous villain to recognize me with one glance,” they replied, eyes twinkling in amusement as he brought his hand to his mouth–covering a chuckle. The villain’s brows furrowed and relaxed, then they turned their head away with their arms crossed. A visible pout was on their lips and the hero would be lying if they said that the villain doesn’t look adorable.

An angel would gobble up beauty pills, and it wouldn’t be enough to compare with the villain’s beauty. Their cherry-red lips looked so tempting to kiss, but their eyes remained sharp and cold despite their facial expression. They fluttered their eyes on the hero, a tender glint sparkling behind those eyes eventually faded after they noticed the hero’s stare.

The peaceful coffee shop grew heated, especially in the back, where they are. A civilian glanced at them, curious about the events occurring, but the villain’s icy eyes are enough to make them tremble and look away. How could someone look so innocent with such an indifferent eye? Yet those eyes are gentle in the hero’s gaze.

The hero intimately grabbed the villain’s hand, bringing it up to their lips as they muttered, “You look adorable. How could someone like you be called the devil, Sloth?” They kissed the villain’s ring finger, claiming their treasure. The villain snatched their hand away, clearly embarrassed and excited by the hero’s gestures. But their expression remained indifferent.

The villain looks like a cat with flattened ears, as if disappointed by its owner’s actions. They cannot help but grin wider, not knowing how that smile almost gave the villain a heart attack. “I thought you’d look like an old man with arthritis without your suit,” the hero revealed their thought, resting their head on their hand as they traced the villain’s cheeks–unexpectedly, caressing the villain’s jaw with their finger. “I never expected you to be this adorable. Your suit never deceived me.”

The villain sat rigid in their chair as their lips cannot form any coherent words from the shock. If they were red earlier, they are bloody red right now from blushing like they are having a heart attack at any given moment. The only action they can create is raising their hand and mouthing the word waiter.

“What can I get for the both of you?” the server asked, clearly aware of their ministries or flirting. The hero frowned, glancing at the server with displeasure. “I apologize for destroying your moment. Shall I go away for you both to continue your—”

“No, I’ll have the usual plus a glazed donut,” the villain pushes the hero’s hand, nearing their arms again. The server looked at them both with a weird expression before smiling again.

“I’ll have an Iced Latte.” they glared at the server, wishing for their attempt to scare them off to work. “That is all,” crossed their arms, red flickering in their eyes as if a second was enough to kill the innocent employee. The server left without another word. Leaving the villain with their hero, alone.

“You scared them.” the villain said, trailing their gaze on the sweat dripping down the server’s side. And how the cashier reacted when the server flinched and almost cried, trembling. Oh god, are they that scary? The hero bit their inner cheek, distracting themselves from the truth.

“I never scared him,” they retorted, ignoring the small frown on the villain’s face. They cannot deny that it bothers them. The way the villain reacted to the server’s reaction was unexpected. It bothers them. They are willing to pull the villain’s chin and make them only stare at the hero.

“You are annoying,” the villain rolled their eyes. Though they expected the hero to react harshly, the hero only let out a light laugh, almost giving reasons to live for those who heard it.

“I know,” the hero said, and leaned against their table and caressed the villain’s forehead. “But you love me too much to hate me for that.” they flickered their finger, removing the tracker in the villain’s hair.

“What?” the little tracker evaporated, but before they could say something — the hero pressed their finger against the villain’s lips, silencing them.

“I just removed the possibility of someone watching me kissing you.”

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HELLOOO, LOVE YOUR WRITING.

Could you write something about a stoic, calculating but tries-his-best and softens for his wife villain, with his hero wife who is all the opposite? She's bubbly, sensitive and incredibly empathetic?

But make one of them get hurt and the other taking care of the wound.

My english is pretty bad, so I hope I explained myself enough (really sorry if I didn't😭😭)

Have a lovely day/night!

“We’re safe for now…” the heroine said as she set up an array for movement and magic detection. It heightened her Elven ears as she flinches whenever a light grunt escapes from the villain’s lips. The king himself has ordered the knights to attack the villain’s lair where families live. He ordered them to kill whoever they see and will be rewarded gold for each head they cut.

They did not include her in the order, nobody, and not a single soul told her about it. And the day she found out was full of bloodied screams, carving the day with a painful history. She wasn’t there to stop it, nor did she have any power to stop it, and for the first time… the heroine felt powerless. The heroine’s hands trembled as tears fell from her eyes, and she shakily hugged her body with memories overflowing her mind. The smiles, laughter, and peaceful town were all gone because of a single mistake she made.

Her flower crown became lifeless as the leaves gradually fell off from its branch and her dirtied white gown was soaked with blood. It was a long time ago since she last cried. It was too painful. The pain never left as this nightmarish day only added fuel to the fire. She knew she would not let this go. She wiped off the tears from her eyes and sniffed, chewing on her lower lip to think rationally again.

“Done crying?” the villain asked, his left arm oozing with blood. She stared at the blood spewing out from her lover’s arm and realized what she had to do. She immediately ripped her gown, ignoring the words the villain said, and tied it around his muscular arm to stop the bleeding. 

“You didn’t have to do that, you need it more than me.” the villain said, caressing the heroine’s cheek with care. He heard it all, and he doesn’t want the heroine to blame all of this on herself. The villain was also lacking if he let his creations spy inside the throne, then this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe he was the reason all of this happened. 

“More than you? Look who is bleeding–”

“It is not your fault,” the villain cuts her off, shushing her whenever she tries to speak and argue. “Listen to me… listen to me.” He said, sandwiching the heroine’s cheeks with his hand, then squishing them. The villain smiled and locked their fingers together, intertwining them. 

“It is not your fault. Don’t blame yourself for everything. You’ve done your best and they forgive you for that. All we have to do is take away what they took from us…” the villain said, bumping their foreheads together. The heroine closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as the sun gradually sets. Saying goodbye to this cruel day it witnessed. They stayed like that for a moment, enjoying and reminiscing about the events they’d been through together. Holding each other like their lives depended on it.

“I love you… whatever happens.” The villain breathed out, kissing the heroine’s forehead so gently that she could melt. It was warm, something a normal person wouldn’t feel after a disaster, yet here they are experiencing it. The heroine falls into the villain’s chest, smiling as she whispers, “I love you too… let’s be always like this after all of this.”

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Snippet:

“You know,” the villain whispered in the hero’s ears, taking a deep breath before placing their lips against the hero’s neck. Their hands pin the hero against the wall, smiling whenever their nemesis flinches at the touch. They like it, they like this, but the hero. Their hero, pinned against the wall, is desperately trying to claw away from the villain’s clutch. It is as if their life depends on it when they do it.

“It is no use,” the villain said. “You are not going anywhere.”

“Oh, fuck you.” The hero spat out, shaking from the tight grip. However, it was no use as the villain remained still in their position, watching the hero’s pathetic attempt to escape from their grasp. They don’t know whether they should laugh or stay silent, because the hero’s face, scrunching in numerous emotions, is too amusing to watch. They didn’t know they were smiling after the hero gave them a so-done face with their signature blank look. A chuckle escaped their lips. Breaking their hard demeanor.

“Is the cold-hearted monster who fears spiders finally smiling? Should I celebrate and shout ‘Hurray, you smiled.’” The hero said, waving their hand like a kid, smiling dramatically, then putting on a poker face again. They look like they are done with all of this shit and all they want is to go home and watch Sherlock Holmes for hours.

“Tsk, for such a pretty face, you have such a huge dictionary for insults.” 

“For such a villain, you are horrible at giving an insult.” The hero rolled their eyes, forgetting that they were at the villain’s mercy at this moment. Though they never cared whether they were under their nemesis, underestimating the hero’s mind is the last thing the villain would do.

“Let me fucking go.” 

“No, I won’t.” The villain said, gripping the hero’s arms harder. “I won’t fucking let you go.” The villain’s gaze hardened as the hero stared at them long enough for the villain to lose the staring contest and look away. A chuckle, the hero’s signature chuckle if they figured a person out. 

The villain has no escape from anything the hero might’ve noticed by now, and they despise it. They are supposed to be the ones to control the hero and not the ones under the hero’s mercy. They couldn’t help but gulp while still pinning the hero’s arm down, praying to not lose their grip.

“Villain,” the hero called, cocking their head as they checked the villain out. Their eyes traveled the villain’s pants before batting their eye up to the villain’s gaze again. “Do you perhaps like me?”

“And what if I do?” they blurted out, breathing heavily as information or rationality cannot be processed by their brain anymore. They do not even know what is happening right now as words continue to flood out of their mouth. “What if I like you?”

The villain froze as the word like you slips out of their mouth, making its way to the hero’s ear like an endless tune. What have they done? They could see how wide the hero’s eyes are right now, so there isn’t a way to get out of this. Really, not a way.

“You like me?” The hero said, “You do..?”

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“No.” The villain shushed, placing his finger on the hero’s lips. “No, just no.” they said, glaring at the hero with a hardened eye, then hastened away. Whatever words come out of the hero’s mouth are bullshit, nothing, and stupid. So foolish that the dumbest person in the world would question their title.  

It was dark, and it beautifully decorated the night sky in diamond-like stars, shimmering brilliantly with the full moon. The villain can’t help but see a reflection of the hero’s face in the clear liquid on the ground. That person can even compete for the next god of the year when they enter heaven. Dear lord, how could the villain forget? They are the heaven themself.

They could hear rustled leaves behind them, and trunks breaking in half as the hero came closer behind them. The villain couldn’t help but let out an exasperated sigh, looking back at the hero with a face, as if the world had depended on them.

“Why are you following me?”

“Can’t I?” The hero smiled innocently. An expression that doesn’t fit in the hero’s face. They look like a kid who’s been caught using drugs.

The villain rolled their eyes, crossing their arms as the breeze blew in their faces. It was silent… for a moment until the hero chuckled. Odd, the only word materializing and puzzling the villain’s thoughts. They both stared at each other, seemingly not tired or wanting to blink as their eyes roamed. The villain was enjoying the privilege and trial so much that they didn’t notice how the hero tucked a strand of the villain’s ear behind. 

“Is this okay?” The hero asked, hands dangerously close in the villain’s cheeks. Realizing the circumstances, the villain immediately swatted the hero’s hands away. Hot red blush permeated their cheeks, turning face away from the hero’s sight, and rushed away. Oh god, oh god, those were the only words that the villain screamed in their head as if they never declared they're atheist.

Before the villain could hit the tree face on, the hero blocked their way. (At least saving their face from scratches) They gripped the villain’s shoulder, forcing the villain to look them in the eye. The hero’s warm gold eyes hum beneath the moonlight. They look too good. The proximity between the two of them is too hot for the villain that they can’t help but scream internally.

The hero gently cupped the villain’s cheeks, unbeknownst to them, the saliva coming out of the villain’s mouth as if they were losing consciousness because of food poisoning. They’re happy enough that it was too dark for the hero to notice their reddened face, but they're flushing hot cheeks and palpitating heart would not escape the hero’s senses. (The hero is obviously oblivious to their emotional distress.)

“I like you.”

“AHHHH– JUST STOP FOR A MOMENT–” the villain cried out, then stopped. Freezing in time as they try to process the word that came out of the hero’s lips. I like you.

“I–” the villain spoke, pausing as the hero’s hands were firmly pressed against the villain’s shoulders. The hero’s eyes were genuine, filled with dedication and sincerity, that the villain cannot point out something in their confession. They want to say something, prove themself that they heard it wrong, however, the hero isn’t having any of that.

“I like you, I like you, I like you.” The hero said, pressing their forehead against the villain’s, completely oblivious to the smoke above the villain’s head. They are close to blowing up now, yet the hero hasn’t noticed it a single bit.

They’re going to faint.

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Writing Prompt #8:

"Hey, hey! Are you alive?" The villain snapped twice in the hero's face. They crouched down to the sprawled body in front of them, snapping twice again before shaking them.

"Are you still breathing?" The villain asked, laughing inside when the hero glanced at them with a tired look, sighing in either disappointment or frustration. Probably both.

"Sadly,"

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Writing Prompt #7:

"I want fried chicken, chicken nuggets, and chicken fillet today and only today." the villain said, cocking their head innocently when the hero let out a frustrated groan.

"Let us talk about your chicken addiction after we escaped this stupid maze, okay?!"

"You are just a chicken." they pressed the button that the hero was trying to hack for thirty minutes now. Leaving their nemesis behind with a proud smirk playing on their lips.

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Snippet 12

The villain stared blankly at the glowing painting in front of him, giving a disappointed sigh before burning the portrait in a whip of his hand. His leg dangled on the golden cascaded armchair of the throne, swinging lazily as elements played with each other above him. He glanced at the windows, counting them one by one, then up to the countless different colored windows above the ceiling to create a man’s portrait. 

“Three hundred and eighty-nine, three hundred–UGH!” Frustration fueled his growl as the blazing fire spread through the throne room. The guards protected themself, as a water element began showering the madness with care. He groaned, inevitably falling down the throne again as life seemed too shallow in the villain’s perspective. 

“What should I do? Should I just kill myself and kill all of us in here? Or should I try being a good man for once–uh–well, I was a good man.” The villain blabbered, rolling his eyes when the elements giggled at the mention of him being a decent man. He can’t deny that he wasn’t a rule-abiding citizen when he was young, but he at least tried to be virtuously good. The villain sighed as his feet sways lazily in the seat, his thumb and index finger massaging the bridge of his nose.

He can’t think.

“Well,” the air element froze after the water glared at it, then the water danced around the villain’s head before stopping in his ears. “How about your precious hero?” It said, followed by a giggle at the rest of them.

The villain’s eyes widened in realization. Right, his hero still exists. Alive and breathing in the earth's face. He sat up, glancing at the element with his mouth ajar, then a massive grin played on his lips like an eclipse. 

“You are all smart!” The villain stood up from his throne, stretching his arms for a different outfit to form in his body. He wore the usual cardigan the hero gave him last time and baggy pants that a slave gave him for free. The elements crinkled in amusement as they prepared themself for battle, then the villain glanced back at them again. Confusion is visible on his face as he pushes them back inside his lair.

“What? Don’t tell me you are going on a suicide mission like an adrenaline junkie!” The air element frowned, cold air rushing inside the room as the villain cocked his head. His face contorted into a face of what-the-fuck expression. 

“Hey! We don’t wanna die because of your stupidity.”

“What?” The villain dropped his hand and clutched tightly the other door handle. “Why do you all need to go with me to meet the hero?”

“To fight?”

“To torture?” The earth element said, a chain floating in the air.

“Uh, no? So bye–” the villain tried to close the door, but the earth covered his path. “What again?”

“We are going with you! We don’t want to see you dead tomorrow morning.” The elements nodded in unison, agreeing and dedicated to going with the villain. They will not let their supposed hearts go around and die. 

“You are all going to watch the hero fuck me?”

And they all scattered around the throne room, not even caring if the villain will die in the hero’s bed. Hopefully not.

[ashiristic]

Okokok hero x Villain ask here we go! So let’s say that Villain just recently lost a family member, they immediately stop showing up to fights, making schemes, all of that stuff. Instead, they sit in the cemetery where their beloved lays. Hero doesn’t know and thinks villain is planning something big and goes to search for them. Upon finding Villain at the cemetery and they have to comfort them! :D

Request:

The hero glanced at the hologram, then up to the sign above them. Cold air kisses their cheeks as the smell of crying grass permeates the air. The signboard lets out a small creak after a gush of wind slams against it, giving more chills down the hero’s spine. Are they in the right place? Out of all places to go, the villain visited this old, eerie-looking cemetery. 

They couldn’t help but gulp, striding forward to the entrance as their eyes wandered from the endless field of gravestones. The rusty gate closed out of nowhere, while the fog continued to cover the other side of the cemetery. This is giving them pure creeps. What if the villain has dug their grave for preparation? They shouldn’t have come here without their sidekick. 

“Hello?” the hero said, scared of their voice when it echoed back to them. They glanced back and followed the paved way, ignoring the death stares of the crows above the electric fire. Ducks eventually quack in front of them, running into the river separating the forests and the land of corpses. This place doesn’t look that scary at all.

Soft sniffles of a person and caws of crows eventually filled the silence… they kinda take it back now. The crows flew to a certain gravestone, cawing as if following the music of the person’s cries. The hero can’t help but walk towards the place where the birds flocked. There, they find a familiar silhouette of darkness. Black hair, tendrils, and clothes, crying in front of a headstone.

“Villain?” the hero called, walking back as the tendrils began hissing and poking them to go away. The villain took a sharp breath, calmed their trembling body, and wiped their tears. They turned to the hero with their hollowed jet eyes red in tears. 

“Hey, hero. Nice seeing you–uh… here?” the villain said, cheeriness visible in their voice, yet a hint of pain sings in there. Deeply hidden. 

“Are you okay?” the hero asked, crossing their arms. A bad thing to do when someone is mourning in their face. They do not know what to say, whether to sit and comfort the villain, hug them, or none of the above. The hero would choose none of the above in no time, but the villain looking like the entire world fell apart in their eyes makes the hero’s heart wrench in pain.

The villain stared at them for a moment as if they were hallucinating before they nodded. “Yes… yes, I am okay.” 

Their eyebrows creased, their eyes observing the villain from head to toe. “You are not okay.” They said, frowning as the villain tensed up at their statement. “What happened?”

The hero didn’t expect tears to flow down the villain’s eyes after asking such a question. Was that a sensitive question? Did they make it worse? Questions flooded the hero’s mind, their hands moving on their own. Their hands reached down to engulf the villain in a tight hug, shushing them in a gentle lull. 

“He is gone…” the villain sobbed. “He is gone because of me. I should’ve listened to him. I should’ve never gone inside that pathetic laboratory.” The villain buried their face deeper in the crook of the hero’s neck. Icy tears wet the hero’s outfit. Their hand wriggled around the calming tendrils behind the villain. 

“If it wasn’t for me. If I listened to him–” the hero held the villain tighter, letting their nemesis break in their arms like a rag doll full of emotions. Draining the tears they haven’t squeezed out for years, leaving themself helpless, and begging for the pain to stop. Guilt and hopelessness painted the villain and sculpted them into who they were, as anger brushed them in crimson red for the last time. Creating the villain.

“I hate everyone…” the villain said, pulling away from the hero’s embrace. Their gazes met as a light shone inside the villain’s hollowed eyes. The hero can’t help but caress their cheeks and breathtakingly admire them. If the hero could describe the villain in one word, despite their puffy eyes and ugly black tendrils scattered on their back, the word is ethereal.

The villain broke eye contact while the hero’s admiration remained unnoticed. “Your organization’s experiment made me like this. I hate your father and your family for that.” They paused, taking a deep breath as they slumped down, then looked back up again. “But why can’t I hate you as I despise them?”

It was all it takes for the hero to kiss them deeply.

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Prompt:

@epiclamer Impaled Prompt.

Thanks for getting me out of the writing slump!

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The hero opened their mouth to say something but remained silent. The white-hot pain blared on their side as their nemesis watched them with their mouth jarred. They would’ve won the award last year for the best actor if they really are an actor. Yet here they are—both of them — stabbing each other in the body while the villain successfully stabbed his side.

Sand swirled around them in a circle as the villain cocked their head in confusion. Are they really that… what? The villain’s hair danced with the strong wind, yet the hero couldn’t feel it. Is the wind a design effect for this area? They don’t know, and they don’t want to know because all they want is to get out of here.

“Fuck, I was so sure I saw it on your to-do lists today,” the villain paused, pulling the spear out of the hero’s wound. Great, now the hero is bleeding out. Just goddamn great, as the hero tilted their head, thinking or remembering whether they saw it or it was a magical imagination they thought a few hours ago. “Are you sure you didn’t write something like ‘stabbing’ on your to-do list?”

“Yes, I did.” The hero sighed, clutching their bleeding wound, and trying to not be in hiss pain. They shifted to the side, getting a few inches farther from the villain. “I did, but it was you getting stabbed. Absolutely, not me.”

The villain let out a small oh, blinking their eyes a few times before nodding in understanding. The hero glanced at their back, an opening. They have to run away before they die. Dying was never on their to-do lists, and they still want to taste the heavenly cake made by the baker near their apartment. Their feet moved away from the villain’s direction, preparing to run away, but pain punched them in the gut. 

“I thought you were a masochist when I saw that. Sorry for thinking that way?” The villain apologized, shaking their head as if the hero had lost someone important to them. They don’t have time for this, they have to run. Can they even run away?

“Really sorry hero, though I don’t have getting stabbed and dying on my bucket list.” The villain turned their spear, pointing it towards the hero as they launched an attack. Fuck, again with their flawless cuts. They avoided it despite the flashing speed of the weapon, then they ran. Their hand on their side as they gaze back from time to time, and dear lord. 

The villain is running after them like a cheetah.

“Just get the fuck away from me! I have a family!”

“Is that for comedic effect, or are you serious? Because it isn’t working!” The villain threw their spear into the hero, jumping up and down to watch the hero getting chased by their spear. 

“Good luck!” The villain waved their hand, cackling as the hero ran faster. The hero cursed, yelling damn, fuck, and praying the hell out in their mind. This is a nightmare. An absolute nightmare that’ll make them sleep forever. 

They dodged every thrust of the spear, whizzing as blood continued running down their wound. This is bad—No—the hero will die if this goes on. Fatigue hit them like a truck as they swayed, looking back to see how close the spear was. It was close. They took a sharp breath and continued running despite the injury and the fatigue knocking their brain. 

Run, run, fucking run.

Panic seethes through their vein-like venom, eventually giving in to fear. Their heart was booming inside their chest, awaiting the spear to stab them in the back. They glanced back, taking a deep breath, knowing it’ll be their last. As they moved one more step away, crossing the white line. The spear stopped.

It goes back to the villain with a quick turn, while the hero hopes the villain gets stabbed. They didn’t, instead; they gave the hero a playful grin, yelling; “Congratulations, you survived the challenge.” 

And they disappeared with a sandstorm, clearing the view. The hero never felt so happy to see the beautiful skyline of the city again as they knelt against the ground. They fucking survived a near-death scenario. Check.

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Writing Prompt #6

"Can I touch this?" The hero asked, their gaze shifting between the villain and the strange device they are holding. Their feet tipped up and down like a youngster offered ice cream.

"What?" The villain looked at the gadget in the hero's hand, cocking their eyebrow. They settled down the papers they are holding, snatching the strange object in the hero's hand. "Where did you get this?"

"I saw it over there with a don't touch sign." They said, pointing at the counter near the window, with a bunch of papers pinned on the wall. "What does it do?"

"What does pressing the button do?" There was a long pause before the villain pressed the red button.