Hi : )) I'm sure you have, like, thousands of asks in your inbox, but here's some dialogue prompts, feel free to choose as many or as few as you like! hero x villain mlm if you don't mind!
"strip. do it now or I do it for you."
"stop struggling -- I'm not going to hurt you, okay?"
"lie down on the bed, please".
"don't make me do this. please."
"are you crying? there's no need for that, pretty boy. It's just me."
"Are you crying? There's no need for that, pretty boy. It's just me."
The hero swallowed hard at the words, trying to will the tears down. It didn't especially work. The sight of the villain - golden, devastating, somewhere between a relief and a horror - only made him want to cry harder.
His hands flexed in the power inhibiting cuffs. "I thought you were the guards."
The villain's head tilted. "Did they hurt you? Is that why you're crying?"
"Thousands of people are dead," the hero said, in a broken sort of disbelief. "Thousands of people are dead because of me. They'll kill me for this."
"Nah," the villain said. He leaned against the cell door, folding his arms. "I won't let them do that."
"I'd deserve it."
"Losing control happens to the best of us."
"It doesn't happen to you."
"Well," the villain said, with the sunny smile. "I'm not the best of us, am I?"
Another wretched sob lodged in the hero's throat.
The villain sighed and nudged off the wall, crossing the small space. The hero twitched in his restraints, but without his powers there was little he could do about the villain's presence.
"Hey now," the villain said. He thumbed the tears away like they were something precious. "You're okay. So you accidentally killed a bunch of people - it's not the worst thing ever. There are a lot of people in the world! With over-population and all that jazz you probably did a net good. You have to think positively about these things."
"I murdered over a thousand people," the hero said, as if repeating it louder and slower might make the awfulness of it get through.
The villain shrugged.
"Yeah," they said. "By accident. It's more like involuntary manslaughter, you know. I'd do it on purpose, so you've got that going for you."
The hero wrenched his head away, jaw clenching. He closed his eyes. More tears rolled down his cheek.
The villain sighed again. "Ah, pretty boy," he said. "You break my heart, you really do."
"Why are you here?" the hero demanded. "Did you come to gloat or something?"
"We both know I came to make sure you were okay, but I can gloat if it would help you feel morally superior for a moment."
"I'm fine."
"Yeah, you look like you're having a whale of a time, darling." The villain scrubbed his fingers up through the hero's hair next, just a little too much on the side of caring and tender. "Those inhibitors have gotta hurt like a bitch."
"It's fine."
"Your suffering won't bring them back."
There was nowhere for the hero to recoil to. Telling the villain he didn't deserve such attempts at comfort would do nothing to stop it either.
The villain tugged at his hair, hard enough to yank the hero's gaze back to him.
"Come on now," he said. "Stop crying. You'll awaken something in me. And I don't want to drag you through the mob all teary-eyed, it never looks good on camera."
"What?"
"You don't think I'm just leaving you here, do you?"
"I need to face the consequences of my actions."
"You're a god amongst men, pretty boy. We don't need to do shit."
"I want to face the consequences of my actions."
"The consequence is that you have to deal with me," the villain said, "after being all heroic and dumb enough to let them put a power inhibitor on you. And I don't care what your guilt wants you to do. So. Up you get. There we go, good boy."
The hero wobbled to his feet, if only because he knew the villain well enough that it was a case of standing himself or being forcibly moved. He glared.
The villain flashed him another sunny smile, slightly soft at the corners. His eyes were soft and dark too. Something to drown in blissfully.
"What if I lose control again?" the hero asked.
"Eh."
"This is serious. People are - they all - fuck."
"-Stop thinking about it," the villain said. "I'll figure it out. Just breathe. You're crying again, for god's sake."
The hero sniffed.
The villain drew him in, hugged him hard, and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "It's just me," he said, in the hero's ear. "You know there's nothing you can do to hurt me. I've got you. You're fine."
It shouldn't have been reassuring, it wasn't remotely fine, yet it was. His monster always made everything he did seem manageable.
The villain pulled back, brushing the tears away again.
"Chin up, pretty boy," he said. "That's it. Now come with me."
The hero didn't know what else to do, so he followed.
