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prompt #104

“So we’re skipping the niceties now?” The hero hums under her breath, a terseness to her jaw as she’s spun around once more. The music swells dramatically for the climax of the song, meeting the villain’s eyes through the slits of the mask.

“Whatever do you mean?” She purrs, arm purposely closed around her waist so they’re dancing impossibly close to one another.

Masquerade or not, the hero recognises the villain. And in turn, she knows the villain recognises her.

“Let’s not beat around the bush,” she frowns. “You know who I am. Why are you here?”

The villain laughs. It’s almost as entrancing as the music itself, the swell of strings concocting jaunty chords. Her perfume feels almost suffocating, hand in hers and legs dancing smoothly around each other. Everyone else seems like a blur, only focused on the woman in front of her.

“For you, of course,” the villain whispers by her ear, hand dragging along her hip until her fingers dig into the seams. “I wondered if by the end of the night, I might see what you look like without this gorgeous dress.”

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prompt #103

“How was I supposed to know you loved me?”

The villain raised an arched brow at them in disbelief. “It was obvious.”

“You threw me off a fifteen story building the other week alone.”

“In the name of love.”

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i’m writing prompts again from time to time! requests are open and welcome on my ko-fi - you can buy me a coffee, request your prompt, and i will post it on my blog for you :)

prompt #102

“It must be suffocating,” the villain hummed, a fine whisper on their tongue and their fingers dancing a waltz through their hair. Soft strands curled around their finger, an absentminded and thoughtless movement.

They leaned down to kiss their temple, a chaste little thing that barely stirred the hero awake. Tucked against them as though they were lovers, as though this wasn’t a dangerously deceptive painting of their relationship.

“But that’s okay,” they whispered, patting the hero’s cheek. “I’ll take you away. From everything.”

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prompt #102

“It must be suffocating,” the villain hummed, a fine whisper on their tongue and their fingers dancing a waltz through their hair. Soft strands curled around their finger, an absentminded and thoughtless movement.

They leaned down to kiss their temple, a chaste little thing that barely stirred the hero awake. Tucked against them as though they were lovers, as though this wasn’t a dangerously deceptive painting of their relationship.

“But that’s okay,” they whispered, patting the hero’s cheek. “I’ll take you away. From everything.”

[avvail]

Hello everyone!

It’s been a long time and I can’t promise I can return to this blog anytime soon. With my exams finished, I am making my change to University and moving out - finance is a struggle and I am doing everything I can to help myself out as living will be extremely difficult.

I have set up a Ko-fi page here!

This is merely a suggestion and not a requirement - any kind of tip or donation would mean the world to me and really help me out in the long run.

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I love you all (and I miss being on Tumblr🥲) and thank you so much 🩷

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Not dead promise. Middle of exam season, slowly killing me, cannot write. Words no appear. Will likely be back sometime mid June when I’m all finished and have the time. I’ll come back to the BTHB and get all of them written when I can, as well as some new prompts! Love yous see you soon promise <3

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prompt #101

The villain’s fingers closed around the sidekick’s throat, digging so hard into the skin, it was already blooming with red marks. They gasped, choking and grappling uselessly at their wrist, but nothing was working. The hero shakily lifted themselves onto their knees, tongue spitting out words before they could stop themselves.

“Stop!” They blurted, their voice shaking. The sidekick’s eyes were wide with terror. “Stop it, just–just let them go. Let go of them. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

The villain calmly turned their head towards them. The sidekick squeaked when their grip tightened in a cruel, almost mocking gesture. “And what would that be?”

The hero released a shuddering breath. Their pleading eyes met the villain’s, relaxed and unbothered. Their lips quivered.

“Me?” They breathed.

With the way the villain’s lip twitched into a knowing smirk, the hero knew they had given the right answer.

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(enemy turned caretaker)

During a fight, Villain accidentally ends up triggering Hero's trauma but Hero keeps it together until they find an alley to have a silent panic attack in.

(love the Bingo idea btw!)

The hero couldn’t breathe.

They had barely managed to slip away from the battle undetected, terrified of what might have happened if they’d been unable to. They can feel their sharp nails digging into their neck, as if trying to remind themselves that the villain’s hands aren’t crushing their windpipe, but it’s too late.

They’re spiralling ridiculously bad, and they can hardly suck in a sufficient amount of air.

Their head is so loud. Even when they’re leaning against the wall of the alleyway, it’s so overwhelming that they feel as though they’re going to fall. Even when something grips their shoulder hard, the hero can barely feel it, like they’re somewhere else completely and everyone else is as invisible as the air they can’t even breathe.

“Hero,” the villain says curtly, trying to get their attention. The hero’s eyes are wide, unfocused, and they don’t miss the pale sheen from the lack of oxygen. They frown, tugging their hand away from their neck. It’s purpled with the villain’s handprint, and their brow twitches.

“Stop that,” they snap, gripping their wrist tightly. “You’re bleeding.”

They tug the hero down to the ground, their lips pressed into a thin line when their jerky movements make them feel almost bad, knowing they were the cause of this panic attack. They press their hand hard against their mouth, forcing them to meet their eyes.

The hero squeals, cutting off their breath. They try to pull away, but the villain keeps them pressed to the wall, unmoving.

“Snap out of it,” they snap, their voice low, intent on trapping the hero’s attention so they can’t think of anything else. “Just look at me.”

The hero barely does that, the terror evident in their watery eyes. They squirm and wriggle, their fists pounding against the villain’s chest, but their hand doesn’t budge, and neither do they.

“Keep looking at me,” the villain growls, and the hero does. For a long few seconds, their shaking hands stutter to a stop, and there’s a flash of lucidity in those wide eyes. Only when they start to pale from the lack of air does the villain finally release them.

They suck in a sharp breath, forcing themselves to take long, deep inhales of air for at least a minute or two. The villain watches intently, just to make sure they don’t spiral again, and the hero swallows uneasily, wincing.

The bruises around their neck suddenly make the villain feel a twitch of remorse again. They supposed that was off limits from now on, not if it made the hero feel like this.

“Tell me five things you can—”

“I’m not doing that,” the hero rasps, their face contorted in discomfort as they focus on getting the air back into their lungs. The villain raises a brow, but they don’t say anything.

“Indulge me,” the villain hums.

They shoot them a glare, but regardless, they comply. Silently. They don’t speak, but they can see the hero’s eyes flicking around, and their mind ticking away as they process everything around them. Finally, they look back at the villain.

“Good,” they sigh, rising to their feet. They hold out a hand for the hero to take, but they ignore it, remaining on the floor. Stubborn, the villain comments in their own mind. “Is that something that happens often?”

The hero quicky looks away again, rubbing their arm. “Not really.”

Not unless they strangle them again, the villain mused internally. They make a mild note that although victory was what they were aiming for, they weren’t going to play dirty. But they didn’t have any intention to stick around.

“Let’s postpone this for another day,” the villain says dismissively, waving a hand. “This was a mood killer.”

They bristle defensively. “Sorry, I can’t control it, asshole.”

The villain shrugs. “I’m not talking about the panic attack. I’m talking about helping you.”

The hero goes quiet.

“This won’t happen again,” the villain continues, an edge to their tone. They were enemies - any normal villain would have taken advantage of that panic attack, or even the discovery of a weakness of theirs. Taken advantage of it; they hate how they don’t want to.

“Are my morals rubbing off on you?” The hero sneers, and the villain is somewhat pleased there’s a flicker of that fire again.

“Let’s be clear, sweetheart,” the villain scoffs. “We’re enemies. That’s not going to change.”

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a villain that can hypnotise people through touch

The hero feels themselves tripping over their own two feet as the imposing figure advances on them, until their back hits the wall with a solid thud. They attempt to keep their breathing under control, but it’s a difficult game.

“Where are you going?” The villain asks simply, as if they don’t already know the answer to the question. The hero grits their teeth, baring them viciously.

“Stay back,” they hiss. “I mean it.”

“Or else what?” The villain chuckles humourlessly, their cold eyes not leaving theirs for even a moment. “You know you can’t win this fight.”

“No,” they shakily whisper, their eyes desperately searching for a way to escape. They are not ignorant to the power that the villain possesses. The power that had kept them trapped in their clutches for far too long. “Give me a ten foot pole and I’ll find a way to keep you away from me.”

The villain raises a brow. “You don’t have one of those, doll.”

“Yeah?” They spit. “Wanna bet?”

The villain takes a measured step forward, and the hero’s narrowed eyes suddenly widen, pressing themselves closer against the wall until they’re impossibly flat.

“No, please,” they breathe, their face wrinkling in fear. “The people need me, Villain. Please, let me go back out there.”

The villain laughs coldly, like that’s funny.

“You should see yourself when you cling to me,” they respond coolly, their eyes flashing with something dangerous. “It’s cute. You make these little doe eyes that drive me crazy.”

“That’s not me,” they choke, their hands pressing into their chest. “These gaps in my memory, not knowing how much time has passed, what you’ve made me do – it’s torture.”

“It’s far from torture, doll,” the villain frowns, taking another step forward. The hero’s heart hammers in their chest, lodging in their lungs and making it difficult to breathe. “You don’t see how much you’re spoiled.”

The hero chokes on a hitched breath. “You get off on this sick power play. You take away people’s free will, make them into—”

“—nothing?” The villain interrupts sharply. Their expression darkens. “You’d never understand what it’s like from my perspective. You’re thinking too hard, yet so little. Why don’t you come here?”

The hero instantly shakes their head. “No. Stay away from me.”

“Then I come to you.”

“Stay away.”

The hero makes a desperate lunge in an attempt to escape, but the villain’s hand seizes their wrist instantly, and they gasp. Tingles reverberate through their skin, and they desperately try to yank away. Their grasp is unrelenting, and with each second that ticks by, the tingles grow stronger, spreading through their body like wildfire.

“Stop,” they gasp, their knees weak when they’re tugged closer. “Please, please stop.”

“Shh,” the villain hums, a warm hand cupping their cheek, making the hero’s throat close up. Their mind goes haywire. But when the villain speaks, when their skin touches theirs, their thoughts begin to die out.

“That’s it, doll,” they purr, brushing a thumb under their eye when a stray tear leaked down their cheek. “Just like that.”

It’s always beautiful when the thoughts leave their eyes, when their weakening struggles die down, and they go slack and pliant in their arms. The villain’s eyes crinkle with a smile, admiring the dazed expression on their face. It takes moments until all the fight is drained out of them.

“There you go,” the villain hums, and their touch makes the hero go all fuzzy and lightheaded. “Let’s go back, shall we?”

The hero obediently follows them along.

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For bingo, vampiric draining: vampire villain hasn’t eaten and things nearly go very, very badly for hero when he tries to help. (m/m if you wouldn’t mind? 👀)

The villain’s strength was no match for him; that was a given when the hero was a human and the villain was a vampire.

He’d dealt with the villain for so long now, that the idea of his hunger never frightened him. He knew the signs, could get him an option that didn’t cross his moral codes, and the villain’s never ending urges could be satisfied until it came crashing back again.

“Villain,” the hero snapped, biting back a painful cry on his tongue when the villain’s fingers twisted into his disheveled hair, twisting it at an angle that exposed his neck. The villain could probably hear how fast his pulse was racing against his skin right now - the hero had thought he had things under control. The villain had said he was fine, that he was getting enough blood.

But he was completely off the rails.

How had the hero not noticed?

His hands grappled at his chest, trying to push him off, but it was like pushing off a block of steel, and the villain could easily incapacitate him with one rough slam into the ground. The hero wheezed, feeling the prick of his fangs scrape along his flesh. He squirmed desperately, fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Villain, listen to me!” He tried to shout. “I’m trying to help you!”

This was animalistic hunger. How long had the villain gone without feeding? The hero wasn’t sure if it was his fault for not noticing, or the vampire’s for lying about it for so long. His heart dropped to his stomach when he felt those fangs sink into the flesh of his neck, and the hero almost screamed.

He instead groaned through clenched teeth, fingers digging so hard into the villain’s shoulder, he was sure it had drawn blood.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his body completely paralysed from the pain. Tears stung his eyes, and he desperately tried to pinch them shut. It hurt; he’d never felt a pain so intense before, as if he’d been slammed into a brick wall at high speeds.

The villain was greedy and a messy eater, barely feeding from the first wound before moving to bite elsewhere on his neck. The hero’s forehead broke out into a clammy sweat as the coppery stench of their own blood began to fill their senses.

“Asshole,” he grumbled, his voice grim. The grip on his shoulders slowly began to ease. The villain was going to regret this when he snapped out of it, and the hero felt guilty for not doing enough. He should’ve noticed. Why hadn’t he noticed? “You’re spilling most of it.”

The hero tried to blink back the haziness that was beginning to overwhelm their vision, creating something like a mist over their eyes. The villain pressed himself impossibly closer, having made good work of the hero’s shoulder this time. He felt blood soak his hair - it would be a nightmare to wash out. If he ever did.

It felt like an eternity - a slow death. He didn’t know what else he expected, but it was a little boring. An anticlimactic way to die. The numbness had kicked in, and he could hardly even tell when the villain plunged his fangs into another inch of skin, draining him dry.

He swallowed uneasily when the villain’s tongue dragged along his neck. This wasn’t exactly how he’d imagined it happening. He could dream, though.

He suddenly felt the villain’s bloody hands cupping his cheeks, and his half lidded eyes managed to blink through the blurriness to catch a glimpse of his face. Minutes must have passed by without the hero even realising. The villain must have snapped out of it, but he couldn’t hear anything he was saying.

He wanted to make some kind of joke, but he didn’t have the energy to say anything, not when the villain cradled him in his arms, and not when he felt himself being carried someplace else.

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truth potion/serum 😌

“What’s that?” The hero murmurs uneasily under their breath, watching as the villain carefully inserts the needle into the soft flesh of their forearm, making them wince slightly. They watch it plunge into their vein, only daring to tug against the restraints once the needle is out of their skin.

The villain merely sends them a smile. “Nothing that’ll kill you.”

“Let me guess,” the hero growls. “A fate worse than death? Are you really trying this bullshit with me after all this time?”

“You don’t think our dynamic is a conventional one?”

The hero shuts their mouth, contemplating what the villain’s game was. If it was a sedative, it was a slow acting one, since they couldn’t feel any symptoms creeping up on them just yet. It was peculiar - they felt just fine.

“Let’s be honest,” the hero sniffs, and they don’t miss the way the villain almost laughs in amusement. They don’t know why that’s funny. “If our relationship was a conventional one, you would have killed me the moment you kidnapped me.”

The villain hums, their eyes roaming from their face languidly, kissing their teeth. The hero watches with a stubborn frown as they begin to circle around them, ever so slowly, and it makes them nervous.

They try not to shift.

“You’re right,” the villain sighs from behind them, and they want nothing more than to crane around to keep their eyes on them, but they can’t. Their heart races relentlessly in their chest, clenching their jaw. “Would you rather we adhere to the stereotypes?”

They roll their eyes. “If it means getting killed, then why would I?”

“You’re self righteous and selfless, aren’t you?” The villain teases. “Doesn’t that come with your job?”

“It doesn’t mean I’m eager to die. Dying means defeat, and I wouldn’t ever let you defeat me. You and I both know that.”

The villain stops beside them, a smile on their face that the hero doesn’t like. They send them a sharp glare for good measure, just because they can.

“So, is that a no?”

The hero wants to know where this is headed.

“No,” they confirmed. The villain stepped closer to them, their thumb gently brushing over a tender bruise on their temple. The finishing blow that had rendered them unconscious, making it easy for the villain to drag them here into their clutches. The hero forces back a wince, their eyes hard and determined. The villain loves that look.

“But you’re like that with others,” the villain comments, still stroking their temple. “Other villains, I mean. Especially Supervillain - the typical good versus bad. You know they’d kill you if they could. Stereotypes, after all.”

To hero resists the urge to lean keenly into that touch. “Because I know Supervillain is dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” Their eyes gleam mischievously. “You don’t think I’m dangerous?”

They shift. No dizziness yet, and their vision is completely clear, along with their mind. It’s not a sedative. What are they planning?

“No,” they respond after a moment, and the villain’s jaw ticks. It’s the only sign of irritation they’ve seen from them, but their tongue blurts more before they can stop themselves. “You’re dangerous in different ways.”

The irritation disappears, and the thumb slips down their cheek.

“Dangerous in different ways,” they muse, as if chewing the words that came out of their mouth. The hero’s heart is pounding against their ribcage, and they’re not quite sure why. The villain is incredibly close, feeling pinned down by their cold gaze alone.

“You’re easier to be around,” the hero speaks, trying not to stammer over their words. “I...” I hate you, don’t get me wrong. That’s what they want to say, but their throat closes up before they can. The villain’s thumb strokes the bottom of their jaw, and they shiver, as if encouraging them.

“Because I know you won’t kill me. When given the chance, you go easy on me.”

“You think I go easy on you?”

The hero gives them a disgruntled look. “You never torture me. Last time you kidnapped me, I slept in one of your guest rooms.”

“You were still a prisoner, or did you forget?” The villain scoffs. Of course they had been. The hero had spent all night trying to pick the lock, to smash the windows, but there was no point. They were a prisoner, but it never felt like they were in danger. Not in the same sense they felt when the supervillain almost incapacitated them. It was different.

“That’s not the point,” the hero snaps, unaware of their own rising irritation. They jerk their head away from the touch, feeling as though it was distracting them. The villain has this arrogant smirk on their lips, as if they know exactly what they’re doing. “If I ever kidnapped you, I wouldn’t stick you in a luxurious room. I wouldn’t let you sleep on a bed, I wouldn’t have you here and not torture you.”

The villain hums, their voice dropping low. “You like it when I treat you good?”

“Yes.” No. “I do.” It’s weird.

It takes a single, heart stopping beat for the hero to realise what they’d just said, their brows furrowing in confusion. They open their mouth to say something else, before their eyes flick down to the red pinprick from the needle in their skin. They release a shuddering breath.

“A truth serum,” they breathe. “That’s what you injected me with.”

The villain lets out a dark, amused chuckle. “I was waiting for you to figure it out.”

They lean back, creating a rift of air between them where the hero can still feel their warmth. It still feels hard to breathe, their wrists flexing under the restraints, and they grind their teeth hard together. This is dangerous. This was exactly what they were talking about.

“Are you tired, Hero?” The villain’s soft voice questions, enough to make the hero swallow uneasily. Their heart is racing now, so fast they feel like they’re going to throw up. They screw their eyes shut.

“Yes,” they say, feeling fingers under their jaw, tipping their head back. Their eyes open instinctively. The villain almost coos.

“And you love how easy it is with me,” the villain murmurs, admiring the embarrassed, shunted look in those cute eyes of theirs. “Love how I treat you.”

The hero’s fists clench. They desperately try to say no. “Yes.”

“And,” the villain purrs, their thumb brushing along their bottom lip with precious ease,” it’s dangerous because it’s so easy to shut your brain off. So dangerous to let your guard down around me. Easy to manipulate, as much as you wish that wasn’t true.”

The hero almost whines. “Yes.”

“Do you think I’m manipulating you?” They ask, their voice a hushed whisper, like a soft lull in their brain. The hero squirms, but they still can’t look away, not even daring to swallow. The villain leans in closer, their lips so close to theirs, and their voice turns dark. “Do you think it’s working?”

Who knew the hero’s weakness was simple acts of kindness. The villain had never thought going so easy on them would make them putty in their hands. But it did.

The hero bites down on the inside of their cheek, straining not to answer. The villain’s fingers curl around a lock of their hair, tucking it behind their ear tenderly. Too tenderly - the hero loves it.

“Better not fight it,” they hum. “It’ll hurt.”

“Yes,” the hero finally gasps, the throbbing pain in their head easing. They almost feel out of breath, trembling under each of their cunning touches.

The villain’s eyes gleam, leaning forward to kiss them. The hero had been so adamant they could never defeat them, and it almost makes them crackle. Maybe never in the stereotypical sense, but they had proved this was not a stereotypical rivalry; what was true defeat if they didn’t conquer them, after all?

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OOOOO OOO OOOOO angry mob, but it's civilians mobbing the hero they once admired/trusted? Chef's choice on the context, "you failed us" type of thing comes to mind...if the villain needs to be directly involved (rather than just implied background/setting) maybe even they find it too brutal/unfair...

The hero doesn’t put up much of a fight as they were dragged along the streets, flanked by two giant henchmen. Even if they made a run for it, they wouldn’t get very far.

Civilians upon civilians were gathered along the streets, the supervillain’s henchmen doing their best to keep them back, their ruthless shouting and livid screaming like tidal waves in the hero’s mind.

It was a perfect ploy on the supervillain’s part. Blackmail the hero, keep them in the dark long enough so when the turn over of the precious city they cared about so much occured, the hero was immediately implicated.

The city hated them.

There were hundreds of civilians crowding the streets, and they barely avoided rocks, glass, and anything they got their hands on being tossed at them. They might not have any restraints, but the hero’s hands were tied.

“You promised to protect the city!”

“You’re the worst of them all!”

“Get out of here!”

“You’ve left us all to rot!”

“We trusted you!”

The hero clenches their jaw, trying not to let the tears sting their eyes. With the supervillain’s influence, they couldn’t even fight back. Couldn’t rally the civilians to their cause, not if they wanted to incite a complete massacre.

The sudden clanging of metal suddenly caught the hero off guard, and they barely even turned around to catch a glimpse of the civilians that had shoved one of the henchmen to the ground, making a furious beeline towards them.

The hero’s eyes widened as the two beside them attempted to protect them from the oncoming mob, but the sheer size was no match for them. They descend on them immediately, and had the hero taking blow after blow, smacking into the ground.

The ravenous screaming filled their mind, feeling their shoes smack into their stomach, their back, desperately trying to cover their head with their arms to stop the crowd from stamping on their skull. Some people were trying to, even if the hero curled themselves in so tight.

They briefly sobbed, wondering if this was how they were going to die, until there was a sudden uproar, and the crowd dispersed away from their trembling body. A flurry of the supervillain’s henchmen had come in, violently breaking up the crowd, as gentle hands peeled the hero’s arms from their head.

“Hero.”

Their scrunched eyes barely cracked open. They knew that voice.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay,” the villain murmured softly, tucking an arm around their shoulders to lift them into a sitting position. The hero barely bit back a pained cry, agony tearing through their muscles.

They could taste blood on their tongue.

“Oh, jesus. You’re okay,” they whispered quickly, tenderly stroking one of the black bruises on their jaw. “You may have broken a rib, but you’re fine now. They’re gone.”

The hero’s breathing rattled, each scream and each furious shout from a civilian making them wince. The villain cradled them close, a quiet sigh escaping their lips.

“Why’d you do it, Hero?”

The words made them almost heave.

“I didn’t want to,” they sobbed, their rattling breath hitching when their hands gently carded through their hair. “I didn’t want to. I’m sorry.”

The villain’s expression softened. It didn’t matter if the hero had aligned with the supervillain or not - they didn’t deserve this kind of brutal treatment. They swallowed uneasily, gently helping them onto their feet.

“Okay, sweetheart,” they whispered softly. “Let’s get you out of here.”

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prompt #100

“Are we fighting or fucking?” The hero grinned, their chest rising and falling jaggedly in an attempt to catch their breath. The villain had rolled ontop of them, hand closed around their throat, the other pinning their hands down above their head.

They winced, as equally out of breath as their enemy. “Hero, you broke my rib.”

“Okay? That doesn’t answer the question.”

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ransom note? With whoever u want I'm just a sucker for that setup

The hero’s droopy eyes were always such a fascinating sight. The villain could very well keep them drugged up like this for the rest of their life, if they so pleased, and it would never get old to them.

They would always be able to admire their slurred moans behind the gag, their watery eyes looking at them so delicately, hardly able to grasp onto a single thought in that empty little head of theirs.

The villain smiled softly, their fingers tapping under the chin.

“Hero,” they called, gently stroking their thumb along their chin. The hero’s eyelids sluggishly blinked, looking so out of it. They couldn’t even lift that heavy head of theirs without the villain’s help. It was so pitiful.

“It’s been six days and three hours since I sent out your ransom note,” they sighed, feigning a look of pity as they tilted their limp head to the side, admiring the glint of the dim light in those blank eyes. “They finally got back to us. Want me to read it?”

They fished into their pocket, bringing out the pristine note in the envelope, something the Agency had sent in response to the ransom note the villain had sent out when they first got their hands on the hero.

They let go of the hero’s chin, letting it drop unceremoniously, not missing the disgruntled whine that bubbled against their gag. The villain briefly smiled at that.

They motioned for one of the henchmen to untie the gag from around the hero’s mouth, simultaneously using a small knife to slice open the top of the envelope. The villain gave a languid sigh, their uninterested eyes scanning over the words.

“Absurd amount of money, don’t hurt you, negotiable terms,” the villain listed off under their breath, a small chuckle escaping their lips as they turned to the hero, taking in clipped breaths with the absence of the gag. “You hear that?”

They gripped their jaw, fingers digging into their cheeks as they jerked them forward, the ropes scraping against their already sore flesh. The hero gave a pained whimper.

“No money,” they told them, showing them the note, even though the hero wouldn’t be able to read anything in this state. “They want to negotiate instead. Isn’t that funny? They’re begging me not to hurt you, and yet they’re willing to risk not meeting my demands when I asked them to.”

The villain scrunched the note up in their hand, until it was squashed down tight in the ball of their fist. They stepped directly in front of the hero, digging their thumb into their mouth and prying their jaw open. Watery, pitiful doe eyes could barely stare up at them.

“Maybe it’s for the best, you know,” they cooed, stuffing the ball of paper in their mouth, making the hero moan against it. They tapped their cheek harshly. “They won’t pay the amount I asked for, so I’m going to keep you.”

The villain wiped away a stray tear charging down their bruised cheek, and let go of them. Their head dropped.

“You’re too pretty like this to pass up anyway,” they smiled.

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Confidence shattered and/or tears of fear + eager inexperienced hero realizing they're out of their depth?

Nails dig hard into their cheeks to stop any noise from escaping them. 

They feel so ridiculously useless, and so out of their depth, curled up behind the car as they try to steady the deep panic that’s shaking their lungs. The hero had been training to be perfect; these were the problems they were made to deal with. 

“You’re sloppy,” comes the supervillain’s voice, and the hero doesn’t dare let a squeak escape from their hand, clamped so hard over their mouth their knuckles have gone white. Footsteps crunched against the glass from around the car. 

They should’ve never provoked the supervillain. What had they been thinking? So high on their pedestal, completely unaware of the reality that would come crashing down on them. The reality that, no - they weren’t perfect. In fact, the hero was starting to realise they were hardly special at all. 

They hear the deafening sound of bullets spray against the side of the car, and they flinch violently, nails digging harder into their cheeks, begging themselves not to make a noise. They hear a distinct click, metallic clanking on the ground, and then a sharp, yet languid sigh from the supervillain. 

Their ears strain, listening to the sound of their footsteps leading away. 

They were leaving. 

The hero dared tilt their head to the side, suppressing the whine that was bubbling in their throat when their bloodied injuries flared up. Blood pounded through their skull, daring to sink back against the car, lowering their hand. 

The hero was certain they would have found them, sunk enough lead into them that they would’ve been dead before they could even scream. But they were okay. 

They released a shuddering breath, tears stinging their eyes. They refused to let them fall right now, desperately trying to pick up the pieces of their shattered, blind confidence they’d weilded. Their technique had been no match for them - the supervillain had countered every blow, blocked every move, hit them so hard they were dizzy. And the hero hadn’t even been able to land a single hit. 

They grit their teeth, shame stabbing through them. They shuffled onto their knees, crawling to the boot of the car. All of that training, and it had amounted to nothing against someone like the supervillain. The hero wasn’t even sure if after this, they would be able to find the courage to make it out onto the field.

A gun went off right by their head. The hero couldn’t contain their scream this time, wrapping their arms around their head in a panic to shield themselves from the attack. They could barely even find the air that had been punched out of their lungs, before the supervillain was standing in front of them, pistol in hand. 

Their eyes widened, but it was too late. The supervillain’s fingers twisted in their hair, matted with fresh blood, and roughly shoved them against the ground with strength the hero wasn’t sure someone could possibly possess. 

“Hello, little hero,” they smiled, calmly, as if this was no bother to them. “You ran off so abruptly after our fight. I thought that was what you wanted?” 

They slammed their head into the ground, and the hero saw stars. Pain throbbed through their skull. 

“Stop,” they croaked, their breath hitching with panic when the supervillain smacked their head into the ground once more. 

“Stop?” They mused, twisting them so they were forced to meet their cold, pointed eyes. The hero couldn’t feel their nose, they realised, blood pooling across their tongue. Tears slid down their cheeks, the panic gripping them like a vice.

“Please don’t kill me!” The hero sobs. 

“What happened to all that bravado you had before?” The supervillain murmurs, nudging the tip of the gun against their cheek, making them freeze. “Don’t hold out on me now, little hero.” 

The gun presses like the nipping cold against their skin, smearing fresh blood along the metal. The hero desperately wants to curl into a ball, all of the fight they’d prided themselves on shrinking into nothing. Like it never existed. They can’t move, only wrecked by the uncontrollable shivers that have seized their body. 

“I will say,” the supervillain drawls, their grip easing just an inch. The hero can hardly even bite back their sobs, even when they use the gun to catch their tears. “I admire your tastes. Though, next time, maybe simplify your palette a little bit.” 

The hero can barely speak. “I’m sorry.” 

The supervillain lets out an amused noise, releasing them. “Try this again, kid, and I’ll commit to bashing your skull in.”

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hero/villain bad things happen bingo event

considering i’ve been very busy with life and upcoming exams, i decided to kickstart the break (and as an apology for being so inactive) i have with a bad things happen bingo! the event is based on the prompts you ask - please use my inbox.

they can only be hero/villain themed. but that can also include any characters you want (superhero, supervillain, sidekicks, civilians etc.), anything on theme. as usual, characters are always gender neutral unless specified otherwise. it’s a first come first served, so if multiple people request the same prompt, i will only do the first.

i’ll only be doing this while i’m on break. love you all and thank you thank you mwah 🩷

confidence shattered

ransom note

angry mob

truth potion/serum

vampiric draining

enemy to caretaker

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prompt #99

The hero lays their head on the villain’s bare chest, their cheeks still rosy and a sweet little smile on their face. The villain runs a hand through their disheveled hair, gently tugging the hero closer.

“That was good,” the hero giggles, and the villain pulls the duvet up to cover them, their lip brow pinching slightly, as if offended.

“Just good?” They murmur quietly, and the hero hums, one eye flicking open.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll just have to change your mind,” the villain whispers in a purr by their ear, already beginning to kiss down the length of their neck, and the hero grins, wrapping their arms around their neck.

“We’ll see.”

The villain gently pries their thighs apart with a breathless chuckle. “Little minx.”