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Prompt by @gingerly-writing

“Run.”

“If the potion only makes you attack the people you love, I’ll be fine. I can stay here and stop you from attacking anyone you actually do love-”

“I love you!” the villain snarled, concrete fracturing under their fingers. “Now run.”

There was little for the hero to do to stop themselves from being horrified.

Up until then, the villain had refused to look the hero in the face, but now, the villain’s slow and concentrated fury was on full display.

“Before I kill you.” That was the final warning, the concrete that barely stopped the villain nothing more than dust.

The hero bolted, frantically feeling around their belt for anything that might hold the villain off. For the first time in a while, they didn’t want to use their powers on them.

Earth shattering footsteps pounded mere paces behind the hero.

There was a grappling gun, and while it couldn’t do much against the villain’s sheer strength, it might work in slowing them down.

Blindly, the hero shot behind them, hoping they hit somewhere around the villain’s legs. That’s when they stopped, and sidestepped, making the villain trip forward, charging into thin air.

While the grappling gun lay discarded a mere distance away, the hero still had their fists. They tackled the villain, straddling them on the ground.

The villain, in turn immediately tried to reach for the hero’s neck. Keeping the villain’s murderous hands away took far too much of the hero’s strength.

“Stop it!” The hero commanded. They hadn’t noticed the villain’s bloodshot eyes.

Whatever reply the villain did try to make came out more animalistic, a contorted face with a hoarse and frustrated voice.

The hero jolted when the villain tried to wrestle out of their grasp.

With limited options, and a villain almost free of their grip, the hero did the first thing that came to mind.

True love’s kiss was only for fairytales, sure, but who decides the difference between life and a fairytale?

The hero felt awful, because at first, the villain was frozen, making no effort to reciprocate or pull away. They did, however, try and pull the hero closer. The hero felt less guilty about kissing them with that motion.

When they parted, the villain managed to rasp out a few words

“Needs to be-” the villain stopped, their hands twitching in the hero’s hold. “Needs to be out of my system. Lab. Go.”

The hero felt questions bubbling out of them, but had no time, as the villain leaped forward with more strength than the hero possessed, breaking the previous hold.

Now, instead of looking down at the villain’s face, the hero looked up, wasting no time in kneeing the villain’s stomach, and grabbing the discarded grappling gun just inches from their hands.

Once again, the hero shot, hooking the grappling gun’s cord around the villain’s feet. They were behind the villain in a flash, one arm wrapped around their throat.

Three, two, one. The hero counted in their head, listening for even breaths. When they heard it, they finally turned the villain around, lifting them in their arms.

The villain’s tear stained face was on full display for the hero, stray drops leaking from their eyes. Gently, the hero wiped them away.

“You said a lab?” The hero asked, mostly talking to themselves. “We can work on your vagueness when you’re you again.”

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Hero opened their eyes blearily, wincing as the bright light irritated their eyes.  They squinted, glancing around the room.  They had no idea where they were.  It looked like some sort of holding cell.  Had they been kidnapped?

“Finally awake, are we?” someone asked.  Hero groaned, rolling their eyes when they saw Supervillain standing in the corner of the room, arms folded and looking incredibly satisfied.  They pushed off the wall and walked over.  Hero felt their heart beating faster as Supervillain got closer, until they were only a couple feet away.  Hero wasn’t quite sure what to say, so they stayed silent.  The metallic tang of blood was present in their mouth, and they faintly recognized a couple drops of blood dripping out of their mouth and down their face.  They spit it out onto the floor and looked back up at Supervillain.  Supervillain was staring at them with amusement.  

“You’re quite interesting, you know that?” Supervillain chuckled.  Hero rolled their eyes, ignoring how their heart was beating out of their chest.

“I’m sure,” Hero snapped, trying to wiggle out of their bonds.  The rope rubbed harshly against their skin, and they tried to hide a wince.  Supervillain didn’t notice, preoccupied with pacing around the cell dramatically.

“Can’t wait for Villain to get here,” Supervillain grinned.  “That’s when the fun really begins,” they continued.  Hero squinted at them, confused.

“Why Villain?” they blurted out, their curiosity getting the best of them.  Supervillain’s eyes widened, and they laughed harshly.

“You have no clue, do you?” Supervillain shook their head, circling behind them leisurely.  Hero hissed as Supervillain flung their hand out and yanked Hero’s head backwards.  Supervillain’s fingers dug into their scalp, and they grimaced.

“Well, this won’t do.” Supervillain’s eyes furrowed.  Hero closed their eyes, willing themselves to pass out or fall unconscious or-

“No, no, none of that-” Supervillain shook their head, resuming to drone on about Villain and their insolence.  Hero tried to ignore them, but their voice was so goddamn annoying-

“Stop,” they seethed.  “Please just stop talking, you’re giving me a headache,” Hero muttered.  Supervillain’s face darkened, their pacing growing more rushed.

“Where is that son of a bitch?” Supervillain groaned in annoyance, stopping their pacing to stand right in front of Hero.  Hero looked down at the ground, not willing to make eye contact.  

“How am I supposed to know?” Hero snapped.  A dark look came over Supervillain’s face, and Hero barely had time to regret their actins before Supervillain struck them in the face.  Hero’s cheek was tingling, and there was even more blood in their mouth.  They leaned their head down to the ground, spitting blood all over Supervillain’s shoes.   Hero sat back up, breathing heavily but with a satisfied smirk on their face.  Screw you, Supervillain.

“You’re quite entertaining.  Maybe I’ll just keep you for myself…” they whispered.  Oh no.  That didn’t sound good.  Hero gritted their teeth, trying to move as far away as their bonds would allow.  Supervillain noticed and grabbed their hair, yanking their head up to face them.  “Quite easy on the eyes too,” they remarked in contemplation, wiping the blood off of Hero’s face.  Hero felt their heart begin to race as Supervillain got closer and closer.  Supervillain was about an inch from their face when a loud bang resounded through the room.

“Get away from Hero, you slimy bastard.”

Hero glanced up dizzily.  A lean figure was standing in the doorway, head down and a dagger in their hand.  The figure stepped forward, and Hero’s eyes widened.  It was.. Villain.

Villain’s gaze was locked onto them, a strange look on their face.  It almost looked like… concern?  Hero watched as Villain began to connect the dots, eyes darting between Supervillain and Hero.  They stepped closer, and the hand in Hero’s hair tightened.

Supervillain ignored Villain, and was looking down at Hero.  “Looks like someone’s here to rescue you!” Supervillain grinned mockingly, dragging a finger down their cheekbone.  Hero fidgeted, desperate to increase the distance between them.  “Isn’t that cute?” Supervillain continued, looking them up and down in a predatory way that made Hero want to throw up.

“Don’t touch them,” Villain seethed, a vein popping out in their neck.  Hero couldn’t help but feel a bit confused. Why was Villain of all people, here to rescue them?  It didn’t make sense.  

Hero was torn out of their thoughts as Supervillain leaned closer to them, a devious smirk on their face.  Hero closed their eyes, their heart jackhammering out of their chest.

“I told you not to touch them,” 

Hero felt a faint breeze blow by them, and whipped their head to the side.  They watched as Villain’s dagger embedded itself into Supervillain’s chest.  Supervillain grimaced before they crumpled to the ground, their skin turning sallow and their eyes glazing over.  Hero let out a sigh of relief, before remembering who their savior was.  They looked over at Villain, who was staring at Supervillain with an unreadable expression on their face.

“You alright?” Villain asked, eyes flicking over their figure in search of injuries.  They crouched down, untying the ropes around Hero’s ankles..  Hero bit their lip, watching as Villain fiddled with their bonds.  

“Yeah, I just feel… weird,” Hero admitted, getting up from the chair once Villain freed them.  They stumbled a bit, grabbing the closest thing- Villain’s shoulder.   Villain grabbed them quickly, preventing them from falling to the floor.  Hero shot them a grateful smile and pushed their arm off of Villain’s, intending to walk on their own.  Villain sighed loudly, grabbing Hero’s arm and wrapping it around their shoulder.

“You and your hero complex,” they snorted, leading Hero out of the room slowly.  Hero grimaced, bracing themselves against the wall as they tried to regain their breath.  They looked behind them, frowning when they realized they had only walked a couple feet.  

“Hey, I think that-” Hero could hardly finish their sentence before they felt Villain tilt them back and wrap an arm under their knees, twisting them so that they were in Villain’s arms.  Hero looked up at Villain, squinting at them.

“You could’ve given me a warning-” Hero started, faltering as Villain began to glare at them.  “What?” they snapped.

“Just shut up and let me carry you,” Villain hissed, looking pointedly ahead.  They tightened their hold, and Hero gave in, leaning their head against Villain’s chest and closing their eyes.  

Prompt #16

Hero walked into the department store a few hours after it had closed for the day, looking around at the many shelves. “Villain? I know you’re here!” They adjusted their glasses, held together by duct tape after their last fight with Villain.

“Oh, Hero! Excellent timing! I’m so sorry about yesterday, so I decided to get you all the glasses money could buy- I mean steal. Money could steal? I mean-“

“Other people need the glasses too, Villain. And I’d need to get the right prescription.”

“Oh... should I put them back?”

“Why’re you asking me?! Ooh, those ones look pretty...” They grabbed a pair of fancy looking glasses, then forced a stern expression. “But this doesn’t mean I condone stealing.”

Villain smiled. “Of course not.”

Chess Partner

Rival had that glint in his eyes, she noticed, the one he recently has when they play.

"Things don't look too well for you, don't they?"

The perfect, still, poker-face Heroine mastered kept away any information he tried to get.

"That is what you have said last time."

He frowned a bit, but his eyes kept their shine.

"So you do have a plan..."

"Hopefully."

"Then I shouldn't eat your knight..."

"If you doing this is in my plan."

Rival leaned in and squinted at her. Sometimes, just sometimes, he was too dangerously cute. Heroine hated to admit that to herself, but the way her lips urged to smile at his sight left no doubt.

"So you DO want me to do this...!"

"You can try to interogate me all day, or actually think for yourself."

Hero almost let out a chuckle as she answered. He pouted again, adding a frown and a crooked nose. She finally let out a laugh, dropping her straight face.

"You're a pleasure to play with..."

Rival was quite for a moment, his smile was... It has never been that soft. God her heart beat so fast.

"I can say the same for you."

He blushed a little and looked away. Scratching his scalp, Heroine used the distraction to take mental notes.

He brushed his hair, which she doesn't remember him doing in any other day they met. A warmth grew in her as she hoped that she read the signs right. His clothes were nicer, too. He replaced the usual seeatshirt and sweatpants with a polo shirt and jeans. The shirt's sleeves were shorter, which was nice and...

He has a scar. Right at the back of his forearm, barely noticeable.

"That's it. I'm not eating that. It reeks with a scheme."

Hero knows that scar. And she knows that man. Villain grinned at her.

"Knew this was your plan. Scared now?"

She immediately returned her poker face.

"Plans change."

She played her move quickly and quietly. Villain took some time but made finished his turn.

"I'm gonna win this time, I can feel it."

Hero didn't respond or banter back. She didn't say anything for the next few turns, no matter what he tried to do to tease or make her laugh. He grew more worried each turn.

"Hey ummm..."

She needs to finish this and think of the next step. This was her chance to catch him once and for all.

"You good?"

Looking up, she noticed his worried expression. It was completely geniune when she smiled and reassured him.

"Yes, just got lost in thoughts for a bit."

He smiled back.

"I actually had something weighing on me too, mind if...?"

"Go ahead."

He took a big breath. That moment, she knew what was about to happen. What she wished one of them will be brave enough for. She wished for this ever since they first played her. Ever since he truly challenged her. Ever since he took his loss with a laugh and adoring eyes.

"I know we only ever meet here to play, and that I have annoying jokes and... And an annoying self..."

Even the dread she felt didn't stop her from chuckling.

"But I like... I don't know... This. Playing wit- Even when you win. So you I thought..."

The fact that she knew of his identity didn't stop the butterflies she felt. Making her wish he was who she sees now. Just a softhearted, clever guy she met at an urban chess.

"We could go get ice cream aft-, or something less childis- I mean... Well you-"

This is her chance. Even if not for love. She showed him the best smile she could master.

"How about coffee tomorrow? I know a perfect place."

A coffee shop 50 meters away from a police station. It will be easy.

He smiled shyly and let out of all the air he held in his lungs.

"Sounds perfect..."

His blushed and relieved face turned her stomach. Imagining how he'd look at her tomorrow, when he'll realize who she really is.

But now Heroine must forget about it. She'll smile and laugh and be happy, genuinely happy, that they like each other.

They were chess partners, and she can't allow him to guess her next move.

Coach Brunt: We should appreciate the small things in life.

Coach Brunt: *picks up Bellum*

Coach Brunt: You are appreciated.

Bellum: Put me down or I will kill you

Prompt 224

"What's your favourite animal?"

"Penguins." The hero responded automatically. They had stopped pulling against the ropes an hour ago. "Why are you asking me all these questions again?"

"Um..." The villain's eyes flicked to the description of the questionnaire promising a '90% chance of falling in love upon completion by both parties.' "... for evil purposes."

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