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Prompt (462)

The villain smiled. “Aw, did you just call me a nickname?”

“I called you a pain in my ass,” the hero snapped.

“Still counts!”

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Prompt (461)

"You might as well give up now," the villain said, playing with the shirt collar of the tied-up hero. "there's no way for you to escape."

The hero narrowed their eyes at the villain. "Except I know your weakness."

The villain raised a curious eyebrow. "My weakness?"

"Do you really expect me to believe that you hate me? I see right through the act," the hero said.

The villain's eyes widened, in surprise. Their grip on the hero's shirt tightened. Oh no.

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Prompt (460)

The hero frowned in disapproval at the villain. “Really? A kidnapping? That’s all you’ve got this week?”

The villain sighed. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ve been really busy!”

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Prompt (459)

“Any idea what to do?” the chief of police asked.

The hero stared at the scene blankly. “How to stop all the wild animals the villain let loose in the city? I don’t know, I’ll have to give them a call.”

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Prompt (458)

“Here,” the villain handed the hero a package. “It came in the mail for me this morning.”

“And this is. . ?” the hero said quizzically.

“Going to blow up unless you can stop it,” the villain said, already running away. “Good luck!”

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Prompt (457)

The hero frowned at the villain. “Why are you smiling? I beat you.”

“Did you?” the villain said. “You should know by now I’m too attached to you to let you go fight someone else.”

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Prompt (456)

The hero wiped the blood off their cheek from the villain’s knife. They stared at in on their fingers with disinterest.

“Stay back, unless you want more,” the villain threatened, venom in their voice.

The hero looked up to the villain, unimpressed. “Do you have band-aid?”

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Prompt (455)

The villain smiled from the ground, eyes wide and bright. They stared up at the hero smugly, even with the pain from their broken leg.

“If you want to kill me, now’s your chance,” the villain said simply.

The hero shook handcuffs at them instead. “All in due time, love. First, though, we have a few questions for you.”

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Prompt (454)

“This doesn’t change anything,” the villain said.

“I know,” the hero said impatiently.

“I still despise you-”

“Yeah, yeah,” the hero said, hauling the villain in for another bruising kiss.

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Prompt (453)

“Uh, what are you doing here?” the hero said to the cashier.

The cashier looked up. It was actually the villain, in a brown apron with a name tag.

“What?” The villain said. “I need to pay the bills somehow.”

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(Yeah, so, I lost the ask, but this is what it said:)

Heyyy! So I was wondering if you could do something with a prince and a body guard. Basically the prince has a body guard but they don’t want one/don’t think they need one. They both hate each other and they banter a lot and the Prince thinks his body guard is useless and what not but one night someone sneaks into the palace and into the princes room where they try to kill or kidnap him. The Prince wakes up with a knife to their neck or a hand pressed against their mouth so they can’t scream. Maybe they struggle which causes something to be knocked over, alerting the body guard or maybe he yells body guards name…? idk. But the body guard finds out something is wrong somehow and the body guard barges into the princes room and finds the kidnapper/murderer/whatever pinning the Prince down, straddling his hips and holding his hands above his head so he can’t escape, maybe he has a knife or some ropes but the body guard comes in and fights off the enemy and the Prince and body guard have a cute “you saved me” enemies to lovers kind of thing? Do you see my vision? I trust that you do bc your amazing but no rush on writing thisssss I love youuu <33

Doing Your Solemn Duty

"For the last time,” the queen said, exasperated. “You are not to go anywhere without your bodyguard!”

“Come on, mom,” the prince groaned. “I can take care of myself!”

“Last month, you snuck off the grounds, and almost got killed.” the queen replied.

“But I didn’t. Because I can hold my own against some muggers.”

“What about an assassin?” the queen said. “What about someone coming in the middle of the night, and trying to kill you when you’re asleep? Will you be able to handle it with your skills of sleeping martial arts?”

The prince didn’t have an answer for that. The queen looked past him and nodded at his bodyguard. His bodyguard stepped forward, kneeling for his monarch. The prince rolled his eyes. 

“It is my solemn duty to keep your son safe. I promise, your majesty, I will protect him until my dying breath.” the bodyguard said.

The queen smiled for the first time since the conversation had began. Then she turned her gaze back on the prince. Her gaze said both, isn’t he lovely?, and, don’t you dare try to shake him. The prince didn’t agree with either. He sighed and turned around, ready to storm out of the throne room. 

“Well, come on,” he said, when he noticed his bodyguard was still kneeling.

The bodyguard got to his feet and hurried after the prince, who had already slammed the big double doors shut behind him.

“Can’t you just leave me alone? Maybe go on break or something,” the prince said.

The pair were in the prince’s bedroom. The bodyguard glowered at the prince. “Absolutely not. Even if I didn’t have a direct order from the queen, I don’t bend to the wills of stuck-up royalty.”

“And yet you do whatever my mother says.”

“Your mother-” the bodyguard pointed to the prince’s painting of a toddler him and the queen in the corner of the room. “-has worked hard to keep this kingdom safe and prosperous. You sneak out of the palace to gamble at pubs and deflower anyone who crosses your path.”

“Yeah, and? That’s what everyone does.”

“You have a duty to your kingdom to accomplish greatness.”

The prince fell back on his bed. “Can you stop sounding like the queen? And, if you’re really going to keep guarding me--which is completely unnecessary, I don’t need a babysitter--at least leave my room.”

The bodyguard hesitated. “The queen said-”

“I need to change my clothes, don’t I?” the prince said. “And I don’t want you watching me while I sleep.” 

The bodyguard sighed, but gave in. “I will wait right outside your door until the morning comes. Don’t even think about trying to escape.”

“Mhm,” the prince replied. “Can you get out, now?”

The prince slammed the door shut behind his bodyguard. At least he wouldn’t have to see that stupid face until the morning.

The prince was lying in his bed, asleep. But something was wrong. He was shifting into consciousness. He felt a tremendous weight on his chest. Something cold was pressing against his neck. His eyes slowly opened, and focused in the darkness. There was someone above him. Someone sitting on him. Someone dressed in black. Someone with a shiny knife pressed to his neck. The prince’s eyes darted to their open bedroom window. Then he started struggling. He bucked his hips, trying to get the assassin off him. He shifted and shimmied, but the assassin didn’t budge. The prince couldn’t make out their features in the dark, but he could hear their grating voice in his ear.

“Hello there, little prince,” the assassin said. “Stay still, now.” 

The prince ignored him and groggily reached for the knife. The assassin grabbed his arm and pressed the knife slowly, cutting off the prince’s airway. The prince wheezed and he bit the hand that held his arm. The assassin swore in pain, distracted. The prince shoved them off him, onto the ground. He jumped out of bed. The assassin came for him, swinging the knife at him. The prince jumped out of the way just in time. He had adrenaline coursing through his veins, now, his grogginess melting away.

“Come on, I’ll make this quick,” the assassin said, taunting.

The prince jumped out of the way of another swipe, knocking over a table of his with a very expensive vase. The vase fell to the ground and shattered. The assassin skittered back to avoid the broken china. The prince stared down in disappointment.

“You could have fed a family for a month with that vase,” the prince said, voice scratchy with sleep.

The prince bedroom door burst open. On the other side was the prince’s bodyguard. Right. The prince had forgotten about him. Right about now, the bodyguard’s  height and defined muscles looked pretty promising. To help stop the assassin, of course. The bodyguard clocked the knife, glinting in the moonlight, and immediately charged for the assassin. The assassin was quick, and avoided the bodyguard’s punches a few times. Until they stepped on a broken fragment of the prince’s vase. They slipped up a bit, allowing the bodyguard to hit them with a left hook that sent them crashing to the ground. The assassin swept the bodyguard’s leg, bringing him down too. It was a mistake, because now the bodyguard was on top of the assassin. The assassin panicked and brought the knife clumsily to the bodyguard’s face. The bodyguard hissed as it grazed his cheek. This gave the assassin an opening.They pushed the bodyguard off of them and rose unsteadily to their feet. Their eyes landed back on the prince. But then they shifted back to the bodyguard. The bodyguard’s eyes were clearly on the assassin. The prince couldn’t see his bodyguard’s face, but he could imagine the deadly stare. The assassin instead chose to back up. The bodyguard scrambled to his feet to go after the assassin, but they slipped out the window before the bodyguard could catch them. 

The prince stared in disbelief at what had just happened. He felt like he could finally catch his breath. He rushed to his bedside table to light a candle. He picked it up by the handle and, avoiding the vase, made his way over the bodyguard. He was still at the window, probably staring at the assassin disappearing over the countryside. Some palace guards were probably chasing them. 

“Hey,” the prince said. 

The bodyguard turned to the prince. “Hey. Are you alright?”

The prince nodded. “I am. Thanks to you. You saved me.”

The bodyguard smiled. For some reason, it made the prince dizzy. “Don’t thank me. I was just doing my job. I’ll always be here, protecting you. Even if you are stuck up and annoying.”

The prince laughed. “Fair.”

Then he noticed the bodyguard’s face. “ Uh, you’re bleeding.”

The bodyguard absently touched the blood trickling down his cheek. “Oh.”

“Here, just- I got it.”

The prince reached up with his sleeve and gently wiped away the falling blood. When he looked back up, the bodyguard was staring at him.

“What?” the prince said.

“I think I misjudged you.” his bodyguard said.

The prince felt himself blush. What was wrong with him? “Yeah, maybe I misjudged you, too.”

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do u sit and think about ur prompts or do they just pop in ur head or u be reading something and it gives u the idea like the light bulb appears on ur head

also u the baddest I love ur writings

Hey there.

I usually write my prompts on the spot. More often then not, they're inspired by the media I was consuming last. The hardest part is keeping the prompts fresh, so they don't feel too repetitive.

Thank you for the compliments. I'm glad my jumbled ideas spoken to you.

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Prompt (452)

A hush fell over the crowd.

“What?” The hero said from the podium, unaware of the villain stalking up behind them. “Do I have something in my teeth?”

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Prompt (451)

The phone rang on the hero’s bedside table. The hero groaned, dragged their hand down their face, and sat up in their bed.

“Hello?” the hero said into the phone blearily.

“Where are you?” said the villain’s annoyed voice through the phone. “I’ve been holding these hostages for hours! It’s no fun without you here.”

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Prompt (450)

"I hate you," the villain spat. "The very thought of you disgusts me."

The hero stared at the villain, desperation lacing their voice. "Then why did you kiss me?"

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Prompt (449)

The villain’s knife grazed the hero’s leg. The hero bucked and pushed the villain off them.

“You must be so getting tired,” the villain said flirtily. “Ready to give up?”

The hero sweat off their brow and smiled, a glint in their eye. “In your dreams.”

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Prompt (448)

“No!” the hero cried, reaching out to their baby. “Stay away from her.”

The villain pulled the infant away, lulling her to sleep. “Aw, I think she likes me.”