#Hero x villain prompts

[creweemmaeec11]

Reverse Tropes

Soulmates - Your soulmate is destined to be your greatest rival in life.

Amnesia - Instead of losing memories, they start getting memories that aren't theirs.

Forced Marriage - Forced Divorce.

Captured Prince - They think they've captured the prince of the opposing kingdom, but they've actually just captured a normal, random civilian.

Chosen one Prophesy - There is a prophecy about *someone* saving the world, but it doesn't actually say who...

Born with Special Marks - It's actually a mark that tells a person what they *won't* be good at.

True Loves Kiss - True Hates Kiss, good luck convincing someone who truly hates you to kiss you.

Love at First Sight - Hate at First Sight.

Rags to Riches - Riches to Rags

Found Family - You need to find your actual, related family.

Misunderstood Villain - Misunderstood hero. They are trying to be evil, why does everyone like them!?

It Was All a Dream - They thought it was a dream, but it turned out to all be real.

Secret Identity - The secret Identity is the one everyone knows, somehow, everyone has forgotten your normal identity...

Villain Defeated by Friendship - Villain defeated by hatred.

Bad Boy & Good Girl - Good boy and bad girl.

Stalking/Obsessive Love - Avoiding the person they like to try and ignore their feelings.

Monster x Hunter - Hunter x Hunter, both thinking the other is a monster, or Monster x Monster, both thinking the other is a hunter.

Hero Gets Framed - The wrong villain gets framed.

Yandere - but it's two going after each other.

[neongalaxiie]

TW: Blood, Description of Injury (not in detail)

"This is the last straw."

The villain stood over the hero's battered form, all bloodied and bruised. The hero raised their head, not without difficulty, and saw the scowl plastered on the villain's face. The hero shuddered. "W-what do you mea—" Their sentence ended in a violent coughing fit, hacking up more blood in their palm. The villain crouched down in front of them as they settled, grabbing both the hero's wrists.

"I'm not letting you do this, going out there and risking your life. This little charade we had going on was fun, but it's gone too far." The villain's gaze dropped to the hero's hands, then down their arms, their suit. Where their body wasn't decorated by a series of cuts, a blossoming bruise lay just beneath the unbroken skin. The villain's face betrayed their concern and, the hero noticed, a hint of pity.

The villain locked eyes with the hero, and their expression hardened again. The hero gave them a sad smile, straining their split lip. "It's fine, Villain. This is my job. I chose this life, so I guess I have to deal with the bad stuff, too."

"It's not fine!" The villain almost roared, throwing their hands up to their head. They were up in the hero's face the next moment. "You could've died! And I'm the one who has to suffer for it! You... you..." The villain stared into the hero's eyes, pained. Their eyebrows drew close, first in sympathy, then with a resolve.

The villain sighed and dropped their head, standing up. They turned their back on the hero. The hero said nothing, only cocking their head in response. The villain turned their head back to the hero, and their voice took a low and dangerous quality. "You could've died. I'm not taking that chance anymore. From this day onward, your career as a hero is over."

[atlaserine]

The villain grabbed Hero's jaw tightly, glaring down at the bloodied face.

"Look at me, princeling" Villain spoke.

"Actually, I'm a princess"

"..."

"..."

"Even better"

[pendarling]

A Discussion

Villain watched mournfully as Hero packed their clothes back into their bags and collected their items along with it too. It wasn't like Villain could keep Hero imprisoned forever in their home, but a piece of them wished they were able to keep Hero convinced to stay one more night.

With their jacket wrapped around their shoulders, Hero lifted the luggage. "I'll be off then." They leaned down to kiss Villain, who had laid on the couch with their arms crossed.

"You could quit your job." They said although they knew it wouldn't work. After all, Hero was a very dedicated citizen and remained loyal to their day job aside from all the hero work. "Or you could quit!" They called out as Hero moved toward the door to put on their shoes; Villain sat up, waiting eagerly for a response—anything to keep Hero in their arms.

"I can't quit my job, how else am I supposed to make a living?" They chuckled briefly and continued tying their shoes.

"No, I meant to stop all the hero stuff. It doesn't necessarily pay you to be good."

"Or..." Hero turned, "You could quit, and we can both work a normal day job."

Villain sighed, reluctant and partially annoyed that, once again, they failed to convince Hero to be anything but what they were now. "What if I..." They trailed off, hesitant at their next idea, "What if I were to kidnap you, then you would have to stay with me."

"And what about my apartment?" Hero's head tilted. "Who will be paying the bills in my absence?"

"Who cares about some shitty apartment, Hero. Everything you need is right here!" They pointed to the kitchen counter. "Look, you won't even bother to pick up the bowl that you brought because you know that next weekend, you'll wanna stay here with me instead."

Hero dismissed it with a shrug, still standing idly by the door, a smirk playing on their lips as they watched Villain's desperate attempts at getting them to stay, "Who says I'll be here next week? If I keep coming and going, someone will become a little suspicious."

Villain threw up their arms, "Let them be suspicious! Let them speculate!"

"My peers will call me a traitor. I need my friends to know they can trust me." Hero bit their lip. They had to admit that having a large group of heroes so tightly familiar with them was turning out to be an obstacle, but they couldn't simply leave either.

"Those hero friends of yours again," Villain leaned back with a loud scoff; they knew if anything, Villain hated them more than the world. Always on Villain's tail, ruining another plan. "Why do you always need their permission to do stuff. It's your life."

"Dear--"

"You could have whatever you want," Their arms stretched out, then pointed to themselves, "I could get it for you."

"I know." Hero stepped closer, "It's just until this is all over."

"When?" They egged. Neither of them knew the timeframe when would come a time when it would be appropriate to be together, but throwing tghe question out there would give them something to think about. One way or another, they'd have to conclude.

The room fell into silence.

Hero rubbed their temple, "Okay, I'll text you later." They reached for the door; Villain jumped up and rushed to the door to wrap their arms around Hero one last time.

"I love you, honey."

"I love you too." They kissed shortly, "Don't stay up too late."

"You know I can't sleep without you next to me."

"Look at the stars, my love. I'll be underneath them too."

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[howtonerdoutovereverything]

“I don’t wanna be a hero,” Teen muttered, scuffing their foot on the kitchen tile, their eyes nervous but with something darker and more certain present within them.

Their mother’s face fell with disappointment.

Their father’s face lit up with hope.

“I don’t wanna be a villain, either,”

Their father’s face fell as well, with even more disappointment.

“I just wanna be…like…a normal person. I’m done with you guys trying to rope me into your work. I’m going to decide what I want for myself,”

[imaginativeworks]

Writing Prompt

Hero: “D-d-date?!?!”

Villain: (letting out a light sigh) “Yes, my dear.”

Hero: “B-but I thought all these run-ins were so you could get me out of the way!”

Villain eyes lazily look over at hero with something affectionately warm as they slowly take hero’s chin in their hand to look at them and ask. “How could you ever possibly think that I could feel anything other that deep admiration, adoration and fondness for you, my dearest little hero?”

[avvail]

prompt #93

You’re pretty.

Pretty like blood, warm against flesh, pretty like blood contrasted against a velvety blanket of snow, enough to catch a wandering eye.

You’re pretty like a jewel; diamonds, emeralds, ruby’s, a treasury amongst green fingered thieves.

You’re so pretty. Pretty like a flower. Pretty like a hero. Pretty enough for your enemies to possess than kill. To tuck your disheveled hair behind your hair, so unkempt and unlike your usual clean appearance. So out of control and wild that they smear pretty blood across your pretty lips and kiss the stickiness away like it’s their lifeforce.

The way you tremble under their fingers, when you used to stand upon steely walls of valour and turn your nose up like a brave knight on quest.

What self-righteous quest are you driven by when you’re reduced to nothing, little hero?

Nothing more than a pretty picture of fear, all consuming, and so tempting. Triumph you cared so much about, slipping between those fingers of yours like the sun spills across the land; unstoppable.

Unlike you. Not anymore.

And it’s the prettiest thing a person has the luxury to witness.

[thekittyburger]

One of my favorite tropes has got to be a sick villain waking up on the hero's couch, initially calm with the knowledge they're comfortable and being looked after, until they try and move and find their hands cuffed above them

[cassidysinferno]

prompt #2

sunshine hero who's so close to go insane. sunshine hero who has alot of pent up anger and threw all the anger out to the villain. and even the villain is shocked by this.

bonus points if the villain has some sort of trauma related to yelling so they cover their ears to at least muffle the hero's lashing and when the hero realizes this they tried to comfort the villain :)

[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.

[creweemmaeec11]

Why is asking permission for certain things, both romantic and platonic, one of the cutest, most heart-fluttering things ever?

"Can I hold your hand?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Would you like me to carry your jacket?"

"Can I hug you?"

"Would it be alright if we cuddled?"

"Can I play with your hair?"

"Might I walk you home?"

"Can I tickle you?

"Is it okay if I kiss you goodbye?"

"Can I hold onto your arm while we walk?"

"Can I rest my head on your shoulder?"

"Is it okay if I call you (nickname)?"

"I'd really like to kiss you right now, if that's okay with you,"

"Would you let me take care of you?"

[neongalaxiie]

"You're sick."

"Yeah," the hero coughed, their voice raspy. "I know that."

"Then why are you still out working?" The villain grabbed the tissue box off the dresser and held it out for the hero, who reached over from their bed and snatched a tissue.

"You know why." The hero blew their nose into the tissue and sniffed, setting it aside. "The city needs me."

"The city needs you to get better."

"I can't sit here bedridden while villains like you are running around."

The villain's eyes widened, then shifted to the side in contemplation. They hummed in thought, a slow smirk growing on their face. "You know what?" They crossed their arms. "Fine. Until I deem you well enough to get back out there—" The villain flashed a sharp grin, and the hero raised a brow. "—I'll be playing hero."

[atlaserine]

warning : a bit suggestive

"Trust me, the dark side is more fun than you think" Villain leaned in close to hero's ear, "You just need someone like me to show you the ropes" They smirks.

Hero swallowed nervously, it was hard to bite back with a witty banter when Villain is breathing down on them. Hero tried to give a distance between them, but their back was already pressed against the wall. They tilted their head towards Villain's, forcing a confident smile

"...sorry, I'm more used to handcuffs"

[amethysts-prompts]

Prompt #239

"You don't understand," Villain seethed, hand pushed tightly against their wound, "how hard I worked. I did..." They took several moments to pant and whimper through the pain. "I did everything I could, but you- you're the real monster here."

Hero was quiet.

"You don't"- they paused to groan. They kept bleeding, and it hurt. "You don't know me, Hero. You only see my actions; you don't- you don't consider their meanings."

******

Main writing blog: @amethystpath-writes

[howtonerdoutovereverything]

The villain stumbled down the corridor lethargically, fingers loosely wrapped around the handle of their coffee mug. Another late-night brainstorming session was in the books, and as was standard after such an evening, the villain felt like absolute garbage.

What wasn’t standard, however, was the villain nearly tripping on a giant lump in front of them, near the edge of the long hallway carpet.

“The hell?” the villain grumbled, their eyes straining as they glanced down at what exactly had almost cost them their favorite mug.

“…Hero?”

[becomingthevlillainsfamily]

Hero x Villain

“They still send kids to fight their battles” hero’s eyes narrowed down with anger, barely shutting down the trauma etching to resurface, she stepped back, having a very good idea and experience of the events that would follow once you were caught, she couldn't prevent herself to break the rules, to break into the villain's lair. Her younger self knew that brainwashing was the worst but still it was second to torture, and so she promised to execute the plan, so that others wouldn't have to suffer from the agonizing things which would haunt them forever.

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The grimy prison like warehouse, where the heroes in training were stacked up like commodities had left an irreparable impact on hero’s mind, and so here she was easily figuring out the prison in the villain’s lair. The grubby charred rods reminding her of the last torture ‘the others’ were subjected to, lowering down on knees witnessing the dim darkness covering her vision she whispered “No kids” only a bracelet she knew, the young trainee had the one she had given him. Various thoughts swirled in her mind, it had been years maybe the villains had changed their ways, their actions? Maybe they don’t lock the prisoners out here but where if not in this maze, her reasoning clogged up with indescribable thoughts soon chipped in with an alarm ringing in her head, forcing the hero to swipe a kick at the assailant, to send him off his footing. “I knew you would do this” the grip on hero’s ankle tightened as the now known figure pulled her ankle towards him, sending her off balance and on the ground, “Of all people” she gritted her teeth, the villain slowly closening the distance between them, his hand travelling up from her ankle to her knees, and slowly a bit up more “What do you think you are doing?” the unrestrained and unhesitant actions sending the hero in a frenzy, as she lodged a dagger out of her right boot and swung it at the villain’s neck, her wrist now in his grip. “You're portraying me as the villain.” the villain sobbed “You've never condemned actions like these before, so why now, darling?” the last word, sending shivers down the hero’s spine, as the villain threw away the dagger, trying to gain command over the situation over her strange reactions, over her now red neck and flaming cheeks as the hero reminisced about all of his previous actions, she shouted “Are you talking about those one sided actions of y-yours” it was hard to keep hold of the conversation and situation whenever she was facing him, as the hand slowly pulled up now both on each of her legs, the villain smirked, tilting his now near head towards the hero’s face, his eyes taking in every detail of the figure in front of him trembling, the now red cheeks and neck, he backed away instantly “Oh no” a twinge of sadness in the words, as he pulled his hands on his chest making a cross, “How could you think of such things?” the sudden pitiful act making the hero stand up on her legs, “What thoughts” she screamed, the accusator now audibly sobbing, she grabbed the shoulder of the guy in front of her, who easily fell back supporting his fallen figure with an arm and other over his mouth, sniffling again “Oh my” the hero flinched trying to pull back as a hand slinged behind her back and tugged her towards him, The grip on her waist remained firm as she noticed her left leg resting over his right, with the other kneeled on the ground. Gently stroking the corners of the hero's eyes, the villain whispered, 'Now' He carefully lifted the hero onto his raised leg, allowing her legs to dangle beautifully on either side, just as he liked. The hero trembled at the sensation of his breath against her face as he asked, 'Would you like to talk about the reason for your visit?'.