May I request Villain rescuing Hero from Supervillain, who’s been drugging, harming, and using Hero for their (and their friends’) personal enjoyment (feel free to add a ‘the previous night’ scene for the spice) please? Villain taking them home, giving them large clothes and blankets to cover all their skin and to hide away in, reteaching them boundaries and reassuring them they won’t ever let anyone hurt them that way again—bonus points if they have to undress Hero to clean their wounds and Hero is terrified :D All the fluff and angst you’d like!! Make it as long as you want, I’m not afraid to read >:) No pressure of course! Love your work!!
Unlikely Allies
Part 1: An Unexpected Rescue
(tw for implied drugging/needle use)
Hero didn’t know how long they’d been captured for anymore. They were starting to care even less.
Weeks? Months? It didn’t matter. All Hero knew was that they were going to die in Supervillain’s chambers someday soon, dirty and hurting and defiled. The things Supervillain and his henchmen were doing to them couldn’t compare to anything else. Not even death.
Hero didn’t even flinch this time when the door opened. Fear froze their body, but they were too weak to show it anymore. They could breathe, they could close their eyes, and they could get it over with.
Supervillain smirked and knelt down next to his captive. “Worn out after last night’s…activities, are you, Hero?” He laughed that cruel laugh that would haunt Hero until they died. “I had fun. I could have sworn you did too.” Supervillain lifted Hero’s head off the ground by their hair, forcing them to look into his eyes.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Supervillain taunted. Hero shivered and did their best to hide their face.
“No,” Hero managed to croak out. They hadn’t even realized how weak their voice was. After weeks of screaming, they supposed it made sense. “I…h-hate you.”
“You hate me,” Supervillain repeated with a bark of laughter. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll recover from a blow like that! How horrible.” Supervillain shook his head amusedly and stood up. “Anyways. I was thinking we could try out Serum #32 on you again tonight.”
At that, Hero’s blood went cold in their veins. “No,” they whispered frantically. “N-No, no, not again, n-no…” Supervillain just smiled at the sheer panic in Hero’s expression.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t like it.” Supervillain paced around them. “It’s one of my greatest creations, I think. A drug that keeps you completely conscious and hyper-aware of your pain? Perfect for stubborn little assholes like you.”
“I know what it does, you freak.” Hero pushed themselves against the wall as much as they could. “D-Don’t…don’t come near me.”
“You’re still trying to be so brave,” Supervillain said, rolling his eyes. “Admit it. You’re scared of me. Terrified.” He cornered Hero in the room, leaving them nowhere to go. He knelt down so they were face to face, and he could practically feel the defiance radiating off of Hero. But even stronger than the defiance, to Supervillain’s delight, was fear.
“You know what?” Supervillain whispered, laughing softly. “You don’t even need to say it. I know you’d be lying through your teeth.”
Hero swallowed the lump that formed in their throat when Supervillain forced them onto their stomach. It was going to happen again. There was nothing they could do.
“Think of this as a…warmup for tonight.” Supervillain chuckled to himself. “The serum will come in handy. For now, just be lucky you’re sober.”
Supervillain entered them in one thrust, and Hero was as good as gone.
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Villain cursed when the door code didn’t work again. “Come on, come on!” This was the only shot they had. They knew Supervillain and his underlings were out on a scouting mission, and the doors would be unguarded. They fumbled with the notes in their other hand, trying to decipher the codes they’d scribbled down in their last spying mission.
Hero was in there somewhere. Villain knew it. No one had been pestering them, breaking into their base, or stopping them from scheming for almost a month now. Something bad had to have happened to Hero for them to be gone for so long. And that bad thing had to be Supervillain.
Villain and Hero were enemies, sure. They fought, Hero won most of the time, Villain had some rare victories. But they had a strange sense of understanding between them. They hated each other, but they loved to hate each other. If the other was ever in serious harm, they’d help. Like the time Hero saved Villain from falling off of a skyscraper. Or when Villain made a prosthetic finger for Hero’s sidekick. They were small, inconsequential things, and they still hated each other. Sort of.
Finally, finally, the twelfth code made the light on the keypad blink green and the door unlocked with a satisfying click. Villain sighed in relief and pushed through the door, leaving it open behind them.
Right, right, left. Villain knew the path to the lower chambers by heart as one of Supervillain’s former henchmen. They were worried they’d forget it, but the image of Hero in their mind kept them going. Left, right, left.
A few more turns, and Villain finally stood at the door. If Hero wasn’t here, they’d count it as another failure. But Villain had to be right.
Upon entering the code and opening the door, Villain almost wished they weren’t.
Hero was in worse shape than they’d ever seen. They were splayed out on the concrete floor of the cellar, covered in bruises and small cuts. Villain felt sick when they saw the lower half of their body. They didn’t think Supervillain would stoop to that level. But he did. Of course he did.
“Hero,” Villain said breathlessly, running over and taking off their own coat to cover Hero with it. “God, what did he do to you?
Hero shuddered at the new voice in the room and curled in on themselves. “N-No, no drug, p-please, go away!” They cried out. They braced for it to happen anyway, for the needle to enter their skin, and for Supervillain and his men to hurt them again and again.
“Fuck,” Villain whispered. “This is so much worse than I thought. Come on, we’re leaving.” They’d always been stronger and slightly bigger than Hero, so it was easy to lift them up and carry them. They wrapped Hero in the coat as best as they could and started running.
Hero was in a blur of confusion. They didn’t know why there was no pain. Why were they moving? Why did they feel warm? Why did they feel safe?
They looked up and all hope was lost when they saw who was carrying them. Villain. They were in on it too. Supervillain was giving them a turn. That’s all it was. Hero sobbed in resignation, enjoying the brief comfort of the large coat wrapped around them while they could.
Hero coughed violently when cold, fresh air filled their lungs. “Sorry,” Villain whispered, running to their getaway van. They should have known Hero wouldn’t be used to the outside weather after being underground for so long.
Villain finally got the van’s door open after fumbling with their keys and carefully placed Hero in the passenger seat. With their hands still cuffed behind them, Hero could barely get comfortable.
Villain noticed the far-off look in Hero’s eyes and carefully put a hand on their shoulder. “You’re out,” they said softly. “He won’t hurt you now.” Hero didn’t react.
Villain sighed and started the van, blinking tears away so they could see the road in front of them. The sun was setting. Supervillain would be back soon, and he’d surely be searching for his lost captive. Villain sighed deeply. Hopefully, he’d never expect them to be their savior.
They just needed to get Hero to safety, one way or another. If it put themselves in danger too, so be it.