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Op this is so good! Can I be added to the tag list pls!

Intoxicating fear — part V

Read part one here

Part two here

Part three here

Part four here

I’m not incredibly happy with this, but I’m trying to put out at least one post a week, maybe on Sundays? Anyways, enjoy

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Superhero was standing in front of Hero, chatting, and Hero knew it was a dream. They were doing a mission report. Standard procedure. Hero had done them ever since they started working for Superhero, under the radar and acting as a vigilante in the city.

“And what about Villain?” Superhero asked, and Hero tilted their head slightly.

Villain?

Villain was the source of Hero’s nightmares, they couldn’t even escape them in their dreams and they wanted to tell Superhero everything they were doing to Hero. Wanted to cry into Superhero’s shoulder, even if it was just a projection from Hero’s subconscious.

“Nothing to report I’m afraid,” said Hero, except… Hero didn’t open their mouth to say that. “Ever since the docks they’ve been MIA.”

Hero frowned, but their face remained neutral.

No, Hero didn’t know exactly where Villain was but they knew they weren’t MIA. Hero knew they was definitely some things to report such as Villain’s sadistic torture and humiliation in using Hero’s power against them.

Superhero shook their head, tsked and said: “I should have never sent you out there alone.”

“You couldn’t have known, Superhero,” said Hero, “and besides, I’m fine.”

Hero was absolutely not fine.

They couldn’t feel anything in their body and they felt far too far away to be talking like this in their dreams. Not when Hero was so aware of everything.

Aware of how clear they could see Superhero in front of them.

Aware of being in Superhero’s office to give their reports like normal.

Aware of the horrible smell of Superhero’s usual spicy tuna sandwich that they insisted went great with that vinegary BBQ sauce.

Hero frowned and blinked but their eyes didn’t blink. Their lips didn’t frown. They just stayed still and waited for Superhero to either reply or dismiss them. They wanted to pinch themselves to wake up, this dream was eerily realistic. Too much detail, it was making Hero anxious and yet their heart remained eerily steady.

“Right, well,” Superhero sighed, running a hand through their hair and shooting Hero a soft happy smile. “Thank you for the update, Hero.”

“I’m just sorry it wasn’t good news,” said Hero a little sadly. Superhero shook their head and put a reassuring hand on Hero’s shoulder but Hero didn’t feel it.

“Don’t worry, Hero. You and I together, we’re unstoppable. We’ll catch Villain before they strike again. Before they hurt anyone else. I pro—“

The world swirled and shifted and changed and Hero screamed. Hero gasped, feeling as if they had just resurfaced from underwater, all feeling returning as sudden as a tsunami.

“Annnnnndddd you’re back in the room,” Villain said, voice far too happy as it reached Hero’s ears. They could feel their body now alright. Feel the electricity buzzing through it and feel the ache in their arms and feel the tiredness of their eyelids.

They gasped in startled breaths as their body spasmed with the aftershock of whatever Villain had just done to them. Villain had reached up a hand and cupped Hero’s cheek in their palm, then gave it a light slap.

“You in there, little Hero? Or do you need another jolt?”

There was an unnatural crackle in the air, electric and fierce and loud. Hero flinched at the buzz of electric blue, nearly the same colour as Hero’s own electricity. Villain hummed, their dark eyes capturing Hero’s pained ones and locking them into Villain’s carnivorous gaze.

“There you are,” Villain purred, digging their fingers into Hero’s cheek. Hero wrenched their head back with an effort, their chest heaving heavy laboured breaths.

Hero only got their bearings then. They weren’t sitting down anymore, but this time Villain let their feet sit flat on the ground with no water. Their arms were dragged above Hero’s head, leaving them hang in a Y shape compared to their body. Hero pulled on them, feeling the rubber still sitting snug around their hands, testing the strength and Villain’s laugh followed the clack of Hero’s cuffs shifting.

“Yep. You’re there. Do you want another quickie?”

Before Hero could refuse the crackle filled the air and Villain pressed it against Hero’s ribs. Hero’s scream was sudden and torn from their throat in a strangled cry of shock. They squirmed away from the pain in a desperate attempt for relief but Villain just followed their movement with a smirk on their horrible red lips. Hero’s muscles spasmed and seized so hard it felt like they were about to burst from the pressure of the electricity coursing through their skin.

After what felt like far too much and much too long the crackle in the air died and Hero sucked in startled breaths.

Quick, shallow, useless.

Villain put their hand on Hero’s cheek again, steering their head to look at Villain, to meet their terrible dark eyes.

“I think that’s enough for now, Hero, don’t you?” Villain said sweetly. Hero let out a soft breath of relief. Villain tightened their grip on Hero’s face until Hero squirmed before saying: “aren’t you going to thank me, Hero? Did seeing Superhero not teach you any manners?”

Hero blinked, momentarily forgetting the pain of Villain’s fingernails biting into their skin.

“Seeing Superhero?” Hero asked, voice far too croaky and rough from the electricity. They flinched when Villain lit up the baton again and the air crackled with blue light before ushering out a sloppy: “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Yes, that’s enough Villain. Thank you.”

Villain smiled, pleased and let go of Hero’s face before moving away from Hero altogether. Villain walked to a small table with a bunch of tools perfectly laid out on it and placed the electric baton down in it’s perfect place.

“It’s a cattle prod,” said Villain conversationally, keeping their back turned to Hero. “In case you wanted to know. Tricky thing to get ahold of, but… I’d do anything to see you in pain Hero. Especially at the mercy of the very power that makes you so special.”

Hero licked their lips, mouth dry. “What do you mean seeing Superhero?”

It was a dream. Hero had thought it was a dream. It felt like a dream, they couldn’t move or talk or breathe or speak and everything had felt far too far away. Dreamlike.

It had to be a dream.

Villain let out a soft insidious laugh, more of a chuckle than anything, and Hero felt the familiar coil of fear wind deep in their gut.

Villain turned to face Hero, resting their hands on the table behind them. Villain was wearing their usual, dress shirt tucked into slacks and clean shoes shined to perfection. They smiled at Hero with their too red lips contrasting against their pale skin like blood on snow, and their dark eyes captured Hero’s in their snare.

“I mean seeing Superhero, Hero. Last time you begged me so beautifully I decided you deserved a little reward. You wanted to be awake, or well… to not go to sleep again,” Villain said easily, words flowing like highly pressurised water, cutting into Hero with every new one that fell so easily from Villain’s lips.

“So I let you stay awake, briefly when you reported back to Superhero for me. Tell me, how did it feel seeing Superhero? Being in your body, conscious, so close to being able to reach out and tell them all the atrocities I’ve committed against you, and not being able to so much as lift a finger?”

A lump formed in Hero’s throat as powerless tears started to well in the back of Hero’s eyes. They didn’t say or do anything, they just remained silent and still, not wanting to give Villain what they wanted. Not wanting to give them a reaction.

“Did the electricity seize your vocal chords, little Hero? Would you like it to?”

Hero just stared.

Despite everything in their body begging them to speak, to tell Villain not to shock them again, Hero remained silent. Just staring ahead.

“Hmph, silent treatment. Fine I can just put you to sleep again and let you wake up when you sink a knife into Supe—“

“No!” Hero blurted, then silently chastised themself, balling their hands into fists above their head and tugging uselessly on their cuffs. Idiot.

Villain crossed the room in two long strides and grabbed Hero by their chin, tilting their head to stare Villain in the eyes. Their dark eyes had a vile hunger in it, and a sharp anger glowered back at Hero for their disobedience.

“Then tell me how it felt.”

“It felt—“ Hero croaked weakly, hating themself for obeying and yielding to every threat Villain threw at them, like some scared child. “It felt like a bad dream, like a nightmare. I thought… I thought I was dreaming because I couldn’t do anything, or feel anything, until you shocked me back here.”

“Do you believe me now, little Hero, hmm? That nobody is looking for you? That nobody knows about our secret little meetings,” Villain asked, voice deceptively sweet. The weight of Villain’s words hit Hero harder than Other Hero’s blast of water. They weren’t lying. Hero was really and truly alone, nobody knew about Villain because Hero…

Hero had seen themself tell Superhero that it was alright. That there was no word of Villain. That Villain had disappeared after the docks, but they hadn’t because they were standing in front of Hero now, smirking at them with their horrible smile and their horrible eyes.

“Yes, you see now, don’t you?”

Frustrated tears gathered behind Hero’s eyes again at the utter helplessness of their situation. Of the complete powerlessness they felt trapped here with Villain.

No one was coming.

No back up.

No heroes to save them.

Hero balled their hands into fists, tugging hard at the restraints keeping them chained to the ceiling.

“Don’t be so certain,” Hero ground out, their voice watery and weak but they didn’t care.

“Superhero’s still looking for you, and when they find you,” Hero continued, leaning as far forward as his restraints would allow, smile feral as they pushed Villain’s hand back, “they’ll find me too, and I’ll make sure you suffer.”

Villain’s eyes lit up with that. They laughed, taking their hand off Hero’s face and patting Hero’s chest instead. Hero rolled back, limbs aching as the chains pulled taut around their wrist and gritted their teeth.

“Promises, promises,” Villain hummed. “I look forward to seeing this vengeful side of you Hero. That was brave, to threaten me like that when you know there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop me.”

Villain shrugged, rolling their shoulders, grinning widely. “Maybe Superhero finds me, and maybe you do what you said you would. But as long as you’re here with me, I’ll make sure that you assure Superhero that all is well and that I’ve disappeared into the sunset. Keep that spark of defiance for as long as you can hold onto it Hero.”

“You see… the one little snag in your brilliant plan Hero, is that you forget I own you now. You’re like my own little puppet.”

“I’m not your puppet!” Hero cried, anger leaking into their expression.

Villain just smiled. “No?”

“No.”

“Interesting,” Villain hummed, turning their back to Hero. They walked across the room back to their little table of horrors and then the world faded to an impenetrable darkness, as if Hero’s eyes were shut in a basement with no light or windows, but… but they were still in the same position. Nothing had changed.

Hero pulled on their restraints just to make sure and they were certain that they were in the same room, same position, same time but it was hard to know.

“Vi—“ Hero began then stopped themself. What were they going to do beg? Cry out? Make sure they were still there?

Villain was probably the one doing this to them.

“Hero?” It was Superhero who said that and Hero froze. Their heart thundering against their ears.

Did Villain make good on their promise?! Was Hero stabbing Superhero. Their blood ran cold, a shiver crawling slow and icy up their spine.

There was a hand on Hero’s wrist and Hero jerked back, not trusting any of this. Even if there was a small part of them that wanted to.

“Easy, Hero. I’m getting you down.”

“No…” Hero said softly. “No this is a trick. Don’t touch me! Villain!”

“Hero, shh, or they’ll hear us.”

“You can’t fool me, Villain,” Hero spat, voice poisonous and broken. “You’re not as good as you think you are.”

Or maybe I’m just going easy on you, Hero, Villain purred inside Hero’s head.

Hero shook their head, screwing their eyes shut trying to shake Villain out, but they knew it was useless. “Maybe I’m just going easy on you, you’re so brave when I can’t use my powers, Villain. You know that? We have a word for that in the Hero tower. Cow—“

Hero cut themself off.

It wasn’t a natural thing, more like they ran out of air and couldn’t make it with enough breath to the end of the sentence. Hero choked, swallowing and trying to start speaking again but they couldn’t.

“What was that Hero?” Villain asked out loud. The darkness bled away from the centre of Hero’s vision and they could see Villain staring at them with a sick sort of interest. “What was the word?”

Hero opened their mouth and tried again but nothing came out but a breathy wheeze, as if Hero’s voice was gone.

“Hmm,” Villain said, tilting their head. “Mustn’t have been important. Anyways, since a cat’s got your tongue let’s go back to my little puppet analogy, shall we?”

Villain started walking then. He walked around Hero, circling them like a vulture ready to pick the meat from Hero’s bones. Maybe they were. Hero followed Villain with their limited vision until Villain disappeared from Hero’s sight and the blackness screwed up the small tunnel of vision Hero had.

“Puppets can’t see,” Villain said behind Hero now. Hero turned their head to the side hoping Villain would let them see again even just a sliver. This was too much. This was too much and Hero couldn’t even beg for Villain to stop. “Puppets can’t speak. Remind me again, Hero, can you speak?”

Before Hero could do anything they heard the clack of the cattle prod and then it was pressed against Hero’s leg and Hero screamed but no sound came out. Hero’s muscles spasmed, their calf slipping out from under them and they cried as their shoulder took the brunt force of the pain but they couldn’t scream.

“If you’re not a puppet, Hero, tell me when it hurts and I’ll stop.”

Hero vaguely heard the words through their nerves lighting on fire and trying to scream as loud as they could, to get any air from their lungs and force their vocal chords to produce sound. To do something!

Fuck!

Stop! Stop! STOP! VILLAIN PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!

The electricity stopped cackling through the air and Hero sagged in their restraints, their legs going out from under them. They hung limply by their wrists, nerves still on fire on every point of their body. They swallowed weakly, snot and tears flowing freely in rivers down Hero’s face.

“See, Hero?” A hand was on their cheek, gently wiping away their silent tears as they sucked in heavy breaths and heaved out shuddering sighs. Hero couldn’t even pull away, they didn’t have the strength, so their cheek rested heavily in Villain’s palm. Putty in Villain’s hands. Their muscles still spasming from the aftershock. “A puppet can’t feel pain. I could give you that power you know. Turn off the nerve receptors in your brain, then you wouldn’t feel a thing for real.”

Hero shook their head, sniffing and sobbing silently.

“No? Then maybe you could actually rebel against me, hmm,” Villain cooed, running a hand through Hero’s hair. Hero flinched as Villain’s fingers pushed the stray hairs off of Hero’s forehead soaked in sweat, back out of their blind eyes that Hero couldn’t see out of.

Hero swallowed hard at Villain’s words, trying to steel themselves and make themselves impenetrable but they couldn’t help the dread dripping down from the lump in their throat and pooling into their gut. They were completely and utterly at Villain’s mercy. So powerless.

They couldn’t see if Villain didn’t want them to.

They couldn’t speak, if Villain didn’t want them to.

They couldn’t breathe, if Villain didn’t want them to.

They were choking on their helplessness and the realisation made a fresh wave of tears to pour down Hero’s cheeks.

Slowly, achingly slow, Hero’s vision returned to them and they recoiled slightly, squinting against the dim light of the room that was too bright after their bout of pure darkness.

“There. See, Hero? I can be merciful too,” said Villain, voice imperceptibly soft. Villain reached up their other hand, the cattle prod hanging from their wrist, and cupped Hero’s cheeks in two hands, wiping away the tears, forcing Hero to look into their dark eyes. “I just wanted you to understand exactly how powerless you are to stop me, so maybe I don’t have to punish you as much. Would you like that?”

Hero couldn’t do anything in reply, but they weren’t sure they even wanted to. What do you say to something like that? A promise to not hurt Hero was worth as much as a flammable fire extinguisher. Worth as much as a Hero with electric powers wrapped in rubber.

“You can talk, Hero,” Villain told them, with an encouraging smile.

Hero sucked in a breath and sure enough they could hear the pathetic gasp of air. Their eyes still shone with the hopelessness and pain of Villain’s latest attack, they didn’t even want to see how pathetic they looked… but they knew one thing for certain.

They weren’t broken yet.

“D…” Hero rasped and then descended into a small coughing fit before composing themselves, swallowing and clearing their throat. They looked into Villain’s hideous dark eyes that were too bright at Hero’s misery. “Do… your worst, Villain. I’ll get out of here eventually, and you’ll… pay.”

Villain smiled, their red lips curling up at the edges into a smile sharper than a Stanley blade. “Oh I look forward to it, Hero. You are just so determined. So full of surprises, I knew it was a good idea to take you, and you just keep giving me more and more reasons to keep you.”

Villain dug their nails in Hero’s cheeks with a grin before letting go of Hero’s face and stepping back and raising the cattle prod like a sword and holding it up towards Hero.

“You have your little vengeance plot going on, and while it’s cute and absolutely adorable and delusional. I, can and will” Villain said, touching the cattle prod to each of Hero’s shoulders. Villain’s face got brighter when Hero flinched back both times, terrified, “do whatever I like with you in the meantime. How’s that sound?”

Villain held up the cattle prod and pressed the button down, watching as Hero flinched at the mere sight and sound of the electricity.

“Ready for round two?”

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#intoxicating fear #hero villain writing

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robinrites · 7 months

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many people have asked before, if the doctor wants to be a ginger so badly, then why don’t they just dye their hair? what they do not realize is that the doctor is physically incapable of walking down a grocery store aisle without being taken hostage by renegade judoon and could never even get around to bleaching their hair before it’s revealed that there’s actually a megacorporation harvesting hair color to turn into a sentient superweapon they want to fire at the sun to turn it green or some shit. and all that’s just assuming that they actually manage to pilot the TARDIS somewhere near a convenience store and not the spider annihilator military barracks of the glanratraxielistanbul system 200 million years in the future

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crowley canonically said hey can you hear that? exactly there’s nothing. only the sound of silence that should be filled by the song of a bird that represents our love for each other. but it’s not singing today. because we are being separated and left with the unbearable heaviness of silence and the subsequent emptiness. yeah.

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you know what trope I fucking love?

obedience training. whumper teaching whumpee commands like how to sit properly, to listen and do everything they say when they say it, how to kneel, making sure they stay still when recieving a beating.

but what's more fun is teaching them very intricate tasks. ones that involve allot of brain power and dexterity. and after whumpee feels they've mastered it, whumper drugging them. making them so out of it. so dizzy and unfocused, but not enough to not be responsive. then having whumpee do the tasks over again while they continue failing from their nowfound lack of spacial/bodily/mental awareness.

"oh? I thought I trained you better than that." Kick

"why can't you do such a simple task?" Kick

"you're so useless. am I going to have to get rid of you?"

all while whumpee is so desperate to please, just physically cant and is just left a whimpering mess on the floor

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Chapter 7

Author's Note: Hey y'all sorry this took so long to get out, just been a bit busy with life and all that fun stuff that goes with it. Pretty mild chapter this week, thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy :)

CW: panic attacks, description of injuries

Summary: Villain gets some much needed comfort

Hero could hardly stop his jaw from dropping as he heard Villain share what had happened to him. “T-that was only three weeks.” Hero shakes his head in disbelief, “You were there for nearly two years. Oh my gods.”

“H-hero?” Villain mindlessly began to twist his sheets in his hands again. “A-are you mad at me?”

“How did he get away with this for so long?” Hero asks no one, still in a state of shock from what Villain has told him. Hero stands up, oblivious to the panic that washes over Villain’s face as he does so. Hero slams his fist into the closest wall as his stomach turns.

“S-sir?” Villain’s voice comes out barely above a whisper, but somehow it manages to break Hero out of the fog of anger he’s in.

Hero registers the look of terror on Villain’s face, matched with the way his body has begun to scrunch up, to make himself smaller. Hero rushes back to Villain’s bedside, not even thinking his fast movements will make Villain flinch (it totally does). Hero stops himself from reaching out to Villain, instead placing his hands in his lap. “I’m sorry Villain. That was- I wasn’t angry at you. I promise.” Tears well up in Villain’s eyes regardless.

“T-that’s what he’d say sometimes.” Villain shrinks further into himself. “I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me for saying that.”

Hero’s stomach turns again. “I’m no good at this. You’re safe here Villain, maybe I should go grab someone else to sit with you for a bit.”

“No!” Villain shouts, surprising himself as he does. “I mean, please stay. You’re Hero right? I’ve heard Superhero talk about you. He-he says you’re kind, and you don’t kill scum like me and just send us to prison.” Villain reaches out and grabs Hero’s hand, then looks at him, desperation in his eyes. “P-please don’t send me back to Superhero, I’ll happily go to prison. I won’t ever try to escape I promise. Please!”

Hero sits back down, “You’re never ever going back to Superhero again. Not if I can help it.”

“B-but I thought you said you’d take me back after I got better.”

“It was a lie Villain, I’m sorry. It was the only way to calm you down.” Hero drops his head, only then does he notice that his hand is still intertwined with Villain’s. “But from now on I promise, no more lies. And, no more Superhero. I swear on my honor.”

“I-I believe you. Thank you.”

A knock echoes off the door, “Come in!” Hero hollers, looking back up to smile at Villain. Medic enters the room and carefully walks over to Villain, unsure of his current mental state.

“How are you feeling, Villain?” Medic calmly asks as he takes a peek at the heart monitor he has set up, then he quickly checks the IV to make sure it’s still running smoothly.

“Okay.”

“Are you in any pain?” Medic presses, knowing that if he doesn’t ask the right questions Villain might not tell him the truth. Villain softly nods. “Where does it hurt the most?”

“The most?” Villain took in a breath to think and winced. “I’m not sure.”

“How are your ribs feeling? Does the pain there just feel like a bruise or does anything feel out of place?” Medic wanted to get a second look at some point anyway, so why not now. When Villain was initially brought in, he found himself rushing to bandage and clean and heal to the best of his ability, but Medic knew that would mean eventually going back over to ensure it would all heal properly. Villain looks at Hero, as if waiting for his approval to talk about his injuries. Hero nods, tightening his grip on Villain’s hand slightly so he knows it’s okay.

“You can trust Medic.” Hero smiles, “I know you’re having trouble remembering him right now, and that’s okay, but believe it or not you were actually the one to hire him.” Hero can instantly tell this relaxes Villain.

“He- uh Superhero, broke them at one point. I-I don’t really know how long ago it was, but they never healed right. I can feel it when I-when I breathe. The bruising made it worse, and I imagine the bruising is why no one could tell they healed wrong.”

“Of course!” Medic exclaims, “Would it be okay if I took a look? Maybe reassess the damage? Unfortunately when you arrived here your injuries were extensive, so I had to spend less time than I would have liked on each injury. Of course you are allowed to say no, but we will have to fix your ribs eventually.”

“Will it hurt?”

“Yes, but we have options.” Medic forces himself to stop seeing Villain as his friend and more as a patient. He keeps his friendliness but realizes in situations like this it is best to be as gentle and kind as possible. “I can give you a local anesthetic, or we could put you under. I personally feel as if the least painful way for you would be to put you under, but the local anesthetic will work just fine if that’s what you’d rather. And then, of course, after the procedure, while it fully heals we can up the dose of pain medication you’re on and I can give you something to help you sleep. But only if you’d like.”

“You said I can trust him, right Hero?” Villain nervously asks, Hero nods in response. “Will you- can you stay with me while he operates? J-just to make sure I’m safe?”

Hero gives Medic a quick glance to make sure he wouldn’t be in the way if he stayed. Medic gives him a thumbs up. “I won’t leave your side, I promise.”

“You’ll be here when I wake back up then?” Hero nods again.

“Absolutely. Unless I step out for a bathroom break or to grab water, but even then I won’t be far.” Hero promises, trying his best to comfort Villain with his words.

“O-okay. You can put me under then.”

Medic lets out a sigh of relief. In reality, the local anesthetic would have run the risk of not being strong enough, especially for the kind of work he needs to get done. But, he also knew that Villain needs- and deserves- agency, so it would be best to give him options. “Alright, it’s settled then.” Medic quickly glances at his watch, “I have to run out to grab supplies, but I should be back within two hours max and then we can get started okay?” Villain nods as Medic begins to head out the door.

“Give me a minute Villain.” Hero says as he stands to follow Medic out of the room. “I didn’t realize there was a supply store for this kind of stuff Medic.”

“Of course there is Hero, it’s called the Hospital.” Medic says casually, then pauses. “I mean- I’m not gonna steal I promise and even if I did it’d be from one of the richer hospitals in the area. They can afford a couple of supplies going missing, plus you saw the shape he’s in, we need the best tools we can get our hands on and-”

“Slow down Medic.” Hero smiles, exhaustion shining in his eyes as he does so. “Whatever it takes to get Villain better. As long as no civilians are hurt, anything goes.”

“Keep talking like that and you might become one of us.” Medic taunts, but in a friendly way.

“I mean at this point who’s to say I’m not.” Hero throws his hands up in exasperation. “If anything, it’s shit like this that goes to show that maybe sides don’t really matter. If Superhero can go and do that, what’s stopping him from other things? Can I really call myself a hero if the other “heroes” run around hurting people.” Hero sighs, “I just wanted to say, be safe out there. Don’t get caught, please. Maybe even take Sidekick with you, I think it’d do them some good to get out for a bit. Maybe then they’ll stop sulking around corners when they think I can’t tell they’re there.”

“Alright you got me.” Sidekick steps out from around a corner, surprising Medic. “I couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. Think of it as extra backup just in case Superhero found our base.”

“You could sit with us in the room Sidekick.” Hero kindly offers, only to be met with their head shaking.

“I-I can’t look at him right now.” Tears well up in Sidekick’s eyes. “I know you’ve both said it’s not my fault, but maybe if I hadn’t let Superhero hijack our escape plan in the beginning, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Hero gently places his hand on their shoulder. “Superhero is a persistent asshole. Once he had decided to take Villain, there was little anyone could have done to stop him.”

“Then what’s stopping him from taking him back?” Sidekick nervously asks. “W-what if this time he- he finishes the job?”

“Last time, I wasn’t privy to all this.” Hero spares a glance back at the room Villain is in. “This time? Superhero will have to kill me if he thinks I’m just gonna let him waltz in here and take him. This time we have a plan. Now, go on and get out of here. Both of you. I think you could both use some air, just let some of the other henchmen know you’re leaving and to be on high alert.”

“What about you Hero?” Medic asks, “When are you going to get some fresh air? Or even catch a nap?”

Hero stifles a yawn. “If I’m lucky, after the surgery. But for now, Villain needs me. He needed me for nearly two years, so now, I’m going to be there for him.” Hero spins around and reenters the room, waving goodbye as he does so.

#whump writing #hurt/comfort #comfort #for once #villain whumpee #hero caretaker #villain whump #hero and villain #hero x villain #flashback #rescue #whumpblr

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Chapter 6

Little bit of a shorter chapter because it's a flashback and it just felt like a natural ending spot, but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless!

CW: Suggestive touch (ie dragging a hand down someone's face), starvation, sensory deprivation, torture

When Superhero stormed into Villain’s cell, he didn’t even need to say anything to let Villain know he was mad. He slammed the door shut and marched up to Villain, grabbing him off the ground by his shirt to yell in his face.

“Useless piece of shit that can’t do anything right!” Superhero yelled before dropping Villain back to the ground. “We had a simple plan to take down this group of criminal shits like yourself,” Superhero paused to kick Villain in the side several times. “And you know what happened? You’re precious Hero decided to spare their lives and send them to prison.” He lifts Villain off the ground by his shirt again. “You’re lucky you know that right? I’m giving you a chance to be better, unlike those guys, I would’ve just killed ‘em. They weren’t special like you are.” Superhero’s free hand brushed down Villain’s face, sending a chill down their spine. Superhero dropped Villain again.

“Now! I need to get this anger out somehow, I’m sure you understand Villain. I mean I was set to kill like five bad guys. Instead, I just get to teach you how to stop being the scum of the earth, so I’m sure you get it.” Villain whimpered, but nodded anyway, while he pulled his hands over his face to protect it.

“I’m feeling in the mood for ‘human punching bag’ what do you think?” Villain fought back a sob, but nodded again, knowing it would be the least bad option he’d be given tonight. Superhero smirked, then quickly got to work attaching and detaching the different chains, something he’s gotten very fast at. Somedays, Superhero will gradually lift Villain’s arms above his head, not tonight though. His wrists were quickly torn above his head, the mechanism continuing until Villain’s feet were an inch above the ground. Somewhere along the way, Villain heard his shoulder pop, then a wave of pain washed over him.

“Oh Villain, crying out in pain before we’ve even started? That’s not good. For you I mean, for me it’s fantastic.” Superhero smirked, rolling his sleeves up slightly.

Every hit managed to jostle his shoulder, no matter where he was hit. Superhero left him ungagged this time, delighting in every scream he managed to get from Villain. No amount of begging managed to dissuade Superhero, if anything it only prolonged the torture. After nearly 30 minutes of this, Superhero finally left Villain alone, leaving him hanging so he could easily see every new bruise and cut that littered his torso. His legs had been the brunt of far less than his torso, yet they were still speckled with bruises of varying colors. Eventually, Superhero came back in, far calmer, and let Villain down for the night.

Superhero left Villain alone for another period of time, the time itself irrelevant to Villain, but heartbreaking to Hero.

Eventually, Superhero returned and once again strung Villain up by their wrists. “I feel like something’s going to go down.” Superhero had said, frenzied while gagging and blinding Villain. “I don’t know when, but I feel like the villain’s of this city are up to no good, so unfortunately, I’m going to be too busy for you for a bit.” Villain whimpered, terrified about being put into a state of sensory deprivation for an unknown amount of time. “Oh don’t worry dear,” Superhero grabs Villain by the chin, “I’ll stop in every couple of days to give you a break okay?” Tears begin to roll down Villain’s face as heavy headphones find their way onto his ears.

True to his word, Superhero stopped by every couple of days. He would take the headphones off and tell Villain about what he had been up to the past couple of days, then inject him with some kind of drug. Then repeat again and again and again. In total, Villain thinks he came in every 4 or so days for nearly two weeks.

Then he remembers feeling the cell door swing open, practically the only sensation he knew to expect when Superhero came to visit. The only indicator, or warning, that Villain was no longer alone always sent shivers down his spine. In spite of the fact he couldn’t hear, Villain still tried to beg Superhero to let him down. He whimpered as he could feel someone standing in front of him. A quiet picking noise filled the room, then Villain felt himself fall, only to be caught by strong arms and be gently lowered to the ground. The noise happened again, then his ankles felt freed. Slowly the blindfold, gag and headphones are removed from his face. Bright light blinded him until they were barely adjusted. He opened his eyes and saw the lights illuminating the most beautiful man he’d ever seen.

“H-help.” His voice cracked, it’d been nearly a week since Superhero had last given him water.

“Can you walk?” The man asked, resulting in Villain shaking his head.

“S-Sorry.”

“Hey, nothing to be sorry about. Can I carry you?”

Villain doesn’t know why he trusted this man, but he found himself nodding anyway. “W-Who are you?”

Villain barely heard the man start to respond before passing out in his arms.

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Chapter 5

Hey everyone! I managed to come up with a name for this story, so now it's called Remember You. Anyways, here's the latest chapter! I'm glad you guys are enjoying this story so much, thanks for all the love you've been giving it!

CW: Mentions of torture/injuries caused by torture. forced medical assistance (from the good guys but poor Villain doesn't know that yet), general panic/anxiety

Villain shoots up, gasping as he wakes up and looks around. His body isn’t in as much pain as it was before, so at least there’s that. He nervously glances down at his wrists, only to find them bandaged, his broken hand carefully braced. He breathes in and feels a tightness around his ribcage, almost as if someone relocated his ribs, and wrapped them carefully. Even the constant dull pain from his whip injuries is hardly noticeable. He notices that he’s in a hospital gown, even though the room he’s in is not convincing him he’s in an actual medical facility. Through his hazy memory he can tell, this room is familiar. He feels something in his elbow and looks down again, only to find an IV in his arm, causing Villain to panic and go to rip it out, before remembering that if Superhero finds out he did that, he’ll be punished.

“Superhero?” Villain calls out. “P-please sir is this a trick?” When no one answers, Villain continues, “I- I promise I was being good. What- what is this? What are you pumping into me?” Villain starts to cry, his body shaking as he does so. “Please answer me, I’m scared sir.” Villain sobs as the door cracks open, his whole body shaking from fear and crying. “I’m- I’m really sorry for speaking out of turn sir.” Villain cries, squeezing his eyes shut as he braces himself for Superhero’s punishment.

A gentle hand lands on his shoulder. Villain cautiously opens his eyes, then blinks the tears out of them as he realizes he is surrounded by three people. “I- I know you don’t I?” He says to no one in particular. He tries to think back to where he knows these people from, but his head feels all fuzzy when he thinks too far back. “W-where’s Superhero? He can’t know I’m gone, please take me back. I'm going to be in so much trouble.” Villain’s head darts around the room, looking for cameras. “Please please please.” Villain sobs again, “He’s gotta know I didn’t try to leave, or maybe he does and this is all a test. Is this a test? I’m really trying to be good.”

The man with springy but ruffled, brown hair stepped closer and placed his hand on Villain’s shoulder. Villain forced himself to make eye contact with the man, but only for a second, scared any longer would have landed him in trouble. The man’s amber eyes were hypnotizing, which made Villain forget his fear for a second, until he started to talk to Villain.

“Superhero can’t hurt you anymore.” The man told Villain, who could only shake his head.

“H-He’s gonna come for me, I just know it.” Villain let more tears roll down his face. “How do you know who I am? Who are you guys?” His eyes darted back to the IV, “W-What are you putting into me?!”

“Villain calm down!” Another man, a little older than the first quickly butts in, putting his hands up to show Villain he’s not a threat. “I’m Medic. You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?” Villain nods, biting his lip to stop it from trembling. “You were really dehydrated and low on vitamins when we got to you, so I’m putting some in your system. If you’d like, I can stop, but then you’ll have to take pills to make up for the missed vitamins. Which would you prefer?”

“It doesn’t matter, he always does both in the end. Doesn’t matter what I choose.” Villain grabs his hair with his hands and tugs slightly.

“I’ll just stick with the IV for now okay?” Medic continues patiently, “Now, do you remember me? We used to work with each other two years ago.”

“Two y-years ago?” Villain shakes his head in disbelief, loosening his grip on his hair for a second. “W-Was that before him?”

“Yes Villain,” Medic swallows and reminds himself to breathe. “It was before Superhero.”

“T-Then it doesn’t matter.” Villain cries again, “Nothing before Superhero matters anymore. H-He’s helping make me a better person y’know? He says maybe in a few years I can go outside again. I won’t be scum anymore.” His head darts up to look at the three people in front of him. “Please you can’t take this away from me.”

The third person, much shorter than the two men, speaks up, “Please Villain, you know that’s not right. You don’t deserve this treatment, no one does. We just want to help you get better.”

“Then you’ll take me back?” He asks with tears drying on his face.

The three exchange a look and then nod, “Then we’ll take you back.” The handsome one says, then attempts to smile, though it looks more like a grimace.

“Thank you.” Villain says, his voice barely loud enough to be a whisper. He finds his hands reaching to grasp the blanket on him, then holds it as best as he can, wringing it as best as he can. Something about it just makes it feel like things will stop being so scary. His body rocks back and forth as he blankly watches his hands grab the sheets.

“Villain?” The handsome one says, breaking him out of the trance he’s in. Villain looks up to see that everyone else has left the room, leaving him alone with the handsome man who has taken a seat at his bedside. “Hey, you’re okay. You’re safe here. We aren’t going to hurt you okay?”

Villain barely holds back a tremor, “Y-yes s-sir.”

“Hero.”

“W-what?” Villain forces his head back up to look at the man beside him.

“My name is Hero, not sir.” Hero tries to say this as calmly as he can, but Villain panics anyway.

“So sorry Sir-I mean Hero.”

“Hey, you’re okay.” Hero once again reassures, while holding his hands up in the air to show Villain he really means no harm. “I just want to ask you a couple questions about the last few years Villain, can I do that? You’re allowed to say no.”

Villain nervously looks around the room, avoiding eye contact as best he can. “W-What about the last few years?”

“I want to know what he did- I mean, what you learned while you were there.” Hero fights back the bile in the back of his throat as he says this. Part of him hopes Villain denies his request, selfishly, but he knows any detail could be important in Villain’s journey to get better. It’s hard to know what to fix when you aren’t sure what’s broken. “If you’re not ready to talk about it I understand-”

“N-No! I mean- I don’t mind.” Villain drops his head, cheeks going red with embarrassment. “D-Do I have to talk about the bad ones?”

“Not unless you want to.”

“O-okay. I-It was pretty bad in the beginning so I might just- might just skip it for now. I mean! It was all deserved of c-course. I wasn’t very well behaved, but he made me better.”

Hero winces as he hears Villain say this. “Whatever you’re comfortable sharing. Do you remember seeing me a couple weeks ago?”

“A-A couple weeks ago?” Villain closes his eyes as he tries to remember. An image of him on the floor in chains, the handsome man-Hero towering over him. He had seemed mad, but not at Villain, despite the fact that he seemed to be angrily looking at Villain.

“Y-You were the man who came to see him! Y-you were one of- one of the first people I had seen since Sir had decided to help me out. I-I got a treat because of you!”

“Do you remember what happened after I left?” Villain nods, excited that he’s pleased Hero with this information. “Do you want to talk about that?”

“I don’t remember much, but I’ll share it.” Villain takes a breath, then steadies his hands in his lap. “After you had left, Sir came back to find me asleep, which really was my fault. But he told me that since I was so good earlier I wouldn’t be punished. I-I am very proud of myself for being good. He gave me water and bread as a reward.” Villain stops, assuming this is all Hero wanted to hear.

“And then what?” Hero gently pushes.

The pain of having a collar on his throat being pulled flashes in his head. He remembers stumbling, trying his best to keep up to the man who kept walking so fast. HIs eyes dart back open, “O-oh that?” W-we just went back to my cell, and I got chained up, then I got to sleep for the night.”

“Then what?”

Villain digs deep in his memory, “I-I got left alone for a couple days. Or a day. Or a week.” He laughs nervously, “I-I’m sorry, it’s hard to keep track of time in there. B-but then he came back.”

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"crowley's suffered more than jesus" "aziraphale has unhealed trauma" MICHAEL SHEEN HAD TO KISS DAVID TENNANT AND PRETEND HE DIDN'T ENJOY IT IMMENSELY WHOS THE REAL VICTIM HERE

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #ineffable husbands #michael sheen #david tennant

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Chapter 4

Hey welcome to chapter 4 of my still nameless story! Really glad y'all seem to be enjoying it, it seemed to blow up over the last week which is just wild to think about so thank you! Hope you enjoy :)

TW: sensory deprivation, whipping, starvation, general whump warnings.

On the seventh day, Superhero enters the cell and removes the headphones and blindfold, then sets a tray of food and a small glass of water in front of Villain. Villain takes a moment to reorient himself after being blind for so long, then eyes the food greedily. He reaches out to grab some, only for his hand to be slapped by Superhero. The loud noise combined with the pain causes Villain to flinch and whimper, pulling his hand close to his chest.

“You didn’t ask.”

“M-may I, can I please have some?” Villain stutters out, his throat so dry every word is agony.

“Hm, close, but you seem to be forgetting something.”

“Puh-please?” Villain repeats, unable to find what he’s missing.

“Sir.” Superhero barks out, “You will call me Sir, understand?”

“Y-yes.” Villain winces from the yelling. “I- I mean yes sir.”

Superhero smiles, “Good, now what was it you were trying to ask me?”

“May I have some food please, sir?”

Satisfied, Superhero nods and gestures towards the food. Villain ravenously begins to spoon the oatmeal in his mouth bite after bite, worried that should he take too long Superhero will take it away. Superhero smacks the spoon of his mouth, causing Villain to choke before swallowing.

“Pl-please Superhero, Sir, I’ll be faster just let me finish-”

“I fully intended to let you finish, I was going to tell you to slow down or you won’t keep it down. But since you decided to speak before you were spoken to, I suppose I’ll have to punish you now. Unless you have something you’d like to say to me.”

Cautiously, Villain tilts his head up to look at Superhero, “I-I am really sorry, sir. Please may I just finish sir?” Villain feels his stomach growl, unsure he can make it through a second week without food. “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” Superhero greedily eyes Villain. “Alright, since I’m so generous, I’ll give you two choices for what your punishment should be. Then, I’ll allow you to eat your food before doling out your punishment. Option one: 15 lashes, this is a minor offense after all. Or, option two: another week of sensory deprivation.” Villain’s heart skips a beat at the second option. His stomach turns as he weighs his options. Second one is the most physically painless, but way more emotionally painful. “Answer me now, Villain.”

“Option- option one please.” Villain feels a hot tear fall down his cheek, stomach dropping with anticipation.

“You may finish eating now.”

Villain isn’t sure if he is eating slower because Superhero told him to, or if it’s the punishment looming over his head. He finishes his oatmeal and water, then braces himself. He looks up at Superhero expectantly, who grins and steps closer to Villain, kneeling in front of him as he shakes.

“Don’t try anything stupid, understand?” Superhero threatens, his eyes piercing into Villain’s soul.

And for a brief second, Villain thinks about it, he thinks about taking a break for it the second Superhero loosens his chains. Then the reality of the situation crashes back into his brain as Superhero detaches the chain connecting his wrist to the wall, and connects a new chain that is hanging from the ceiling. Superhero repeats this with his other wrist, then detaches his ankles from the wall chains, and chains them together. Superhero then quickly glances over his work, before stepping back and fiddling with his watch. Before Villain can muster the courage to question him, a machine whirs on as his wrists get pulled higher and higher. He struggles against the growing pressure pulling his arms off, until his feet just barely reach the ground.

“Now remember Villain, this isn’t my fault, you broke the rules and now you have to learn your lesson. But that’s why I’m here, to make you a better person. Maybe if you stop being the scum of the Earth, I can let you go. How’s that sound?” Villain whimpers, tears rolling down his cheeks as his heart explodes in his chest. He opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by Superhero, “Now, here are the rules of the game. Try to beg me to stop and you’ll earn an extra lash. Crying and screaming is okay, but if you do it too much I will get the gag. I'm here to teach a lesson, not to have my eardrums burst because someone can’t handle it. Am I understood?”

“Y-yes sir.” Villain whispers, earning him a slap across the face.

“Speak up you little shit.”

“Yes, sir.” Villain says as loudly as he can muster.

A chill runs down Villain’s spine as Superhero produces a whip from gods-know-where, and casually strolls behind Villain, out of sight. Villain wants to desperately turn around and beg-plead for Superhero to reconsider, but all he can hear is the voice in the back of his head reminding him of Superhero’s rules.

Villain feels a hand grab his hair and pull his head back, followed by Supervillain muttering, “You’d better be glad I’m not making you do the counting, next time I won’t be as generous.” Villain lets his head roll forward with a sob building in the back of his throat.

He can’t help but scream at the first hit, and the second. At some point between the third and the fifth hit, Villain steels himself, confident that he won’t scream for the rest of the time. He lets out another scream at twelve, then manages to make it through the final three without crying out.

“Fifteen.” Superhero says after the final hit, smiling as he looks at the work he’s done, Villain lets out a dry sob of relief as Superhero comes back around to the front of him. “Now, are you gonna say thank you or do I need to do another one?”

Villain shakes his head, “Th-thank you sir.” Superhero chuckles, then steps back and presses a button on his watch which instantly releases all slack on his chains, causing him to collapse onto the ground. Villain cries out in pain as he falls on his back, where all his injuries are.

“Now Villain,” Superhero says, standing over the crying Villain. “I have one more lesson for you today, and then I’ll leave you alone, promise.” Villain forces himself to look up with tear stained eyes. Superhero ignores this, resetting the chains so he is once again chained to the wall. Then, Superhero kneels down so he is just barely taller than Villain who is lying on the ground. “I don’t owe you jack shit.” Before Villain can question what that means, a blindfold is placed over his eyes. “W-wait no!” Villain panics, speaking out of turn, “Please you said I got to choose! Please don’t do this! I can’t do this again! Please sir! I’ll be goo-” The gag is shoved back into his mouth, cutting him off. Villain panics further as Superhero wraps his hand around Villain’s throat and leans close to his ear.

“You are not in control here, you understand?” Villain weakly nods, “When I see you doing something stupid like eating too fast, or breaking the rules, and stop you, don’t try to argue with me or explain or any of that shit. You don’t make the rules here, I do…Maybe another week of this will do you good.” Villain pleads through the gag, knowing the pain and sensory deprivation will be too much for him to handle. “Oh don’t worry, I’ll give you a little something for the pain.”

Villain feels the headphones slide back on, then feels footsteps walking away. The door closes, and Villain tries to force himself to breathe as best he can. Minutes later, Villain feels a slight breeze as the door opens again and footsteps as Superhero gets closer. He foolishly hopes that Superhero has changed his mind, but then feels his head wrenched to the side, followed by a needle prick. At least Superhero didn’t lie about that part. Then, faster than he could’ve done on his own, Villain falls asleep.

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