#tw kidnapped

Continued from here

CW: Dubcon kiss, kidnapping, mind control, collapse, alcoholism, heavily implied prostitution

Villain’s apartment complex was cheap and smelled like pot. Villain knew this. Normally, it didn’t bother them. Villain work didn’t always pay well. This was a place they could consistently afford.

With Hero here, however, Villain was a little uncomfortable— embarrassed even. They were suddenly aware of how trashy their place was.

When they got to the third floor, they felt it even more acutely.

“Hey, sugar. You and your friend lookin’ for a good time?”

“Not tonight, doll.” Villain planned to walk straight past, but the woman stepped in front of them, pouting.

“Come on, sugar… you always say yes.” The woman trailed her hand down Villain’s arm. “Won’t you at least introduce me?”

“No.” Villain said flatly. “Move.”

The woman turned to Hero instead. “Are you really okay with them speaking for you?”

“No.” Hero said, but then continued. “Unfortunately for you, you’re really not my type.”

“Oh? And what is your type?”

“Tall, black hair, blue eyes— someone who can kick ass.” Hero gave the woman a once over. “You don’t seem to have any of those things.”

Villain felt their face burn. Hero had all but described them. “Well, you heard them, doll. How about you get out of our way and maybe I’ll come back later, hm?”

“No. You won’t.” Hero interjected, pulling Villain past the woman.

—

“Why did you say that?” Villain asked as they fumbled with their lock.

“Why did I say what?”

“When she asked what you’re type is.”

“What do you mean? That is my type.”

“Hero.” Villain pushed their door open. “You described me.”

Hero laughed. “Yeah, right. Like you fit the last criteria.”

“Hero! Kicking ass is literally my job! I kick your ass every other week!”

“Okay, so what if you are my type?” Hero followed Villain into their apartment. “It doesn’t mean I like you. Just people similar to you.”

“That sounds stupid.” Villain closed their door.

Hero shrugged. “Whatever. It’s not like I’m even interested in anyone right now.”

“Of course you’re not…” Villain muttered. “No life outside of work.” They grumbled, turning away.

Hero’s expression darkened.

Before Villain knew what was happening, Hero had spun them around and backed them against the wall, holding Villain by the collar. For a brief moment, Villain thought they were about to be punched in the face. “Hero—”

Hero cut Villain off with a kiss on the lips. It was rough and drunkenly clumsy. After a moment of shock, Villain pushed Hero off.

“Hero! What the hell??”

“I’m not some loser, y'know.” Hero muttered, angry. “I value my job. I enjoy what I do. It just… gets in the way of other things. So I lie. I say I don’t like things that I really do because I hope that maybe— just maybe— I can convince myself that I don’t really want anything else.”

“Hero—”

“Shut up! What I’m trying to say is that I do like you!” Hero’s eyes searched Villain’s face, making Villain feel a little uncomfortable. In a moment, Hero’s expression faltered. “And… you’re not even remotely interested, are you. Heh…” Hero took a step away. “Just my luck.”

“Hero, what did you expect from me? You’re drunk— you think I’m just going to take everything you say at face value?”

“I’m not thatdrunk!”

“Yes, you are! This is the most I’ve heard you say in the entire two years that I’ve known you! And even when you’re a little talkative, you’re always very calm and logical. Nothing you’ve said is logical!”

Hero covered their face with their hands. “Just… just stop, okay?” They said quietly. “If you don’t like me back, then whatever, just… leave it.”

“I didn’t say that I don’t like you—”

“You didn’t have to.” Hero snapped, not moving from where they stood.

“Hero, I’m not going to kiss you when you’re drunk. If you still want to kiss me in the morning, we can reevaluate then.”

“I’m leaving.” Hero turned towards the door.

“No, you’re not.” Villain caught Hero by the arm.

“Let go of me.” Hero snarled.

“I will not. You are staying here until you’re sober and that’s that.”

“If you don’t let go right now, I swear, I don’t fucking care if I can’t use my powers, I’m going to make you regret it.”

“I am not letting you go. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Villain pulled Hero back against them.

Hero struggled, yelling as they tried to kick Villain.

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to make you stop.” Villain’s tone was calm, but their hold was firm.

Hero calmed down a little bit, but was still extremely tense. “Fine. Fine, just let go.”

Villain let go slowly and Hero took a step away, glaring into the ground.

Hero took a moment to breathe, and then bolted for the door.

Villain didn’t have time to grab them, but they instinctively reached out with their mind. They didn’t usually use their powers on civilians or people without powers. Since Hero was drunk, they couldn’t shield their mind, so Villain wouldn’t have used their powers under normal circumstances. However, this wasn’t under normal circumstances.

Hero placed their hand on the doorknob, but made it no further, their knees buckled and they collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.

Continued from here

CW: Kidnapping, blisters, threat of murder, blood

“What is this place?” August slowed his steps, apprehensive.

“This has been my home for the last 200 years. Keep up.”

Despite knowing that he was stronger and far more experienced in his strength than Azari was, August had the nagging feeling to stop. Something told him that continuing was a bad idea.

And yet…

Azari had said no tricks yet. He had said they would go to Morgan. August didn’t expect him to give warning before a trick, but he only half expected one before they reached Morgan.

Azari opened a heavy iron door and August caught sight of Morgan, lying collapsed on the ground. There was a small pooling of blood under them.

“Morgan—” Every other thought left August’s mind for a moment. One, fatal mistake.

August didn’t have time to process what was happening as he was thrown to the side and his bare arms and face hit the wall. He hadn’t really looked at the room before he had entered, but now it was painfully obvious. The walls were made of silver.

August screamed, shouting profanities as he tried to fight back. It hurt to move his arms. It hurt to move his face to scream. He was glad none of his current clothing had tears though. It was only his arms and face.

August managed to throw Azari off, but Azari was laughing now.

“You still think you’re gonna win? You think you’re gonna fight me like that?” Azari gestured to the angry red blisters spanning August’s arms and face.

“Why don’t you come here and fucking find out?” August was on guard now, ready for the attack this time. Azari was wearing long sleeves, pants, and gloves. It would be difficult to incapacitate him using the silver.

Despite expecting Azari’s attack, August was still shocked by the pain searing through his arms as Azari grabbed his wrists. Azari shoved August against the wall again, searing the other side of his arms.

While August yelled and fought to get Azari to let go, Azari bit him, making his screams even louder.

Around the time August started getting double vision, Azari dropped him. August slid down the wall, cradling his arms close to his body as he fought to overcome the pain.

“That was pathetic. You might be strong, but you’re not particularly smart.”

“Why are you doing this?” August demanded.

“Because it’s what we were meant to do.” Azari crouched in front of August. “Vampires like you out to go to the stake immediately. If you don’t have it in you to kill and turn humans, why were you even reborn??”

“Well the coven that turned me didn’t exactly ask to see my resume.” August slurred, trying to push himself off the ground, hissing in pain when his blistered palms touched the floor.

“And that’s how it should be! You shouldn’t be hesitating or asking for permission from humans! You’re their superior. I’m their superior. All vampires are superior to humans! The council has forgotten its purpose. If no one does anything, they’ll start passing laws to protect human scum.” Azari pushed August back, knocking them against the wall again. “That’s why I have to kill you. If the council finds me, they’ll have me executed. I have too many things to do still.”

“This isn’t why vampires exist!” August growled through gritted teeth.

“Oh really? And why do you think they exist?”

“We’re accidents! Freaks of nature! There is no purpose for us!”

Azari leaned in close to August. “If you really believe that, then why are you fighting so hard?”

August hesitated.

“People don’t fight for things they don’t believe in! If you really thought you have no purpose, you wouldn’t care what I think my purpose is!” Azari kicked August in the head and August toppled to the ground.

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