Hello hello! If your requests are still open, would you be willing to write about an injured Hero who keeps trying to fight whatever threat is at hand so Villain kidnaps them for their own wellbeing??
The Rescue You Didn’t Ask For
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Warning: Mention of broken bones, injuries, blood, destruction, kidnapping and violence
The hero stumbled through the alley, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Blood dripped from a gash on their forehead, staining the pavement beneath their boots. Their ribs screamed with every step, and their left arm hung uselessly at their side. But they couldn’t stop. Not yet. Not while the city was still in danger.
Behind them, the sounds of chaos echoed—screams, explosions, the distant wail of sirens. The villain’s latest scheme was in full swing, and the hero was the only one standing in their way. Or at least, they were supposed to be. Right now, they could barely stand at all.
“You’re in no condition to fight,” a voice said, smooth and familiar. The hero froze, their head snapping up to see the villain leaning casually against the alley wall, their arms crossed. “Honestly, it’s embarrassing to watch.”
The hero glared, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the way they swayed on their feet. “Get out of my way. I don’t have time for this.”
The villain pushed off the wall, their expression unreadable. “You’re bleeding. Badly. And unless I’m mistaken, you’ve got at least two broken ribs. Maybe three. Do you really think you can take me on like this?”
The hero didn’t answer. Instead, they lunged forward, their fist swinging in a clumsy arc. The villain sidestepped easily, catching the hero by the wrist and pulling them close.
“Stop,” the villain said, their voice low and firm. “You’re going to get yourself killed.”
The hero struggled weakly, their strength fading fast. “I have to… stop them…”
“Them?” The villain’s brow furrowed. “You’re not even fighting me right now, are you? Who’s out there?”
The hero didn’t answer, their knees buckling as the adrenaline finally gave out. The villain caught them before they could hit the ground, their arms surprisingly gentle.
“You’re impossible,” the villain muttered, though there was no real anger in their voice. “Stubborn, reckless, and utterly impossible.”
The hero’s vision blurred, their words slurring as they tried to speak. “Have to… save them…”
The villain sighed, adjusting their grip on the hero. “You’re not saving anyone like this. And I can’t have my favorite hero dying on me. So, for once in your life, just… stop.”
Before the hero could protest, the villain pressed a small device to their neck. A sharp sting, and then darkness.
When the hero woke, they were lying on a soft couch, a blanket draped over them. The room was dimly lit, the air warm and quiet. For a moment, they thought they were dreaming. Then they saw the villain sitting in a chair nearby, flipping through a book.
“Where…?” the hero croaked, their throat dry.
“My safehouse,” the villain said, not looking up. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
The hero tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in their side made them gasp. The villain was at their side in an instant, a hand on their shoulder.
“Don’t,” they said firmly. “You’re still healing.”
The hero blinked up at them, confused. “Why… why are you doing this?”
The villain hesitated, their expression softening just slightly. “Because someone has to keep you alive. And apparently, that someone is me.”
The hero stared at them, their mind struggling to process the words. The villain, their enemy, the one they’d fought countless times, was… helping them?
“You kidnapped me,” the hero said finally.
The villain smirked. “I prefer to think of it as a strategic relocation for your own wellbeing.”
The hero couldn’t help it—they laughed, though it quickly turned into a wince. “You’re unbelievable.”
“So I’ve been told,” the villain said, sitting back in their chair. “Now, rest. The city can survive without you for one night. And if it can’t… well, maybe it doesn’t deserve you.”
The hero wanted to argue, to insist they were fine, but the warmth of the blanket and the steady rhythm of their breathing made it hard to stay awake. As their eyes drifted shut, they thought they felt the villain’s hand brush against their forehead, their voice a soft murmur.
“You’re going to be the death of me, hero.”
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