#forced vacation

Part 2

Hero felt so sleepy after lunch that they were sure Villain must have drugged them again. Everything had tasted so good, and Hero’s eyes had been bigger than their stomach. Villain slid over a bowl of passionfruit sorbet and Hero groaned. It looked so good, but they were so full, and so sleepy…

“Too tired to eat, hm?” Villain smirked.

“I don’t wanna waste it though,” Hero argued pitifully.

Villain waved over a henchman, who took the sorbet away.

“Don’t worry about it, you can have some later if you’d like,” they said, getting up.

Hero folded their arms on the table, then rested their head on them.

“Come on, sleepyhead,” Villain said, hoisting Hero to their feet, “the table is no place for a nap.”

Villain led Hero away from the patio while some henchmen cleaned up. They brought them back into the bedroom and patted the mattress. Hero obliged, laying right down on top of the comforter.

“There now,” Villain said, “you take a little rest.”

“Hmm,” Hero mumbled, halfway gone already.

Hero drifted off just as Villain draped a light blanket over them.

…

Hero woke up about two hours later. They opened their eyes, unsure what dimension they were in.

“Good afternoon, darling,” Villain greeted.

“Mm… what year is it?” Hero asked groggily.

“Oh, it’s still very much the year you fell asleep in, our robot overlords haven’t quite taken over yet,” Villain joked.

Hero sat up, stretching. Their hair was a tangly mess, and the blanket was twisted up around their legs. Hero had slept like a starfish. Villain gazed at them with a fondness that took Hero by surprise.

“Shall we get you fixed up for the spa?” Villain asked.

They approached Hero and took their hand, helping them up and leading them to a vanity.

“Spa?”

Villain sat Hero down and picked up a hairbrush.

“Yes, you of all people could do with a massage and a soak in the hot tub, believe me.”

Villain started to brush Hero’s hair, working the tangles out as gently as they could. When their hair was all sorted out, they braided it, working in tropical flowers here and there. Villain finished with a hair tie that matched Hero’s outfit.

“You’re blushing,” Villain noted.

Hero looked up to see Villain staring at them in the mirror. Sure enough, their cheeks were tinged a deep pink.

“It’s just a sunburn,” Hero lied.

“Ha! Not on my watch it isn’t,” Villain said, “I made sure to lather you up with sunscreen every two hours on the dot.”

…

Hero received a hot stone massage, followed by a coconut body scrub, and finished by getting in the nearby hot spring with Villain. They sighed in relief. The last bit of tension in their body melted away as the hot water did its work.

“I love you,” Hero sighed.

“Hm? What was that?” Villain asked.

Hero froze.

“Uh, I love food,” Hero said quickly, “and swimming, and island getaways.”

Villain smiled, a lopsided grin that made Hero’s heart beat rapidly in their chest.

“I do it all for you, my darling Hero,” they said.

Hero wasn’t sure how long Villain intended to keep them here, but for the first time since being taken, they didn’t mind at all.

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Part 1

Hero stirred to a cool sensation going up and down their arm. They groaned weakly as their eyes fluttered open to a shady umbrella overhead. They felt a soft surface underneath them and heard the lapping of ocean waves nearby. Then they remembered their situation. Hero sat bolt upright, but they were yanked back down.

“Hold it! You’re not going out in the sun until I’m finished!”

Hero’s head jerked to the side.

“Villain!? What the heck are you doing!?”

Villain got another helping of sunscreen out of the bottle and applied it to Hero’s other arm.

“Hooking you up to my doomsday device,” Villain said, “…what does it look like, darling?”

Hero opened their mouth, closed it, opened it again, then closed it fruitlessly. Villain chuckled, then sat them up. They started to apply more of the citrus-scented stuff to Hero’s back.

Hero blinked in confusion. They looked down at their body and saw that their suit had been replaced with swimwear. Their cheeks turned red at the thought of someone undressing them.

“Oh relax,” Villain said, “I didn’t peek.”

That made Hero feel a little bit better, but only a little bit. In a few minutes, Villain was finished. Hero went to stand up again, but Villain stopped them.

“Hero! It has to sink in for at least fifteen minutes!” Villain protested.

Hero huffed, then begrudgingly sat back down. Villain smiled.

“Good,” they said, “I hope you’re not so jumpy because you’re planning on escaping, my dear Hero.”

Hero opened their mouth to speak.

“Because if you were,” Villain continued, “you’d have a pretty hard time getting off this beach, let alone the island. I have security measures everywhere. And I know you don’t plan to swim all the way back to the city; that would be insane even for you.”

Hero scanned the beach. Various henchmen dotted the sand dunes, waiting in case they decided to try something. So they were stuck here.

“How long?” Hero grumbled.

“You still have about thirteen minutes-”

“No.” Hero shook their head, “how long are you keeping me here?”

Villain cracked an annoyingly attractive grin.

“As long as it takes, Hero. As long as it takes.”

That wasn’t an answer! Hero went to say so, but Villain shoved a straw in their mouth.

“Strawberry daquiri,” Villain explained, “go on.”

Hero eyed it suspiciously.

“Virgin- no alcohol.”

Hero still didn’t drink.

“Oh for the love of-” Villain took a small sip from the drink, “-there. Happy?”

Satisfied, Hero started to sip on the daquiri. It was so sweet and refreshing, they relaxed on the spot.

…

Hero dried their hair with a fluffy towel. The beach had been tolerable. Okay, it had been really fun, but they weren’t about to admit it. They had been escorted to Villain’s fancy villa at the heart of the island and had been left to shower and change. Hero had done both, and was now dressed in a loose, flowy outfit that swished in the breeze.

“Had fun, my little mermaid?” Villain smiled, leaning on the doorframe.

Hero whirled around.

“It was… it wasn’t torture,” Hero conceded.

“I would hope not, considering I had to practically drag you out of the water for lunch.”

Villain had left the beach completely soaked, but not because they had been playing in the water too. Hero may have splashed them a few times… they were completely dry now, though, and wearing a crisp button-up and shorts. Hero giggled thinking about the beach.

“Come on,” Villain nodded to the door, “you’re going to love what Chef made.”

Hero’s urge to fight was fading evermore into the back of their mind. They joined Villain and followed them to the patio where various foods and delicacies waited.

Part 3

Hero collapsed on the couch, not even bothering to change out of their suit. They were just drifting off when they heard the latch to their window click, then the window opening. Hero groaned. They were so tired, why did they have to deal with a break-in?

They willed themselves to move; they opened their eyes and saw a shadow looming over them. Before they could react, something sharp pierced their thigh. Hero cried out, glaring up at Villain.

“What was that for!?”

“Shh, go back to sleep,” Villain whispered.

“I most certainly will not!” Hero shouted, “I- I… I...mm…”

Hero blinked in an effort to clear their blurry vision. Villain got off of them and started looking around Hero's apartment. Hero rolled off the couch and crashed to the floor with a thud.

“Villain!” Hero slurred, “get back here!”

“Which way to your bedroom?” Villain asked, ignoring them.

“I'm not telling you!”

“Fair enough, I'll find it myself, it's not like you live in a mansion… I should really fix that.”

Villain hummed to themselves while Hero pathetically crawled after them. Villain started going through Hero's dresser, pulling out various garments like- swimwear!?

“Did you just come here to steal my wardrobe?” Hero mumbled.

“Oh please,” Villain scoffed, “who would want these? I have half a mind to call the fashion police. Hm, we'll just pick you up some things along the way.”

Hero was finding it increasingly difficult to focus. Villain stalked over to them, crouching down to inspect them.

“You're not out yet?” Villain asked, tilting their head.

“No,” Hero bit out, “I'm…not…”

Hero's eyes fluttered shut as they collapsed on their side. They distantly felt Villain scoop them up in a bridal carry, then there was nothing.

…

Hero stirred to a pressure in their ears. Their eyelids slowly lifted and they saw Villain sitting opposite them, reading a book.

“Morning,” Villain drawled, turning a page, “or afternoon. I don't keep track of the time zones up here.”

Up here? Hero ‘s head swiveled to the side. They looked out a small, round window and saw fluffy white clouds and a blue sky. Their eyes went wide. They turned back to Villain, and sprang to their feet. Well, they tried to, but something kept them in place.

“That's for your own safety,” Villain said, gesturing vaguely to the various straps pulled taut across Hero's body, “and my peace of mind.”

“Safety!? A seatbelt is safety, Villain! This is- what even is all this!? Why am I on a plane, why am I strapped down, why did you kidnap me!?”

Villain snapped their fingers, and a henchman brought over a glass of water with a straw. They held it to Hero's lips. Hero then realized how dry their mouth was, and reluctantly drank against their better judgment.

“That's drugged,” Villain said nonchalantly.

Hero froze, having already swallowed most of the water. Villain finally looked up from their book and laughed.

“Oh, your face~,” Villain cackled, “too cute! It's just spring water, Hero, with a little bit of lemon.”

Hero visibly relaxed.

“As for your other questions,” Villain continued, “I know you, Hero, and I know when you're overdoing it. As such, I've decided its in your best interest as my nemesis to arrange a vacation for you; well, for both of us, but mostly you. We're going to a tropical island far away from any cities , criminals, or corrupt justice systems.”

“Villain!” Hero protested.

“Hero!” Villain replied with a smirk.

“I can't go on vacation! I have way too much to do! I-” Hero struggled some more in the restraints “-Let me out!”

“Those are there to make sure you don't try anything reckless,” Villain stated, “so calm down, and enjoy the flight.”

A henchman pushed a button, and a TV lowered down from the ceiling. They put a remote control in Hero's hand, then nodded to Villain.

“You will let me know if you get motion sickness, won't you?” Villain asked, picking their book up again.

“UGH!”

...

When they landed, Villain set their book down and reached in their belt pocket for something. They produced another syringe.

“Oh come on!” Hero whined.

“It's not that bad,” Villain argued, “just a small pinch, look-"

Villain injected the contents into Hero's leg. Hero stifled a yelp. Two henchmen came and unstrapped Hero from their seat. Hero immediately stood, only to lurch forward. Villain caught them easily.

“Falling for me? You flatter me,” Villain teased.

“Get off,” Hero said, “I appreciate the concern, but you can't just kidnap people whenever you feel like it!”

“Of course I can, I'm doing it right now, aren't I?”

Villain lifted Hero up into their arms, walking them off the plane. Hero fought to stay awake. Villain deposited them in a luxury car, climbing in next to them. Hero dozed off a moment later.

Part 2

Forced Vacation Masterlist

Villain escorted Hero back to the patio where lit torches illuminated a bountiful buffet table laden with all kinds of tropical foods. Slices of fruit, freshly baked rolls, glazed ham, seafood salad, and dishes Hero had never even heard of, and it all made their mouth water.

Villain pulled Hero’s chair out for them, and they sat down. Villain took the seat next to them. It might have been more classy to sit across the table from Hero, but Villain didn’t seem to care much about that right now.

They started eating, and Hero could feel the butterflies swarming in their stomach. They felt Villain’s eyes on them, and Hero looked anywhere but into them.

“Are you all right?”

Hero tore their gaze away from the firelight and finally faced their host. Villain wore a concerned expression, but they looked so… Hero couldn’t place it exactly… gorgeous? Enchanting?

“Y-yeah,” Hero stammered out, “I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“Me?” Villain asked, “yes, I’m fine…”

Hero’s eyes glanced down at Villain’s lips then back up to where they were supposed to be.

“It’s really warm out here,” Hero blurted.

“Quite,” Villain agreed.

Hero found themselves inches from Villain’s face. When had that happened?

“The nature here is really pretty,” Hero added.

The flora and fauna of the island were far from the front of Hero’s mind right now.

“Not as pretty as you,” Villain said.

Hero’s face turned scarlet. They weren’t really sure how it happened, but within a second, Villain’s lips met theirs. Hero was glad they were sitting down, for their knees would have buckled otherwise. Their eyes fluttered shut as they returned the kiss. Villain’s hands wandered to Hero’s back and brought them in closer. The moment seemed to stretch into hours, and they never wanted it to end.

Cool air met their lips as Villain pulled back, their face looking as red as Hero’s felt. Villain smiled through the flush.

“You’re right,” they said, “the heat is stifling.”

Hero giggled, then brought their lips to Villain’s once more. They almost fell off their seat from how deeply Villain reciprocated.

“Boss, Chef wants to know if you want… oh.”

Villain broke the kiss and gave their henchman a frustrated expression.

“Sorry,” the henchman shifted their weight from one foot to the other in an awkward manner.

“What is it, [Name]?” Villain asked.

“…Passionfruit sorbet or coconut ice cream for dessert,” the henchman said sheepishly.

Villain looked at Hero.

“It’s up to you, dearest Hero.”

Hero’s brain felt like mush. Their whole system had short-circuited and the fireworks in their head wouldn’t turn off.

“The first one sounds good,” Hero said slowly, not looking away from Villain.

“Right, I’ll… let them know.”

The henchman scurried from the patio. Several more kisses were exchanged that night and throughout the rest of the vacation.

…

Hero looked out the plane window at the clouds passing by.

“Things are gonna be different back home,” they said.

Villain hummed in agreement, scrolling through a list of movies on the TV.

“That dingy apartment will be the first thing to go,” Villain remarked.

Hero giggled, giving them a peck on the cheek. The vacation might have been forced, but what was developing between them was completely natural and free.

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