#[ I know I’m not the only one here who feels like a one celled organism whenever this happens ]

[holidayinhell]

Interview

CWs: references to noncon, violence

1. Would you rather - Rope or Chains?

R: Rope.

W: Chains, dear god, chains any day. Ropes fucking burn.

2. If Whumpee had multiple Whumpers, who is their favourite? For Whumpers, which Whumpee was your favourite?

R: Yeah, I’ve got a favorite. A couple years back I had a Whumpee who fought me at every turn. He'd throw his food at me, cuss me out, and try to attack me. One time he scratched absolute shit outta my arms. Anyways, I got tired of his shitty attitude and decided to kill him. I didn't keep it a secret, I told him he was gonna die. But when I went in to do it, he changed completely. No more screaming, no spark in his eye. He got quiet. Heh, he got all lovey dovey with me even. You know, lots of people say they’ll do anything if only you’ll spare their life. I never did cash in on that promise, but on this Whumpee, I put it to the fucking test. Heh. He let me do whatever I wanted to him. Depraved, horrible things, that would make the most degenerate man blush. Heh, and even though he was crying through most of it, he still pretended to like everything I did to him. And god. You should’ve seen his eyes when I told him I was still gonna kill him. That look. I think about it still.

W: I can’t. glances over at Whumper. Next question please.

3: In your opinion, what is the best way to train a pet?

R: Humans are fickle fucking beasts. You have to break down someone’s pride in order to train them. I start off with food deprivation, that usually helps me gauge what kind of fight I’m in for.

W: Positive reinforcement has always worked for me… I’ve only ever had a pet bearded dragon though.

4: Broken ribs or bullet wound? 

R: Both.

W: These questions are uncomfortable to answer. But, uh, bullet wound I guess. Assuming it didn’t graze any organs.

5: Preferred type of gag? 

R: I like a fabric gag. Or a simple piece of duct tape. Sometimes they come off and I get to squeeze a little scream out of Whumpee, and then I put a fresh one right back on. I kinda like the cycle of it.

W: I don’t have a preference… none? I guess the metal bit one isn't the worst of them. It hurts my teeth but at least I can still kinda breathe.

6: Burned or stabbed?

R: Stabbed.

W: Stabbed, I guess?

7: Favourite stress position? 

R: An old-fashioned hogtie. I guess I’m unimaginative but I don’t get too crazy into the BDSM shit. Who has the patience for that?

W: Uhh.. just, handcuffs behind my back. Something relatively comfortable.

8: Have you given or received any Brands? What do they signify?

R: Heh. No. Never been branded. I certainly have had my fun branding Whumpee though.

W: I… have two… Uhm. One on my chest that, thank Christ, is almost all the way healed. It said, uh, swine. The other one is on my back, it’s a lot worse. I don’t know what it says but I can feel it so it’s um, it’s here to stay, I guess.

R: It says Nice Try. Remember?

W: Not really.

R: From your second half-hearted escape attempt. Didn't realize you forgot. But I did hit you pretty fucking hard that night.

9: Broken arm or broken leg? 

R: Leg.

W: Arm. A million times, arm.

10: How did you get here? Why are you the way that you are?

R: I live here. Far as I know, I’ve always been 'like this'-- whatever the hell that means. And I don’t see a problem with it. We’re all free to do as we like, so that’s what I fucking do.

W: I dunno. I, I was outside, it was dark and I think it was raining…yeah… heading home from the bar. I didn’t drink that much. I didn’t live that far, either, so the rain wasn’t a problem. I remember falling down and then… I woke up here. And I’ve been here ever since.

11: What is your biggest regret?

R: I wish this Whumpee could’ve learned a thing or two from my defiant Whumpee in the second question you asked. I wanna get my dick sucked like that every fucking night.

W: Regrets... yeah, I've got a few. One stands out. It was late at night, Whumper didn't tie me up. I snuck out of my cell and I made it to the steps. Almost to the top, nearly all the way out. The door was unlocked and cracked open a little, I thought I could make a run for it and—

R: —I was waiting for you at the top. Heh. I wanted to see if you'd run, and you sure tried to. Not so much after that, though.

12: Is there a line you won’t cross? For Whumpee, what do you most fear Whumper might do?

R: A line I wouldn’t cross? Uhhh…. No. No, I don’t think so. I’ll cross any fucking line. turns to Whumpee, grinning. So what are you afraid of, Whumpee?

W: I, um. Does he really have to be here when I answer these questions?

R: Tell them, Whumpee.

W: Can I whisper it to you? (he’s already done so much to me, so fucking much… it’s dumb but I don’t want him to shave my head.)

R: smirks. You know I heard that.

13: What lessons have you taken away from your experience?

R: Everything has been the same old, same old for me. Guess this Whumpee’s lasted longer than the rest of ‘em. He’s coming up on a year soon. Kind of impressive he’s stuck around this long and hasn’t given me a reason to kill him yet.

W: I don’t know. I do what I’m told so I can eat. I take it day by day. I guess the lesson I’ve learned is that abandoning pride is the only way to survive…

14: Whip or cane?

R: Whip.

W: Yeah. Whip.

R: Didn’t expect you to say that. Noted.

15: Drugged or coherent?

R: Depends on the situation. Drugging them is useful for transport but I don’t much like it when they’re too dazed to understand what’s happening. Sometimes they fall asleep, too.

W: Drug me any fucking day. I don’t care. I’ll take whatever you have.

16: What are your true, honest feelings about each other? Is there some part of you that cares for the other at all?

R: Sometimes I like to touch him. He’s warm and it’s funny when he tries to squirm away. Plus I like it when he begs me to stop. But do I care about him? …eh. Sure, sorta. He’s my plaything.

W: Erm. Thanks, I guess. For me… Whumper is the reason I’m here. I guess I’m appreciative for the food… but he does hurt me. A lot. Constantly.

R: You're very welcome.

17: What is your favourite thing about the other? A personality trait, a physical feature, anything

R: He’s got pretty hair. A kind of pretty face, too. Yeah, almost like a girl. Heh. And he makes good sounds when he’s screaming.

W: Ah. Fuck. I really don’t know how to answer this…

R: Come on. What’s your favorite part?

W: Um. Well, I'll say this: Whumper is smart. Scary smart. I don’t think anyone would ever imagine how smart. I don’t know. I don’t. It’s… terrifying.

18: Do you have relationships outside of each other? Friends, family - if yes, do they know about Whumpee? Do they care?

R: Yes, yes, and no.

W: I have a half sister in, uh, Arkansas. We’re not close, obviously… used to have friends I guess, but it’s been a long time since I saw them…

19: What other hobbies do/did you have?

R: Video games. 

W: I used to play saxophone. A lifetime ago.

20: For Whumper, is there any chance you’ll let Whumpee go? For Whumpee, have you ever thought about life after you’re free?

R: No. Sorry. Realistically, it doesn’t make sense to ‘let him go.’

W: I, uh, I used to think about it. I don't anymore… like he said.. realistically it doesn’t make any sense.

R: Mm. Good answer, Whumpee.

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this interview uses the questions from Character Ask Game post by @inhurtandincomfort !! thanks homie!

((more Whump))

[weebsinstash]

Alright bestie I’m on that shit again

So yandere Superman, right? Like obviously your fucked. The only other yandere in existence that might just be able to keep you from him is Batman, but even then he’d probably sooner work together just to ensure your safety- but that’s a prompt for another day.

Back to yan Superman, imagine you’re his darling and he is “keeping you safe”. But one day, you get snatched up by some organization that wants to use you as leverage or some shit, but you are just sobbing in relief at maybe being free- only to have Superman show up and do some not so super things to everyone who “stole” you

There are just so many casually horrifying things about Superman that people don't realize until you start like digging into his lore. "Oh he's super strong and a super fast flyer" actually he can do basically anything at those super speeds to the point he can literally even PROCESS THOUGHTS at near light-speed which means he has Absolutely Terrifying reaction times and can make plans and schemes on a dime, which, you know, can be even better utilized by him being intelligent. He has natural invulnerability so if you throw a punch at him too hard you could literally shatter the bones in your hand and he can't even control that, like you could literally hurt yourself with him on accident! He can see across INSANE DISTANCES and his x-ray vision doesn't have like a set range so he could do anything from, peep inside buildings to spy on you, to looking under your clothing for any bruises or injuries or even self harm marks, to peeking behind your hero disguise to learn your true identity, to seeing if there's anything inside your stomach and seeing if you're eating properly. Like jesus christ he literally found out Lois was pregnant from waking up one morning and suddenly hearing the heartbeat of the FETUS, there's literally nothing from him pulling that stereotypical "I know you're nervous or lying or afraid because I can literally hear your heartbeat increase" scary bullshit

And let's talk about Lois for a sec because my god her death was literally what kicked off the Injustice timeline? And there are other forms of Superman media where she just straight up dies naturally of cancer! Sure we could take the easy way and say "in this au Lois never existed or was just Clark's friend and he loved YOU" (which is my preferred default tbh bc, no competition for Reader lol) but I mean if you're going for that angst, that real whump, a yandere Clark Kent that just lost his wife/unborn child to either the Injustice incident or cancer, now overcome with grief? And in those cancer timelines they usually already have a son, Jonathan, and sometimes Jordan, and here's Clark thinking, well, his boy needs a mother, and he's got these weird feelings for you, and lil Jonny clearly has affection for you, maybe bring a bit of a platonic yan himself who sees you as either a big sister or even a secondary mom, so... be his wife maybe?

Like my god if Reader somehow helped him through the grief of losing Lois and managed to avoid "fully activating" Superman's anime villain arc, like he's going full fascist in the Injustice 2 Bad Ending, then some shit DEFINITELY goes down when Reader gets taken away. It just reactivates all his trauma. No! He can't lose anyone else! Jonathan can't lose anyone else! You're not just someone he loves, you're his FRIEND!

You're just huddled in whatever cell you've been kept in with your black eyes and bruises and knuckles bloodied from trying to fight back when you hear Clark's voice and you look up with excitement that just falls immediately off your face because holy shit did he just unlock that thumbprint scanner with a severed arm, and suddenly you're realizing there are other shades of red on his costume and dripping from his fingers

I can only imagine like, ngl I considered a sequel to my fic Doubt where Reader escapes the manor and runs into Supernan as the only other person who can protect you, so here we would have the inverse: you're the only one who knows about Clark's increasing instability and, while you still have your own freedom and autonomy, try to speak to Bruce about it, and now you have Batman Vs Superman: Competing For Your Heart Edition. I can only imagine what sort of unhinged reactions there would be if you think you've got Batman alone and you're beginning to cry all "Bruce I'm really worried about Clark, he isn't acting like himself, there's something wrong with him" and. Clark is like literally using his x-ray vision to read lips through the walls if he can't use his super hearing to outright eavesdrop.

Of course as you suggested, I'm always a slut for ideas with"oh shit I ran to this guy to help me and he's ALSO crazy, now they're teaming up and I'm in some weird shared/poly situation with TWO nutjobs". Lmao you go to Bruce concerned about Kal and Bruce goes to confront him and Clark just drops "did you know Y/N has been hiding self harm cuts under their hero suit also wow they smoke HELLA weed and im worried about their lungs and all the stuff they do when they're alone that no one else knows about 🥺" and suddenly here's Bruce " thanks i hate this actually :)" and there's a scheme concted to spy on you or move you elsewhere.

I've even thought of "Reader oh nooOoooOo, that, giant monster or villain attack or whatever also coincidentally destroyed your shitty little apartment complex? You mean Clark 'accidently' got sent flying into your building or smacked some giant creature into it and now you don't have a place to live? And you're broke too? Oh no 🥺 Well, BATMAN has this nice big house with lots of room in for you to stay toooootally 'temporarily', we PROMISE uwu"

Batman is the one who can put a tracking chip injected into your skin or even disguised as a filling in one of your teeth, and Superman is the one who can zoom off to rescue you/retrieve you "faster than a speeding bullet". I think one of the only people who could bring them down together at that point would be like. Fucking DARKSEID and, Jesus no, you definitely don't want HIM treating you as a pet 😭 the evil Batman that was brainwashed by him in the Apokolips War movie was scary enough (and scary HOT, lmao, let him keep me as some sort of prize and the only luxury Darkseid will allow him as a reward for his obedience. Lord Batman goes from having a meeting talking about like enslaving people to returning to his quarters and railing tf outta you because he's still holding onto some slim vestiges of humanity where he cares about you but also using you as his personal anti stress fuck toy)

[woah-uhuh-uhuh-uhuh]

Squip Contagion Theory

A theory about what squips really “want” and how they reproduce! I’m sure people have already looked at every angle of this stuff back in The Olden Days of bmc fandom, but what the heck, I had fun putting it into words anyway. Forewarning that a decent amount of it is based in speculation rather than evidence. 

As usual, I bolded all the major stuff + tldr at the start because I talk too much lmao

tl;dr

Like most other organisms on this planet, a squip’s primary goal is to reproduce. (Which makes sense - things that reproduce more are just going to outnumber things that don’t. Especially when squip reproduction directly translates to human monetary profit).

As a potential host, you’re made to feel worthless in some area of your life (what I term the “axis of torment”) by a current host, until you’re psychologically ready to buy and obey a squip. 

The squip then compels you to make other people worthless in the same area of life, until the squip (as it has been marketed to you) seems like a natural solution to their problems. 

You might then offer the squip to your victims because your own squip encourages you to (as Rich does to Jeremy) and/or you come to believe that it just… really is the natural solution to their problems. (Jeremy to Michael: “I think you’re pissed I have one and you don’t!”)

This produces a chain of people who all (A) have squips, (B) produce more squip-hosts by ‘infecting’ (squipping) the particularly susceptible people around them (creating more squip demand → more squip production, yada yada yada), and (C) hold similar beliefs about the purpose of squips (cool pills, smart pills — and ostensibly anything else a brain pill could do, like “fixing” speech impediments as they mention in the book).

(cont)

Squips as symbiotes

The question I started with: Why does Rich’s squip decide that Jeremy needs a squip? And why now instead of earlier?

I mean, it’s odd, right? The squip’s primary goal is to improve people’s lives. Using Rich as a host/avatar, the squip makes choices that improve Rich’s life, and then essentially recommends itself to Jeremy in order to improve his life, too. That all makes sense!  …Except wait, if that was always the point, then why did it also decide to beat the crap out of Jeremy for over a year in the interim?

I’ve been rolling around the theory that squips don’t actually have a strong directive to improve people’s social standing or intelligence or anything like that — like most other organisms, all they really want to do is reproduce. 

If you think about it, they’re not that dissimilar to a virus in terms of their reproductive cycle. The only way a virus can reproduce is by taking over the cells of other organisms and forcing them to manufacture more viruses.* Squips need humans — not only to produce more squips, but also to provide their habitat (i.e. the human brain) and possibly their power source, and grant them physical presence in the world (if you’ve read Animorphs, you probably know what I’m talking about here). Squips are obligate parasites,** and humans are their host species. 

*[I’m not a virologist. This is probably an egregious generalization.] **[i.e. parasites that can’t survive outside of a host. Also, parasite is a loaded word here but I can’t get into that.]

Obviously, the easiest way to ensure the future of squipkind would be to “poison the water supply” (a la The Play), or at least squip a lot of people who are able to manufacture squips. Why they don’t just do that is definitely relevant (my personal theory is actually just the same explanation they use in — you guessed it — Animorphs, which posits that voluntary hosts are easier to control).

But I don’t really have time to dive into that here, so I just want to talk about the more subtle, deliberate tactic they use instead. Under squip contagion theory, squips prefer to select specific people and individually prepare them to become hosts.

Chain of torment: Rich → Jeremy

Rich’s squip torments Jeremy until he’s completely lost all sense of self worth, and then when he finally hits rock bottom — look at that, I’ve got just the thing! Just the thing to fix exactly the problem that I personally gave you! Crazy how that works out. 

…And it’s weird that it’s marketed like that to Jeremy, right? As a coolness pill? At least according to Michael, other people have been using it for intelligence/academics — and that’s just on top of his other amazing argument that didn’t get enough credit in the script honestly: (“You really think its primary function is to get you LAID? … of all possible applications for such a mind-blowingly advanced technology, you ever wonder what it’s doing inside of YOU?”) Certainly, it could be a catch-all “pill that fixes your life.” But for what it’s worth, scary stock boy seems to believe it’s specifically a coolness pill, too. (J: “How did you know why I’m here?” / SSB: “Just look at you, kid.”) 

I actually think the squips are just creating chains of customers, each tormenting the next on some axis of jealousy (like coolness or success) and then offering the squip as a solution to that jealousy. So by necessity, the next customer has to want the squip for the same reason you did, because that’s the only axis you can torment them on — the same one the squip has improved for you. This creates different “strains” of marketing. 

WOW friend’s brother has specifically been told that he’s an idiot (ostensibly by society, since they invoke grades, but obviously I like to imagine a squip was involved lol), and he thinks he’s buying a “pill that makes you smarter.” 

Rich(‘s squip) makes him popular, which makes Jeremy feel unpopular, so he must market the squip as a “popularity pill.” 

Axis of torment: Jeremy → Michael & Brooke

But not just a popularity pill. Rich SPECIFICALLY markets the squip as a pill that makes you feel seen — not just a blip, or a guy nobody even remembers going to their school. And then, well, what does Jeremy(‘s squip) proceed to do to Michael and Brooke…?

I’ll admit, it’s not the strongest theory, but I do think it’s an interesting framework in light of how Jeremy’s squip went “fuck this guy in particular” and decided to bring Michael to his absolute breaking point, to make him “wish [he] was never born.”* For just this brief moment, he’s finally reached Jeremy levels of disregard for his own identity. Because like Jeremy and pre-squip Rich, Michael has quite LITERALLY become invisible.

*[And yeah, I know this was partially unsquipped Jeremy’s doing, but I can’t even pretend to believe that this isn’t exactly what the squip would want him to do anyway.]

(Also, I know this is debatably to separate Jeremy from the Red? I won’t pretend I have a brilliant argument against that, because it’s a really fair point. But just as a thought, I also don’t think that was the most surefire way to eliminate Red from the equation.)

But hey, you know what’d actually be great for that? What could really turn things around for you, Michael? Hey, you know what could help you not be a loner and a stoner and a loser who drives a PT Cruiser? It’s like, this crazy thing you’ve probably never even heard of. Really obscure stuff. Yeah, it’s from Japan actually?

On Brooke: there was actually… no coolness-related reason to specifically target this girl who got cheated on, and then try to make Jeremy “cheat” on her. Is that really supposed to make him look cool? Even if it had gone as planned, it would’ve still just gotten half the cool kids in school to absolutely fucking hate him!

(Oh yeah, and also make Brooke feel completely worthless. But I’m sure that’s just collateral damage. I mean, it’s not like we have anything to gain from making some kid feel unseen and undesirable. Especially not when she lives in such close emotional proximity to two different squip hosts who are actively doing better in that department. Just a shame, really.)

And a final bit of anecdotal evidence, this time for Jenna: (JH: “That’s sad, what should I do?” SQ: “You should ignore her.”) Much like Michael and Brooke, here’s another kid on the margins of the social sphere. Why not make her feel just a little more invisible?

end note

// If you want a conclusion paragraph go read the TLDR again :P

Tysm for reading!!!! I know at heart the squip is just a total plot device, but it’s fun to get into the scifi lol. If you have your own theories feel free to share!! I know this is not the most solid interpretation out there :P

(Now excuse me while I try very hard to not write an Animorphs AU. Can’t believe K.A. Applegate single-handedly invented the idea of organisms that enlist down-on-their-luck people to take them into their brains and control what they do. Good for her.)

[haechvn]

Hold On

Pairing: Shuri x Reader

Warning: Angst and a lil fluff. Shuri is a little bit moody but who can really blame her

Summary/Request: y/n is a lab specialist and is sent to work in shuri’s lab after during that year after t’challa passed on (hurt/comfort) then maybe y/n was in the market when the tallokan attacked and shuri protects.

Word Count: 1.9k

Author’s Note: Takes place during Wakanda Forever so beware of spoilers. 

I am working on a few rn but KEEP SENDING REQUESTS. We didn’t just have Shuri star in her OWN MOVIE for y'all to be ignoring her. You guys should be ashamed. Don't play with me, play with yourself.  Enjoy my loves!

“Shuri, I get what you are trying to do but are you sure recreating the herb solely in a lab will give you the same results? Aren’t there any cultural lines you’d be crossing or something? Maybe we should ask the Queen about this first,” you quipped as you steadily chased Shuri around her lab, hoping to get her to reconsider her next steps with the current experiment. 

It has been over a year since the sudden passing of her older brother and the only life she has been able to live is that of a mad scientist - nothing more and certainly nothing less. Of course she still took proper care of herself but her only desire was to find a way to crack the code that could have saved T’Challa’s life. That pain is with her everyday so to combat that, she has put together a squad of the most brilliant minds in Wakanda to help her efforts and that is where you come in. Working alongside the Princess as a Lab Specialist, who is an expert in working with organic matter and analyzing foreign and home-based substances. Truth be told, Shuri adores her entire team but values your opinion and work above all. Maybe it's because your eyes keep her up at night. But in this situation, no one's words were really as important as her own. At least, that’s what she thought. 

“I know what I’m doing,” she seethed stentoriously, speaking as if every word was its own sentence. Stopping abruptly and turning around for you to greet her rigid eyes, her jaw clenched and the veins on her forehead looked like they wanted to break free. Shuri did not want to have this conversation with you again because as more time passed, the more her patience with this project wore thin. Why does everyone still view her as a child? Why can’t her plans be good enough? Every cell in your body told you that you had yet again irritated the Princess. 

“I'm tired of everyone questioning me as if I am not the smartest woman in the world! Go to the market like I requested and pick up the items I asked you to so we can go back to experimenting and stop all this talking. That’s an order.”

Scoffing at her disrespectful tone, you continued on, wanting the Princess to fully think through the ramifications of what lies ahead. She may be royalty but she was also your friend so to hear her speak to you this way without any regard of how you may feel made your heart crack just a bit. You had done your best to be there for her during this very difficult last year and always offered a shoulder to cry on but she has unknowingly begun taking her anger out on you. Her taut voice introduced many onlooking eyes peering over to the previously quiet conversation the two of you were having. Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you held your ground.

“How long will this go on for? You constantly treat your colleagues like we are nothing but mere pets to you. Didn’t you bring us in so that we could help you find ways to solve your problem? That is what I am trying to do here and I don't understand why you can’t see that. I just want you to be safe,” you let out with your voice slightly cracking, exhausted from arguing and the constant back and forth. Sure you kept her on her toes from time to time but this just became too much. Thinking about what could happen if she ingested the curated herb and Bast forbid something went wrong. You wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself. No. You can’t let your mind go there. 

Not letting her answer your questions, you bowed to the Princess and spun on your heels, signaling your exit from the lab with your coat rustling behind you. Quickly rushing out, you could hear her sigh and beckon you towards her but your head was held high as you trekked forward. You didn’t wish to be disregarded any further and the Princess clearly needed some time to think. 

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“That’ll be 12 Wakandan dollars pwease,” said the young girl selling herbs, plates and bowls with her mother. Dots and stripes dance on her face and her smile reminds you of the one Shuri used to carry. It has been so long - too long so maybe this will bring that back to her. 

Thanking the girl and her mother, you start to head back to the lab but not without appreciating the breathtaking beauty of the culture in Wakanda. Such peaceful and vibrant people to match the ethereal aura of this wonderful nation is something that can only be witnessed with your own eyes. In the distance, you made out the figure of a certain Jabari leader smiling widely and waving his enormous hands at you. M’Baku has really proven himself to be a formidable and dependent member of the Wakandan civilization. Just as you lifted your hand to greet him back, you heard the girl and her mother that you bought from scream in anguish.

Whipping your head around, all you could see for miles was water exploding out of thin air. Everywhere started to flood and all the stores and their owners began disappearing before your eyes. Clutching the materials that Shuri requested, you tried your hardest to outrun the waves if that is even possible. You can’t even swim so trying to head towards the water was completely out of the question, especially once three foreign figures rose from the shore. Just like in those cliche horror films, you naturally lost your footing and all you could think was Wait. Atlantis is a real place??!! 

Scared for your life, you gathered yourself up and continued onto the palace until the sweetest melody you have ever heard entered your senses. Dropping everything from your grasp, in a trance you found yourself facing the mysterious figures again, this time in the direction of a man adorned in gold, jade and what is that? Vibranium? However your thoughts were no longer your own and all you wanted to do at this present moment was obey the orders of the singing siren before you. Chaos and destruction ensued around you but all you felt was peace. An eerie peace that sent chills down your spine but whisked your mind away from any current circumstances. Your mind knew he was about to kill you. 

On your way down to kneel in front of this unknown enemy, your name was shouted out at you from the heavens above. The voice held fear and grievance in it and it snapped you out of your hypnosis. It was the Princess. Up above in a ship with what looked like Nneka, waving you down endlessly in hopes to get your attention. Even during her most vulnerable moments, Shuri looked absolutely glorious. Maybe it’s the way her curls fell forward as if they were reaching out to you or her deep charcoal eyes that seems to call you hers. Either way, with the world crashing down around you, you still couldn’t help the butterflies in your chest every time you laid eyes on her. 

Before you could register what was happening, her figure dove out of the aircraft and was headed straight towards you. It seems as though she cracked the code. Landing stealthy with her back turned towards you, her black panther suit seemed to glow in the sun. Decorated in gold and silver from top to bottom, you couldn't hold in your shock. Shuri had always said that the black panther died with her brother but it seems as though she was terribly incorrect.

“Namor. I guess this makes me your enemy now,” she stalked towards him as he slightly trembled in surprise. 

Shuri’s languid movements reminded you of her brother but much more graceful and slightly less calculated but magnificent nonetheless. Intense blows were exchanged between the both of them as you scampered away to find safety in an attempt to avoid the crossfire. Namor eventually catapulted himself away from the Princess and made his way towards the Royal Palace. Getting ready to run in his direction, the Black Panther halted and turned to finally face you. 

Your heart was pounding profusely as she neared you and her helmet disappeared. Her eyes held the story of everything she had been through yet she still carried on like royalty, with such poise and dignity.

She’s here. She’s here. She’s here. She really came here to save me.

You have never seen the Princess kneel before, especially not in a public place so your eyes went wide as she went down on one knee and grasped your hands. Her chest was going up and down at an alarming rate and the grip she had on you started to burn. 

“I’m so sorry I-. I had hoped you were-. Ugh! I can’t believe he almost-,” her words failing her at every opportunity. Tears dropped onto your joined hands and her back shook with her cries. When Shuri had received a distress signal, she had no choice but to take the incomplete herb in an attempt to even the playing field with the submariner. It scared her even more to know that he was attacking the market, the same place she had sent you to in a fit of rage. She couldn’t even believe she used that tone on you of all people so the thought that that might have been the last conversation between you two - no. Not again. She shook her head over and over, not daring to look you in the eyes because she didn’t deserve your kindness. From the outside looking in, Princess Shuri was losing it and this new mantle she now carried was already beginning to be too much for her. 

“Stand up! You are a Princess,” you bellowed, your heart breaking at the sight. Though you shared the same frightened feeling as her, she needed someone to be strong for her and who better than you. 

"We can have this conversation later but your people need you. Your country needs you. Show them who you are, Shuri. Then come back to me.” You couldn't believe you were here offering this kind of counsel to the Princess. You two have really come a long way.

Her head snapped up, curls dancing across her forehead, showcasing her cherry red, tear-filled eyes. She really thought she lost you. 

Quickly gathering her strength, she called for Nakia to “beam us up” and take you to safety. As you are being lifted up, her arms softly wrap themselves around your torso while your chests are conveniently pressed up against each other. Shuri’s eyes haven’t been able to leave yours and they are saying all the things her lips and insecurities wouldn’t allow her. You nod and offer a small smile, knowing that that’s the best thing you could muster up in the moment. Her eyes traveled between yours and your lips over and over. She licked her lips out of nervousness and tried to see if her actions would be accepted before she leaned forward to close the gap between you two. Just as her ready lips grazed yours, Okoye’s voice screeched and pierced through her earpiece. 

“My Princess! The Royal Palace is underwater!”

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Day 6: Solitary Confinement

@the-three-shits-whump

@andgry4 and @kamryn1963 can vouch for how bad good this one is. :)

Find it at the AO3 link above, or read it below the cut:

Hank was put into solitary confinement in jail. Apparently, since he had defended himself from being killed in gen-pop, he deserved this. They let him loose in a cell with only a toilet, a table and stool (both attached to the floor and wall and made of metal) and a bed. It didn’t even have sheets on it. Just a pillow and a blanket that was sewn into the mattress. They sure made it hard to hang yourself.

Hank was in this cell, alone, for twenty-three hours a day. They would only bring him out for an hour each day to shower, call his lawyer and maybe take a stroll around the cell block. Otherwise, it was back to his hellhole.

The first few nights were okay, but as he slowly realized he had six months left on his sentence, it started to take a toll on him. At first he scream, begging to be let out, especially when the slot in his door opened and a meal was pushed through. He tried to reason with the guards and beg them to let him out. He pleaded. He cried. It took a deep toll on him and his mental state.

That’s when the insomnia started. A few weeks in, Hank laid on the mattress, curled up. He couldn’t sleep. Time passed by so slowly, it felt like days in between every 23rd hour. He thought maybe they were doing it on purpose to torture him more. Rocking back and forth, Hank had had a lot of time to think about how he had gotten himself there. What he would’ve done differently. It all made him sick to his stomach, but moreover, made him sick in the head.

Luckily, his lawyer was able to get him out after two months, but it was too late by then. Hank had already fallen victim to paranoia, anxiety, depression, and had even had some hallucinations while in there. He often had seen Camille, talked with her, and even reached out and touched her. She felt real, despite Hank feeling nothing at all.

When he was allowed out, his lawyer was there to pick him up, asking him where he wanted to go. Hank grunted in reply, thinking for a moment, but shrugging. “Home.”

So, his lawyer drove him home. He went inside, looking around. It looked like someone had been there in the past year, taking care of the house. It wasn’t until someone came in the back door that Hank realized it was true. He walked quickly to the back, glaring at the door to see who had been living in his house.

Trudy Platt and Alvin Olinsky came in. Trudy gasped when she saw Hank, as he had scared her, but she rushed over to hug him, setting the paper bag on the counter. “Hank!” She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “Hank, we had no idea you’d be out so early.”

Hank tensed when Trudy hugged him. He wanted it, he wanted to reciprocate, but couldn’t. He pushed her away, less than gently. “Get off me.”

Al frowned as Trudy stumbled back. “Hank, you alright?”

“Why are you here?”

“We didn’t know you were coming home so early. We were going to make dinner for you. A real, home-cooked meal,” Trudy replied. “We thought you weren’t out until later tonight.”

“Well I’m here,” Hank replied, taking a step back as Al and Trudy stepped forward. “You’re in my house.”

“We’ve been taking care of it,” Al said, putting a hand on Trudy’s back comfortingly. He knew Hank’s behavior was hitting her hard. “So that you had a home to come back to. We knew you’d get out.”

Hank grunted again in reply, looking around, then walking through the house. Everything has been exactly as he left it, albeit, cleaner.

Trudy frowned and looked at Al when Hank walked away and up the stairs. “What the hell is wrong with him?”

“No idea,” Al replied, matching her deep-set frown. “Why don’t you start cooking? I’ll see what I can get out of him.” Trudy nodded and Al followed Hank upstairs. He was standing in his bedroom, looking around. Al walked in behind him, making Hank jump and nearly punch him. “Whoa, hey man, it’s just me,” Al said, backing up with his hands up.

Hank grunted again in reply, looking around the room once more before his eyes settled on Al. “You’re still here.”

“Yeah, man, we’re not leaving you… We��re here to help you, you know, re-integrate. Whatever you need.”

Hank put a hand to his head. He huffed. For some reason, the urge was so strong that he wanted to…

No, Al was his best friend. He couldn’t do that.

Hank walked past Al, bumping his shoulder on the way as he inspected the rest of the upstairs. After being confined to a room half the size of his bedroom, he had no idea what to do with all the space. He enjoyed walking up and down the hall and through the rooms, which he did several times as Al stood at the top of the stairs and watched.

Al sighed. “Hank, what the hell happened to you in there?”

Hank stopped, eyes meeting Al’s, then quickly flickering away. “Jail.”

“Yeah, you were in jail, but what happened inside? They hurt you?”

Hank grunted again, as he wasn’t used to carrying on full conversations with anyone but himself or Camille anymore.

“Hank.”

Hank glanced at Al, then pushed past him and down the stairs as the fragrance of dinner started to waft to him. He did a few laps downstairs, even going outside and taking a few laps around his house, smelling the fresh air mixed with a whiff of dinner every now and again.

Al went downstairs and to the kitchen, frowning. “Trudy, he’s real fucked up.”

“The hell they do to him?”

“I don’t know, but he can’t even carry on a conversation. He just… grunts at me.”

Trudy frowned, stirring the hamburger meat, then covering it for a moment and turning to Al. “He’s freaking me out.”

“Me too, but… we agreed we’d be here for him, you know?”

“Maybe he just needs some space to re-acclimate.” Trudy sighed.

“Maybe, but let’s do dinner, then we’ll give him the night.”

Just then, Hank came back into the kitchen through the back door, eyes landing on Trudy and Al as they both stared at him. He huffed. “What?!” He snapped at them, looking like he was ready to fight.

Trudy looked away, tears coming to her eyes. How could they have hurt Hank this badly in prison? She’d heard bad things about being inside, but whatever they put Hank through made him into an animal.

Al put his hands up. “Hank, we’re not here to fight or to hurt you. We just want to help.”

Hank grunted again, then stalked through the house, looking around until he found a picture of Camille. He relaxed, slowly grabbing it and looking at it, holding it close to him. “Camille,” he mumbled. “I love you.”

Al kept an eye on Hank. His best friend had always been… threatening, but never toward him or Trudy. He was afraid Trudy was going to get hurt, and he would never let that happen. He couldn’t lose another friend. It seemed that Hank was already lost.

They ate dinner in an awkward silence, Hank staring at the picture of his wife, which he’d since set on the table beside him, as if she were there. Al and Trudy talked with their eyes, both agreeing they needed to leave as soon as possible, for their own sanity, despite not wanting to leave Hank alone. They both weighed the options and decided it was better that they left for the night after dinner and the dishes were done. They left some extra food in Hank’s fridge, but after dinner he got up and went to his bedroom without saying a word, taking the picture of Camille with him.

—

The next few days had been the worst for Hank. He had some kind of itch he couldn’t scratch deep in his brain. He took the picture of Camille everywhere around the house, even talking to her when she “appeared.”

In the nighttime, he either didn’t sleep at all, or the nightmares plagued him over and over again, like a repeated slap in the face. He spent his nights screaming or waking up ready to fight. He even kept a large knife beneath his pillow in case the demons came for him. He had to protect Camille.

Alvin and Trudy frequently stopped by and brought over meals or supplies, seeing as they quickly realized Hank never left the house, except to walk a perimeter around it. Hank didn’t talk much to them, and Trudy would never come over alone. Hank scared her too much. Alvin, on the other hand, often came alone. He wasn’t scared of his best friend. He often came and sat with him in silence, seeing as Hank didn’t like to talk. He sometimes prompted Hank, but only got curt responses or simple grunts in reply.

Not too long after Hank was released, Trudy had found out exactly what Hank went through inside - solitary confinement. One night, while Al was with Hank, she decided to go to Molly’s, where she knew Dr. Charles often sat. She had a very interesting chat with him regarding solitary confinement and what it did to a person.

“It could make him aggressive, especially if he feels threatened, and he won’t behave like a normal person. He might talk only to himself, or not at all, or he might talk too much about nothing in particular. It affects everyone differently. Truthfully, there’s no way to know until you find out. Often, it comes with nightmares and some kind of PTSD, along with depression or anxiety. He might want to interact with people, but might not know how. He could also have insomnia and paranoia, or neither. It’s hard to know, but those are some common symptoms.”

Trudy took in all the information, realizing Hank’s behavior made a lot of sense. What she couldn’t figure out was the picture of Camille, but Dr. Charles figured it was some kind of coping mechanism. Trudy thanked him, then went to Hank’s house.

When Trudy knocked, Al got up to answer it, Hank gripping the picture harder, as if someone was going to take it away. Al let Trudy in. He told her that him and Hank had been sitting in silence in front of the TV, with it off. She explained a short run-down of what Dr. Charles had said and about what Hank went through inside.

“Makes sense,” Al replied softly as he hung Trudy’s coat up. “I’d probably end up a similar way if I spent months alone like this.”

“I don’t know how to help him. There’s not much we can really do besides force him into counseling.”

Al sighed. “He’s not going to like that. He doesn’t even like it when I get up without saying something first.”

Trudy hummed, walking over to the living room and sitting beside Hank, though somewhat afraid of him still. “Hey, Hank?” She smiled softly, slowly reaching out to put a hand on his arm.

Hank looked at her, never meeting her eyes, just grunting, trying to shrug her hand off.

“Hey… I found out what happened to you in there… I’m so sorry…” she said, leaning in a little closer to him. “Maybe… Maybe we can find someone who will help you, okay?”

Hank huffed, standing up to get away from her touch. “No.”

“Hank, man,” Al said, looking at him as he stood. “It’ll help you to get back to where you were.”

Hank grunted and pushed past Al, clutching the picture of Camille as he went to the kitchen, getting a yogurt from the fridge. It was familiar. He had yogurt in prison.

Trudy and Al looked at one another, then walked together into the kitchen. Hank had set the picture of Camille on the counter, staring at it as he ate the yogurt. Al walked over and leaned on the counter. “Hank… I know a great doctor who can help you.”

“No,” Hank replied, pulling the picture away and turning to the other side of the counter, propping the picture up on the window.

“Hank…” Trudy said, walking over and putting a hand on his back. “We just want to make you feel better.”

“No!” He cried, flailing his arms to get Trudy off him, accidentally knocking the picture off the sill in the process. It fell into the sink and broke.

Trudy gasped and took some large steps back, Al coming to her side as Hank looked down at the sink, dropping the yogurt and spoon on the floor. “No! Camille!” Hank cried, tears coming to his eyes as he tried to pick up the picture frame, which was shattered. He looked at his wife through the broken glass, his eyes darkening. He reached over as Al tried to comfort Hank.

“We can fix it,” Al said, trying to take the picture from Hank’s hand. “I’ll fix it for you, Hank, I’ll-“ Al was cut off when a butcher’s knife was pushed into his abdomen, looking up at Hank, finally meeting his eyes. There was nothing behind Hank’s eyes but hatred. Blinded fury.

Hank pushed Al back onto the ground, still holding the picture of Camille in his opposite hand, getting on top of him and stabbing him over and over and over again. Trudy screamed, moving quickly toward the front door, but she never made it, as Hank had caught her quickly and tackled her to the ground. “You won’t take her away from me! Nobody will take her away!!” He stabbed Trudy in the back multiple times until she stopped screaming and moving. He got up, panting and grunting, walking back and forth between the two, making sure neither moved again.

—

A few hours later, Dr. Charles, having decided to pay a visit to Hank’s house to asses his condition after talking with Trudy, walked up the stairs. He knocked on Hank’s door. When he didn’t get a response, he knocked again. After knocking a third time, he tried the knob, which was unlocked. The lights were all off, and it was nighttime. “Voight?” He called.

No answer came from inside the house except a low grunt, more of a growl.

[glitchy-npc]

Wip Wednesday ✨

thank you for the tags @darkfire1177 and @ladyshivs! Uhh lets see what I got here.

I got my first draft of my AU Roulette time travel prompt. Was going for an F!Dr. Mortum and unnamed/ungendered Sidestep but fizzled out when my fantasy science didn't sound believable enough askjdl.

aaaand a bit of Argent/Ortega banter meant to take place just after Steps first visit to HQ in Rebirth. I'm waffling on whether I got their voices right, they sound a little too nice/understanding to each other.

Both are short (and rouuugh) but I'll put under a cut anyway

tagging @westealtoys, @autistic-sidestep, @bardicjustice, @ianthedebonair, @silvery-bluish, @punkranger,and anyone else who would like to.

Dr. Mortum removes her glasses and pinches the bridge of her nose as if it could stave off the steadily growing headache. Overworked, not enough sleep, she knows the signs well, but this project is too important to put off for something as frivolous as sleep.  It could change her life. And her love’s as well. All scientific breakthroughs start with a spark of an idea, a dream, right? If someone had asked the good doctor a few weeks ago if she thought time travel was probable she would have laughed in their face. It's a popular subject in science – the fictional kind. And why wouldn’t it be popular? It speaks to a longing in all humans, that if they could just go back in time and fix their mistakes, everything would be better, clearer. But there's a reason it's fiction. The human body is just too fragile. Similar to the effects of long term containment in her gun, compressing a body through space and time is too much of a strain on a living organism’s cells. The body would deteriorate, if the subject didn’t die instantly, it would wish it had. The Void might have come close, their body able to move through pockets of space, but in the end their powers were as dangerous and unstable to themselves as they were to anyone else. Attempts to recreate the Void’s powers had been met with failure after failure. The body is just too fragile. But what about the mind? Human consciousness is far more elastic, mutable, and just recently discovered, not confined to a single body. Her love’s betrayal had stung. Lies buried under sweet kisses and whiskey’d gossip, delivered from a stranger’s lips. The confession was absurd, impossible but in the end it was the only thing that made sense. The doctor couldn’t ignore the proof right in front of her eyes.

-

“Knock, knock.” Lady Argent’s knuckles echo against the metal door frame of Charge’s office. The public one. Electronic door lock politely opening for her because she “asked” so sweetly. Most of the tech in HQ loved her, no one else ever bothered to ask. “Now to what do I owe the pleasure?” Ricardo flashes her a brilliant smile, the effect utterly ruined by the ridiculous half mustache. The stitches on his lip a parting gift from Retribution.  “Thought you could eat.” She tosses a bag of chips at him, caught easily. At least he still has his reflexes, even if he’s as battered and bruised as she’s ever seen him. And still at work. “And you could use the company.” “Aww are you mothering me now? I’m flattered but I already have one mama to fuss over me.” He leans back in his chair, casual and nonchalant, and she pretends not to notice the wince. “Shut up.” Lady Argent drags over a chair, throwing herself down into it and propping her feet up on his desk before delving into her own bag of chips. It’s not enough to sate her little friends but every little bit helps. “Besides that's too big a job for any one woman and you know it.”  “I suppose you're right…” He trails off, uncharacteristically low on banter. That’s new.  ‘You look like shit.” The bluntness of her statement teases a laugh from him at least. “Yeah, feel it too.” Now that's definitely new. No bravado, no returned insult.  “Ugh, next you’re gonna tell you your thinking of retirement.” “Hell no!”  “It's just, everytime something good happens, something worse happens.” “Good? Oh, your little friend-” Argent’s finger quotes are as sharp as blades. “Is back”

[scientistswishingwell]

Thoughts about lichens, extraterrestrial fertilization, and my “leftovers” cookies.

Leftovers Cookies, without the leftovers. Originally made because I had leftover cookie batter from two types of cookies. Now I do it on purpose. Tastes like not being able to decide between cookies and brownies and getting both.

Ingredients:

2 1/4 c. flour

1 tsp baking soda

1 tsp salt

1 c. butter

3/4 c. granulated sugar

3/4 c. packed dark brown sugar

1 1/2 tsp vanilla

2 eggs

2 cups chocolate chips (I find I like to do 1 c. Mini and 1 c. Regular or chocolate chunks but I’m not gonna tell you what to do)

1/2 c. Dutch process cocoa.

Instructions

Mix all the ingredients except the cocoa. Split the dough in half and refrigerate one half. Add the cocoa to the remaining half. Refrigerate the cocoa half. Sorry, but the refrigeration is important. No slacking here. You can make the dough and refrigerate overnight, or make it in the afternoon and have fresh cookies after dinner. But you do gotta wait.

Once the cookie dough has cooled enough to be firm, preheat the oven to 375F. take some of each type of dough and mush them together a little bit into a ball about 1 inch in diameter. Don’t totally mix them. Place on a baking sheet with parchment or some other nonstick element. Bake for 9-11 minutes, depending on how gooey or crispy you like.

If you’re feeling really fancy, dust them with any of the following: coarse ground sea salt, flaked finishing salt, cocoa powder, coarse sugar for sprinkling, etc. If you are someone who likes nuts in your cookies, first of all, why, and second of all, you can use 1 cup of chopped nuts.

Okay, onto my baking thoughts. Hear me out.

Extraterrestrial fertilization, the idea that life originated in some other place in the universe, and was carried to earth by some kind of comet or something, is a really fun idea, but my least favorite theory for a few basic reasons. One, it seems so incredibly unlikely. And two, it really just passes the buck to another planet. How did they get life to pass on to us? It has to have originate somewhere.

That being said, my latest obsession with lichens led me to this hypothesis. It’s a little gushier than the average hypothesis, but I’m hoping you forgive a girl for putting poetry in her science now and then.

Bear with me, and imagine this:

A lichenous body is transported from unfathomable distances away via a meteor, comet, or a bit of exploded planet. It survives this voyage by being nice and cozy within its intergalactic shuttle, just enough so that the following things occur:

1. The organism is *mostly* but not entirely protected by the rocky body it is carried on

2. Since no self-respecting organism would attempt to do anything but keep the metaphorical lights on in this situation, the lichenous body goes into hibernation. This will have to involve an abrupt stop of cellular function, made possible by the freezing vacuum of space, for most of the critter, but enough time for a portion of the organism to create endospores. The endospores function as essentially a little package of nucleic genetic information wrapped up in as much of a bunker as the cell can build before it dies. Best case, the cell body remains intact, making an extra layer of protection for our little nucleic acid package.

2.a. The endospores formed by the cells are bare-bones. Basically, they ONLY have enough information to keep the lights on.

3. The rocky body, by some miracle, crashes into earth. It is solid enough so that it does not burn up entirely on entry, but small enough that it does break up a bit, freeing our extraterrestrial samples. Best case, it lands in the ocean, or some other deep body of water, so that it can cool down a bit.

4. The endospores “hatch” upon reaching a vaguely habitable environment. The endospores develop into bare-bones cells. They no longer know how to cooperate with another organism, but if they could be, they would be grateful for the sacrifice of their interstellar crewmate. Possessing essentially only nucleic acids (probably ssRNA or a precursor), all these cells know is Eat Hot Chip and Replicate.

5. A couple million years later, we have a bunch of cells that have figured out how to do things other than replicate. They have adapted to many environments and now want to start doing cool shit but don’t know how yet. One of the cells engulfs a smaller cells and saves it for later, in a membrane pocket. The big cell forgets about the tiny cell, and the tiny cell continues doing its own thing. The tiny cell realizes this is kind of cool, being protected, and starts sharing with the big cell. The big cell appreciates this, and decides not to eat the little cell. It even gives the little cell some extra generic information, just to hold on to. An ancient, evolutionary memory is unlocked of cooperation for the sake of not just surviving, but thriving.

6. The world’s first eukaryotic cell replicates. Mitochondria and chloroplasts are born, and those without them figure out other ways to cooperate to build micro communities. Micro communities become organisms, or blobs of goo, or microbial mats, or gardens. The cells all remember what they used to be before they got here.

[himbo-in-limbo]

“The newcomer”

Tw kidnapping, gore, violence, intimidation,death,Blood

Yautja!Raian x Y/N the servant! (Gender neutral reader) //Chapter 1// guess I’m making more than one 💀

You don't know what god you might have pissed off to wind up like this...but surely no punishment could have ever warranted this!

All of your life you were treated like scum of the universe...being dragged off one space ship to another. Oh the horrors you've witnessed...

At this point you've become so numb the only feelings you had left were fear...and even that was starting to slip away as you started embracing the thought of the afterlife...

I mean hey, it can't be worse than this right?

Well...I guess you spoke to soon as your current prison

I mean ship was under attack...again...but this time things were looking really bad.. so bad in fact everyone just dipped and decided to abandon ship

There were limited escape pods and seeing how desperate everyone was already fighting for the rights to one you instantly gave up the idea of landing a seat in one...

So you just crawled under your bed and decided to wait for death to come knocking on your door...

Well there was definitely loud knocking and crashing sounds now...ohh lots of screaming too...ohh this was way to much so you just covered your ears and prayed it'll all end soon...

Eventually things got real quite, all those insane noises you heard were replaced by blaring alarms that rang throughout the ship...

No mop could ever hope to clean the bloody mess that laid out before you... skinless body's hanging.. everywhere...organs strewn about...the halls were just filled with blood...it was a total gore fest...

You cupped your mouth to stop yourself from gagging...ough the smell...you were very cautious when making your way to the escape room.. however...it looked like nobody was even able to take one... everyone was dead... EVERYONE...

Not that you had any family to begin with here but...who could have killed them all?! And so damn fast!!!

[a deep growling could be heard]...oh you didn't want to turn around...and you wouldn't have had the chance to, because before you knew it

Something grabbed your neck from behind.

[you screamed in terror of the being that was lifting you with such ease] it's like you weighed nothing to them!! Their hold on you was firm, there was no hope in escaping. And they knew that.

The alien was massive... easily 7-8 feet tall..you could feel how high off the ground you were! It began to inspect you and it made you face him. His skin was as pale as the moon, but at the moment they were drenched in so much blood...you now know who was doing all of the killing.

They began to speak...[HAHAH!!.. Thinking you could escape from me?! Piglet?!] Tears began to swell up but aside from the initial jump scare...you didn't protest much...you just kinda accepted the fact that this is where it'd all end...

The alien began to tilt his head in confusion..[Hah? Your not squirming as much as the others were?... we'll aren't you a brave one 🖤] he began to click in curiosity...

"Yautja!Raian...stop messing with the ooman that isn't our target...these beings are fragile you know..[another alien spoke] this Yautja!Raian fellow growled in response [Feh...] He loosened his grip and you fell hard to the floor gasping for air...you hadn't realized how much you were struggling to breathe

[If there's nothing more for me to fight here then I'm leaving] the burly looking alien stomped away while you were left behind with the other one..

Keep in mind you have absolutely no idea what they were saying...the only thing you could make out was that they were arguing and some how you were chosen to be spared???...you still think you were being punished by a god somehow...

Well the next thing you knew you felt something hit the back of your head and you blacked out...

You slowly woke up to a padded floor...way more softer than your old cell

I mean room, and very quickly you realized something was different with your attire...

Your ears, your neck, your ankles...they all had... jewelry?! Oof the neck piece was a tad bit heavy...ohhh no it's not coming off...and neither was the rest...

As a matter of fact your entire wardrobe was changed!! You were dressed in a white gown [in however manner suits your style] you started to take things slow and analyze your surroundings..

Then you heard a voice..."your the new one aren't you?" You quickly turned around to see other humans next to you! "We didn't want to scare you so we waited until you saw us.." they appeared to have the same jewelry as you....

"don't bother trying to take these off.. their tracking collars to make sure we don't escape..."

Oh good lord...you saw that they were at least 10 other humans with you..and you immediately began to ask questions about anything and everything...

"Were being kept as servants...if you do as your told….there not so bad…but don’t take their lack of aggression for granted!!! If you try to fight them THEY CAN AND WILL KILL YOU!!”

“So if you care about living just do as your told!"

Well you weren't going to protest against that...not like you had much combat experience anyways...

"So is no one going to tell them who their new master will be?" ……..

Huh? Why did everyone go silent? Why did they look so scared all of a sudden?

eventually you’d soon find out why…

[pocket-sized-nightmare]

this is my fic for day two of @mcyt-yuri-week! today's prompt is "royalty"

Rescuing the kidnapped rulers is not going well.

Gem would like to say that it isn’t going according to plan, but she knows there was never a plan in the first place. As much as she loves Jimmy, and as glad as she is that Scott and Jimmy are getting their cute little gay reunion, she wishes he’d brought backup. fWhip, maybe, or maybe Pearl. Definitely Pearl. She just wants to see Pearl again.

Jimmy finishes breaking down the door to Scott’s cell. Scott stumbles to his feet. “Oh, void. Oh, void…”

Jimmy turns to the other cell. “Alright, Gem. Your turn.”

He taps at the bars around the door a few times, slams his pickaxe against the heavy metal door, then—

Footsteps echo from overhead.

“I hear someone down there!” Joey calls in a singsong voice. “I’m on my way!”

“We’re running out of time.” Scott clings to Jimmy, shaking like a leaf. “You have to get out of here.”

Jimmy looks at Gem with tears in his eyes. “I have an ender pearl in stasis at the Ocean Empire. I’ve told Lizzie to drop it on my signal, but I…” He can barely get the words out. “I can only take one.”

Scott looks at Jimmy. Jimmy looks at Scott. Both of them look at Gem.

“Go,” Gem whispers.

Jimmy sends a message to Lizzie, then wraps his arms around Scott. As the ender pearl drops, Scott forces himself to look away from his imprisoned companion.

Gem stares at the wreckage — bent bars, a broken metal door, and an open chest in disarray. There’s no denying what just happened.

Sausage and Joey make it down the ladder and stare at the unlocked cell. Gem can see the fury in their eyes before they even say a word. She crawls to the back corner of the cell and curls up in a ball in a hopeless attempt to shield herself from their attacks.

Sausage stalks towards her. “So he got out, did he?”

Gem nods. Tears pour down her face.

Sausage points his staff at her, prepared for another attack. “You let him escape. And you’re going to tell us everything.”

---

Everyone is understandably furious about this.

fWhip is on the verge of snapping and screaming at anyone he comes across. Shrub blinks back tears every time the subject comes up. Jimmy and Katherine spend all their energy caring for Scott and refuse to think about anything else.

The only person who hasn’t broken yet is Pearl.

None of the other rulers know that Gem is her partner. Neither of them talk much about it — they go on midnight picnics to stargaze, build the community garden behind Pearl’s castle together, and fall asleep in each other’s arms when the world feels safe enough for them to let their guard down, but that happens less and less often lately, and Gem has never liked being open about her emotions anyway. The moment Scott and Gem disappeared, Pearl took a page out of Gem’s book — both metaphorical and physical. She withdrew to her room, researched search-party spells and telepathic links for hours, and cared for Gem’s pets. When Jimmy returned with Scott and not Gem, Pearl knew everything before he could even say a word. The final puzzle piece of her plan fell into place then and there.

Pearl’s plan is simpler than anything the other rulers have come up with. In a way, that’s her cover. Xornoth’s minions are expecting big, flashy fireworks and chaos. They’ll be on the lookout for the hissing of fWhip’s explosives or the howls of Shrub’s wolves.

They will not look for PearlescentMoon crossing the border to Mythland under cover of invisibility.

She makes it all the way to Sausage’s castle without anyone batting an eyelash. The door is locked, but a window just above the door isn’t, so she climbs a nearby vine and cautiously slips through it. If she’s remembering Jimmy’s instructions clearly, there should be a ladder just below her, and then the cells are underneath that. Gem must be nearby.

It’s too quiet. Gem’s too quiet. Gem is never that quiet.

“Please, Gem,” Pearl whispers under her breath. “Please don’t be dead.”

She ties up her dress so it won’t get in the way, then opens the hidden trapdoor and sneaks into the basement.

The basement isn’t deep underground, but every step feels like an eternity. The unbearable smell of mold and dust overwhelms Pearl. She shivers with a cold ache that feels almost otherworldly. She has to get Gem out of there. She takes another step down the ladder, then another, faster and faster, when—

The ladder creaks.

From below, Gem gasps and scrambles to the back corner of her cell. “No, stop… I’ll give you anything you want, just not the dragon egg… please, just don’t hurt me…”

Pearl blinks back tears at the sight, but she forces herself to stay silent. One wrong move could doom them both.

She steps softly to the ground, walks over to an overstuffed chest, and gathers Gem’s items. She can’t carry everything, but she makes sure that Gem’s armor, tools, potions, and staff end up in her pockets.

Gem stares at the open chest. “I’m going crazy. I’m losing my mind. Please stop, just leave me alone…”

Pearl can’t stand to be silent anymore. She takes out a bucket of milk and drinks it, letting the invisibility spell fall away. “Don’t worry. It’s me.”

Gem stays curled up against the wall. Her eyes widen. “Pearl?”

“Oh, gemstone…” Pearl cautiously steps closer to the cell. “It’ll be alright. I’m gonna get you out of here.”

Gem breaks down sobbing.

Pearl lets her own tears fall. “I’ve got your stuff here. I’m gonna hand it through the bars, okay? Then I’ll break you out.”

Gem nods, still crying too hard to speak.

Pearl hands Gem’s items to her one by one. Gem equips her armor faster than Pearl’s ever seen before and holds her staff close to her chest for comfort. “Thank you,” Gem whispers.

“Of course.” Pearl turns her attention to the cell itself. Her heart drops. “Oh, my void. There’s no door…”

“They took it away after Scott escaped.” Gem holds her staff tighter. “They didn’t want me getting out too.”

“Gem, that was two days ago!” Pearl sits down next to the cell and reaches between the bars to take Gem’s hand. “No one’s come down for you since then?”

Gem squeezes Pearl’s hand so tightly that her fingers turn white. “No, they’ve come down. They can…” Her voice breaks. “They can still cast spells through the bars.”

Gem’s broken expression shatters Pearl’s heart. “Oh, love,” she whispers. “I’m here now. It’s going to be alright.”

Gem starts to cry again. “Pearl, help me…” “I’m here to help. Don’t you worry.” Pearl takes out a pickaxe and cautiously taps at the bars. “I’ve got to do this as quietly as possible. Sorry it’s so slow.”

“Take your time.” Gem slowly uncurls and moves away from the corner.

With a loud clang, Pearl manages to snap two of the bars off the wall. She slips through the gap and kneels down next to Gem, making a point not to look too carefully at her. Not yet. She needs to get Gem out of there first. She can’t afford to stop for anything, no matter how much it hurts her to see Gem like this. “I’ve got invisibility potions. If I’ve done it right, we should be able to see each other, but no one else can see us. I’ll break through the wall, and–“

“We’ll be seen.” Gem leans on her staff as she struggles to her feet. “We need to teleport.”

“Gem, it’ll kill you.”

Gem ignores her. “I can get us as far as the castle gate.”

Pearl sighs. She knows her partner well – when Gem makes up her mind about something, there’s no talking her out of it. “Fine, but you have to conserve your power. I’m not letting you die halfway to safety because you overdid it. I’ll take you back to my empire, and we’ll get you fixed up.” 

She hands Gem a bottle of a purplish-gray potion. Gem drinks it and makes a face. “You’ve really got to work on your recipe.”

“Hey, I’m trying to save your life here,” Pearl chuckles. “Give me a break.”

Gem lets herself laugh. “Of course. But when you drink it, I think I’ll be proven right.”

“Oh, come on, I had one from a different batch earlier. It’s not that bad.” Pearl chugs her potion… and fails to hide her disgusted expression. “Never mind. That’s horrible.”

Gem smirks. “Told you so.”

She’s interrupted by a voice from above the cell. “Don’t tell me we have another intruder.”

“We’ll take care of them this time,” another voice says. Pearl recognizes the voice as Sausage. “She’s not getting away from us.”

Gem freezes in panic. “Pearl, they’re coming. They’re gonna find us.”

Pearl slams the bars back into place. “Gem, breathe. If you’re gonna teleport us, you have to do it now.”

Gem takes a deep breath. “Hold onto me.”

Pearl puts an arm around Gem’s shoulders. Gem closes her eyes, holds the staff out in front of her, and whispers something Pearl can’t hear. With a flash of purple light, the two vanish from the cell.

The spell works perfectly. Gem and Pearl land just outside the castle gates, and judging by the lack of odd looks around them, the invisibility potions are still working their magic. They’ve made it out. “You did it,” Pearl whispers.

Gem leans her whole body weight onto her staff, then collapses to the grass. “Pearl, I can’t…” she murmurs weakly. “I can’t walk. I don’t know what to do…”

Pearl’s voice is soft and kind. “I’ve got you. It’s alright.” 

She lifts Gem into her arms with ease. Gem wraps her arms around Pearl’s neck and clings to her for dear life.

“Just hold on, my love,” Pearl whispers as she carries Gem through Mythland. “You’re gonna be alright. I’m getting you out of here.”

When they cross the border into Gilded Helianthia, the air itself seems to get lighter. Pearl hadn’t realized how corrupted Mythland has become until that moment. She has to figure out a way to heal it. No one else will get hurt — she’ll make sure of it.

“Pearl?” Gem clings tighter to Pearl as the kingdom’s golden buildings come into view. “I don’t want to be seen like this. Don’t let me be seen like this…”

“It’s alright. The invisibility spell should hold for a few minutes more.” Pearl rubs Gem’s back, hoping the gesture is comforting and not painful. “No one will see you until you’re ready.”

Gem takes a shuddery breath. “Okay. Okay, that’s… that’s fine. I just��� it’s just…”

The castle appears in their vision. Pearl whispers to Gem, “Just what?”

Gem closes her eyes and tries to hide her tears. “I don’t want to die…”

“Oh, starlight…” Pearl blinks back tears of her own. “I won’t let you. You’re going to be alright. I promise.”

Gem buries her head in Pearl’s shoulder and lets herself cry. “Can we go inside?”

“Of course, my love.” Pearl keeps Gem wrapped safely in her arms as she enters the castle. “Of course.”

---

Pearl’s mind whirls as she carries Gem up to her bedroom and lays her down on the bed. Void, she’s tired. She hasn’t had a good night of sleep since Gem and Scott went missing. She can hardly imagine how Gem feels.

Gem curls in on herself with a pained wince. “Pearl, what do we do?”

“Just try to relax,” Pearl says as she types something into her communicator. “I have to tell the others that you’re safe so they stop worrying. I can tell them you don’t want to see them at the moment, if you’d like.”

“Mhm,” Gem mutters. “Do that. But what about…”

Pearl sighs. “I have Joey blocked at the moment.” After a pause, she adds, “And Sausage, too.”

“Okay. Fine. Send it.” Gem curls further into herself. “But they can’t see me like this.”

“Of course not.” Pearl types a few more words.

<PearlescentMoon> I have Gem

<PearlescentMoon> She’s safe and recovering in my empire

<PearlescentMoon> She’s requested no visitors right now but I’ll let you know when she’s ready

Dozens of messages ping in at once, but Pearl ignores them and puts her communicator down. Her partner is more important. As she sits down on the side of the bed, Pearl finally lets herself take a good look at Gem for the first time.

Gem’s braid is messy and full of dirt. One of her antlers is snapped in half. She’s covered in deep cuts and bruises, and there are dark circles under her eyes that make it clear she hasn’t slept in days. Her skin is pale and dry. Pearl chokes back a sob. “Oh, no, gemstone, I’m so sorry…”

Gem takes shuddery breaths as she tries to calm herself down. “No, it’s… it’s alright. You got me out. That’s enough…”

Pearl opens a green shulker box on the shelf and takes out bandages and healing potions. Gem stares in amazement. “You had that prepared for me?”

“Gem, you have to get used to people loving you,” Pearl says bluntly. “Did you really think I was going to drop you at the edge of my empire and leave?”

“Good point,” Gem murmurs, clinging to consciousness. She sighs. “Help me?”

“Of course.” Pearl hands her a healing potion. “Drink this.”

Gem chugs the bottle in seconds. She hums peacefully as the potion takes effect, filling her with warmth and comfort from the inside out.

“Okay. Now here, let me…” Pearl gently bandages Gem’s wounds one at a time. Bit by bit, Gem lets herself relax.

Pearl finishes by filing down the sharp end of Gem’s broken antler, then helps her to her feet. “I’m gonna wash your hair now, alright?”

“Okay…” Gem allows Pearl to lead her into the bathroom. She sits down in front of the sink and undoes her tangled braid. 

Pearl realizes it’s the first time she’s ever seen Gem with her hair down. She wishes it could’ve come at any other time, so she could sit and admire Gem’s beauty instead of worrying for Gem’s safety. “Here, tilt your head back. I’ve got you.”

Gem closes her eyes as Pearl gently washes her hair, combing out all the tangles and dirt. It occurs to her that the gentle touch is the most physical affection she’s received in weeks. When Pearl finishes washing Gem’s hair and takes her hands away from Gem’s head, Gem feels involuntary tears prick at her eyes again.

Pearl returns with a ribbon and ties Gem’s hair back into a braid, then notices that Gem is crying. “What’s happening, gemstone?”

Gem just sobs.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s gonna be alright.” Pearl helps Gem to her feet again, then wraps her in a hug and helps her stumble back into the bedroom. “You need your rest, alright? You’ve been through so much.”

Gem falls onto the bed and allows Pearl to tuck her in. Her breath speeds up I’ll m as she fights her instinct to cling to wakefulness. “I… I can’t… I…” She blinks back another wave of tears. Finally, she manages to form a single word as she grabs Pearl’s wrist. “Stay?”

“Always, my love.” Pearl sits down on the bed.

Gem pulls her closer until Pearl is lying down beside her, then curls up in her arms. “Thank you, sunflower. For everything.”

“Of course.” Pearl kisses Gem on the forehead. “We got you back, and we’ll never let them take you again. I’ll make sure of it.”

“I love you,” Gem murmurs.

“I love you too,” Pearl whispers back. “Sleep well, starlight.”

Gem’s eyes close again, and she slips into the first restful sleep she’s had in months. Pearl stays by her side.

The world might be broken, but they will keep each other safe.

[phoenixstark1708]

the daughter of an archangel

chapter 1

sooo..... this is my backstory in my marvel DR, major trigger warnings, this also crosses over into supernatural later, but i havent even written that yet.

trigger warnings: abuse, torture, blood, death, fucked up timeline, etc.

pairings: later will be sam/dean winchester, and even later will be bucky,

in this, endgame/inf war doesnt happen, i took plenty of creative liberties.

summary: (this is written in first-person) phoenix is a girl who was created by the nazi organization HYDRA, and she meets the winter soldier on a mission, i cant say much more without spoiling future chapters. will try to proofread but no promises.

word count: 2,654/10,649 - that ive written so far.

change of POV's will be indicated

“Get up you stupid pig!” the guard said, in a thick Russian accent, banging the cell door with his truncheon. He shone a flashlight in my eyes, making them burn from the lack of light for the past two days. I stretched out my sore muscles, wincing from the scabbed-over cuts all over my body. After days of no contact with anyone, just me and the cold, dark cell. Somehow being dragged away for training almost feels like a blessing. I stood and allowed him to cuff me. at this point, I know the drill. “so, Angel, how was your weekend?” He asked while holding my shoulder, guiding me out of the cell – the only place I’ve known as home for my whole life – literally. I was born in the damned bullpen. My mother died during birth, I guess having twins really had her beat.

On the way to the hell chamber – sorry, training room - I saw him, I saw Benjamin. For the first time in weeks, I saw my twin. He looked rough. Probably just had a sparring sesh with one of the winter soldiers. he’s always been smaller than me, But there was something different. he seemed especially weak. I haven’t eaten anything in what I assume has been around 4 days. He probably hasn’t either. They were always doing this, trying to weed out the weaker members. Its grim, but I knew he would die soon. It was clear that I was stronger, and if it came down to it, I would kill him without a second thought. After all, that’s how I was trained. I was bred, raised, and trained to be ruthless. And that is the only reason that I am still alive. HYDRA has no room for error.

As I walked into the training room, I saw the winter soldier, long, brunette hair, with a metal arm. The only time ive ever seen him is in cryo-sleep, he looked so peaceful, so harmless. The man standing before me was soemthing different entirely. His eyes were blue as ice, and just as cold. He looked right through me, almost like a drone. “this is her first mission. You will be supervising her.” he hands the man with a metal arm a file containing four pictures of senator james martin, whos been a public neusence for hydra for a while. The winter soldier grabbed me by the arm and dragged me through the door.

It was a quiet drive on the Harley, at the moment, we were just n full assassin gear. My small arms were wrapped around his waist, making him clearly tense up. His metal arm was glinting in the moonlight as we pulled into a nearby parking garage, a birdseye view of the gathering senator martin. “I will stay up here while you go inside. As many casualties as possible. No survivors.” He said gruffly, setting up the rifle. “They won’t let me in. I’m wearing a costume.” I said, my voice gravelly from days of no use. He glanced down at me for the first time, and gazed at me for a moment, before pulling out a T-shirt that had the senators face on it, and a pair of grey sweatpants. “Change into these, keep your weapons concealed until my signal.” I quickly stripped. he turned away, giving me privacy. I was more then used to being watched, so this was surprising. I fixed the too-large clothes, and looked harmless. Instead of looking like an eight-year-old assassin, I looked like a normal kid.

There was something in the winter soldier’s eyes that I didn’t recognise, almost like affection. I walked down the stairs of the parking garage, feeling his eyes on me the whole way. Slowly, I crossed the street, nearly getting hit by a truck that I didn’t know to look for. As I made my way to the entrance of the granite building, I noticed trucks outside, like the kind I saw at my home, - armoured trucks. I, of course thought this was normal. “Careful, there are hostiles in the building. Captain America and the black widow are protecting the target.” His voice came through my earpiece. “I don’t know who they are” I whispered back. “You will. They won’t want to hurt you, use that to your advantage.” And with that, he went radio silent.

As I walked barefoot through the large doors, I spotted a woman in a similar outfit to what I wear, only without the red skull. She spotted me immediately, and I tried to disappear through the crowd. I was unsuccessful. A man in a red, white, and blue uniform grabbed my arm gently, holding a shield in his other hand. “Who are you kid?” He peered down at me “I’m here to see my daddy.” I said, feigning panic. I pulled my arm out of his grasp and ran toward a random man, tugging on his shirt. Shield guy turned away before he could see the man push me away. I stayed by him, trying to convince the people that he was my father. I got a little turned around, when a perverted looking man grabbed my wrist “hey sweetheart. You’re gonna come with me now.” He said, his voice just as weird as him. The man in the jumpsuit put his hand on his shoulder “why dontcha leave the girl alone pal.” He dragged him away.

Just then, his signal came, by shooting the senator in the gut, taking him down. The panic set in immediately. People running around screaming like headless chickens. The man with the metal arm burst through the door, sealing off the only accesable exit. I grabbed the first person I saw, they just happened to be the senators daughter. She couldn’t have been more then seventeen; I snapped her neck. I unfurled my wings and tripped some old man with them. I stabbed him in his corroded artery, a fatal blow. Killing got easier the more I did it.

The fight went on like this for a while, until the red-haired woman pushed me to the ground “stay down kid.” seeing me pinned down, the man i was on the mission with began to make his way over to me. I waved my hand, and the woman went flying, hitting the wall with a thud. Oh yea, something I forgot to mention; I'm not a normal person. In addition to having my DNA spliced with the peregrine falcon, giving me wings, and the ability to fly, I was also experimented on with energy from the soul stone, one of the six infinity stones. Ergo, I had ‘powers’. The winter soldier stared at me, shocked, his brief moment of distraction caused him to get a wooden chair to the head. He shot the dude that hit him.

The man in the flag costume, and the woman ran. Smart. Tactical retreat. I ran to every person I saw, and killed as many as I could. Once we were sure that there were no more targets, the winter soldier grabbed me, and threw me on the motorcycle behind him.

We stopped at a motel that charged by the hour… if that tells you anything. “we will stay here for a while. You need to get clean, I know that the hoses hurt.” he said, a hint of compassion in his voice. Hes right. They used fire hoses to ‘clean up’ whenever any of us got dirty. I walked into the bathroom and stripped. I didn’t close the door, because I assumed I wasn’t allowed to. I didn’t know how to use the shower so I just sort of stared at it, waiting for it to turn on. The man walked in, turned the handle of the shower, and left. I jumped when water started to spurt out of the faucet. I stepped into the water slowly, gauging the temperature before completely immersing myself into it. My muscles involuntarily relaxed at the sensation of the warm water. I began rubbing the dirt off of my limbs when the winter soldier walked in.

He didn’t look at me, but made a damp washcloth and started cleaning his wounds. They were worse then I assumed, and I coudnt help but observe him while washing the rest of the dirt off of my body. I only sustained minor cuts and bruises in the fight, but he had deep lacerations on his face, presumably from the chair. I stepped out of the shower and stood there, a towering three-foot-seven-inches, short for my age. He glanced at me and handed me a towel while dabbing his wounds “whats this for?” I asked “dry yourself. They will notice our absence if were not back soon.” so, I dried myself off, and put on my uniform, running my fingers over the red skull with tentacles, like a squid. I giggled, imaging it wiggling its tentacles.

Bucky

The little girl was looking at her uniform, giggling. For a moment I thought of two young girls in brooklyn. I was a teenager with sisters… what? No, I wasn’t. I am a weapon for hydra. Whats going on? I was steadily bleeding from the prick who hit me with a chair, we needed to get back to base. She suddenly looked up at me, concern evident in her sweet, blue eyes. “are- are you okay? You're bleeding,” she frowned. “Let me help you. I can make people feel better.” I skeptically sat on a bed near where she was standing. She slowly reached over to me; I shied away when her hand got close to my wound, remembering the various punishments I've had over the years. I am a wild animal. I need to be controlled. She looked into my eyes, the child-like glimmer long gone. It's unfair; all children should have that. No. She is not a child; she is a weapon. That’s it- like me. She gently laid her small hand on my head near the cut. All of the sudden her eyes started glowing, a certain gold color I'd never seen before. Her hands began glowing the same, and my head started tingling.

I immediately felt better. I can't explain it, but she somehow lodged herself into my memory, unintentionally. And I knew I would never forget her. She looked at me worried, noting the glazed look in my eyes. “are you alright? I'm sorry if I hurt yo-” I cut her off “My name is Bucky,” I blurted out; I had no idea where that came from. “You need to call me Winter, or ‘the winter soldier’, otherwise they’ll kill us both” she looked at me confused and alarmed “okay… I will” “we need to go back.” so I took her small hand, gently, and led her to the HYDRA-issued motorcycle we came here on. The drive back to base was cold. I could feel it in my bones. I couldn’t help but wish I could help her warm up. I didn’t know what I was feeling, but I knew HYDRA wouldn’t like it. I am a machine. Not a man.

I rode up to the gate “солдат?” soldier? “миссия успешна. приветствую гидру.” mission successful. hail hydra. The gate opened, and we rode into the garage. She was immediately ripped off the back of the bike and dragged away. “you are late. The camera in your suit shows you made a ‘pit stop’. She had an effect on you. You will both be heavily punished for this.” no. I practically jumped off the bike. I grabbed the mans neck and snapped it before being sedated. The last thing I heard before I got knocked out was “well, after we make them watch, we’ll have to wipe him again.” I woke up strapped to a modified autopsy table. Modified so I was reclined enough so that I had a clear view of the girl. And she had a clear view of me. One of the doctors walked in with an array of surgical instruments “doctor- sorry- creator! Thank goodness! I was scared we were taken by the bad people!” the little girls face lit up with relief. The doctor sighed and placed his kit on a surgical tray, the knives clattering against the cold steel. “child, птичий урод.” bird-freak “you have been very bad. And you know what happens to bad children.” he put on surgical gloves, and picked up a Sickle Probe, the device that dentists use. He walked toward her slowly “creator, im sorry! It was a mistake! Please. Im sorry” she cried out. however, she didn’t struggle against the restraints. “it is too late to apologise freak. You will be punished.” “yes sir.” she slumped against the autopsy table, keeping her fear-filled eyes on the doctor. He walked up to her small body, and turned off the magnetic cuff, allowing her arm to fall. The monster grabbed her arm, and stuck the hook of the sickle probe into the inside of her elbow. She began silently crying from the pain, blood slowly dribbling from the wound. He slowly dragged the hook down her arm, toward her wrist, tearing her skin. The blood was flowing heavily now, and he was trying to stifle her cries. After reaching her wrist, he put the probe down and picked up a rusty razorblade.

He moved to her chest, and drug the blade down her sternum, and to her lower stomache. She was crying freely now. “heal yourself.” she did as she was told, her eyes glowing gold, and the wounds shimmering as they healed instantly. He grabbed a klein tool – essentially a broader pliers. He walked to her bare feet, and clamped down on her small toe. He bent it to a sickening angle, causing the bone to snap with a disturbing CRACK. She screamed. He used the wire-clipping part of the klein tool to cut off a patch or skin on her foot. He grabbed a knife, and made slow, deep, and deliberate cuts all over her body. After nearly an hour, he decided hed had enough of that. he only reason she was still alive was because she wasn’t fully human – she couldn’t have been. “heal. Now. Not your foot though. You will deal with that.” she did as she was told. She was exhausted. She collapsed against the table before he shocked her with a set of jumper cables rigged up to a car battery. While watching this, I struggled against the restraints so much, my wrist began to bleed. Every time I screamed for them to let her go, my restraints would get an electrical charge. I was muzzled like a dog. Reminding me that I am no better then one. I am one. She screamed every time he cut her, shocked her, stabbed her, or tore the skin off her flesh. When she screamed, the building would shake. Not figuratively either.

She was clearly more powerful than she could see. She could easily kill him, she could kill everyone in this god forsaken building. HYDRA had control over her mind. But not in the same way as they had mine. They beat her down, made her feel powerless, made her think wrong is right, and right is wrong. I have to get her out of here. The doctor made his way over to me “judging by your reaction, she made an imprint on you. Well, time to forget her!” he said, laughing malevolently. “no! You cant-” I was cut off by a blow to my temple. They dragged me to the Memory Suppressing Machine. A white hot pain ripped through me. I couldn’t remember the mission, but I could remember a girl. A sweet, young girl. I knew I should protect her. As far as they're concerned, I don’t remember a thing. “Желание. Семнадцать. Ржавый. Рассвет. Печь. Девять. Добросердечный. Возвращение на родину. Один. Товарный вагон” my trigger words.

let me know if you wanna be tagged in pt2

[beast-towers]

Further in the facility, in a lonely cell housed a woman. Sitting in a corner as her legs hid her head; one of her sleeves was ripped and now partially covered in some bandages, due to being injected with the Joy Serum.

Feeling physically sick and her mind spinning into confusion, a false happiness trying to claw its way in. Yet she is very resistant to not give these people the satisfaction of seeing her joining them or cracking with a twisted smile. All she can do is try to sleep it off to let the serum pass, but there was one thought that’s keeping her mind anchored… her sons.

Tears began to form as she thought about the twins. Are my boys okay? Are they truly safe? Did these monsters also went after them?… so many thoughts flooded her mind; only to finally snap out of her thought as a soft male voice echoed.

“Are you okay?…” He asked. Causing the woman to look up to the window of her cell wall to meet a man. “They didn’t bring you to those other sections, didn’t they?”

“I’m… okay, just very exhausted. No… I think? All I do remember was when they tried to held me down in here to inject me with… whatever they had… I’m still feeling very lightheaded from it…” She responded, feeling somewhat relieved she isn’t the only one here… what ever here was. “Do you know where we are?… I was with my sons when we wanted to ride on a roller coaster, but I couldn’t get on due the ride being full…”

“We are in the Sanctuary. If I remember correctly, that’s what they called it… it’s rubbed by an organization named, The Ministry of Joy… more like the Ministry of Hell.” The man huffed out with anger. Yet he calms himself as he looked over to the woman again. “I do apologize for not introducing myself. My name is Alden Belle, I’ve been investigating the disappearances that the Ministry took part. I’ve … never imagined a theme park held a dark secret….”

“A pleasure to meet you, Alden. My name is Nicole Alonso, funny enough I’m also in that department branch…” Nicole spoke, yet Alden noticed a surprised look on her face.. “This place… they kidnapped people…? But why?…” She thought until hearing Alden’s voice again.

“Have you also received reports of people disappearing in the United Kingdom?” He asked, which made Nicole look to the side.

“Yes. I’ve tried to research before I had to take a break and I left to be.. here. I passed on the case to my colleagues back home..” She sighs with a truthful shame. She wasn’t the only one who also took on the investigation; others tried everything in their power to find them… but no one succeeded.

Now silence filled the room for the two, until Alden perked up again. “It’s… not your fault. I can tell you wanted to help… of course you do need your time to be mentally prepared. We can move on from that for now. I do remember you saying you have sons, how old are they?”

“They’re both eighteen. My twin boys… Thomas and Tobias. My Rock-N-Roll stars.” Nicole softly chuckled, as a warm motherly smile formed. “Their father taught them to play the guitar and drums when they were young, and now they use their musical passion to remember their father. What about you? Do you have children?”

Alden smiled softly upon hearing Nicole talk about her sons. “Living stars in the making. And I do! Her name is Eleanor, a very clever girl. She’s trying to learn how to be an investigator like myself, but I feel like her mother taught her very well puzzle solving skills.” He softly chuckled, but a small itch of realization hits him. Now unsure if it’s a good idea to ask her about her husband.

“Do you believe this god forsaken place is now trying to find our children? Making sure to… leave no trace behind?” Alden asked with worry, causing the woman to huff up.

“If they do I will rip this place into pieces! I… already lost someone important to me. I will fight to the bitter end to make sure my sons are safe… they’ve done everything for me… I can’t lose them…” Nicole hissed protectively, yet a sense of sorrow began to emerge as tears formed.

“We’re not. And we’re not going to let them.” Alden gave a determined look. “I have a plan. I’ve been studying their time visit to… well that. One comes in while the other wait or guard, if we pretend that we’re sick, we can team up to fight them off and make a break for it.”

“As long they’re not in a big group, I’ll do it.” Nicole lay here head on her arms, looking very tired. “Thank you, Alden… I’m honestly glad you are here to talk… I needed that.”

“Same here Nicole… please rest as you can. We will find our freedom…” Alden said, as he sat back down to watch while Nicole rests. As soon as Nicole fell asleep, Alden began to whisper softly, “Mary… please watch over us and Eleanor… I pray to god she is safe… especially Nicole’s sons… Please continue to give us strength to fight back…”

To be continued…

[good-beanswrites]

...*comes waltzing back through the revolving door* hhi. hi im back 🥺 I heard you were still open for drabble prompt requests so uhhhhh *slides my request across the table* here you go! 👉👈 (btw I am eating well tonight with all of these drabble fics omg thank you for writing these!!)

33. Wedding + Kazui

Hiii you're back!! :D Thank you so much, this had so many interesting possibilities ough... I ended up going with a convo with Mahiru (I hope you don't mind a second Mappi drabble lmao) as he reminisces about his past. Go vote your sad wet cat innocent today 👍

A hand darted out to grab Kazui’s wrist. Mahiru’s voice was weak.

“Can you stay? Shidou is going to be a minute. I don't want to be alone.”

Kazui was supposed to come in, drop something off, and return back to his cell quickly. He didn’t know how to comfort someone like Mahiru in general, nor did he know what to say after all that had happened. He hated the idea of seeing her like this when he was the one who hadn’t reached her in time. He really didn’t want to stay.

“I’d love to.”

He sat beside her, trying to make himself comfortable on the cool cell floor. 

She retracted her hand. “Thank you.”

Before Kazui could even wonder what a young woman like her would want to talk about, she whispered, “can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if it makes you upset.”

He was already regretting his decision. “Go ahead.”

“Could you tell me about your wedding?” Kazui felt his chest tighten. “I always dreamed of mine. You know, I had the whole thing planned already. He never even knew…” She laughed, but quickly winced in pain. “Things may have… changed between you two.” 

Kazui had been careful to hold details of his life closer than some of the other prisoners. None of them had a very good idea of what had brought him here -- he felt bad that Mahiru may have been under the wrong impression of his marriage. 

It wouldn’t have been the first time.

She asked, “but the wedding day itself… is it just as magical as everyone says?”

Despite the dim lighting, surrounded by a mess of bandages, Mahiru’s eyes glimmered.

“Yes,” he lied. 

“I knew it…” 

He couldn’t fabricate exactly what she was looking for. So he told her what he’d told himself many times before. It was the truth. Technically speaking, that is.

“That morning,” he began, “you wake with your stomach in knots. You feel the anticipation in your whole body.” He kept up a smile, and she seemed to buy it. “I’m a pretty organized guy, so I thought I’d be thinking about all our plans -- the schedule, guests, food, things like that. But I wasn’t worried about any of it. The only thing in my mind, all day, was her. And the many, many years ahead of us. The time stretches on for miles in front of you.”

Mahiru let out a content sigh.

“And everyone's so happy. I’ve never had that many people excited for me and my life. It’s everywhere you look. You breathe in and you can practically taste their joy.”

“Oh, that must be wonderful.”

“Y-yeah. It sure is something. And of course, when you see the other all done up for the first time, walking towards you with a huge smile, tears in their eyes… I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“What about the vows? And the rings? Is it really so special?”

“Of course. When you put on those rings, you feel inseparable.” Kazui folded his hands together. Hopefully Mahiru couldn’t see he’d taken his off. “You feel connected to them. You know you’re going to be with this person forever.”

She let out another dreamy sound, though he was beginning to falter. He was grateful when Shidou entered, apologizing for the delay. 

Kazui stood, offering one last smile. “I hope you can rest.”

“Oh, yes, especially now. Thank you. That was all so perfect.”

He turned to leave, his own words still echoing in his mind. His hand drifted into his pocket, brushing against the small silver piece.

You’re going to be with this person forever. 

On that day, it had seemed like a curse. Then again, on that day, ‘til death do us part’ seemed a lifetime away.

[kakiastro]

Mercury Retrogrades: Let’s Discuss

I feel like there’s so much misconception with Mercury Rx. I need y’all to calm down and stop letting these transits freak y’all out!

Transits are felt as a collective but it impacts all of us individually differently! It’s like riding a bus. We’re all riding a bus we’re getting off on different locations. That’s how you treat any transit. Everyone has their own unique path, lessons and blessings in this lifetime.

What is a retrograde? Let’s start there…

Retrogrades is like re-looking at a contract or rewinding a scene from the movie to make sure you read and seen it clearly. It’s going back to the drawing board and making sure you’re not missing something. You may actually get a better idea or completely start fresh and it’s okay!!! Retrogrades shine light on what is and isn’t working anymore, so why are you all acting scared or worried? Listen, retrogrades can be a blessing if you know how to work with the energy not against it. Does this mean that things can’t be annoying or complicated? No, that’s life. But, I promise you’ll learn something from this. That’s how these transits work.

Mercury is the planet of planning and organization. It’s rules over our thought process and how we communicate these things. Mercury is our Health, mental and physical.

What if past people come back?

- If past people come back then this means that you have unfinished business or karma you need to clear out. Sometimes they come back because it could be a chance to start over and re-look at the situation and communicate. Another reason, it could be to see if you’re officially over and have learned that lesson associated with that person. It’s up to YOU if you want them back in your life. I’m going to be real, you may take back certain people in your life because you still have something left to learn.

Can I sign contracts or make big decisions?

Here’s the thing, if it’s not meant for you to do it then the Universe will block it one way or another! you have to start paying attention to the signs and listen to your intuition. If there’s doubt and you have been overthinking something, that’s a sign that you should probably leave something alone until you have clarity. You want to buy a car but nothing is going right, thats a sign love. Mercury Rx is asking you “Are you sure you want that car? Have you done a thorough research on it and see if its beneficial too you?” You want to try a new business endeavor but can’t find any resources, that’s a sign. You’re being asked to ”have you thought this endeavor out fully? Do you have a long term plan for it?” Now if you have full clarity on a situation and everything going smooth then that means you can go through with it because it was already planned out accordingly subconsciously or consciously.

Example: I bought my current cell phone during a Mercury Rx. I had been wanting a new phone for months but the timing wasn’t right but I knew I needed one. When Mercury Rx hit, my phone carrier told me that I qualified for the newest phone for no down payment. I took the opportunity and I’ve had this phone for 3 years and with only 1 issue(apple problem, not my phone) in this span.

Why is my life falling apart then?

-your life was probably already falling apart but you were too distracted by external things such as work, family or relationship(s) to noticed. Now it’s like someone has poured ice cold water in your face and you’re starting to see the dog shit in the corner, you’ve been smelling couldn’t spot it, SURPRISE! I’m tell you this, your life is falling apart or going through something so you can rebuild something builder. Is it fair? No, life isn’t always fair, earth isnt easy but just like the great Maya Angelou once said “you do the best you can. when you know better, you do better.”

Now this leads with this Mercury Rx being in Aries, we are looking at ourselves and reevaluating who we are. With the NN being here, we’re being pushed too. We have to if we want to grow. If you’re not reevaluating yourself then people closest to you are reflecting on what you need to heal. Libra which rules other people and Aries sister sign is also in effect. This eclipse was in a libra degree. Chiron is currently in Aries to remember? So take accountability for you past action, grieve and cry it out if you have too. But, also forgive yourself and others for your own mental (Mercury) peace. Some people will forgive you , others won’t, but the greatest thing we can all do is grow to be better for our future selves and the people we still have yet to meet! First we need too take accountability and heal.

See guys, life isn’t black and white, it’s very grey and it’s filled with nuance. These transits help us better ourselves and others in live timing.

I hope I didn’t come off preachy but I felt called to talk about this today because I wanted to you all to understand these transits in a newer more nuanced way. Can’t you all tell that this Rx is happening in my 10h😅

[propertyofmilfs]

Home away from heaven

Chapter 2: Desire, Deception and Shattered hearts

💫authors note💫

Here it is, chapter 2 of home away from heaven. This chapter does contain heavy smut. Enjoy reading 🫶🏻

ALSO artwork by @lavendercrow136 of Lucifer during their talk with desire

-A

Isleens pov

"Isleen where are you baby?" I recognized that voice… Dream…Even my sleep wasn’t sacred anymore these days.

I sighed and looked at him shakily,

"somewhere you won't find me"

Dream frowned, "baby please just tell me where you are I can help you"

I turned away,

"I don't need your help, your the one I'm trying to get away from" Dream looked at me sorrow and hurt in his eyes,

"Isleen that's not funny...baby please where are you?"

I shook my head, "Why can't you understand I don't love you? I love someone else"

Dream scoffed, "Who Lucifer?? Yea that's right Lucienne told me about your foolish crush on them. But Isleen they are bad, they aren't going to make you happy, they won't love you... they don't even love themselves"

I turned to Dream, and glared daggers through him,

"YOU don't know that, and that's not any of your buisness"

Dream slammed his hand on the wall, "Damn it Is, your supposed to be my wife, not lusting after Lucifer"

I banished him from my dreams and sat up in my cell hugging my chest, my stomach growled audibly.

"you have every right to be annoyed with me or hate me, I shouldn't have come here and demanded anything of you, but Dream contacted me and knows where I am”


“Child I know already. That’s what im after. Can’t you understand… you’re the bait” Lucifers voice rang through my head, connecting with me, filling my brain. Was this how they urged people on to commit crimes. 
I flushed embarrassed

"How much of that did you hear?”


“Darling all of it… don’t feel bad though. Many people lust after the things that are dark and mysterious”

It was like they were in my cell in real life, the smell of the bath they were taking, the smell of wine. I closed my eyes and saw them before me, sipping the wine I smelled before.


"ya know its rude to drink wine and not offer some to the key factor of your enemies undoing.”

I saw them smirking.


“It’s rude to demand such a thing when you are eaves dropping and all together be plain rude. So atlas no wine for brats”


"you could punish me for my disobedience, but I think part of you is to afraid you'll get flustered looking at me" I smirked


“Sorry, little mouse’s are not my type I’m afraid you’re wrong. I won’t stop you from picturing such desires later tonight though”


“no, but my parent is your type though..." I snapped throwing a glass of water i had summoned in frustration


“They might… what is it to you?” They chuckled

I didn't respond, their words hurt more then I'd care admit even if it was just a jab to make me flustered. 

A pout formed on the light bringers face

“did the mouse loose her tongue? Doesn’t matter… you’ll talk soon enough. At least if you are anything like desire”

"for someone who says I'm not their type, you keep talking" I snarked a bit of pain in my voice, I wiped away my tears and swallowed the emotion knowing they didn't care for tears

“Only for my entertainment”

"yes but your only doing it in my thoughts your not touching me your not in front of me and therefore I can tune you out and spoil your fun" I teased with a chuckle

“If you are going to torture me at least do it where I can see you.”

“Quite the flirt aren’t you, yet so different then your parent” I teased “I am not going anywhere. Quite frankly I’m still enjoying my bath and I am not going to waste my precious time on a little mouse like you”

Their voice left my head and I couldn’t help to feel heartbroken…

Lucifers POV

Mazikeen entered my room, she sighed. “My lord wasn’t that a little bit too harsh.”

I sighed “I don’t think it was, she was flirting… Desire would have wanted me to decline her efforts so I did. they haven’t visited in a while. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had forgotten about me all together” I sighed sipping my wine trying not to cry

Makikeen’s eyes softened as she looked at me with pity, she walked up to me and rubbed the tension out my shoulders.

‘’Have you tried calling them’’ she sighed.

“Yes, multiple times but, I lost all hope and gave up”

Mazikeen looked at the call log, and pressed call for me, Desire answered, "Luci baby are you there?? Hello hello?"

Mazikeen tossed me my phone.
I shook my head and gave the phone back to mazikeen

“I- I can’t. It’s always me who takes the first step I can’t”

I whispered before leaving stepping out on the balcony


"Hey Desire it's Mazikeen, Lucifer is currently indisposed at the moment, can I take a message?"

Mazikeen paused,

"oh your here, I- I'll ask them if they want company?"

Mazikeen looked at me,

"There- There here”


“Send them in” is all i said, I needed them to explain. I was mad. And sad. All things I have not felt in a while
Mazikeen nodded and went to the front entrance to the grand palace of hell and let Desire in. Desire was wearing Lucifers favorite color on them and was carrying a bouquet of flowers and a basket of treats and a stuffed dragon, and the next book in the game of thrones series wrapped up.

"I -I know I have not been able to call them back.. what am I walking into ? How mad are they?”


Mazikeen gave them a grim look

"You'll find out"


Desire walked into the opulent bedroom and noted the wine, the book with the carefully folded dog eared page and a messy bed. They saw their lover on the balcony, they removed their high heels,

"luci baby? Before you yell at me please let me explain”


I looked at them with my tears stained cheeks

“well?”


"I have been looking everywhere for my daughter, she wasn't at the wedding, I have searched every realm but yours because I knew if you had her you'd tell me.... I also knew that if I came here in my search I'd get distracted because you're my weakness and my greatest treasure I'm sorry.... I shouldn't have ignored you, I shouldn't have muted your calls I should have answered.. I didn't want to hurt you baby, you know how much I love you please, can we talk about it? You can punish me if you really want to but please don't leave me"

Desire whispered feeling extremely weak


“I haven’t spoken to you in MONTHS. Your daughter is in the cells, I caught her snooping on me not too long ago, suit yourself”

I sighed looking back outside


"You don't know what HE has on me, do you think I wanted to be away from you...your the only one who has ever made me feel like I have a home in this world"

Desire said crying softly


"I have been forced to work and make sure everything is perfect for that fucking wedding... and to make sure everyone else is happy, and in doing so I've neglected us? The one thing I actually care about...Do you know how fucking hard that's been"

Desire was sobbing


“Do you know how hard it’s been in here. To let myself love and then feel like I have been thrown from heavens all over again because once again I felt like I was going to be thrown out of someone’s life. He… he embaressed me in front of my kingdom. No one fears me anymore. He took my dignity and took the one thing I loved with him by not letting me see you. In the meantime your daughter has been flirting with me and I’m confused. before you say anything… no, I didn’t do anything. I even declined. Not that it matters to you”

I spat I was angry crying. My heart was shattered.

“If you love me then show me”

i cried harder squeezing the railing for support

Desire wrapped their arms around me and kissed me passionately, taking their time with me. A kiss I desperately needed. My mind was a mess.

"is this what you want?"

Desire kissed me again and I foolishly kissed them back moaning softly but still crying. I pulled them closer and laced my hands in their hair
Desire moaned wiping away my tears and kissed my forehead,

"I love you so much baby, please talk to me, tell me what you need me to do and I'll do it" Desire punctuated their words with kisses


“Love me… make me forget… please”


Desire nodded guiding me back to the bedroom, they shut the balcony door, and removed my robe as well as their own clothes and began to passionately kiss every part of me

"I love you"

"every"

“part"

"of"

“you"

Desire kissed me in between every word and gently trailed their hands along my frame. They began to suck on my inner thighs gently working the shaft of my cock.
I moaned softly pulling their hair softly
They whimpered at my actions wrapping their lips around my shaft and sucking gently, rolling their tongue around the tip of my dick, when suddenly desires phone began to ring. They ignored it continuing to pleasure me. When it rang again. They ignored it and this time began to choke and gasp on my cock.
They stopped for a moment catching their breath, rubbing their neck.

“I missed you” they whispered stroking my cock and starting to suck again.
“Fuck darling” I moaned biting my lip
I noticed dreams reigns on desire were taking their toll. They were bleeding and I cupped their face making them look at me and stop. 
“You’re bleeding” I said my breath heavy
They nodded trying to be seductive, "It's okay just ignore it”


“You’ll die…” I whispered

“just pick up on the little stalker I’ll be in my bed” I sighed
I started cleaning the bed and tucking myself in. Realizing it was just like before.

Desires POV


I looked at them as if I had been slapped, and answered the phone.

"WHAT WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT DREAM???" I was sobbing and angry

"NO I HAVENT FOUND HER YET, NO I DONT KNOW WHERE SHE IS, GOD DAMN IT WOULD YOU JUST LET IT GO, SHE DOESNT WANT TO HE WITH YOU I THINK SHE PROVED THAT POINT WHEN SHE RAN AWAY STOP RUINING MY FUCKING LIFE" 
"Why do you want her so bad?? You're like a child with a billion toys but they jump at the opportunity to get the one thing that they can't have. PLEASE, I can't do this anymore I want to break our deal"

I whispered brokenly


"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you of the consequences"

Dream sneered at me and concluded the call. I doubled over in pain, my hair turned bright white and their eyes a yellow color. I frowned,

"Am I still pretty?”


“I’d always think that…am I still attractive?” They asked me, I had never seen them like this before.


"yes darling, always "

I crawled up Lucifers legs to their chest and kissed them passionately

"d-do you still love me?”


“I always will, even if you neglect me” They whispered


I frowned and kissed their face passionately,

"it was not intentional”


“ make it up to me then” They smirked at me. 
I slid their cock inside of me and bounced on their cock wildly riding them,

"fuck baby yes that's it, tell me you love me “


“Fuck” they grabbed my hips and growled in my ear “I love you” they guided my hips to move faster.
I did as their hands commanded and went harder faster pushing myself down on their cock and their cock deeper inside of me,

"fuck Luci yes that's it baby, fucking ruin me make yours”


“Fucking moan for me” They growled biting my neck. Their voice made me shudder and I moaned screaming their name like a prayer over and over again,

"Luci I'm close!! Baby please come for me”


They moaned louder

“cum… cum for me” 


That was all I needed to reach my climax. I moaned cumming on their cock,

"fuck baby yes, fill me up”


They buried their face in my chest cumming deep inside me. 
I kissed their face stroking away the sweat damp blonde curls and moved off of them to spoon them

"I love you, no matter what happens please know that”


Lucifer nodded their head and tried to relax, my legs shaking to match theirs. 
I held them close and sang softly to them till they drifted to sleep in my arms. When I awoke the next morning I was painfully aware of people's needs in the mortal realm I kissed Lucifers cheek told them I'd be back and left.

I returned from my day in the mortal realm around noon and immediately kissed lucifers cheek

"I missed you today, did anything happen while I was gone?”

They started to chuckle.


“I wouldn’t know I was out cold, where did you go last night…” Their voice sounded painfully sad and I knew I had to tell them at this point. They had suffered enough.


I sat up and held my sides,

"I- I need to tell you something and before you get mad at me, or you get angry or freak out I need you to just listen to me...can you do that please?”


They furrowed their brows

“what did you do?”


I stood up away from them, "what if I told you I found a way to spite dream? And I did it. I did it to watch his life divulge into chaos and to make him suffer.... I did it to spite him, to help you so we can destroy him... the mortals are nothing more then our servants, and normally I wouldn't bother with trivial affairs from them because they are nothing more then entertainment for us, they serve us. Not the other way around as my idiotic siblings think. But I've done it, I have found a way to ruin him, I did it for you, for me for all of the others who are sick and tired of being in the King of Dreams shadow. I fucked her, I heard her calling out to me, all she wanted was a child, and I gave her the experience of a life time. Free of charge, I bred her like a bitch in heat, and now she swells with my child, a child that will be a Vortex. I did it to spite him, Mr. Perfect, Mr. Sandman everyone's favorite . I singlehandedly found a way to make his life a living fucking hell. All we need is that girl, the vortex all we need is her. So I cheated on you to spite dream, but if it helps you in the long run baby is it really so bad what I did?" I purred batting my eyelashes at them.

Lucifers POV


I stared at them in blind disbelief I released my hand from their lap and stood up from the bed wanting to be as far away from them as possible sipping my wine and lighting a cigarette. I didn’t even smoke, but it felt like the time to start.


They followed the and laced their hands around my waist like a snake,

"Baby please you have to understand it was all for us, for your plan? You know no one compares to you right?"

They kissed my exposed skin making their way to my neck before trailing down my arms and wincing at the offending cigarette smoke.

"You don't smoke, what is this?"


“What is it to you” I shrugged them off taking a hit.


"Everything, you are Everything to me. I love you... is this gonna be a thing now youre mad at me every time I have to fuck someone ?"

They asked smacking the cigarette from my hands and over the balcony. I could not believe what I was hearing. Desire telling me they had to fuck someone for work. They who never viewed the mortals as superior. I looked at them and spat my words out with venom. 


“It’s not work, you never saw it as work. You don’t serve people they serve you… that’s what is right? If I was everything to you, you would have cried right here right now, pleading to me. But to you I’m just a number. I haven’t been more then that. You’ve proven that again and again. I didn’t hear from you for months, and now you left me for “work” and decide to fuck another mortal whore. I might have fallen from heavens but at least I had some dignity for the ones I love.”

I threw my glass on the floor and smacked the door shut as I left my bed room and headed to the garden. It wasn’t a pretty garden but it would do, it was my own space. One that I confided in when I was alone and just fell. It’s my own version of Eden. And I wanted to seek piece and quiet.


They followed me against my will but Desire only did what they did best. Put themselves first over anyone else even after cheating on me.

"Lucifer you know who I am you know what I am you know what I do for the mortals.... your not just a fucking number for me, I do love you damn it. But I can't change who I am or what I am?!?! So if you wanted some prim virgin with no experience or knowledge of the world then congratulations go fuck my daughter. But if you can accept that this is who I am then baby I'm right here. Take it or leave it" they shouted their voice an angry rasp tears formed in their eyes. 
I looked back and pointed out the behavior

“this… is what I mean. Desires are more then sex you and I both know that. Never in your life did you fuck someone, you refused. I’ve known you since you were old enough to fucking run your realm on your own. I’ve known that real better then you, your tasks, you don’t fool me… you had a choice, you choose the mortals. Go ahead. Sleep your way to the top for all I care, but you are not crying your heart out to me anymore. You know your way out. I’m done talking to you.”

I turned my back towards them crying and curling myself up in a ball. It hurt. I would be alone again. My task for today was to stay out of isleens way. If I saw her, I’d jump on her immediately out of spite and she doesn’t deserve that.


"You know what? Your right... I don't deserve you and the mortals don't deserve me maybe she can serve them better I'm done. A world without you in it is just to painful, I'm done" Desire fled


Mazikeen approached me tentatively from behind, she hugged me,

"I'm sorry my lord, they didn't deserve you”


I cried harder in her arms, sobbing till it felt like my ribs were breaking
She comforted me for as long as I needed, holding me like this, she played with my hair and rubbed my back.


I cried till the crying turned into screaming, and crying again. My sobs carrying through all of hell.

I guess I have always known that love was not meant to be in my cards. God made sure I knew that.

Isleens POV

I heard their desperate cries. I heard everything. The sex, the yelling, glass breaking and then lucifers screams. Even though I too was heartbroken and wanted to say that this was their karma for treating me like this, I couldn’t help to feel sorry for them.

Maybe this would be the time to seek friendship and bond over the heartbreak we both share.

I picked up a pen and paper and wrote them a letter, shoving it under the door for Mazikeen to see.

Now all I needed to do was wait…

[stabbysideblog]

For you (I cannot) give you (up)

Ardent (Dream) bakes Sam a cake, if only anything could go right. If only his past wasn't the ever present ghost haunting him. If only he wasn't broken. Good thing Sam is there to put the pieces back together, right? [Happy Chip au]

Link to ao3 fic

Fic Under the cut!

“Hey, hey Ardent I said stop falling asleep.” His hand slips on the blood, his voice cracks. “Stop. Please” The first aid kit is empty, used up, today was supposed to be easy. Just needed to water the plants. “Wait don’t- don’t go I’m not ready this time.” Tears fall, nobody responds.

In the end it was just a fall. Your body didn’t even know it was falling until the knife had neatly settled into your lung. You made a cake. All you had to do was water the plants and you decided to make a cake. You missed his birthday again. No, that's not right. You ruined his birthday again.

You land on a white desert. Your knees hurt and blood drips onto the sand. Underneath you feel something cold and solid. You brush the sand away and he stares back at you. The cold eyes of his mask boring into your soul, slicing your stomach open and laying your organs bare. Your nerves burn in the heat, the blood runs faster a river with each heartbeat.  You run. The wind blows the sand and he is reflected a thousand times. In the distance you see a figure. They point at you. You run. Clothes soaked in blood. You run. Everyone watches, no one helps. You run. He never leaves. You run. You run. You run. 

The heat evaporates, your skin cools. You don’t know when you closed your eyes, couldn’t bear to see him any longer. You feel the comfort of the bed, the warm pain of Althea curled up next to you, has she always been that big? Your heart clenches and you call out. 

“Sam?” Your body hurts, it was so long this time. You ran and ran and ran and no one could reach you, nobody wanted to.

“I’m right here, Ardent.” His hand rests over yours, it feels like a thousand needles, you savor it. “Can you move your feet for me?” 

Your feet are dead. You know it. They died a thousand deaths ago. Fried nerves and snapped muscles. A hundred spasms tore your body apart. A hundred falls turned the pieces to dust. You reach into the burning nothing and feel. It feels like fire, each artificial nerve pure electricity burning you to hold onto. Your foot twitches. Sam exhales. Your heart flutters. “Good.” It’s quiet under his breath, not meant for you. You ignore it.

“I could hear you.” Your eyes close, too heavy. “I’m sorry.” Tears fall but he wipes them away, pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead. 

“Just. Rest. I’ll take care of everything. Just rest today. I can’t lose you again, not right now.” His hand disappears. You ache. 

“Sam” you call out when you feel him lift Althea, a bolt of panic forcing a shiver. 

“Yes my love?”

“Happy belated birthday.”

There’s a pause. You wonder if he’s left you. “I saw the cake, is that why you- we can discuss this later.” His voice shakes slightly, you know him so well you can imagine the line of his mouth, the wetness in his eyes. “Rest.” The door closes. You are alone. 

You are alone. 

“Ardent wake up, it’s a dr- it’s not real. Wake up, you're scaring Althea.” You snap awake, voice sore, were you screaming? Your thoughts are scrambled, each a struggle to grab. You reach for anything you can. An axe. No. Your face. Blood. The cell. Althea and Sam laying in it. Blood. Your hands. His hands. His face. His axe. He bubbles under your skin, it’s not Sam. That’s not Sam. The warden. Sick sick sick. Gunpowder under your mask. Your skin stretches and shifts. A shadow reaches out and you’re falling. Something crashes. Chains dig into your wrists. You scream. He screams back. You can’t breathe, move, hope. Everything melts into purple and black. You heave, when was the last time you ate? The black expands. “ARDENT.”

Suddenly focus. You look up at Sam who’s hunched over you eyes wide holding your wrists. Your hands unclench the locks of hair they were pulling. You’re on the floor next to the bed, when did that happen? You cling onto Sam sobs shaking your entire body. “Please don’t go. I’m not ready to be alone.”

His body relaxes, surrounding you and lifting you onto the bed. “I love you. I will always be here. I will never leave you.”

“And if I’m broken?”

“I will always fix you.”

“And if no tools fit?”

“I’ll make my own.”

“I love you.”

“I know Ardent. I know.”

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This is the first fic in a series of 15 fics I'm going to post in the next 2 months. It's part of my whump-a-thon. Feel free to join me this prompt was Punctured. This was an easy warm-up fic. I hope you're ready for more! And thanks to everyone who liked or commented on any of my fics you are my motivation to get back into writing.

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Villain - Chapter 3: I'll give you a Villain

Summary:

Jason realises that maybe his 'family' doesn't really care? (someone please tell him he's wrong)

TW: Death, Violence, Flashbacks, Blood, and Swearing. lemme know if I missed anything!

Chapter links: Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch.3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch.6

When I’d made peace with the Bats, I thought it was over. That I’d get to go back. That I’d get my family back.

How naive of me.

I thought, when Batman actually started asking for my help on missions, when little Timmy didn’t get skittish around me anymore, that maybe, just maybe, I somehow got a second chance? I got to go to the Manor for dinner from time to time, I got to help Alfred in the kitchen, I didn’t have to be alone all the time.

They weren’t really ever that nice to me, though, were they?

Bruce never relaxed around me. He’d always watch me, just looking out for when I’d go over the edge again. Tim always flinched whenever I got too close. And Dick—

Dickface never liked me. Before, it was because I was Robin. Then after I came back he tried being ‘nice’ to me to soothe his own conscience. Then I hurt his little brother.

Why would he forgive me after that?

Little brother— I wish he used that phrase to talk about me, a pained little voice whispered in the back of my head.

Alfred . My mind wandered to the old butler, the only person to ever make me feel normal again. Alfred must love me, right? He wouldn’t lie.

Or maybe he’s just pretending. Maybe he really resents you, but he’s just trying to keep a polite front.

Yeah, that seems likely.

Why would anyone love me?

I let out a choked sob and wrapped my arms around myself, my bruised, bloody body screaming in protest. 

Why don’t they see I’m trying to change?

I dig my nails into my skin, drawing a trickle of blood, and watch it drip into the blood already pooling on the floor.

Why do they think I’m evil?

I’m clawing even harder into my skin now, ignoring how my whole body’s already beaten and bruised, courtesy of the rogues I’ve defeated over the years.

Why am I always the villain of the story, and Batman’s the wonderful hero who locks the villain away?

I scream in agony, punching the stone wall of the cell hard enough to chip off a few stones. A dangerous shade of green is tinting the edges of my vision. My hand is definitely broken, but I don’t even care anymore.

I don’t care.

I’m in Arkham now, all thanks to Batman , getting beaten bloody until I can’t breathe, getting whacked by a crowbar , getting branded with a ‘J’ like I’m a fucking animal… I’m going to die here unless I break out, and no one will fucking care.

What does Alfie think of this? We used to be so close… We’re not anymore. I’m nothing anymore.

But why would he let Bruce send me to Arkham , the place where the worst of the worst villains go?

Then I remember: I’m one of those villains.

My vision entirely turns a sickly green. I stop, the raging river of emotions rushing through my head finally freezing.

I slowly untangle my hands from my hair and get up from my curled position on the bloody floor.

Why should I care about a man who never loved me, a ‘family’ that constantly hurt me? The family that never invited me to anything or talked to me unless necessary, the family that sent me to Arkham Asylum of all places, the family that never avenged my death, the family with their stupid fucked-up moral code.

You want a villain so bad?

I’ll give you a villain.