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smol-cherry · 3 years ago

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◇MCYT Astrophobic S/O HCs

◇A/N: This is a remake!! Astrophobia is someone who is afraid of extremely loud noise in natural environment, such as thunder/lighting.

◇Character(s): Dream, George, Sapnap, Wilbur, Tommy, Schlatt, Techno, Philza.

◇Type: Headcanon.

◇Genre: Fluff/Comfort.

◇TW/CW: Astrophobia/Brontophobia.

ＣＣ! Ｄｒｅａｍ:

He probably won't understand at first.

There's nothing around you that could hurt you, right?

Until he noticed the way you'd jump whenever you heard any thunder.

He felt terrible and hugged you close, assuring you that he would never let anything hurt you let alone some stupid storm.

Will try and make as many jokes as he can to brighten up the mood, maybe even grabs his headphones, plays some nice music and makes you listen to it.

ＣＣ! Ｇｅｏｒｇｅ:

He's not great at comforting people but he really tries.

Gets you some water and a small treat to hopefully help.

Will sit or lay next to you, letting you cling onto him, he doesn't care if you get his shirt wet, he could just wash it later.

If you try to apologize he'll shut it down instantly, saying it's okay to express emotion and not to worry.

Doesn't speak much, just tries to comfort you.

ＣＣ! Ｓａｐｎａｐ:

He gives you your space but will hug you if you let him.

Whispers sweet words to try and distract you.

Will probably put on music, unplugging his headphones and letting it play in the background.

Or he'll put something on the TV if that works better for you.

Will complain about his friends to you if he wants to see you laugh.

ＣＣ! Ｗｉｌｂｕｒ:

He's really concerned when you walk into his room shaking and almost sobbing.

Doesn't ask questions just let's you sit on his lap, hugs you as tight as he can and starts humming.

He appreciates how you trust him enough to come to him while crying, though he certainly doesn't like to see it.

Puts his head on your shoulder and plays with your hair.

Asks you what was wrong after you've calmed down.

ＣＣ! Ｔｏｍｍｙ:

All he knows is that you've come to him crying and that's enough to know something's definitely wrong.

He was editing but now that's out of the question, before you know it he's hugging you and telling you comforting words.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, I'm here, let it all out, it's okay, you're okay I promise, I love you so much."

Lays on the floor with you, he couldn't care less about how uncomfortable it is, you come first.

Puts you on his chest so you won't be on the bare floor and rubs your back, still repeating sweet words and phrases.

ＣＣ! Ｓｃｈｌａｔｔ:

Actually only finds you due to Jambo meowing at your closed door.

He didn't expect to find you curled up with your hands on your ears.

Jambo makes his way over to you, licking your face for comfort.

He's immediately worries and sits next to you, asking what's wrong.

He doesn't mind if you respond or not, he'll just wrap his arms around your sides, putting his face in the crook of your neck.

Jambo will also cuddle you, snuggling up closed to your face.

Ｃ! Ｔｅｃｈｎｏｂｌａｄｅ:

He's.. Not great at comforting to say the least.

He doesn't even try to comfort you at first, just asking who hurt you with a dark and harsh look in his eyes.

The voices are absolutely screaming at him to kill whoever harmed you.

It's only when you jump at the lightning outside does he finally notice what's wrong.

He relaxes his shoulders a bit and takes a deep breath, relived you weren't actually injured.

He'll do.. Almost anything to comfort you, but will talk about some things that come to mind while sitting next to you, such as how his day was, literally anything interesting in his life and maybe even some Greek Mythology.

Ｃ! Ｐｈｉｌｚａ:

You're definitely not gonna be scared with him around.

He's very good at comforting people, mostly his children though.

He thinks it's kind of adorable that you're afraid of thunder.

Not that he'd say that..

Makes you your favorite snack for some comfort and some hot chocolate to go along with it.

He'll hum to you while rubbing your back, he doesn't care if his voice isn't the best, no ones is, well.. To him yours is.

#mcyt oneshots #mcyt x reader #mcytblr #mcyt #mcyt fluff #mcyt headcanons #wilbur x reader #dream x reader #dreamwastaken #dsmp dream #schlatt x reader smut #jschlatt x reader #wilbur soot x reader #tommyinnit x reader #technoblade x reader #philza x reader #georgenotfound x reader #george x reader #sapnap x reader

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artoni-arts · 2 years ago

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sparks in the ashes; chapter 11

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what u should know;

@tiesthatbind-tf verse, quintesson-era [late 1920s]

cw; more stockholm syndrome, violence [particular cws for astrophobia and pyrophobia], unnamed character injury & death

anyway sTRAP YOSELVES IN GUYS GALS AND ENBY PALS IT’S GO TIME, WE AT THE HOME STRETCH OF THIS ARC! Reminder that Wednesday will have a single chapter as usual, but Friday will have TWO to wrap up this arc!

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Victor was given a new set of clothing to wear for the demonstration. The bottom layer hugged his body so close, so comfortably, it may as well have been a second skin. Over that was something of a dress uniform, the fabric similar to the coat of the Guardsmen while being just a bit firmer and more like armor than he’d ever had. It was amazingly light and flexible, and he couldn’t help but simply marvel at its make. Inquirata gave him no time to indulge, however, watching him dress and impatiently gesturing once he’d slipped on the heavy boots.

[Come,] they demanded, and Victor obeyed. This would only be the second time he’d been out of the laboratory, the first time being that disastrous ‘walk’, and he was intent on keeping his focus as to the distances and positions. He didn’t so much as think of Rhisling in the Quintesson’s grasp but for his affinity with it, fingers reflexively curling and uncurling as if to try and open a portal as they arrived at the lift. For a moment, he could almost imagine the familiar sensation...

This time, they went down. The air grew even more cold and humid as he folded his hands behind his back, if only to grasp his own wrists to keep from more fidgeting. And as they traveled, Inquirata spoke;

[You will not speak to Judge Deliberata unless they demand it, which is unlikely.] Victor could have sworn Inquirata scoffed at the thought. [However, you will obey them without hesitation or question, even above whatever directions we have given to you.]

[We are certain you will make us proud,] the other voice continued, voice soft as Victor was reminded of the old Inquirata, the one that he had first met, and his stomach did a flip-flop. Inquirata had no reason to be so kind, then, and yet they had been - but he remembered how they had treated Katherine, forced himself to think of how they considered the entirety of humanity nothing more than a grand experiment…

...I would like to study you, but not like the Quintessons do as though you were something to break apart…

How a species like this could have created a soul like Primus was beyond him. But he spoke none of his thoughts, only nodding, fingers digging into his skin from trepidation. Primus hadn’t been able to give him much advice as to how this would go, having possessed little to no experience with such demonstrations - they only warned him to be careful. Victor hadn’t needed the warning, but he had appreciated the sentiment that came with it. Especially knowing that Primus was relying on him, and so were Joel, Simon…

And if he failed here, then who would free any of them? But rather than bask in the thought of being so important, he was utterly terrified. Everything he had done here, every moment, every word and every action - it had all led to this.

Inquirata stepped off the lift, Victor followed, and the two stepped into a room larger than most buildings Victor had been in. Dozens of Quintessons lined the sides room, many sporting more than one face as Inquirata did; however, he caught sight of ones bearing three, one that perhaps could have been four - but his gaze was immediately drawn to the form at the far end. Five great and terrible masks adorned its metal body, and slowly rotated in midair as if to give every set of cruel eyes a chance to share the sights before them. Its lower tentacles barely graced the ground with their touch as the monster barely noticed Victor, instead seeming to focus on Inquirata as the two-faced Quintesson prostrated itself.

It was clear by both posture and tone that Inquirata was groveling to it as one would a king or a lord, and Victor only needed the slightest of pressures on his back before he dropped to the ground of his own accord, his face pale as he touched his forehead to the chilly metal of the floor. That was a Judge? Every instinct told him to run, to flee - or to simply freeze and hope he was overlooked. For the moment Victor indulged the latter, focusing on his breathing until another ‘push’ from Inquirata had him slowly rise to his feet.

As he caught sight of it again and dropped his gaze, a horrific thought entered his mind; while Inquirata could move objects with their thoughts, what if his own could be read? He had no way of knowing, and fear seized his heart. He was already doomed, all of them were, surely the Judge would see his very heart and know that in the eyes of the Quintessons, he was guilty…

[Human Victor.]

It took a low hiss from Inquirata before the words parsed, his name parsed, and he forced himself back to the moment. He couldn’t bear to look at the Judge itself, and so he looked as near it as he dared, saying nothing but hoping that it was clear he was paying attention.

[Demonstrate,] another of the Judge’s many faces demanded, and Victor took a deep breath before looking up at Inquirata. The Quintesson was already lowering Rhisling towards his hands, and Victor caught it easily with fingers that were just shy of trembling. And yet-

And yet, this he could do. He perhaps could not do much more than this, but he had practiced so much that this now came as natural as breathing. It was an odd calm that spread through his veins, now, a sort of serenity-past-fear as he ignored his heartbeat and instead, took stock of the world itself.

As his senses had developed, he had realized that he was constantly moving - the world itself was hurtling through spacetime in an endless orbit, but more than that; its orbit was moving, too. The entire star system he called ‘home’ was a sort of traveler on an endless road, and while he could not quite make out its center - much less the destination - this was only one of a few truths he had come to learn over the past days.

Primus had mentioned that space and time were connected, arguably the same thing. It wasn’t just that, though; much as they were constantly moving, time was constantly moving. They were falling through it, inexorably pulled through its dimension not unlike how other forces constantly pulled them through space. And perhaps there was a destination, there, too, a final end of time - but it did not matter much to him, not at this moment.

Indeed, he had come to think of existence itself as a river of sorts. Constantly flowing, constantly moving. And within it, him, and it was so very easy to gently reach for the water, to make a line to connect, here, he told the water of reality, just for a moment, flow this way-

Rhisling opened, and Victor stepped through. Countless murmurs echoed through the chamber as he promptly dropped to his knees once again, for Inquirata had not given him a direction to move - and so, he had placed himself directly before the Judge. He thought he heard the scientist say something, but he clung to the sensations of the world about him rather than try and process the words, hoping it would grant him calm.

Which was a good thing, for just as Rhisling closed and fell into one of his hands, he was lifted.

It was a peculiar sensation, and certainly enough to throw him into a panic if he wasn’t grabbing onto the box so tightly, if he wasn’t grabbing onto the world so tightly. As it was, he felt like a doll plucked up by a parent who found it particularly wretched. He struggled to breathe as the Judge’s faces filled his entire vision, so very tempted to shut his eyes tight as he was examined, inspected-

The Judge spoke, but not to him. Instead, in its own language, presumably to Inquirata - Victor couldn’t see them, his world still temporarily struggling to exist between the sheer presence of the Quintesson and his own wavering will, but he could just hear them speak. Another voice from the Judge answered, and a short discussion was had before Victor was set on the ground with a grace that surprised him. But legs that would not support him crumpled him into something he hastily turned into another bow, hoping desperately it would be taken as willing submission rather than anything else.

[Human.] Was it amused? Victor tried not to think about it. [Demonstrate once more.]

[Return to your master,] clarified another voice.

And then, another spoke: [You have done well, and will be an excellent template for the future Navigators.] But the words stole whatever serenity Victor had managed, his blood going cold as he looked back over his shoulder to see Inquirata. The Quintesson was practically vibrating in smug delight, beckoning his return as Victor realized the project had been given approval.

That they had run out of time.

No.

Pressure snaked around his throat before he realized he had whispered the words aloud. Inquirata’s eyes were bright and alarmed, but they weren’t the ones to speak; instead, one of the Judge’s many voices spoke from behind him, any amusement gone. [You will obey,] it said, squeezing tight in warning - tight enough for Victor to gurgle, instinctively reaching up to claw at nothing, no, no, no, he couldn’t, he would-

It released him after a final clench, and his hand wrapped around his throat as he hunched over, gasping for air. Any attempt to recover, however, was halted by the feeling of pressure once more, a warning, and he hastily nodded as he looked up towards the Judge and reached for Rhisling.

Once more, he forced a calm to better take in the world around him. But unlike before, he let his thoughts wander just a bit, thinking of the skies from which the Quintessons had first come, their ships like monstrous dragons to sear the lands below them-

He thought higher still, into the black emptiness of space. And then, he opened the box.

One of the curious features he had discovered with Rhisling was that the ‘faces’ of the cube were very much...well, only a matter of thinking in three dimensions. He had discovered, during one trial, that he could very much ‘open’ one that was not facing him, so long as Rhisling was still in his grasp. When he did so, he could not see the doorway, and as he was busy holding it open he couldn’t very well move himself through. As it turned out, he was more-or-less held in place by the particular act.

Which was a good thing, because everything else in the room did not have such a ‘brace’, and the effects of the open portal were immediate and intense. The Judge before him screeched as it was abruptly pulled forwards, the vacuum tearing at its very form. Metal was torn piece by piece as the hungry maw of space sought to consume the meal set before it, and indeed, Victor’s own breath was stolen away by its intensity. He couldn’t even hear anything over the roaring - or was that a sound in itself, the Quintessons reacting?

They’re coming.

He had some distance, but he could already feel himself being pulled - only his grip on Rhisling kept him stable. It wasn’t enough, though, there were glowing eyes looking over him, the Judge snarling in rage as its huge form fought against being pulled through the comparably tiny doorway, and Victor realized that he had made a grievous error. Its bulk was serving as a plug, keeping the disaster at bay, and he was about to suffer the consequences, he was choking-

"No!" he cried, trying instead the opposite. Instead of the vacuum of space high above - he refocused on the Earth below, of those sparse few lessons at school about what lay under her dirt and oceans. Of the heat that had scorched him back when Inquirata had pushed him to try again.

Rhisling’s far plane snapped shut, biting off another chunk of the Judge, and another plane opened to spew solid flame. Were it not for his spacial lock, he would have been thrown across the room - as it was, there was a chorus of shrieks as the Quintessons who had clamored to respond were suddenly greeted by the burst of what Victor could only assume was magma. Indeed, so close to the opening, he, too, could feel the heat - it was perhaps only because of his armor that he was able to bear it, for he had to turn his face away with a grimace, ducking it against his shoulder for protection.

By now, though, Judge Deliberata had a chance to recover. Victor felt his heart skip a few beats as he saw the wretched mass pick itself back up, tentacles thrashing in fury. As the pressure once again tightened around his throat, he allowed the side plane to close - and simply reoriented the doorway before opening it once more.

The Judge made a new gesture, and the surge of magma that sported out abruptly deflected off an invisible wall. It shrieked nonetheless, the heat more than enough to begin to sear its armor and skin. It was as if Earth herself was bleeding through Rhisling’s lesion, and the mere presence of her blood was antithesis to the Quintesson. And while some part of Victor wondered if he should have been pleased by the result, he just felt horrified even with the returned ability to breathe. He sucked in a lungful of scorching air as another sound cut through the chaos;

[Victor! Stop!]

A glance over his shoulder. Inquirata was struggling through the mass of charred Quintessons, reaching out for him. And for a moment, Victor had a flash of what could surely happen; he would stop, he would beg forgiveness and blame that shell-shock, Inquirata would perhaps not forgive him but they would- he would-

No. There was no chance of forgiveness from the Quintessons, even if he did want such a thing. But it was enough to have him shut the door, and then open a final spacebridge - one he took with his own feet, running away, because the intrusive thoughts terrified him as much as anything else in the past few moments.

It was just a bit disorientating, that sudden shift back into the laboratory, but Victor couldn’t spare the time to recover. He took a deep breath to stabilize himself as much as fill his lungs before he screamed, "HEI!"

Instantly - before even a single second had passed - Hei was by his side, grabbing his wrist. Perhaps he’d used some of his timestop to get so quickly to Victor, but there was no time to ask - instead, Victor felt the sensation of the world halting once more, and he spared the other man a grateful look as he took his wrist in turn. And as he pulled him towards a familiar construct, he asked, "Can we add another?"

Hei seemed surprised, but nodded after a (precious) second of thought. "Who?" "Them." Victor pointed, and then grabbed on to a protrusion for good measure. Hei cocked his head, but appeared to focus, and while nothing happened at first - Victor had to trust it worked. "Primus, can you hear me?" he called, praying he hadn’t made another mistake because if he had, he had utterly no idea how to signal his friend that they were ready to move without the minute being over.

At first, there was nothing, and his gut flopped. Then Hei reached out, brushing Victor’s hand aside to touch the protrusion, himself. And to Victor’s endless relief, the protrusion promptly shifted, pieces of itself furling and unfurling on itself as it sculpted itself into a Quintesson-like form. Hei startled, but Victor squeezed his arm tight to help him keep from breaking the connection.

"Victor?" Primus asked, their voice so different from what Victor was familiar with and yet, so similar-! Even if they did sound alarmed. "There’s something going on, I can’t access all the systems but-"

"I’ll explain later," Victor promised. "For now- I need the boys’ locations. Hei, can you stay with Primus when I leave?"

"Ah…" he looked between the two of them, from Primus’s alien attempt at a human face to Victor’s entreating expression. Then, he nodded. "Yes, I’ll do it!"

More relief. But there was no time to linger over it, other than a grateful look, for Victor was already opening Rhisling as Primus gave him a heading. Trusting that his friends would use the rest of the minute for whatever was needed to secure their safety, Victor released Hei’s hand and stepped through.

The holding room he entered was alive with people. It could have been a disaster...if Victor and Primus hadn’t already planned for it to be, and planned for him to enter above them all, above even the stairs in case someone was on them. Indeed, Victor was holding on to Rhisling’s open door as he looked about, and as voices cried out in alarm from the strange, armored man appearing in midair and looking about.

"Joel! Simon!"

"Down here!"

Even from a glance, it was clear whatever Quintesson monitored this project thought far less of its subjects than Inquirata...in its own way. There were no partitions at all, merely ugly benches serving as beds, tables, and seats all. And climbing up on one was Simon, waving his arms frantically as the crowd tried to decide how to react. Some were placing their backs against the walls, others crowding together, and a sparse few were reaching for Simon, as if realizing that the boy was about to be rescued…

Victor pulled Rhisling all the way through and, before he could fall more than a meter, reopened it as much to break his fall as to open a path for Simon to come to him. The boy looked at the portal that formed with wide eyes, but a roar of, "Simon, to me!" kicked him into motion. Immediately the lad climbed through with the sort of fearlessness that came only from youth, and Victor grabbed hold of him as he did lest he risk falling. Simon - all skinny limbs, it seemed, it hadn’t been that long but he appeared to have hit a new growth spurt - maneuvered about until he was clinging to Victor’s back and pointing across the room.

"Joel was left in one of the tubes, I dunno where the squiddie went-!" Swearing aloud, Victor quickly caught sight of the boy suspended in a familiar, slightly tinted liquid. Primus hadn’t mentioned that, but perhaps there simply hadn’t been time to advise him of the complication. He nonetheless opened another of Rhisling’s panes to bring them through, already feeling as if he’d just run a half a dozen kilometers - but he could rest when this was over. For now, he was looking up at the machinery, only briefly wondering what alien mind was behind this particular treatment before Simon dropped off his back and began to frantically smack at the buttons.

"Simon-!" He grabbed at the boy, who looked at him defiantly.

"Well, YOU turn it off!"

"Better idea." Taking another breath, Victor used Rhisling to open a window within - and promptly reached to pull the boy out. Joel sputtered as he came back to consciousness, and Victor was quick to shuck off his jacket and drape it around the boy. "All right, lad?"

"Victor-!" He was seized in a tight embrace, which he eagerly returned. "I knew you’d come, when the voice said you were here, when I saw you back on the street I knew you wouldn’t give up on us-!" "We’ll talk later," Victor murmured, ignoring the way his throat clenched at Joel’s unshakeable faith. "Right now, we need to get out of here." And they had at least one more to collect on the way. As Simon helped Joel hastily redress, Victor raised his hands to open Rhisling once more, feeling the strain of every spacebridge he’d opened today. Instead of a finger dragging in the sand to make a path for water, it was like he was braced against a great stone, trying to shove it with all his might to open a path…

But open it he did, even if he did fall to a knee when they re-entered the lab. Simon and Joel took the moments to gawk at the change of scenery, while another set of hands grasped at his arm to help him up - then another, and he looked up in surprise.

"Damn fool," muttered Katherine, with Hei giving an impish grin on his other side. Just past, he could see Anna and Dorothy, peering over the top of the stairs with no small amount of curiosity. "Had I known you had all this planned, I wouldn’t have let you do this alone-!"

[YOU!]

All heads turned towards the wrathful form of Inquirata, who had just slid the door open to be treated to the sight of their experiment gone amok. They raised a tendril, and Victor felt a tug at his hands. He fumbled desperately, but Rhisling was torn from his grip, obediently snapping into the Quintesson’s clutches as it moved forwards.

[We have been kind to you,] they began, faces rotating furiously as they spoke, [taken care of you, sheltered you from those who would ruin you, given you every comfort a human could ask for, and you repay us with BETRAYAL?] It spread its many limbs like some horrific spider, and Victor’s heart sank as he realized that the closest thing he had to a weapon in this place had been taken from him. Something in him, too, wanted to grovel; so used was he to abasing himself that habit was pressing him to do so now, he had to, had to try and save the others here, surely Inquirata would leave the others alone if he fully surrendered...

Then Joel stepped forwards, gripping his fists. Victor half-reached for him, but the boy simply looked back at him and offered a grin before turning to face up at the Quintesson. They glared back, raising a tendril, no doubt preparing to swat him aside as a Goliath against the boy’s defenseless David-

-not defenseless, Victor realized, for Joel was sparking. There were tiny glints all about him, and then, in another instant, the boy shouted as he threw his hands forwards. Jolts of electricity shot forwards in response, and he stared in shock until a cold, metallic limb was placed on his shoulder.

"Victor - we need to get Rhisling away from them," said Primus. "I was able to sabotage the data, but unless we can get that device-!"

"Then this was all for nothing," realized the man as he pulled himself to his feet. He reached for Primus to help steady himself, only for Katherine to give him a light thwap on the back.

"All you need is that weird box they have us mess with sometimes, right?" At Victor’s nod, the woman glanced back, reaching for Simon’s shoulder to pull him aside. "Girls! Get Mary and Shane to keep the boy here, safe - it’s time we made a stand!"

#verse; ttb #humanformers #transformers #maccadam #artoni writes stuff #YEEHAW #throws on 'all systems go' by krypteria

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spookyboywhump · 4 years ago

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Okay back to torturing the boys :3c

This is the start of several pieces that cover their time with Nicholas, and there’s likely going to be a shorter piece following this one involving Wren and Nicholas specifically (nothing nsfw of course)

Also also, @brutal-nemesis gave me this fantastic idea and I thank her greatly for her genius!

CW: Exploiting a phobia (astrophobia), dehumanization, pet whump, drugging, I don’t have a specific tag for this but Zander gets his collar taken away and he doesn’t handle it well

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Zander flinched at the sound of another clap of thunder, lightning flashing through the windows. He couldn’t stand storms at the best of times, but he was especially on edge now, trapped at Nicholas’ house for the time being. He almost wanted to hit Cain for leaving them there, he wasn’t scared of Nicholas, but he was scared of Wren being around him without Cain there.

He’d spent all day getting on Nicholas’ nerves. He didn’t really need a reason to do that, he loved annoying him, but he found that it kept his attention off Wren, and that was what mattered most to him. Every time Nicholas even looked at him he was visibly irritated, which Zander found hilarious, but as the storm outside picked up he seemed to notice how tense Zander was, how he flinched at each clap of thunder, and he knew he was fucked when his irritation gave way to a cruel smile.

“You don’t like storms, do you Zander?” He asked, sounding amused.

“Oh fuck off. I’m not scared of storms.” He said bitterly.

“Really? You look uncomfortable.” He said, and Zander growled in response, doing his best to avoid looking at him. He kept his face straight as best he could, but the next clap of thunder was so loud it rattled the windows and he flinched, reflexively clapping his hands over his ears. Though it was muffled, he could hear Nicholas laughing, which only made him more upset.

“Shut up!” He snapped, lowering his hands and glaring at him. “I’m not fucking scared!” He insisted, but he just laughed, shaking his head.

“We’ll see about that, mutt.” He said, and it took all of Zander’s self control to not bite him again.

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It was getting worse, he realized. Hours had passed and the storm seemed so much louder, he swore he felt the thunder in his chest, all he wanted to do was hide somewhere away from the windows and cover his ears. He had his arms crossed over himself, his eyes were wide and he was trembling. He knew something was off, he hadn't been this scared since he was a kid, his heart pounding and his breathing erratic, even Wren looked worried, reaching over and putting his hand on his arm.

“Zander…? Are you going to be alright…?” He asked.

“I-I- Yeah, yeah I th-think so…” He murmured, though it was a weak attempt to lie. His anxiety picked up when Nicholas came back into the room, his attention immediately on Zander.

“Mutt, come here.” He ordered.

“Stay the fuck away from me.” He growled, and Nicholas rolled his eyes. He approached him and grabbed him by the collar, dragging him to his feet.

“I’ll be right back, pup.” He told Wren, before dragging Zander from the room. He was more unsteady than he expected to be, stumbling even as he tried to pull away from Nicholas. His heart dropped when he saw he was pulling him to the back door, for a moment he froze, only for Nicholas to give a harsh tug on his collar.

“No!” He yelled, frantically looking around for a way out. “No-No, I-I can’t go out there!”

“You don’t have a choice.” Nicholas laughed.

“Please-I- I don’t- something’s wrong.” He insisted. “I can’t- can’t do it, I can’t go out there!”

“I know something is wrong, I made sure of that.” He said as though it were obvious.

“What the fuck did you do to me?!” He yelled, beginning to feel nauseous as he got more and more worked up.

“It was so obvious you were scared, I just gave you something to make that fear a bit stronger.” He told him. At first Zander wasn’t even sure when or how he managed to do that, though he had been surprised Nicholas was willing to feed him that night, and he was almost angry about how stupid he’d been to not think about that.

“You fucking bastard!” He snapped at him, but in this state Nicholas easily dragged him outside into the pouring rain. He was almost frozen in fear and that made it easier for Nicholas to pull him out into the yard. He shoved him into the wet grass and crouched down, grabbing a chain and locking it around Zander’s throat. He didn’t realize it wasn’t attached to his collar until Nicholas took his collar off.

“W-wait, you-you can’t-”

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, mutt.” He said, getting to his feet.

“No- I need that, I-I- please!” He begged. “Please, I’ll do anything!” He cried, but Nicholas had already turned his back on him, heading back inside, and another clap of thunder startled a scream out of him. He’d been locked out during a storm before but he’d never been this scared, it wasn’t long before tears streamed down his face, his body wracked with sobs.

The storm was bad enough, cold rain pouring down on him and soaking him to the bone, thunder and lightning too loud, too bright, completely overwhelming, but he needed his collar. Being without it was a different kind of fear, one that nearly overpowered his fear of the storm. The chain around his throat wasn’t a good replacement, it was too tight and it pinched when he moved wrong and the only thing he could do to imitate safety was clasp his own hands around his throat, taking frantic, ragged breaths as he tried, and failed, to calm himself down.

It was going to be a long night.

#whump #my writing #my oc's #wren #zander #nicholas #pet whump #dehumanization #exploiting a phobia #drugging #i'm gonna get a good few pieces out of this event and i'm excited

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