#he’s in a syringe please it’s not a jar

[sandeewithtwoe]

My long awaited (not really) DTIYS for hitting 2k followers!

Thank you guys so so so much!! You’re all insane <33

Geno and Error belong to loverofpiggies

(Rules and prizes are under the cut)

RULES:

The deadline is July 5 2024. You can still participate after the date, there just won’t be any prize :P (except for my love of course)

For this DTIYS, I will not be picking the winners! I did that last time and it was a nightmare. Instead, the winners will be picked randomly

You can change the pose, background and pretty much the whole composition, you can even remove Error’s hand and replace it with something else if you want. I really just want everyone to be creative! All I’m asking is to keep Geno being stuck in a syringe as the main focus

You can submit only one drawing

No tracing or AI please!

Use “#sandee2kdtiys” and tag me in your post so that I can like + reblog

And the most important part: Have fun!

PRIZES:

First place: full body drawing

Second place: Half body drawing

Third place: Bust drawing

AND THANK YOU AGAIN EVERYONE!! FOR EVERYTHING!!!!

[emptyultimatum]

GOOD GIRL

Avenger Loki x gender neutral!reader In which Loki changes things up a little

~ SMUT!! [ fingering, praise, light breast play, light oral, references to vaginal s3x ]

~ TW!! [ character injury but mild ]

I meant it as a joke, you thought to yourself, half ruefully, half gleefully. But as the quivering, spread legs before you revealed a dripping, fluttering cunt, you could hardly call your thoughts regret. 

It all started with the mission. Twenty-four escaped convicts, an easy night out for the Avengers. Technically, it was below Avenger status (not exactly world-saving, after all), but Tony was trying to make a good impression on the U.S. government, so the superhuman heroes spent a lot of time running errands for the White House. You and Peter were on it, an easy fix. Honestly, either one of you could’ve done it alone. 

You went left, Spider-Man went right. There were supposed to be an even split, but the numbers changed too quickly to communicate. You soared over the frigid treetops, angel wings beating the air, when a harpoon speared through your feathers. You crashed to the ground, keening with pain. 

Six criminals got away. Peter handled the other eighteen, but the damage was done. They sent Vision after the last six and helicoptered the two of them back to Stark Towers. 

Loki, as one can imagine, was distraught. 

“What happened? Parker, who did this to her? She needs medical assistance—”

“What do you think I’m trying to do, Curlicues?” Tony Stark gestured to the corner with his chin. “Go over there and sit like a good girl.”

An unfamiliarly dangerous spark lit Loki’s features. You cocked your head curiously through the pain, but Tony blew him a kiss. Loki hissed through his teeth, but backed off, letting Tony scan your gaping wound.

“You know, I always wondered if these things were illusions,” Tony mused, tapping on his holographic screens. “They appear out of nowhere, it doesn’t make sense, unless—” 

“Pocket dimension,” you gritted, as Bruce Banner and Tony snapped their fingers in unison. 

“That does make sense,” Bruce said brightly.

A red syringe-shaped arm popped out of the side of the medical bed. It blasted freezing nanoparticles over the gash in your wing, then retracted. Enhanced healing patches were placed over the bruises and road rash along your arm and thighs, and Tony gave you a jar of skin-repair salve for later. A few adrenaline injections to the arm later, and you were feeling much better. 

“Can I see my boyfriend now? He might tear a hole through all nine realms if you don’t let him check on me,” you rolled your eyes, beckoning Loki over. 

He pushed past Tony, elbowing him out of the way. “Darling, are you okay?”

“You’re welcome,” Stark said. “No problem. I’ll just go over here and lick my ass, I guess.”

“Yes, do that,” Loki muttered. Tony winked at him, deadpan. 

“I’m much better,” you reassured him, flexing the wing and drawing his attention. “I heal quickly, remember? The worst was the pain, but it won’t linger.” 

“Good. Then let’s get to your bed. You need rest.” Loki scooped you up. The world wavered in a flash of green, blinding and strong, and suddenly they were back in their old, cozy room. A sweater lay, forgotten, on a chair. A few snack wrappers and… other kinds of wrappers lay scattered about the floor. 

“Oh it’s a mess,” you smacked your forehead. “Good thing they healed me in the med bay and not here.” 

“I’ll clean it up, don’t worry,” he assured you, his eyes sincere. “Just take it easy, dearest.” 

“What’s got you all worried, Lo?” you laughed, cupping his cheek. “I’m fine. I’ve been hurt worse before.” 

“Yes, but that was before we were together. Additionally, I fear I’m facing some… insecurity, as it were.” He glanced away, cheeks pinking. 

“Insecurity? About what?” 

“I- nothing. It’s no matter. We shall discuss later,” he brushed you off, standing. “Please, let me clean for you.” 

You grinned up at him. “If you say so. Thanks for cleaning for me, Loki. You’re such a good girl.” 

You put a growl on it, a low, sultry purr. The tone of voice you usually said good boy or beg for me in. You meant it as a joke, a demeaning one, a call back to Tony’s patronizing snub. 

Instead, you saw something liquify in Loki’s eyes. That same look he got when his cock was in your hands, or your teeth were sinking into his skin. 

And being yourself, you capitalized on it. 

“Do you like that?” you cooed, arching an eyebrow. “Do you want to be my pretty girl, Loki? My good little obedient princess?”

Oh, you had him cornered. His bottom lip trembled with thinly held control, his eyes darting back and forth, warring with himself. 

You reached up, pulling him back down, so that he kneeled before her. You locked his gaze with her own. 

“If you want to be my good girl,” you said gently, “You can.”

Loki shuddered, and slowly, his shoulders began to slough down and round off. His frame turned slighter, more slender, and his chest swelled. He was daintier, but still with the shoulder-length choppy hair and wild silver eyes. He was no he at all. She was Loki. A tall, wiry, masc Loki, with a dripping mess between her legs. 

Loki whimpered as you laughed aloud, running your hands through that silky black hair. “Oh, you pretty girl, so many tricks up your sleeve! Why don’t you strip for me, so we can see what pretty trick you have up your pants.”

You had never seen Loki undress so quickly. 

And so, here you were, Loki breathless and growling beneath you, your fingers sliding into Loki’s slippery, throbbing mess. You curled your fingers acutely, and Loki bucked up into your hand. 

“Naughty,” you cooed. “Bad girls don’t get to cum. Stay still.”

“Please, love,” Loki begged, her cheeks flushed red. “Please let me cum.” 

“Behave,” you scolded. “And maybe I’ll consider it.” 

Loki let out the prettiest keening sound you’d ever heard. You giggled, leaning forward, wrapping your lips around Loki’s pulsating clit. You sucked, hard, and she moaned again, her legs clamping around your head.

“Is this the insecurity you were dealing with, pet?” you asked, stroking the pad of your thumb over Loki’s sensitive, aching clit. “Were you lost?” 

She nodded, eyes screwed shut with pleasure and humiliation. “I wasn’t sure how you’d —fuck— react.” 

You smiled, running your hand flat up her belly, cupping a tender breast, and squeezing. “Pretty girl. I’d never want you to be anything less than yourself.” 

Her eyes opened, beautiful and silver as always. Loki smiled up at you, holding your hand over her breast. “Sweet love,” she murmured. 

“Besides,” you gave her a sharklike smile. “Now I get to fuck you. Spread your legs.” 

With a whimper, she complied. 

[itsa-me-lily]

This is not what I originally set off to write, but I'm not totally mad at it. Please note I am a type 1 diabetic, so I am writing from a place of knowing about it.

Here is more Simon & Thimble Playlist

Here is the MPS Au masterlist

Content warning; Mention of medical devices, medical drugs, a lot of swearing, allusions and mention of an eating disorder (no one has an ED in this, just the concern for one), concern for possibly domestic abuse

“Are ye sure you’re okay with it hen? Simon sleeping with other people?”

You feel your patience slipping further out of your grasp with Johnny’s question. That or it’s the fucking god damn pan that you’re trying to scrape your burnt god damn eggs off of. All you had wanted was nice fucking breakfast. But the universe apparently wanted you to fucking suffer.

First you ended up fucking up your replacement insulin pod, and then when you tried a second time the syringe leaked, so while you finally got a working pod on yourself, you had the smell of insulin stuck in your nose.

And you knew that you needed to go grocery shopping, your list taunting you from where it’s magnetized to your fridge, but you weren’t expecting how bare bones it was. All that was really left had been an almost empty bag of shredded cheese, half a pouch of questionable grapes, and two eggs. Omelets and fruit it was then.

Or it would have been but as soon as you put your eggs in the pan the doorbell had gone off, and Simon was apparently in the shower because he didn't get the door, which meant that you had to, and even though you had tried to be as fast as possible, your eggs were still burning when you and Johnny got back to the kitchen. And now he was asking the same question for the tenth fucking time.

"Yes Johnny, like I said before I'm perfectly fine with it. And no before you ask it's not that I can't fuck anyone else, it's because I don't want to fuck anyone else."

In the end you just drop the pan, figuring you can just come back to it when you don't feel like bashing a scott's head in. Only as soon as you turn around you decide that maybe you should just beat his skull. Simon wouldn't be that upset right?

"For fucks sake stop eating my fucking grapes!"

Johnny stops mid grape, wide eyed and looking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Wot? It's just a handful."

"It's half the fucking bowl already!"

Are you being unreasonable? Maybe, but you've already figured out your numbers, taken your bolus, and now all those numbers were fucked, and you didn't think you had anything else, and you just wanted to stop fucking smelling insulin.

Before any murder could happen though, Simon decides to grace you all with his freshly showered presence, pushing one of his protein bars into your hand. Your very loud speaking gets caught off as you stare down at the bar as if you're confused as to how it got there.

Simon doesn't say much as he grabs the list off of the fridge, and then the back of Johnny's shirt, pulling the man away from your strangling range and towards the front door and freedom.

"Going shopping. Text if you need anything else."

Before you can question why Simon has decided to do your grocery shopping for you, the front door shuts, leaving you with your few remaining grapes and a protein bar. At least it was a flavor you liked.

Outside Soap doesn't say anything until they’re in Simon's truck and already on the way to the grocery store, sounding confused and a little hesitant to get on another Riley's nerves.

"So...she always like that?"

Simon cut his eyes away from the road quickly to see how his teammate was looking at him like he was some poor damsel in distress. Jesus he wasn't thinking you two were normally having domestics was he?

"She's gotta keep track of the carbs she eats."

"Wot? Like compulsively?"

Lord now Soap is going to think you have some sort of fucking eating disorder or something. Not that Simon thought you did. At least he was pretty sure you didn't.

"It's for her diabetes. She takes insulin based off the carbs she eats, and she's gotta take it a bit before she eats. So you were messing with her carb count."

He paid attention to what you did, and he remembers what he read up on it after the possible haunted baby episode.

Soap's quiet from the passenger seat, and Simon just hopes it doesn't lead to some sort of over the top over compensation for it all. Though maybe he can swing for some free groceries.

Edit;

I'm not in love with how I ended it, but I also don't really know how I would end it otherwise. Also yes, the hanger gets real. I also was going to have this be a piece where Reader explains how she feels about sex and it's part in relationships and stuff but somehow it became more of a piece about how Simon does pay attention to how Reader handles her disease and how he kind of accommodates it. Because in my head Simon fucking hates those protein bars, but they're good in a pinch. I do want to write a different piece about Simon being a little over bearing with it as well, because I think it's an interesting idea of "This is how I'm trying to show my affection" (Even if it's maybe overbearing) vs "I am a fully grown adult I can fucking handle myself"

[eyesthecolorofarson]

Interacting with Entities

The Justice Leagues main meeting room wasn’t usually this crowded, with both the entire Flash, Bat, Super, and Arrow families in attendance. Though to be fair, Red Robin didn’t usually send out a message on mass that told them he had information that changed the fundamentals of life and death.

Tim was typing at the main computer, ignoring or not hearing the whispers of everyone around him as he opened what seemed to be a very disturbing image. It showed a little girl, no older than ten, with red hair and off-color green-white skin in what seemed to be a lab. She was leaning against an operating table, sobbing. On the operating table was a toddler, who couldn’t be older than three.

He’d been dissected. He was pinned open like a frog in a high school science class, and the only thing in his small body were his ribs. His other organs were in jars surrounding him, his heart above his head. His eyes had been removed as well, placed in separate jars on each side of his heart.

The room fell deathly silent as they took in the image. Tim turned around, tired and grim, and spoke. “Who you are looking at is Jazz and Danny Fenton from Ohio. Jazz is possible a different species, and Danny is a clone she created. The reason she knew how to do this and succeeded is because of her hyper intelligence and from watching her parents, who are scientists.”

Tim turned around again and clicked a button. “And as you can see, their very unethical ones.” The video began playing, projecting the girls deep, heart-wrenching sobs. You could hear how much she loved him, how many good memories she had with him. She choked, sniffling and whimpering in a soft, broken tone, “I–*hic* I….. I j-just didn’t wa-waaant *hic* to be alone any*hic*more….”

Behind her, something began to form.

It made the video distort, but it was clearly a person fading into existence. It looked like someone swirling something in reverse. The video cleared up and floating where the vortex had been was an old man, with icy blue skin and red eyes. He had long, white hair and wore a cloak that hid the rest of his body.

He placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke in a soft tone, “You are a child.” Jazzs sobs didn’t stop, but they slowed as he continued. “You are a scared, abused, neglected, horribly alone child. The only thing you wanted was to be loved, to have something to love. This was not your fault. This was a failure of the system, not you.”

Jazz had stopped crying, and for a moment they were silent, staring at the body in front of them. The man spoke again, but softer. “There is a way to bring him back, you know.” Jazzs head wiped around so fast many worried of whiplash. But the camera now has a clear view of her face, and her bright red eyes.

“How?” She said, gripping the man’s cloak, “no riddles, no cryptic messages, please Clockwork, please, just tell me how to bring him back.” He smiled softly and patted her head. “It will be a long journey, and difficult in ways unimaginable, and you must do it alone. But I believe you will be able to succeed.”

Clockwork began floating about the lab, picking out random things such as syringes filled with strange brightly-colored liquids and futuristic looking weapons as he spoke. “What is an Entity, Jasmine?”

Jazz watched him, confused, but answered. “It’s when the personification of a concept, like Lady Justice, or a natural unchangeable occurrence, like life and death or the four seasons, gains sentience and comes together to form a corporeal, human-like form.”

“It happens when these concepts or occurrences gain enough power,” she continued, “and then every part of them comes together to form a singular whole. Like how every religious belief formed Lady Death, or how everyone’s opinion on a season effects how they act and express themselves.”

“Very good.” Clockwork said, the objects he picked up floating around him in a circle when he let them go. “Deep in the Hindu Kush Mountains, in a place called Nada Parbat, there is an Entity trapped. Her name is ɭ̷͕̈́ค̴̡̞̮̱̩͓̝̅̈́͗͆̋̆̋̈́̉̿̓̕͠ᘔ̴̨̢̖͔͖͚͙̗̚ͅค̵͈͍̞͚̄̐̃̔̌̋͜ͅг̶̣̙̰̣͔̖̰̱̝͔͍̘͂͆̄̈́̆̍͑͒͛̃̚ͅย̶͇̥̜͈͚̼͉̈́̈̓̒͊͗̍͋̄̆̕͠ร̷̪̃̈́͒̒̿͠͝.” The Justice League was torn from their intense focus of the video to the sudden pain in their ears, the wave of nausea that washed over them, the dizziness and confusion. Whatever language that was it wasn’t meant for human ears.

In the video, Jazz didn’t seem effected, and even understood what he was saying. She muttered the word, over and over again, before she said, “Lazarus? I’ve never heard of that before. What’s she made out of?” Clockwork floated back towards her and continued to explain. “Her true name is Lady Life. She is the oldest, the truest, spread among and deeply connected to every part of this universe. From the smallest ant to the largest planet, she is Life in its purest form.”

“Is she older than you?” Jazz asked, tilting her head and grabbing every syringe she could reach, placing them on a different table than the one Danny was on and organizing them by size and color. Clockwork laughed. “Far, far older. She existed before Lady Death did, in a sort of ‘chicken and egg’ scenario.”

“I tell you this,” Clockwork started, handing Jazz several of the weapons before continuing, “because for the past few centuries, Lady Life’s powers have been severely abused by people who are not worthy of them. And those subjected to her power against their will are going about treating the side effects incredibly wrong.”

“What are the rules for interacting with an Entity?” “Do not take, do not lie, do not steal.” Jazz replied, “Ask, explain, thank. And good will follow.” Clockwork smiled. “Very good. And what is the rule for when bringing an Entity into the body?” “Do not bathe, for it washes away.” Jazz again replied. “Do not inject, for it pierces skin. Consume, for eating is only done willingly and happily.”

“Now, a series of questions.” Clockwork said, “When bringing an Entity into the body, what happens when you attempt to lock it away?” “It will attempt to lock you away.” “And when you ties to fight it?” “It will try to fight you.” “And when you try to control it?” “It will attempt to control you.”

Jazz finished her sorting and turned to look at Clockwork. “The best way to bring an Entity into your body is to accept it, respect it, and love it, and it will give you the same in return.” They stared at each other silently for a couple minutes, not blinking or breathing.

“I have to bring Lady Life into Danny.” Jazz finally spoke. Clockwork nodded. “But how?” Jazz look to the operating table for a moment, before turning back to Clockwork. “He can’t eat anything….” Clockwork moved to the side, blocking her view of the table. “Remember, Jasmine; ask, explain, thank. Like everyone, Lady Life has many sides. While yes, she can be endlessly cruel, but also deeply loving and compassionate. It all depends on how you treat her.”

Jazz thought for a moment. “So, if I free Lady Life—because that’s what you want me to do, right?” At Clockworks nod she continued, “Right. So, if I free her, and I treat her really nicely and I ask nicely, she’ll bring Danny back?” Clockwork said yes, and Jazz fell silent again. “How do I do it?” She said, her red eyes alight with determination. Clockwork held out his hand, and when she took it—

Both them and Danny were gone

[inlovewhithafairytale]

You got the devil on your team.

Summary: The mccall pack sent Theo to hell and yn plans a revenge. which includes bringing void stliles back in the picture

really recommend to reading with the song

Yn threw open the doors of the Hale loft and walked down the stairs. The sound of her heels echoing through the place as she ,made the way to the basement. Her eyes dark as she seeked the revenge she desired.

Yn pushed both doors open at the same time as she entered. she walked slowly beside the shelfs looking bothways looking for a jar. she furrowed her eyebrows as she though a triskelion carved into a wall. she smirked and took two knives that were hidden in her belt, she hooked a knife in each side of the carving and twisted them whith all her strength. Her smirk grew widder as the wall pusshed back and moved to a side showing another room full of shelfs. The lights of the cealing turned on as she walked in and make her way toward the back of the room. She reached out and took a jar made of mountain ash whith a triskelion on the top.

"The Hale family really has an obsession with that thingy" Yn muttured sarcastically. she turned around and close the opening of the wall. making shure it was completly locked.

She wasent even a suppernatural but she could still hear an angry buzz that came from the jar she held in her hands.

"well void time to come out" she said and opened it a fly inmidiatly flying out.

there was a Cloud of smoke and stiles appeared. Exept of course it wasent stiles, but void. he had her back turned away from her, but he slowly turned arround to face her with a sadistic smirk.

"If it isint Yn" He said "I knew youd always had a thing for the bad guys uh" he said giving her a sarcastic smile. " I thought you were a good girl" void said moking her.

Yn walked slowly toward him. giving him an evil smirk "well shit happens" she stepped closer to him. she touched a seringe she had tucked in the inside of her belt." and I was a good girl" Yn slurred distracting him. "I just turned bad" she looked at him with her dark shadowed eyes "and I plan on getting my revenge" Void gave her a almost confused glace and Yn stabbed with with the syringe pumping kanima venom into his system.

" you little whore" Void spat as he fell to the ground.

"im not taking any chances of you killing me"

"not only a pretty face but smart" Void mocked.

YN rolled her eyes at him and dragged his toward a shelf and leaned him back on it.

"OK now lets talk about how you are going to help me"yn started squatting infront of him.

Look at you needing me You know I'm not your friend without some greenery

"Look at you needing me" void laughed

"I know that we're not friends whithout some greenery"Yn answered lifting a perfectly plucked ayebrow.

Walk in wearing fetters Peter should know better Your cover up is caving in Man is such a fool Why are we saving him?

"tell me what do you want?"

"You see, in the time you were gone I fell in love, as you see, the guy I fell in love with, was, a bad guy" yn told him moving her head to the side "And Kira Yukimora, you've met her before, sended him to hell"

"Uhh, what did he do sooo wrong"asked Void making a fake pout.

"he traid to take over the pack" Yn answered with a shrug

"Man's such a fool? why are we saving him?"

"I havent found a way to free him. kira took the sword to the desert walkers, such a bitch" sighed Yn shaking her head " I want something else. And ... I really need your help" Void lifted both eyebrows as if waiting for something. Yn pursed her lips and let her head fall. she grunted in annoyance"....please"

Poisoning themselves now Begging for our help, wow!

Hills burn in California My turn to ignore ya Don't say I didn't warn ya

"Begging for my help, wow!" Yn looked at him though an angry frown."and what do I get in return?" asked the spirit

"A moment of freedom" Yn aswered sarcastically " common Void, you should be thanking ME, Im the one who got you out, you better accept anyway." yn said giving him a dangerous glace

Void turned his gaze away from her "My turn to ignore ya"

"Dont say I didnt warn ya" Yn said straighting up from her position.

She walked toward an oppossite shelf. she rummanged through the vases and boxes till she found a little glass bottle. she took it and walked toward void.

"you see this?" she asked her gaze fixated on the little jar." this is fox poison" she said giving him a sarcastic smile" I pour this little bottle in you, and BAM! youre reduced to a little fly. Again"

Void furrowed her eyebrows at her as if daring her. Yn just smirked and bent down next to him.

"oh common Yn, remember youre a good girl right?" Void pleaded nervosly.

All the good girls go to hell 'Cause even God herself has enemies And once the water starts to rise And heaven's out of sight She'll want the devil on her team

"Well, all the good girls go to hell" Yn said smirking. she opened the bottle. she harshly took voids face holding him still" youre no good to me if you dont do what I say" she whispered. she held his jaw still, and was reaching the bottle up to his lips.

"Ok, Ok waht do you want!!!" Void cried.

yn smirked and let go of his face" I want revenge void. I want to make Scott MCcall feel what I've felt this past two months" Yn stared at Voids eyes and saw a glint at the perspective of hurting Scott. yn straightened up "and for that..."

"you want the devil on your team" Void finished smirking.

"precisely" Yn answered with dark humor laced on her voice.

Void wobled into his numb feet. feeling the venom leave his system. He looked up to her.

"Lets go"

How did you guys like evil Yn? requests are open!!!

[clickerflight]

Fallen: Part 12 - Whispers and Echoes

Author's notes: Suuuuuup I've cleaned up my writing list so I should be writing this story a little more often. Anyways, decided I wanted to give Ivan more attention. Enjoy!

Masterlist - Part 11

Content: henchman whumpee, scientist whumper, vague self harm (scratching), spiraling thoughts, dehumanization, brainwashing, dead body (injuries described), torture, syringes/injections for torture

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Alpha-2 lay quietly on his bunk. The thin mattress and blanket didn’t do much against the cold of the room, and he couldn’t stop scratching at his arm where he had been injected with more blood. He had the injections more than he ate, and they were beginning to feel more sustaining than food, even if the spreading rash drove him mad as it wandered up his arm. 

He scratched at his arm absentmindedly, staring into the dark, the echoes of sounds and training videos bouncing around in the background of his memory. He’d been very confused lately, and it seemed like the only time he could focus and try to remember what it was he had forgotten that nagged so badly at him was when he was supposed to be sleeping. He should be sleeping. He really should be, but here he lay instead, scratching at his rash and reaching out to remember. 

Was his name always Alpha-2? There had to be something before this, but all he could really remember was the training. He twitched at the thought to be certain his wrists were free and twisted his hand away from scratching to feeling his head. 

No headset. No headset. No training going on right now. Sometimes it felt like he was still there. Or in the box or jar. Had he been in the box or jar today? 

He was too tired to think. He might have been in the jar. He remembered so much noise…..

No. It was training. Physical training. He remembered now. With guns. He had done well. At least, Dr. Leanne seemed pleased.

And with that, his thoughts all seemed to snap into focus. Dr. Leanne was pleased. She was pleased. That was all he really wanted. All he needed. All he needed was her proud look, a touch, a little treat like nothing he could have even dreamed of wanting. 

She brought him peanut butter today. On a spoon. She had watched him eat it with interest, of course, and he had actually cried. It had been so good. He wanted to be so good for her, too. He needed her love and attention. He needed to do whatever she told him to. 

Better than Dr. Anderson. The man seemed to have it out for Alpha-2, setting him to train until he passed out or taking away meals from him for not doing good enough. Nothing like the gentle and loving Dr. LeAnne. 

No, Alpha-2 hated Dr. Anderson, and he badly wanted to strangle the man. He only just resisted most days because of the promise Dr. LeAnne made him. She would let him kill his tormentor. He just needed to be patient. And he would be ready. 

He slid out of his bunk and got on the floor, running through another set of pushups and situps even though he was so sore from his training it felt like his muscles were on fire. But he pushed through it, embracing and becoming the pain. He would be good enough. He would kill Dr. Anderson. He would recapture the asset. He would excel at everything Dr. LeAnne put before him. Be the perfect weapon. 

Still, something nagged at him. Something he couldn’t remember. Something that coated his limbs with gel, soaking him with sound and loneliness. Something-

A scream split the background noise in his mind, leaving him breathless on the floor, nails dug into his rash. A voice pleading, begging for relief. Someone screaming for help and then-

Alpha-2 blinked. What was that? Who was that? They sounded so scared. His heart ached for them. If he wasn’t so wrapped up in his own quest he would have found some way to help them. Was that it? His mind wanted him to remember some guilt for not being enough?

No, it wasn’t that, but he couldn’t think of what it could be. And at the end of the day, it could have been his own scream. Stars knew he had screamed plenty before his mental training was complete. 

And he would likely scream more. He still had mental training ahead of him that he would have to complete. 

Though, Dr. LeAnne said it wouldn’t be so bad. It was supposed to give him back some of his mental sharpness. It would organize the confusion that the first one had caused and he would be fine. No more of these late night musings and confusion. He would sleep peacefully again. 

He looked forward to it. He hoped the training took away this nagging feeling. It left him restless and nervous, jumping at small sounds and straining his mind when he was supposed to be paying attention to orders. A split attention would spell death for him on missions, that he knew. He was supposed to be focused, trained on the objective. 

And the objective now was to sleep. He supposed he could give it a try and get some practice in for when his training was complete. 

He got back into his bunk and curled up under the blanket, forcing his eyes closed. 

The echoing sounds from the jar wouldn’t leave him, bouncing around his brain like a screen saver. 

A screen saver? On a computer? When did he last use a computer like that?

His mind wouldn’t go back past the training in that room, strapped to a chair for what had been forever, it seemed. His whole life even. Perhaps he was born in that room. 

No, be quiet. Be quiet. It’s time to sleep. He should be sleeping so he was rested for the training Dr. LeAnne would be doing with him tomorrow. She said something about memory games and testing for bad memories. He hoped it wouldn’t be unpleasant. And that she had more apples and peanut butter. What he wouldn’t do for peanut butter. 

Quiet! Sleep! He was supposed to be sleeping!

The noise was still as loud as ever, and his desire to think on top of it to try and drown it all out was too strong. 

Before he could lose himself to another spiral, however, he heard the click of the door lock. 

He was sitting on the edge of his bed without thinking, his arms folded behind him and his eyes vacantly directed towards the wall across from him. 

The door opened and Dr. Anderson stepped in, eyeing him with a good amount of disdain and disgust. 

Alpha-2 happily imagined skinning the man alive before gutting him like a pig. 

“Alpha-2. Come with me.”

Alpha-2 got to his feet without a thought, following Dr. Anderson with his back straight and his arms still folded behind him. 

Down the long hallways they went and into a training room. A small one that smelled like blood. 

There was a dead body hanging with a hook through its hands. 

Dr. Anderson lifted the head up by the hair, watching Alpha-2’s face for any expression. “Thoughts?”

“Neutralized, sir,” Alpha-2 replied simply. 

“Look closer.”

Still dead, Alpha-2 thought to himself, feeling alive again, feeling more normal now that he had something to focus on. 

The body was fresh, the face a rictus of horror and exhaustion. The skin was flayed, nose broken, feet crushed. Tortured. 

He studied the face. Maybe this was the start of his memory tests? Did he remember this face? 

He stared for a long time, studying the bridge of the nose, the freckles, the cheekbones. That nagging sensation grew stronger and he thought he heard a whispered voice through the noise in his head. 

“If the boss isn’t busy tonight, we should all go out to the bar. You know, the hidden one on the East side.”

And then it was gone. The words stayed, but they meant nothing to him. Just a sense of a more peaceful time and the scent of bourbon. 

He shook his head. “Familiar, sir, but I do not remember this man.”

Dr. Anderson’s face took on a darker cast. “Familiar?”

“Yes, sir,” Alpha-2 replied, unable to lie to one of his masters. 

“Familiar is too much,” the scientist hissed. “We’ll see if we can’t beat that out of you.”

The door opened and he was grabbed, but he didn’t fight. He couldn’t fight. Not yet. Dr. LeAnne told him to wait. 

He was hauled off to another quiet room, a chair waiting at the center. 

He was sat in it, his legs tied to the legs and his arms bound heavily behind the chair. 

The guards stepped back to either side of the door as Dr. Anderson grabbed something from the corner of the room. He curled his lip at Alpha-2 and said, “I am the one in charge here, you hear me? I know Dr. LeAnne has some plan with you, and I intend to make sure you never betray me.”

Dr. Anderson stepped forward, pulling a cart from the shadowy corner behind him. There were all manner of devices on the cart. Of these, he picked up a syringe full of some orange substance. 

He plunged it into Alpha-2’s leg before going back to the cart. 

Whatever was in the syringe strung as it traveled up and down his leg, forcing his muscles to spasm with so much pain that Alpha-2 only just barely kept from yelling out. 

He gritted his teeth, sweat breaking out on his forehead and it didn’t stop there. 

The waves of pain spread up through his body, stronger and stronger, causing his breathing to hitch uselessly as his diaphragm spasmed, unable to scream now that he actually wanted to, his chest hurting as it made its way up and down farther. His toes and fingers curled, cramping horribly as his head twitched back into the chair, bruising his crown as his jaw spasmed. 

Then, just as it consumed his whole body, cramping every muscle he had, it faded. 

He gasped for breath, sweet air traveling to his lungs, blood trickling from his lips where he accidentally bit off the tip of his tongue. 

“That is only a taste,” Dr. Anderson said with a patronizing smile. “I have a whole trial of them I can show you. I’ve watered them all down, of course, so they only last for a few moments rather than the hours they normally would. I’ve been meaning to test some of them for a while now.”

He walked around to Alpha-2’s blindspot. “Now, I need you to understand that I am only doing this so you know what you will be facing if you betray me, understand? All this and more until you’re only good as an organ donor for our other projects. You are not as important as Dr. LeAnne thinks you are, understand? And even if you were, I have full access to you. I could do this to you every night, if I wanted. And none of it will ever leave a mark.”

Alpha-2 shuddered. The pain was so awful for only those few moments. Hours would surely kill him. How would he breathe? His heart would give out. Nevermind what else Dr. Anderson was going to give him. 

“We have a long night ahead of us,” Dr. Anderson pointed out. “And I have quite a few vials here that we need to test out. Let’s get started.”

Part 13

Fallen taglist: @looptheloup @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @snakebites-and-ink @starsick1979 @galaxyofwhump

@scatteriskity

[jdoesea]

Scarlet Blossom

Starwood Technologies, gleamed with lights and signs. From down the hall, with many small offices with people folding papers. Stuffing folders. High heel stable steps down the carpet, to a sectarian. "Hello, Emily, is the boss in?" A pretty woman with glasses, a scar on the right side; the bridge of her nose stopping at her jawline.

Emily nodded, "Yes, he is. However, I would be careful. This is one of THOSE meetings. Please sign to enter."

The woman signs, holding a folder close to her chest. Inside, a long table of businessmen. At the very end, an old man gestured to the statistics of the businesses and low and high results. "Is there anything you need, Lauren?" His face narrowed, his tone cold. The businessmen glance at her.

"It's in, sir." Lauren held up the closed folder, the folder's name EGG. Charles annoyed expression brightened into a smile.

"How's the subject?" A scientist blurred from thick pixie glass.

A woman at the terminal taps the keys, "They have been doing very well. However..." She gets cut off.

"No. We can't afford any waiting. Not with this deadline coming up. One of the bosses pet's are coming." The scientist sighs heavily, scratching his head.

"I see. Well, here's the test results." A drawer opens, she handed over a folder to him. He opens it and walks away.

The woman steps closer to the pixie window, pressing her hand on it. Stepping from the cell, subject 1-01 unknown as Scarlet Blossom.

"You doing ok, Blossom?" Her voice was muffled.

"Hm. What was all that about, Lily?" Blossom had undistinguished appearance of masculine and feminine. Long crimson strands, their hair reaching the thighs. Holding a horse plushie close to them.

"There's gonna be more tests in the next couple of week's Blossom..." Lily leans her head onto the window, sighing loudly. "It's gonna hurt Blossom. And I won't be there as much as I would want too, I'll try too. Be strong, Blossom." She steps back, and heads into her lefts direction.

Blossom turns back, going to sit down on attached bunk bed to the wall.

Blossom is followed alongside four armed guards. Being pushed by amateur scientist, Blossom's limbs are stripped down to rolling walker. Rolling Blossom into a white highly technological room. Having Blossom was guided to be sat in a leaning chair, being stripped down. Needles are pressed in, the screen turns on.

The scientist clicking on the keyboard, a young man with Quiff haircut. He glances over, hearing the door open his eyes narrowed as Lily came in. Medium aged woman, wavy hair to her shoulder with a hair pin of a flower.

"You are?" Said the scientist.

"I'm here to administer the process." Lily walked to table of tools. The scientist glances at the two gaurds infront of the door. Giving a slight nod of confirmation.

Blossom eyes watched him, "Lily! Run!" One of the gaurd took out a syringe and injected a serum. Lily, used a sharp scalpel to stab his leg. And threw a jar containg dark colroed liquid at the other gaurd. She quickly runs out, stumbling around.

The scientist, grunts loudly, "I have to do this quickly." He clicks quickly, the machine taking blood out of Blossom, which becomes translucent. He brought out a remote, and clicking a button or two. He fired bone projectiles at the scientist striking his wrist. "Augh! You little-" He backhands Blossom, he clicks the remote and the facility shuts down. He took the vial and ran out from the room. Alot of panic and screaming happened.

Blossom struggles from the restraints, gritting their teeth. Lily, soon come in, and unlocks the restraints. "Blossom are you okay?" Her hand were shaking.

Blossom nods, "Yeah. He ran out with a vial of blood."

The door opens with those in white clothes, the other subjects. "The other subjects are loose..."

"Treated us so little. With your efforts, did nothing to help. Slow and deliberate." There was 5. She unlocked the final restraints, Blossom put her behind them.

"It's the scientist favorite pet." Subject-23.

"Stand down." Blossom stood infront of her.

One of the subjects shot a lighting blast from their palm. Going through Blossoms chest and striking Lily. Blossom held their hand out, and threw a orb that exploded in bright light spreading sparks everywhere.

Blossom turned to Lily, her chest burned showing the bone. However, to her sides were bullet wounds. "Lily! No..." Placing each of their hand on the wound and burn mark.

Lily, grabs their wrist. "No... Let me rest. I have been tried for too long. For me." Her hand touches Blossom's face clipping on the flower hair pin, "For me. My Scarlet Blossom." Blossom, let's her closes her eye's.

Blossom shoulder get grabbed and thrown into the wall, cracking it. "This bitch got what she deserved." Said the ring leader.

Blossom, appeared behind them and drove their hand through their back. Hardening in defense, "It's gonna take more than that, boy."

"I'm no boy. I'm your god." The skin hardening, soon soften. The hardening skin became transfered to his arm. He pulls the spine out. "You will be under me, run like a coward. Or end up like him." Blossom tossed the spine. The other subjects majority kneeled, one ran away.

[slifarianhawk]

Chapter 28: Choices

Once we were clean I gave Albert a kiss on the cheek hopping out of the shower. I put on a starched white lab coat as well as a midnight black tank top and leggings. I gathered my belongings and threw on a pair of black tinted shades similar to the one Wesk normally wears. With a quick jog, I placed my old clothes into a locker and headed toward the containment chamber.

"Are you ready dearheart?" Albert asked resting his hand on my shoulder.

"Yes, just shaking off some rust. I have a plan you go in first and introduce yourself to them. Dr. Cordell and the rest will follow suit. Maybe Galeforce will be here in time to help."  I said placing my purple sunglasses in my lab coat pocket.

"Fine just be sure you keep your emotions toward him front and center. It will be a while before you can deal real damage to him." Wesk said handing me a black briefcase, "These are the vials of your blood and several vials of opioids I have a rough idea of where you are going with this but I will follow your lead lotus."

I smiled gently sighing, "What intel do you need my beloved Albert."

"What did Sergei do to you exactly, dearheart? Even if you were Alistar this would of happened either way. The files you gave me were redacted from Sergei's hard drive. Those were secrets he took to the grave. I am sure Cordell is the only other person who knows." He said stroking my cheek.

"And the wife is just collateral, or in this case our key, my love," I smirked wickedly.

"Then let us begin dear heart."He walked through the door of the containment room.

"Thaddeus, where are we?" The wife asked blindfolded as Albert stood between the tied-down love birds.

"I don't know but no matter what happens to me you must not say a word especially not to this traitorous cockroach." Dr. Cordell snapped at Wesker.

"Now Thaddeus that is no way to speak to a former colleague." He said removing his sunglasses.

"So you are a freak! Just like your wife. I miss watching her squirm every time I brought you up. She was loyal to you till she wasn't Tabitha anymore. All that remained was love for those wasted assets Alistar and her son. All she was, was agent seven hundred forty-eight. Lord Vladimir's prized bitch." Dr. Cordell laughed.

I zipped over and punched him in the nose sending his head jarring back, "You should check your facts, Cordell. This man is no freak but a marvel of the natural world." I said setting down my virus vials and torture kit.

"That voice has changed but it's unmistakable. You did run back to him my greatest creation. Just as lord Vladimir said you would." Thaddeus laughed louder.

"We will see how long you're happy for. Something you didn't realize is I'm the sole person with the angelis samples and I have seven. ." I said pulling off the shades, my eyes flaring blue, "After all you never told me what a lovely wife you have Thaddeus."

"You wouldn't! After all, you preached about not being like lord Vladimir. You have turned into a creature more vile than him. You would infect someone completely innocent. "  Cordell shouted.

"Turning on your creation Thaddeus such a shame. My wife is a goddess who you created. You should be proud and I would not speak too much, after all, my darling lotus never experimented on anyone." Albert said walking up to me and stroking my cheek.

"At least before I was infected. I'm going to make you tell me everything you and my rat bastard uncle Sergei did to me." I said cutting the wife's shirt and bra off, "And maybe she will receive my mercy. Which was a luxury you and Vladimir didn't grant me. Albert, please hold her head down. I have syringes to prep."

He smiled wickedly, eager to play in my game of chess against Thaddeus, "As you command, lotus.".

I opened the case and prepped the seven vials of my blood. I didn't have to worry about blood rejection. I was a universal blood donor and the Angelis virus was most easily transmitted through blood. With grace and agility, I assembled the needles with their blood cartridges.

"I am ready to begin Wesker. Keep her pinned, love. These won't be too hard to do." I said walking up behind the wife.

"Please don't do this seven forty-eight. Kathleen had nothing to do with what I and Sergei did. If you do this you WILL be just as bad, if not WORSE than Colonel Sergei." Cordell shouted as I stabbed six of the syringes between the ribs on the back and the last one into Cordell's wife's neck.

Pressing the plunger down, the wife begins to have a seizure. The signs of viral rejection were starting. She wasn't a match. Smirking I turned to face Thaddeus, "Tell me what he did he made me into."

"ALRIGHT I WILL TALK!!! JUST STOP THIS!!! I'M BEGGING YOU SEVEN FORTY-EIGHT NO LADY TABITHA!!! PLEASE DON'T MAKE THIS SITUATION LIKE WHAT WE DID TO YOU!!!" He pleaded like a dog before me.

"Oh don't worry Thaddeus, it'll be nothing like that. unlike you bastards I have mercy in me," I said pulling out the needles.

"Vladimir made you a sleeper agent that's all I know after he infected you he had me track your mental progress and he programmed a chip and planted it in the 'r' in your Sergei scar. I have the message on a pendant in my belongings your people took from me. It explains everything." Thaddeus said crying staring as his wife started to growl and lurch forward.

I smirked and undid her chains. Her skin was now a ghost white matching her eyes, " Such a pity no match at all don't worry Dr. Cordell I'm sure she'll recognize oh wait that's only for Equinoxal and Arch Angel, not B.O.W.".

"YOU BITCH!!! YOU LYING BITCH!!! KATHLEEN STOP IT IS ME YOUR THADDY!!!" Cordell screamed.

With a smirk, I went equinoxal shredding the lab coat with my wings, and simply looked at the wife. Pointing at Dr. Cordell was all I needed and she bit down on his neck causing him to scream out in agony.

"Sorry Cordell. It appears I am my husband's wife after all." I said motioning for Albert to grab the pendant, "Just as bad, worse, don't make me laugh. I am a Phoenix. All I leave is a burning wake of destruction and I will always keep coming back to do it."

While Albert was walking over to the briefcase in the corner of the room, I reverted from my mutated form the wings and excess bone shattering into ebony-colored obsidian. I pulled my samurai edge from its holster with an ammo mag in it. I loved this gun, it has gotten me through a lot of hard times. I aimed and shot Mrs. Cordell in the head. her brain and coagulated blood splattering across the doctor and the white concrete floor. I secretly flicked on the safety and placed it in front of Cordell.

"Now we both are broken and had some of the things that mattered the most to us ripped away. For me, my daughter, my son as well as my brother, and my sister were taken. For you, you lost your career, became a wanted fugitive always on the run, your research being used against you and now you learn actions have consequences." I squatted down next to him, "I put her out of her misery as an act of mercy to you Cordell. Now you have three choices. Number one, you kill me with my gun. Number two join us and work to fix what you did. Then number three is, you kill yourself with my gun. I think you know the smart option."

He lunged for the gun and pointed it at me, "You! You are just like your damn uncle. all business and no mercy. Now I'm going to enjoy putting you down like the bitch you are."

I smirked and started waving as Wesker dashed over and ran his arm through Thaddeus Cordell.

"That woman you call a bitch is a goddess you filthy cur and you are just a waste of our precious time. You can die just like Sergei and Spencer." Albert said dropping Cordell's corpse on the floor.

"Here is the pendant my lotus," Albert said Cordell's blood dripping on the pendant.

"Blood sample recognized, thank you for your service Umbrella researcher Cordell." Red Queen's voice rang out.

"No, it can't be," I said Vladimir's figure appeared as a hologram,

"My anemone, agent seven forty-eight. This will be my last address to you. Your cockroach has found us and I'm sending Cordell out with this message." The hologram spoke.

Albert placed his hand on my right shoulder, "I'm here for you this time my love."

"I know, I just have a bad feeling," I said worriedly pulling away.

"You will avenge Umbrella my tsennaya suka," Vladimir spoke with erie joy.

"tsennaya suka,"  I repeated ringing in my ears as I fell into darkness.

(Wesker's P.O.V.)

"Now agent seven forty-eight, Umbrellas anemone, squash that cockroach like you should of on Rockfort Island."

"Yes, Colonel." My lotus spoke and walked over to her torture kit.

"I'm sure you are watching comrade. I warned you Umbrella wasn't going anywhere. She was my backup plan from the beginning." Sergei laughed, as my lotus picked up her scalpel and turned to face me, "Now choose comrade living another day or killing your precious lotus. End transmission."

Sergei vanished. His last words awaken the sleeping monster inside Tabitha. The B.O.W called agent seven hundred forty-eight.

Her blue eyes were like ghostly hallows of themselves. She quickly stepped towards me her blade tucked under her right index finger.

The next thing I see is a blur of black and red slamming into Tabitha. The speed was immense even topping my own. The blur slammed her onto the floor. When the blur stilled it revealed a young-looking male with black hair with deep red highlights. He held her in an advanced sleeper hold, somehow managing to get behind her.

The man quickly grabbed a syringe from his belt and jammed it into her neck. She elbowed him in the plexus and flipped him over, "Damn you agent nine seventy-one."

She dropped to her knees clutching her neck, the male sped behind her again resuming the sleeper hold, "T look who you're targeting."

She opened her eyes and for a moment she regained her sense of self, "Alb...Albert.".

"That's right the man you love. now rest it's time I got that damn chip off your spine." He said completing the sleeper hold as he gently laid her on her back.

He stood up and looked around at the containment chamber.

"Damn, I've been gone for three months, I knew I'd find a mess when I got back." The man said turning toward me revealing a light blue and a dark green eye.

Then I recalled what my dear lotus said when we entered the containment chamber.

"Late again Chambers or has Rebecca not instilled manners in you yet," I spoke crossing the room and picking Tabitha up bridal style.

"Sorry boss, bitches love guys who are fashionably late." Gale Chambers said shooting the pendant with Tabitha's samurai edge, "Let's get her to medical so I can get the last remnants of that bastard Sergei out of her."

Well there we have it. Hope everyone enjoys the new chapter and character. Next chapter will be out soon. My name is Silfarianhawk and I'm not so far away

[audioaujom]

Day Seventeen, Zac

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Welcome back! Things escalate... again. Well, again again. And in a decently graphic way. Things are not fun. At least... things are not fun for these guys, especially not for Zac. Things are super fun for me lol

Word Count: 1434

Chapter TWs: Human Experimentation, Non-consensual Drug Use, Violence, Psychological torture, Torture

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It was an odd experience for Zac to not hear the door open.

His mind was too busy pulsing with the beat of the static for the footsteps approaching him to register, either. Empty eyes blinked up at the two men standing above him, only sighing softly as they pulled him up to his feet.

Truthfully, he was tired. 

The jarring mix of sounds outside the room caused a new wave of pain to explode through his head, nearly collapsing in their arms again before—

“Zac?! Finally, I can reach you again!”

Emily… The thought he sent back through the now familiar connection was weak, but he could feel relief from her flooding in as he replied even as the headache was nearly unbearable.

“Are you okay? They said… you told them I was talking to you. That it was your idea.”

Yeah. I can take it. He asserted with more confidence that he actually felt, letting himself be dragged rather quickly down the hall. Are you all okay?

“Not really, but… We’re more worried about you. If what they're doing to you is anything like what they're doing to me—”

What? The first sensation beginning to return through the numbness in his body was rage, slowly curling his fingers into fists and releasing them as the three of them came to a stop. They said they’d lay off of you.

“They did lay off a little, but it's not much better. I don't know why you're surprised they lied to you.” Emily’s scoff was humorless even as the connection quickly began to wane, Zac finally able to lift his head as one of the two scientists let go of him, a very stupid idea suddenly occurring to him as he managed to stand solidly on his feet again. “Please be careful. Things are much harder when we can't talk with you.”

Then I'm terribly sorry for this. Zac apologized as he lost her completely, feigning his complicity until the other scientist came back over, reeling back and punching him hard across the face. The satisfaction only lasted for a moment before the other man tackled him to the ground, obviously startled. They very clearly weren’t expecting any type of resistance from him, him kicking out with his legs enough to get the guy on him off and roll over onto his back, narrowed eyes tracking both figures in the room as he scrambled back up to his feet.

“What’s wrong with him?!”

“Hell if I know! We’ll need to sedate him!”

“Well, now, I don’t know about that…” Zac backed away from the closest one as he lunged at him again, a quick glance over his shoulder spotting the door he came in through.

Okay, this is clearly a poor time for an escape, but…

Hooking a leg around the wheels of a nearby push cart and kicking it hard at the scientist who picked up a mysterious syringe, Zac easily toppled him over as he turned and sprinted for the door and slammed it open in the hospital-like hallway outside.

“Call security! He’s getting away!”

“Catch me if you can!” He called back into the room, spotting an empty hallway as three slightly more armed scientists appeared out of a room a little too close for his liking, taking the chance to bolt off away from them.

A concerned “Zac?” sounded just a little too loud in his head above his thundering footsteps as he was briefly in range for Emily again, but chose to ignore it as he tried to figure out where in the complex he was and where he could go from here. 

I can’t dodge them forever.

He didn’t make it far down the hall before he heard three sets of footsteps running after him, skidding a little as he rounded a corner and—

Two sharp prongs pierced through his back, sending a paralyzing jolt of flowing electricity through every single one of his nerves, his body locking up and refusing to respond as he stiffened and fell to the floor with a strangled cry of surprise. The single instant it took for him to fall and land on the tile felt like an hour, the world blurring around him in slow motion before the incessant pain stopped and he could finally breathe again.

The reprieve was momentary, several pairs of strong arms grabbing at him at the same time before he could even twitch again, glaring up at them as he tried to regain enough control of his limbs to pull away. No amount of struggling got him even an inch away from the guards who held fast to him, their grips tight enough to bruise as he tried to dig his feet into the floor to slow them down even momentarily. 

The original two scientists were ready the instant he was back through the door, guiding the others to pick him up and roughly set him down on a metal table in the center of the room. He glared up at them as intensely as he could muster, hoping his frantic thrashing would delay them for even a second. “I’m not making this easy for you anymore.”

The two original scientists shared an unreadable look, shrugging as they came over to help the other three tighten rough straps around both his wrists and ankles, pinning him down further with two extra straps over his chest and legs that dug uncomfortably into his skin as he still tugged against them with a low growl.

“Geez, thought we’d finally broken him in.” One of the two muttered to the other who laughed quietly, threading a hand through Zac’s hair to pin his head down, yanking it harshly off to one side and bringing the syringe from earlier up to the exposed flesh of his neck.

Zac gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, unable to keep himself from tensing up as he felt the needle pierce the side of his neck, a chill seeping into his body instantly from the injection site before they pulled it out and let go of him. “You’ll never be able to.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

His exhaustion came back at full force, his arms the first to fall still even as he desperately tried to keep the numbness from stilling him completely.

Shit, shit shit shit shit shit—

His head thudded back against the table as he was no longer able to keep it up, every inch of his body tingling with sharp pins he couldn’t shake off, body slowly seeming to fall asleep even as he managed to keep his eyes open to try and watch the two above him as they talked in hushed scientific jargon that slowly turned to a swirled mush in his head. His adrenaline waned quickly, pain blooming and itching from everywhere as he could now only watch what went on above him. The drugs in him were distracting, him able to feel the slight burn of the uncomfortable substance in his bloodstream move alongside his blood even though he was completely paralyzed, feeling as it circulated his entire body over and over. Their continued chatter around him was so unbearably loud in his ears that it was wordless, his eyes blurring as a scientist hovered over him with a scalpel in hand.

The first burst of pain from the blade slicing a thin cut up his exposed forearm had Zac wishing he could scream.

There was no outlet for the pain, all the more enhanced by his own senses and inability to move. He was still and silent even as his body screamed to yell, or cry, or trash, or anything. The lights turned blinding as the noise around him turned to static, black spots and floaters swimming faster with every second the drug coursed through him, feeling every prickle and jolt of them pulling back the skin on his arm as if it’d been amplified tenfold. His head spun from the constant pressure of all of the overwhelming sensations, stuck staring at the ceiling above him as his body was torn between trying to stay conscious for his own safety or letting the pain completely take over and pass out.

However, when they'd finished with his arm and pulled his shirt up to make a new incision in his chest, the stabbing pain from the scalpel breaching the skin over his ribs shut his brain off completely in an inescapable shock of agony. In an instant the bright lights above him blurred to a hot, white mess, and everything turned black.

[futureboy-caseyjones]

It takes a bit after that by that point Casey had become lucid again

*The door unlocks and opens*

*Zeller walks in with a short woman in a lab coat with a straight honey blonde bob*

"Doctor"

Agent

*She looks over at Casey and frowns* That's a child.

"It's a scientific anomaly, Katrina"

Normally, I'd believe you but that is a human child

"That human child fight against those things and survived"

I don't like your tone

"Did I say you could speak?"

You didn't say I couldn't

*The man scowls* "You're lucid enough to talk you're lucid enough to start"

*Katrina sets down the jar and steps away*

"Doctor take a blood sample"

*She gives the man a look and takes the chilled equipment from him* ...

*She wipes it off with a cleaning cloth and approaches*

*Casey struggles against the restraints*

Please, hold still

You're trying to stab me!

"It'll hurt less if you stop moving"

*Zeller gets fed up with his squirming and grabs his arm holding it in place* Thank you

*She inserts the needle and he yelps*

*She pulls the plunger until the syringe is full*

*Casey glares at her as her removes it*

"Take him to his cell"

What!?

*Katrina walks back to the table and sets down the needle*

*They quickly get to work cautiously removing the latches and cuffing his hands together and dragging him out*

*The outside hallway is white, and mostly empty, artificially lit to compensate the lack of windows*

*They take him down the hall and after a while they start passing rooms with signs*

*Labeled with letters and numbers*

*"M-49" the room is empty*

*"M-24" is covered in dried blood*

*"A-19" has a figure in the corner facing the wall, rocking. Suddenly the head turns towards them, yellow eyes snapping open and Casey jumps*

*"A-15" is empty and the door opens and when he's thrown inside it locks and the men disappear from view*

*Casey looks around then down at the cuffs and tugs them* What is happening?

[thatweirdbitchjax]

Why are you leaving me? Have I not done enough to prove I love you?

Character: Jordy Stevens

Ship: Jordy x Reader/Jordy x You

Fandom: slasher-jax(he's my oc)

Warnings: Yandere behavior, blood, gore, kidnapping, drugs, bro's a vampire and a yandere yall, hair pulling, emetiphobia, he speaks Spanish from time to time (key at the end)

Jordy yelled after you, the crumpled body of your ex laying at his feet with two puncture holes in their neck, blood spewing from said holes and pooling around them. He thought you would understand. WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?! He did this for you, for both of you. That jackass was just in y'all's way of being together.

"NO! Por favor, don't leave. Please! I don't wanna hurt you, I swear!"

Jordy sighs as you continue running, eyes flashing crimson as he chases after you with supernatural speed, grabbing you just before you reached the door. His hand knotted itself in your hair, pulling you tight against his once warm, now cold chest. He slapped a hand over your mouth before you could scream, a soft whimper escaping you instead.

Jordy drug you carelessly threw the hallway, leading you to a surgery room. You were beginning to wish you had never agreed to come to this stupid abandoned hospital with him. As you both turn a corner, an old scalpel embeds itself into your Achilles, ripping a scream from your throat. He looks down at you before making a mental note to fix that later. In a last ditch effort to escape you dug you nails into his hand, causing him to yell in pain and drop you, only for a second though, to check his hand. He slowly walked up to you as you tried crawling away, your left leg now parallelized keeping you from standing.

He grabs you by the throat, not hard enough to choke you, but just enough to keep control of your body. He pulls you into the surgery room finally. The room looked like any other room in this abandoned hospital, just a bit cleaner. In one corner there was a rolling cart with clean tools on it, in another there was a cozy looking hospital bed. They only abnormal thing about this room was the titanium leg clamp that sat next to the bed.

Jordy tosses you on the bed gently, grabbing your leg before you can even try to get away. He clamps the unharmed leg in the clamp, walking away as you try to pull yourself out of it. He flicks a light on, allowing you to see the room better. The floor was caked in blood and in a corner were several dead bodies, all at different stages of decay. The bodies were all mangled together, their jaws broken and their eyes plucked out. In the other corner sat the eyes, all placed in jars and the jars stacked on top of one another. Jordy looked at you sadly, the scar on the right side of his freckled face ever more visible. He shook his head as you began screaming again, hoping for someone, anyone to hear you. He sighed before walking up to you, holding a syringe filled with a clear liquid.

"Lo siento, mi amor. I did this for you... all I wanted in return, was your love."

Jordy said, sticking your neck with the syringe, shooting the liquid into you. You felt the effects right away, your eyes getting heavy. The last thing you felt and seen was Jordy's cool lips against your forehead, and his, once ice blue and brown, now crimson eyes staring down at you sadly.

Key: Por Favor/Please, Lo Siento/I'm Sorry, Mi Amor/My Love

^Jordy Sevens

^Pre-Vamp Jordy

Jordy belongs to me, he is my own oc/persona. This work is an original work. Artwork does not belong to me. Art came from this picrew.

@zeroisreallygood @th3r4t48 @puppet200

[not-so-bad]

"Mr. Lee, please keep your arm still."

Anatoliy has been trying to get an adequate amount of blood from the elderly man's arm for the better part of half an hour. Arthur Lee's veins are thin and are making Anatoliy's job highly difficult — his shift is supposed to be finishing in 15 minutes.

"But the needle hurts," Mr. Lee complains, moving his arm away. "Can't you use somethin' else for the tests?"

"Sorry, Mr. Lee; this is the only way to get an accurate result," Anatoliy complains, calm and factual. "You've been I'll for months; we need to know what's going on to let your doctor know."

"I thought you were my new doctor," Arthur asks questioningly.

"No, I'm the nurse." He says, though he seems distracted — he's finally found a visible vein and the conversation seems to keep Mr. Lee relaxed.

"Oh. So is my doctor still– uhm..."

Anatoliy chimes in. "Dr. Alnes?"

"Yes, her! She's delightful, where is she?"

"She doesn't do bloods, sir," he says, slowly inserting the needle into Arthur's arm, watching his reactions to see if he notices.

He doesn't. "Ain't that a doctor's job though?"

"Nope — healthcare assistants and nurses," he explains. "Most of my job is bloods."

"Oh, okay. You ain't very good at this, are you?"

"Well, I've just taken yours." Anatoliy shows him the syringe filled with blood. "Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Lee. You'll get your results next week." He empties the jar into a small jar before taking off his gloves and beginning to pack his things away.

"Wait–" Arthur looks at the jar before looking over at Anatoliy as he speed-walks around the room. "Where are you rushin' off to?"

"Picking up my daughter from school," he mutters, picking up his bag. "If you need to contact me, ask Allison at the front desk for my work number. Goodbye, Mr. Lee." It's the last thing he says before jogging out of the room.

He's clearly a little stressed.

[razieltwelve]

Catnip (Final Rose)

“Professor! Something is wrong with Blake! Help!”

Vanille glanced up from her experiment as Ruby’s panicked voice came through her scroll. “Is it really urgent, Ruby? I’m in the middle of something. If this is about Blake eating one of your cookies -”

“NOOOOO!” Ruby wailed. “Just... just get here right now, professor! Please!”

Vanille turned to Professor Cuddles. Her loyal hamster was watching the experiment intently. “Can you keep an eye on this? If anything goes wrong, just hop on the big red button over there.”

The hamster nodded and moved to stand next to the button.

X     X     X

Vanille took one look at Blake and covered her face with one hand. “I’m going to guess that she didn’t read the instructions properly.”

Blake turned, a feral gleam in her eyes, and lunged at Vanille. The fox Faunus dodged the attack, pinned Blake to the floor, and flicked her wrist. A gun-like syringe appeared in her hand, and she jabbed Blake in the neck with it. The cat Faunus went limp immediately.

“Okay.” Vanille picked Blake up, took a moment to judge the distance, and then tossed her lightly onto her bed. “She should be fine when she wakes up, which should be in three to four hours.”

Ruby, Yang, and Weiss all gave sighs of relief. From the looks of things, they’d been trying to wrangle Blake without much success.

“Um... what was wrong with her?” Weiss asked. “One moment she was fine, and then she went crazy.”

Vanille went over to Blake’s desk and picked up a jar of pills. “It’s because she was mixing these with...” She moved the stuff on Blake’s desk around until she came up with another jar of pills. “These. There are clear instructions on both jars to not mix them. They’re in larger font and bolded, but some people just don’t read instructions even though they’re supposed to, and I told her multiple times to not mix them.”

“What are those?” Yang asked.

“One of these is to help manage some... issues that Blake is having as a young Faunus.” Vanille was not about to tell them that the pills were to help suppress Blake’s raging libido due to hormonal changes inherent to her cat Faunus nature. The worst of it should be over in a month, so she didn’t see the point in embarrassing Blake any further. “The other pills are basically there to help her deal with the migraines she gets from making too many clones at once. Her Semblance is adjusting, so it shouldn’t be too long before the headaches go away. For the time being, though, the pills will help.”

“And taking those two together made her crazy?” Yang asked.

“Yep.” Vanille sighed. “Hmm... can you girls tell her what I just told you? I’d rather not have to come back up here until my experiments are done.”

“What did you inject her with?” Ruby asked.

“It’s a catch-all drug disabler. It uses nano-machines keyed to a variety of different chemicals to basically block and reverse the effects of a whole heap of different drugs. It’s also mixed with a sedative, so whoever I inject can sleep off the worst of the backlash.”

“And you just carry one of those around with you?” Weiss stared.

“I carry a lot of things around with me.” Vanille walked over and patted Blake on the head. “Be nice to Blake. She’s got a lot on her plate.” She picked up a post-it note and wrote something on it before putting it on Blake’s head. “That’s just in case you forget to tell her. I’ll be going now. I’ve Professor Cuddles watching my experiment.”

“Is... is he qualified?” Weiss asked.

“Nope. But he’s heavy enough to hit the emergency stop button and smart enough to know when things are going wrong.”

[pigeonwhumps]

Rebellion

Whumpmas in July: Day 12 + Survival Skills #4

Whumpmas in July masterlist

Survival Skills masterlist

@whumpmasinjuly

Whumpee attempts to refuse further tutelage from Whumper. It doesn't go well.

842 words

CWs: Non-con drug use, buried alive, panic attack

“No.”

Whumper stops, whirling around to face Whumpee, face like thunder. “I beg your pardon?”

Whumpee swallows. They’re so close to giving in but no. No, they can’t. They can’t take this anymore. They’ve been here for months and Whumper won’t stop torturing them while insisting it’s teaching. Last time he put them in a rope trap while ’teaching’ them how to keep rubbish away from wild animals. They were stuck upside down for hours with a leg that hadn’t quite healed yet. They can’t do it anymore. Whatever the consequences, they have to refuse.

“I said no. I won’t take your hand. I’m not subjecting myself to your insane torture disguised as teaching anymore. I’m done.”

Whumper raises an eyebrow. “You are, are you? And how do you propose to leave? If I remember correctly, the last time you tried, you got lost. Do you really think I’ll let you go?”

“I know you won’t let me go. You can torture me directly if you like. But I won’t take it as part of some lesson anymore.”

Whumper crouches down in front of them, looking Whumpee directly in the eye. “Is it too much for you? You don’t think you’d survive in the wild? You’re giving up?”

“You just want to torture me! This has fuck-all to do with me surviving, stop pretending it does! I can’t take your duplicity anymore!”

“So you are giving up? Think very carefully about your answer, Whumpee.”

“Yes!” Whumpee cries. “If that will get you to just torture me straight, yes!”

Whumper sighs mock-disappointedly, pulling out a familiar syringe, and Whumpee yells, struggling against the hand holding them down.

“In that case, you’re dead.” And he depresses the syringe into Whumpee’s arm.

_

When Whumpee wakes they’re lying on hard-packed earth, twigs poking into their back.

And they’re alone.

They try to move before Whumper gets there but their arms won’t budge. It’s like something’s holding them there. They curl their fingers, trying to feel–

Canvas. Oh. A straitjacket. And their ankles are tied together, they can’t–

“Ah, you’re awake.” Whumper stops at the edge of their sight, leaning on a spade. “You know, I should keep you like this more often.”

“Fuck you,” spits Whumpee, trying not to think about what that spade could possibly be for. Whumper tuts.

“Don’t particularly fancy it, thanks. Now hold still.” Whumpee glares as Whumper lifts them over his shoulder, holding them so their face is pressed against his back, and starts to walk. “You know, when someone dies in the wild you have to bury the body so animals don’t find it. Now, you’re not actually dead, but since you refuse to let me teach you it won’t be long. Might as well save some time, hmm?”

Whumpee’s breath hitches. No. No. “Whumper, no, please! You can’t!”

“You’re the one who wanted out,” he says calmly, setting Whumpee down in an earthy hole, “so this is what you get.” Whumpee tries to move their head away but Whumper holds it down, affixing a transparent mask over their mouth and nose. As soon as Whumper releases them they shake their head, desperately trying to dislodge it.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Not if you want to breathe at all down there.” Whumpee stops as Whumper holds up a tank, placing it next to them in the hole, and they notice the rush of oxygen for the first time. “Better. I also don’t know how well it’ll work in loose soil so this’ll be a learning experience for both of us. I’ll come and check on you in a few hours. See if you’ve changed your mind about me teaching you.”

Whumpee closes their eyes as the first clump of soil hits them in the face. The thuds are jarring, and it gets heavier, soil covering them, pressing them down, forcing them to take shallow breaths. And then all sounds are muffled, and they’re alone.

_

In, out. In, out. Regular, steady breaths, chest pushing up against the damp earth. In, out. Ignore the tickling of the soil against their eyelids, the press against them. Just breathe. In, out. It’ll be over soon.

_

It’ll be over soon.

_

It’s too much. They can’t do this. They claw against the inside of the straitjacket, thrashing as best they can, trying to get out but they can’t move, can’t get away from the earth that just falls and falls, forcing them down, they can’t even open their eyes, they’re suffocating even though they know they’re breathing, it’s not enough air, they take short, fast breaths, unable to stop, God they’re going to die here, oh God–

_

It has to be over soon. Please, God, let it be over soon, let Whumper come back soon, don’t let him leave them to die.

_

Digging. A spade hitting earth. The weight lifts and it gets lighter behind their eyelids and they open their eyes as the mask’s pulled roughly away.

“Well?”

“Please...” they pant weakly.

“Please what?”

“Please... please teach me.”

And Whumper smiles.

[djarinsbeskar]

PREQUEL ARC: PART 1 - THE DAGGER

A/N: I come bearing a brainchild. One I love deeply but am unsure of how it will be received! Straight off the bat I had planned for this to be something that satisfied those Din cravings we’ve all been having through a healthy dose of smut on the regular. BUT I wanted some background? Some context?? In my head we’ll have a few interactions i.e. chapters before the events of The Mandalorian and then kick off all guns blazing. Therefore, this pilot chapter is short, slow, and not a lot happens. (I should be in sales obv) but let’s get the ball rolling and see where it takes us!

Pairing: Din Djarin/Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)

Warnings: Language, slight detail on wounds and their treatment.

Summary:  You encounter Mando suffering one misfortune after another.

AO3 | Stitches Masterlist | Main Masterlist

6ABY, Derelkann, Klatooine.

The first time you met him, he’d been caught with a dagger laced with raquor’daan venom.

You had been locking up the side entrance to the voluntary medical center you spent your time at while on Klatooine when there was a resounding clatter. One of the many piles of discarded junk was toppled by an armored leg; equally armored arms braced by the side of the center while the imposing cut of the figure steadied himself. You could just about hear the labored pants, distorted by the modulator of his helmet; a sound familiar enough to you to know it wasn’t from exertion, but pain. Once you’d determined he wasn’t an immediate threat, weighing the possibilities as quickly as you could, you walked deeper down the alley towards the male. It was dark, the only light coming from the streetlight at the front of the clinic and that which was reflected from the man’s helmet but still you went. 

“Are you hurt?” The helmet snapped around to stare at you and you immediately held up your hands, instinct screaming at you that to startle this man would be like cornering a cantankerous reek during mating season: a bad idea. 

An even worse idea when you realized that your cornered reek was Mandalorian.

Even though you couldn’t see his eyes through the tinted t-visor, you could feel them on you; watching, calculating, assessing what danger you might pose all in a split second before he pushed himself from the wall with a grunt.

“This is a clinic?” He rasped, your eyes instantly following his left hand as it moved to grip above the dull grey tasset that protected his right hip. Trying to smother the pain with pressure, or stem blood loss. You couldn’t tell with his glove and the dark duraweave in the way.

“Well?” He bit out impatiently, jarring you back from trying to assess him from a safe distance.

“Oh, oh yes, yes this is one of the New Republic’s medical outreach centers in the Outer Rim. Please,” you indicated to the door for him to follow you but instead his visor tipped to the left and right marginally. You frowned; he was trying to avoid being seen. Was he wanted? After six months on Klatooine, you had learned to stop asking questions of your patients, so you said nothing. Neither did he as he walked towards the door you had been in the process of locking.

You kicked back into gear. Even though you had mentally unwound for the evening after a twelve-hour shift, you were quickly able to refocus your mind and sped up to keep pace with the Mandalorian. A task, he would probably hate to know, that wasn’t as difficult as it might have been if he was unharmed. His movements were stiff, and it was obvious that he was trying to force his body to walk fluidly despite the obvious pain it was putting him in.

The side door opened onto the main corridor that encircled a number of examination rooms, operating theatres and wards, all pointing inward so that the same power generator could be used for the entire clinic from where it sat in the center. A common feature of New Republic operations; efficient and cost effective if not always the best option. It explained why it was so dim, despite being an all-hours clinic. If they put the majority of the technological functions of the center to rest at night when it wasn’t busy, there were less fear of it being temperamental during the day. Or Maker forbid, a full power outage.

Opening the door to the closest examination room, you quickly pulled off your jacket and tossed it onto the nearest unused flat surface, pointing to the exam table in the corner, “Sit down before you fall down. A diagnostics droid will be here in---”

“No droids.” He hissed; his helmet once more twisting to glare at you even as he lowered himself heavily to sit on the table.

“No droids? Look, the quickest way---”

“You do it. I don’t want any of those things near me, got it?” His words were slurring slightly, and any argument died on your tongue when you realized trying to argue your case was just going to waste time. He was losing consciousness.

You knew you could treat him without the assistance of droids, it was more for convenience and time. But even still, you had spent four years as a combat medic for the Rebel Alliance on the frontline, you knew a thing or two about getting things done quickly.

“Belt. Tasset. Off. Now.” Was all you said as you got down to business and pulled one of the drawers to the side open. You pulled a pair of gloves on before you flicked the examination light on, the sudden glare hurting your eyes momentarily as you approached the large warrior on your table.

“Don’t make me tell you again.” You warned as you adjusted the settings on the light to focus itself to the optimum location for you to get a better look. The duraweave above his armor was dark, blood no doubt but it looked dry. You could feel your skin humming with the anxiety of not knowing what sort of injury was waiting for you underneath that gloved hand but knew better than to try to remove the armor yourself. You might not be a Siniteen, but you weren’t stupid either, to try remove a Mandalorian’s armor without permission.

You could hear the heavy exhales from him through his nose as he pointedly stared away from you, as if his sheer willpower alone would be enough to deter you from your demands.

“Fine.” You bit out and immediately slapped the hand covering his side, the added pressure making the man grunt and his hand instantly retract from the contact on instinct before growling at you in an unknown tongue.

You tuned him out as you lifted a side of the single tear in the duraweave to reveal an angry and inflamed cauterized laceration, the swelling alone telling you how botched the job was. But it was the faint black veins that were slowly growing from the point of contact that worried you. You’d seen this kind of wound before, on Sriluur. It was commonly used in gang warfare that had engulfed the planet since the fall of the Empire.

“Fucking hell, what idiot cauterizes a poisoned wound?” You muttered to yourself, feeling around the edges of the gash lightly and earning a shaky exhale from your patient.

“Are you calling me an idiot?” The Mandalorian bit out as he turned his helmet to look down at you again, his hands fisted at the side of the table. The jolt of pain had revived him slightly.

“If you’re the one who cauterized it, then yeah. I’m surprised you haven’t already killed yourself accidentally with this level of carelessness.”

You stood before the warrior could respond but you heard his snarl through the modulator as you quickly began grabbing the supplies you’d need.

“I’m not going to tell you this won’t hurt because honestly, it’s going to massively suck. It would have been bad enough if you’d shown up with an open wound infected with raquor’daan poison, but we’re going to have to reopen yours if we want to be able to extract the poison.” You threw a sterilized scalpel into the metal pan that hovered beside you, along with gauze, several saline syringes and bactaspray before you walked back over to him.

The armored warrior said nothing and stared at you, a flash of awareness running through you suddenly; that he could so easily kill you, wounded or not.

The silence stretched for several long seconds before the Mandalorian reached down to unbuckle the utility belt around his waist unhurriedly and dropped it beside him so that it wasn’t in either of your way. It was a blatant challenge when he leaned back on his hands, his visor staying trained on you as you narrowed your gaze; the belt could come off, but the tasset stayed on.

In another situation, the act might have been almost erotic, with his fingers unbuckling the belt deliberately slow as if daring you to speak to the contrary. Silent, yet commanding your undivided attention as he made himself comfortable on the table. But alas, the man in front of you was poisoned and that tended to skew the situation away from sexy.

You arched a single brow, picking up the scalpel as you accepted the proverbial gauntlet thrown to you.

“Buckle up, pal.”

***

You were a demon. Hell spawn sent to torment him in his dying moments, doomed to have no peace before the end.

At least, that’s what Din told himself as you set the wicked sharp blade of the scalpel against his skin. The skill with which you sliced open the recently closed wound before he could even blink was both inspiring and chilling. He didn’t know what he expected a medic on Klatooine to look like, but it certainly wasn’t you. You looked much too soft, too young but the unwavering focus in your gaze as you gently pulled the seams of the wound apart told him of an inner steel.

His inner lamentations over demonic medics and soft eyes distracted him fabulously from the pain of the wound he’d received on Sriluur while picking up a quarry up until the hellion squeezed one side of the wound, making him shout at the blend of white hot agony and surprise at which the pain came.

“Fucking hell!” he growled, shifting under your ruthless touch.

“Stop moving, Mando. The poison needs to be pulled out and since you don’t want droids we’re doing it the old fashioned way.” You didn’t raise your eyes to him, even as he glared daggers at the top of your head, a hiss of pain leaving him again as you pressed along the exposed flesh towards the edge of the wound again, his head spinning at the expelled blood, the crimson laced with inky black.

A moment of relief followed as the medic cleaned the wound with the saline solution before she wiped it down and repeated the process of squeezing the poison out followed by a clean.

“Almost there… hang in there. You’re doing great.” Din rolled his eyes behind his helmet; the generic medical praise made his stomach churn. It was obvious you had slipped into autopilot, rehashing the same comments that made most patients relax while you shifted to try get the opposite edge. This one being significantly more difficult to clean as the piece of armour that he had flatly refused to take off, was making it awkward to move around.

“Son of a druk throwing skrog!” If he wasn’t in pain, he’d have chuckled at the absolute filth coming from your mouth, putting a pirate to shame while you blew a few stray hairs that had fallen from your tie and into your face during your attempts to shift yourself to better clean the wound. As it was, he just leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling, reciting the Creed in his head to distract himself.

He couldn’t decide if you belonged fighting in a shady cantina or leading a triage camp on a battlefield. All he could determine, was that you had a mind that didn’t falter at the lack of technology or use of droids (a rarity these days), you had a mouth that’d make even Paz Vizsla blush and the spine to tell a Mandalorian to remove his armor without the least bit of hesitation. In a word; you were dangerous, and Din never saw the need to experience more danger than he already did, thank you very much.

He tilted his head when he heard you release a breath and sit back on your haunches, running the back of your hand across your forehead, eyes bright as they looked at your work. In what Din could only explain as being delusions brought on by overexposure to raquor’daan venom, a moment of attraction flashed in his mind, kindled when you looked back up at him before he wrangled the feeling away.

Dangerous. Definitely dangerous, he warned himself heatedly.

***

You let out a sigh of relief when the blood from the Mandalorians wound ran clean. It wasn’t a definitive answer to whether you had gotten all the raquor’daan venom out, but it was the majority. At least now you could sleep easy knowing some bactaspray would be able to handle the rest.

You rinsed the wound once more with saline and dried it gently with a clean pad before spraying it generously with the bacta.

“Now then, at least I can say a Mandalorian didn’t die on my watch.” You commented cheerfully, your more easy-going side surfacing now that the immediate danger had been dealt with.

The warrior was silent above you as he watched you peel open a bactapad to cover the wound for extra protection.

“Don’t cauterize it again until you’ve given the bacta at least eight hours with direct contact. That should kill off any of the poison I may have missed and will keep it sterile.” Pushed yourself to your feet, pulling off the stained gloves and throwing them into the pan to be disposed along with all the soiled gauze and pads you had used.

“You’re looking for light pink at the edges.” You told him as you continued to clear up your supplies, “If it’s still angry and swollen at the edges after twenty-four hours you’ll need to return to a medical facility. But I’ll throw in some antibiotics, so you hopefully don’t have to, raquor’daan venom is potent after all. I wouldn’t take any chances if you’re going to say you think it’s overkill.”

You smiled as he lowered his hand, having lifted it to interrupt you, no doubt. You could hear him grumble a bit while he pulled his belt back around his waist, grunting softly as the weight settled on his hip.

“How does it feel?” You probed from the sink, turning your head to look at him as you washed your hands.

“Better.” Was all you got from him but from what you could tell, he was a man of few words anyway.

You nodded and turned back to turn off the tap and started measuring out three days of antibiotics, keeping him in your peripheral as you saw him get to his feet, rolling his shoulders back and turning to look at you.

“Thank you. I appreciate the help.” He rasped awkwardly, obviously not accustomed to actually being helped in these kinds of situations. He fished out a pouch of credits when you approached him to hand him the antibiotics, causing you to frown.

“These medical centers were set up to offer free medical care to those that need it.” You mentioned as you moved out of his way to lean against the table he had been sitting on not five minutes prior.

“I… can only offer you my gratitude then.” He said, nodding to you once more before heading towards the door.

“One more thing Mando.” You called as he opened the door, the beskar helmet turning slightly to indicate he was listening,

“Try not to get yourself killed by accidentally sealing venom into your body again, yeah?”

You laughed at the indignant snort that left the man as he left without a word, his voice trailing back as he walked away,

“If I do, I know where to go.”

And with that, he disappeared back the way he came, no indication that one of the fiercest warriors in the galaxy had even been in your examination room.

He was like a tornado, arriving and disappearing in a flash, the wreckage left behind not immediately obvious but when you would look back in the years to come, you’d laugh at how naïve you had been to think you could assist a Mandalorian and still remain an insignificant player on the grand stage of the galaxy.

[seehowsupplethespineis]

A Knock Out Predicament (Chapter 5)

(Climax time, folks! Breakdown and Starscream come charging to the rescue, but could they be too late?)

(Summary for entire work: It’s been a few months since the butchers at M.E.C.H. stole Breakdown’s eye, and Knock Out is still seething. An accident involving a clumsy Decepticon commander and a jar of synth-en may just push him over the edge.)

(Warnings: unconsciousness, panic, rage, just a smidge of blood (energon), some bad humans die)

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4)

What did I do this time?

An answer wasn’t forthcoming. In the haze, he found nothing firm to grasp onto. It was that strange dream-like state between consciousness and sleep. As someone who was used to slowly awakening in the med bay, this state was quite familiar to Starscream. Still, usually he could pinpoint what he’d done to upset Megatron. Maybe Megatron had rattled his head too much this time.

“Starscream!”

He knew that voice. Breakdown. The assistant was probably tending to him while Knock Out…

His optics snapped open just as Breakdown took him by the shoulders and started to shake him.

“Gah! Stop it!” Starscream batted his servos away, “I’m awake.”

The sudden movement made him flinch and he lifted a hand to his face, only for his digits to come back stained with his own energon.

“Knock Out,” he growled.

“What happened?!” Breakdown prompted.

“What do you think happened?!” Starscream snapped irritably, “Your oh-so-precious doctor knocked me out and went to fight M.E.C.H. himself!”

Breakdown struggled for words, “But…But…” he shook his head, “He told me he wouldn’t!”

“Yes, well, evidently you were deceived,” Starscream hissed, “Welcome to the Decepticons!”

No longer listening to him, Breakdown stumbled away from Starscream to lean briefly on a nearby table. His gaze slowly traveled to the empty syringe where the synth-en had once been. The uncertainty in his one-eyed gaze didn’t waver, but he straightened all the same.

“We have to go after him.”

“We?” Starscream echoed incredulously. As if he would stick his neck out for that traitorous medic a second time!

“Please,” Breakdown rounded on him again, “I’ve faced M.E.C.H. before. They’re smart! They know how to take us out without even being seen!”

“Is this you trying to convince me?!”

“Yes!” Breakdown cried. There was something so completely helpless in his gaze. Starscream didn’t think he’d ever seen the blue warrior look so scared before. No, not scared: terrified. Starscream knew what it was to be terrified. For once, he was not pleased to see it in someone else.

“The odds are better if there’s two of us!” Breakdown continued, “That way if one of us goes down, the other at least has a heads up!”

Breakdown was terrible at convincing, yet Starscream found himself convinced, if not because of the speech, then because of the lingering guilt in his spark that wouldn’t stop screaming that this was all his fault. Scrap! When had he started to care about such nonsense?

“Fine!” he rose to his feet before he could think better of it. With one digit, he swiped the remaining energon from his mouth, “Let’s go save your precious partner.”

The ground bridge control room was a tad further than the energon vault. This time, Breakdown didn’t pretend he wasn’t in full-blown panic mode. Vehicons leaped out of his path as he barreled past. Starscream hurried a few paces behind, as evidenced by the rapid, heeled footsteps following him.

“Slow down, you buffoon” he hissed as Breakdown nearly trampled an unsuspecting trooper, “Do you want the whole ship to know what we’re up to?”

Breakdown didn’t reply. Images of Knock Out in the clutches of M.E.C.H. flashed through his mind, each more horrible and graphic than the last. He needed to get to him. That single-minded thought powered him as he redoubled his speed. Starscream heaved a disgruntled sigh but said no more until they reached the transporter room.

Upon entry, Breakdown promptly paused in the entrance, mouth opening but finding no words. There was a curse behind him as Starscream met with his unyielding back.

“I thought we were in a hurry!” The commander shoved past Breakdown before also freezing, “Oh, scrap.”

Two Vehicons lay sprawled on the floor. Starscream cautiously moved closer to inspect them as Breakdown moved toward the ground bridge, his one-eyed gaze still fixed on the fallen troopers. Had Knock Out really…? He shut down the thought. Knock Out wasn’t himself. Whatever he’d done while in his synth-en haze couldn’t be held against him.

Still, he couldn’t help sagging in relief as Starscream straightened.

“They’re alive,” he sounded just as relieved, “Thank the Allspark.”

“Didn’t know you cared,” Breakdown said weakly as he turned his focus to the bridge. It was still open, since there was no one on this end to close it.

“Of course I care!” Starscream came to stand beside him, “Megatron would have snuffed out my spark if he learned I had anything to do with the deaths of two of his troopers.”

Breakdown was barely listening. He stared into the swirling green and purple of the bridge.

“Come on,” he started forward.

Starscream seemed hesitant, “Shouldn’t someone stay here to, uh, man the controls in case something happens?”

“Rescuing Knock Out is more important right now,” Breakdown growled, “I’ll need your help.”

“Who says he even needs rescuing?”

With one foot in the bridge, Breakdown briefly turned back to look at his commander. Starscream’s wings drooped under the intensity of his stare.

“Knock Out is my conjunx,” his voice was low, but somehow it carried enough force to make Starscream take an involuntary step back, “I am not risking his safety for the sake of your cowardice.”

The words came from somewhere deep within Breakdown’s spark. He couldn’t stop them, even as he knew that provoking a superior officer was not the wisest course of action. However, he couldn’t find it in him to care. Knock Out was worth whatever punishment he may receive. He’d take it gladly if it meant his conjunx’s safety was assured.

He stood tall as Starscream stared at him with wide, disbelieving optics. Eventually, though, something in his gaze caved as his glare returned.

“You lovesick fools will be the death of me,” he mumbled as he followed Breakdown into the ground bridge.

Wordlessly, Breakdown raced through the tunnel and emerged inside a dark forest. He didn’t need to turn around to know Starscream was right behind him.

An electrical glow lit up the darkness beyond the next hill. A scream split the air and Breakdown’s spark seized as it pierced his audio receptors.

“Knock Out!” he started running, ignoring Starscream’s cries for him to stop. Those M.E.C.H. butchers had Knock Out. They’d hurt him. He was going to rip them apart.

Something slammed into him from behind. Unbalanced, he crashed to the dirt.

“Stop!” It was Starscream. Roaring in outrage, Breakdown swung his arm around, just barely missing the commander’s terrified face. He may have dragged Starscream along as back-up, but if he was going to keep him from Knock Out after that scream he’d just let out-

“Listen to me!” Starscream cried shrilly, jarring Breakdown from his haze, “There are perimeter alarms.”

He pointed somewhere off to Breakdown’s right. Following his arm, the blue mech at first didn’t see anything. After forcing himself to calm down enough to focus, he spotted a flash of red amongst the leaves of a nearby tree.

Transforming his fist, Starscream destroyed the device with a well-aimed blast.

“If you’d set that off, they’d have known we were coming,” Starscream pushed himself off of Breakdown, his breath ragged despite not being hurt, “We’d have been ambushed, too.”

As the information sank in, Breakdown found himself exhaling shakily as he clambered to his feet. Every fiber of his frame still ached to rush to Knock Out’s side, but he was clear-headed enough to understand he couldn’t go charging in, not if he wanted them all to get out of this in one piece.

“Thanks,” he breathed. He’d been indebted to Starscream once before, but this time was different. This time, Starscream’s actions had saved Knock Out.

The commander seemed strangely resistant to the gratitude, “Just don’t go blundering off again. And keep your eye out for more alarms.”

Breakdown complied, moving carefully and swerving his head this way and that to check for more alarms. The slow pace was agonizing, especially since he could now hear the humans yelling and machinery moving. Knock Out hadn’t made a sound since he screamed. He’s just unconscious, Breakdown repeated to himself over and over, He’s fine. We’re almost there.

They’d destroyed five more alarms before they at last reached the crest of the final hill. There were several dozen M.E.C.H. agents below. Many of them sat behind massive energy weapons, all trained on the Decepticon lying motionless on the ground. Smoke emanated from Knock Out’s still frame. He lay with his back to the ground, and even from up here, Breakdown could see the flickering glow of his green optics.

The time for stealth was over.

He let out a massive, rumbling roar as he charged down the hill. Every M.E.C.H. agent quivered with the force of it and could only watch in horror as Breakdown descended upon them.

The humans fled screaming as Breakdown tore into their weapons with both his hammer and his fists. Hunks of metal rained down around them and more than a few found themselves unable to dodge in time. They were utterly powerless. Breakdown had never felt such savage pleasure in all his long life. Finally, these brutes would pay for what they’d done to him.

As soon as he had that terrible, vengeful thought, he felt himself still. He held an energy weapon brandished over his head. All the M.E.C.H. agents not dead or injured were retreating into the trees. He knew they couldn’t get far.

But he hadn’t come here for them.

Letting the weapon fall to the ground, Breakdown hurried to kneel beside the real reason he was here.

“Knock Out?” He slipped an arm beneath his conjunx to sit him up. Knock Out didn’t reply. He was completely limp in Breakdown’s grasp.

“Knock Out?!” He tried shaking him. When that did nothing, he lifted a trembling servo to cradle the medic’s face. His green optics still flickered. Each time they went black, Breakdown’s spark seized a little more.

He told himself he was being irrational, that Knock Out would wake up and be fine, but his optics went black again and Breakdown felt as if a chasm had opened beneath him. He needed to do something but he didn’t know what. He would have cursed his uselessness if he could focus on anything other than the pure horror overtaking him.

Breakdown barely noticed when Starscream joined him. The commander didn’t kneel and the blue mech could see his heels shift nervously.

Breakdown tried again and again to get Knock Out to respond. At some point, he’d resorted to shouting, his broken cries echoing among the trees. Starscream tried to tell him to quiet down but Breakdown didn’t listen.

“Knock Out! Knock…” Nothing was working. Knock Out’s optics lingered on black too long. Breakdown couldn’t bear it any longer.

He hugged his conjunx to him with all the fierceness he was renowned for. If he were awake, Knock Out would have complained that his finish was being scuffed and told Breakdown that he’d have to buff it later, which Breakdown would happily agree to. But Knock Out wasn’t awake. Maybe he never would be again.

A servo grazed his right shoulder. For a few seconds, he thought he’d imagined it. When the servo moved to cup his face, Breakdown allowed it to drag him out of his dark thoughts, grounding him in the present.

He was kneeling on the ground, Starscream in front of him, and Knock Out…

Knock Out was gently running a servo across the side of his face. His optics still flickered, but now the green didn’t fade into that awful, empty blackness. Now, Knock Out blinked at him with familiar red eyes.

“Breakdown,” After trying to get Knock Out to respond for so long, finally hearing his voice filled Breakdown with such joy that he thought he might burst. Instead, he sagged against his conjunx, suddenly feeling completely spent yet impossibly whole.

“I’m sorry,” Knock Out said weakly.

Breakdown just held him tighter.