#let her destroy the topsiders PLEASE
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vole-mon-amour · 2 months ago
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Jinx with a flag in the s2 intro as if she's leading a revolution. it should have been her and Fishbones against the topsiders. it's the Zaunites and topsiders. it's basically expectation vs reality. oh, what they took from us (and her).
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merxcywritesthings · 2 months ago
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𝐹𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑆𝑘𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝐵𝑙𝑢𝑒
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A/N: I am filled with angsty ideas, you guys to need recommend me some fluff! Anyway, I figured I would write about Jinx next, since i wrote about Vi.
TW: Death, Hallucinations, Guns, Accidental Murder.
Word Count: 1.4k
Reader is Female
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You were always there for Powder.
From the moment you two stumbled into each other’s lives as kids, scuffing your knees and laughing through the grime of Zaun, you knew she was special. Powder, with her bright blue hair, endless dreams, and that mischievous light in her eyes—she made you believe in something more. Maybe it was the way she rambled on about her silly inventions, or the way her hands danced when she explained her wildest ideas, her voice full of hope. Or maybe it was because you saw her as she saw you: someone who wanted to belong.
You loved her. Even as kids, it was there, silent but true. Not that you ever said anything. How could you? She was Powder, your Powder. The girl who wanted to ride a blimp and touch the clouds. The girl who dreamed of the topside skies.
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Then it all fell apart.
You remembered the smoke, the shouting, the chaos that swallowed your home whole. Vander was gone. Vi was gone. And Powder…
No, Jinx.
They said she vanished. They whispered about the girl with the bombs, the one who burned bright like a firework and destroyed everything in her wake. The Zaunites called her a ghost, a demon, Silco’s pet monster.
But you couldn’t accept that. You couldn’t believe it.
You spent weeks wandering through the debris-strewn streets of the Lanes. Every alley, every shadow seemed to hold a trace of her. You heard whispers of Silco, of strange explosions, but none of it led you to her. The places you once played together—the old sewer tunnel, the abandoned warehouses—were empty now, silent ruins filled with ghosts.
The nights were the worst. You’d sit under the broken pipes of your hideout, staring at the dim glow of Piltover above, wondering if Powder was watching the same light. You whispered to the darkness, hoping she might hear you. “Come back, Powder. Please.”
But there was only silence.
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Months became years, and time changed you. The streets taught you how to survive, how to scrape by when the world turned cold. You worked odd jobs, scavenging parts from scrap heaps, running errands for merchants who barely paid you a coin. But you never stopped dreaming for something better—not for yourself, but for her.
You still saw her sometimes, in glimpses. A flash of blue down a crowded street. A laugh that sounded just like hers, only to turn into static when you followed. You knew it wasn’t real. She was a ghost now, the ghost of your Powder.
And yet, you pressed on. You worked harder, pushing yourself through the grime and the hunger. You told yourself it was what Powder would’ve wanted. We’ll go live topside with Vi and Vander, we’ll make something of ourselves she would say tinkering with her latest invention. And you tried.
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Eventually, you saved enough to get out of Zaun—even just for a little while. The topside was everything Powder once described to you, from the clean cobblestone streets to the strange, humming machines in Piltover’s marketplace. You marveled at it all, feeling out of place yet unable to tear your gaze away. And that was when you saw it: a blimp soaring high above the streets, its silver hull gleaming in the sunlight.
You’d promised her once. We’ll ride one together someday.
It hurt, but you paid what little you had for a single ride.
When you stepped onto the deck, your heart pounded. The wind whipped through your hair as the blimp climbed higher and higher, leaving the city behind. Below, the sprawling streets of Piltover gave way to clouds, soft and endless.
It was beautiful.
You closed your eyes and let yourself imagine that she was there beside you, her small hand in yours, her face full of wonder. “See, Powder? I made it. Just like you wanted.”
The words were stolen by the wind, but you hoped she heard them wherever she was.
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It happened on a day like any other.
You were wandering through an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the Lanes, searching for scrap to sell. The air smelled like rust and smoke, and the metal creaked beneath your boots. It was late in the evening, the shadows long and the silence unnerving. You had learned to tune it out over the years—the way Zaun felt like it was always waiting to swallow you whole.
Then you saw her.
A flash of blue.
You froze in place, your heart slamming against your ribs. At first, you thought it was just another hallucination, a cruel trick of the fading light. But then she moved, the unmistakable sound of footsteps echoing across the concrete.
Your voice caught in your throat. “Powder?”
She turned, slowly, and for a moment, your world stopped.
It was her—and yet it wasn’t. The girl you remembered, the girl you loved, had changed. Her hair, once braided carefully with your help, now hung in wild, tangled strands. Her clothes were a chaotic patchwork of leather and belts, torn and smeared with soot. Her eyes… they weren’t the soft blue you remembered. They glowed pink, sharp and unnatural, like embers left too long in the fire.
Her gaze settled on you, and she tilted her head, smiling in a way that didn’t feel quite right. “Haven’t heard that name in a while,” she said, her voice sing-songy, almost mocking.
Your chest tightened. “It’s you,” you whispered, tears pooling in your eyes. “It’s really you. I thought you were gone.”
The smile widened. “I’m not gone. I’m just… better.”
“Powder,” you stepped closer, ignoring the alarm bells going off in your mind. You had to be sure. “It’s me. I’m here. I looked for you. I never stopped looking.”
Something flickered in her gaze—a hesitation, like she recognized you. But it disappeared almost as quickly as it came.
“Jinx,” she corrected. “That’s my name now. Jinx.”
The word made your stomach drop. You’d heard the name whispered in hushed voices across the Lanes. The girl with the bombs. Silco’s girl. But this wasn’t Jinx. This was Powder. It had to be.
“Powder, please,” you begged softly. “It’s me. Remember? I… I love you.”
Her smile faltered, and for the briefest moment, you saw her. Powder. The girl you shared everything with. The girl who promised you both would touch the sky one day.
You surged forward, wrapping your arms around her trembling frame. “You’re okay,” you whispered against her shoulder. “You’re safe. You’re home now.”
Then it snapped.
Her body went rigid, and suddenly you were shoved back, her strength far greater than you remembered. You stumbled, confusion turning into panic as you saw the wild look in her eyes—eyes darting around like they were chasing something you couldn’t see.
“No, no, no,” she muttered, hands clutching at her temples. “You’re not real. You’re not real.”
“Powder, it’s me!” you cried. “I’m right here! Look at me, please!”
Her gaze snapped back to you, sharp as glass. “Liar,” she hissed. “You’re one of them. You’re just like them!”
You opened your mouth to plead again… and that’s when you saw it.
The gun in her hand.
Your heart stopped. “Powder…”
“Jinx! It’s Jinx now!” she screamed, her finger trembling on the trigger. Her pink eyes flickered, caught between recognition and madness. For a moment, you swore you saw tears there, too.
“Please,” you whispered, stepping forward. “I love you, Powder. I always have.”
The words hung in the air, fragile and fleeting.
Her expression broke—just for a second.
Then… Bang.
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The world was quiet.
The pain was immediate and blinding, burning through your chest as you fell to your knees. You gasped for breath, your vision swimming with spots of color.
Jinx—Powder—stared at you, her eyes wide, her hands shaking around the smoking gun. The grin had vanished. In its place was horror, her lips quivering as she dropped the weapon to the ground.
“No… no, no, no…” she whispered, stumbling forward. “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t mean to!”
You tried to speak, but nothing came. The air was too thin, too far away. All you could do was look at her—the girl you’d loved since you were kids. The girl who dreamed of touching the sky.
Your vision blurred, and as the darkness crept in, you thought of the blimp. The sunlight. The clouds stretching out forever.
“For you, Powder,” you mouthed, your lips barely moving.
And then… nothing.
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Jinx sat there for a long time, cradling your lifeless body.
In the silence, the hallucinations whispered their cruel mockery. But for once, Jinx didn’t listen. She just stared at you, the only person who ever loved her, truly loved her, and wondered if she had finally broken something she couldn’t fix.
The sky, somewhere above Zaun, remained blue.
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lullabyes22-blog · 2 months ago
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Snippet - "Oh" - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO
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Vi finally gets her answers.
She likes not a single one.
Forward but Never Forget/XOXO
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"I'll not deny the war came at a cost. But don't pretend Topside would've let us go free without it. We could humble ourselves till the end of days. Stand with our heads bowed and our palms out, all please-mister-may-I-have-some-more?" His Jinxy falsetto bites like a lash. "They'd never hear us. They paint us as monsters and say we're heartless. But you know what? The so-called champions are worse. They can't even see what's so far below their mighty feet. The idea that they'd give us our freedom is a fantasy. It's not sustainable, Vander, and it will never—"
His words, hot, punishing, sluice over Vi.
She no longer hears them.
"Vander," she says.
For the first time, Silco's composure cracks. He falls back in his stool, jaw rolling as if against a punch.
"Vi," he corrects, with forcible calm. "Vi."
"You and Vander… talked about this?"
Silco says nothing. His slumped shoulders are the closest she'll get to a Yes. She stares at the white hooks of his knuckles against the black table countertop. She senses that is the only thing keeping him from overturning it, and destroying everything in the room.
Including her.
Instead, he withdraws his smoking case from his vest. A lighter is fished out. A cigarette is sparked. A jet of smoke is expelled.
The scent of brightleaf submerges the space. Heavily, Silco subsides in his stool.
"Vander," he says, "was the last person I had this argument with."
"Before you fell out."
The barest nod.
"What happened?" Vi's pulse throbs in her chest. "Please. Blut—Silco. Tell me. I have to know." A deep breath. "We both do."
"Both?"
"You and me. I've spent the last seven years in a prison of my own making. You're right, I—I don't know you. I don't know Jinx. Not anymore. But if I'm going to make a choice—forward, backward, whichever fucking way—I need the truth. What happened between you and Vander? It wasn't Bloody Sunday, and it wasn't the Day of Ash. So what the hell was it? Why'd you split ways?"
Silco stays slumped in his chair. The kitchen's luminosity makes a shadow of him. Smoke curls lazily from the cigarette between his fingers. The dimensions of the suite suddenly feel different to Vi. Like a waiting room—or an exorcism chamber.
She tries to shake off a chill.
"We split ways," Silco says. "Because of love."
"Love?"
"Love to me was revolution. A city without walls. A future moving forward—without forgetting. Love for Vander was safeguarding what remained. With the walls intact and his family inside them." His good eyelid shades. "His way of atoning for Lika's loss."
Lika.
Vi sits stunned. He's finally talking about Mom. Her and Vander. Together. Vi knows they were an item; she's got the story from Giz, and the proof from Silco's ledger. Yet the way Silco says the words:
His family.
Premonition bubbles in Vi's gut. She knows she should mistrust him. He is a consummate dissembler. Everything he says is rooted in an angle.
And yet—
"Did Vander make a promise to my mom?"
"Promise?"
"To protect me and Powder? I know they were friends. I know—" An inexplicable blush stains her cheeks. "I know about the affair. I remember the miscarriage. Did Vander take us in because of a debt?" 
Silco glances away. Two fingertips rub the scarred skin of his left temple. Between them, his cigarette smolders like a signal.
"No," he says. "No man honors a debt to a dead woman."
"But—"
"Love, Vi. That's all it was. Vander took the two things he had left of Lika, and did the best he could. You were the family he'd lost. The life he wanted. And to preserve it, he swallowed a hundred grievances, and played Topside's game. He demolished himself from a bonebeaker to a bridge. He thought he could be the middle ground. Or lay himself down as the stepping stone for it."
He sighs, and a bitterness crawls over his features. 
"Instead, he got caught. Between two ideals; two cities. And it tore him apart."
The chill creeps over Vi's flesh. She's not sure what to feel, beyond the reflexive disquiet of seeing your heroes in a light that's more human than ideal. Vander, a man who'd always seemed larger than life, reduced to a martyr. Mom, always so strong-minded, a victim of the fates. And Silco, a threat in every sense, the last one standing to tell the tale. 
"Is it true?" Vi whispers. "Did you kill my Mom?"
The veil of smoke parts a little. In the wanly-glowing kitchen, Silco's features regain an odd softness.  Blut, she thinks, resurrected on a shivering breath. Still handsome in that sharp, wolfish way, and still a bit sly.
Still as young as Vi's memory—and every bit as tortured.
"Vander," he says, "certainly believed so."
"But is it true?"
"Truth is the first casualty of war."
"Don't do that." Vi's anger rears. "Don't evade the question. Did you kill her?"
"Vi—"
"You did, didn't you?" Tears leap into her eyes, a fresh surge of betrayal. "She was in the way. So you offed her. And Vander saw it. That's why he's attacked you. Why he kept what you'd done a secret.  To the last, he protected your sins. Hid your dirty laundry from the Lanes. Because that's what a real friend does. A real father. Vander wasn't mine by blood, but he understood the cost of love better than you!"
The beginnings of banked ire in Silco's eyes bleed out. What's left is an unsettling innocence. Something Vi struggles to articulate, but recognizes on a level of instinct:
Dismay.
"Oh," he says.
"Oh, what?"
"You don't know."
"Know what?"
"The truth. About Lika. About Vander."
His voice holds an odd lilt, half-sardonic, half-something else. It triggers a queer fizz in Vi's belly: soda and ice, shaken until they're ready to explode.
"What?" she hears herself say. "What truth?"
"Oh, Pet. Poor Pet. So that's why—" He cuts himself off with a sharp sound. A laugh on its last legs. "Gods, you were so young. I'd forgotten. And Vander—the sentimental fool. He never told you. Maybe he knew if you learned the truth, the world would look different. Or maybe—you'd see him differently." The laugh hits a harsher register. "Kindred's bollocks, Vander. A coward to the last."
"Told me what?"
Vi is shaking. She's not sure why, only that there's icewater creeping into her lungs.
Half-fright, half-foreboding.
Silco's expression makes it worse. There's no mockery in it. Only a dark-eyed sympathy. As if the real enemy between them is ignorance, and he's not sure of his right to slay it.
Not in Vander's stead.
"If I tell you," Silco says, in the gentlest tone she's heard from him. "There are no takebacks. Do you understand?"
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imaginelegends · 2 months ago
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The Tale of Two Girls
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The story of the girl with blue hair and braids is a story about tug of war. She is Zaun in its entirety - vulnerable, hungry, creative, angry, blessed with prodigal intellect, terrified of abandonment, traumatized in thousand different ways, and caught between two equal, opposing influences.
Vander then Vi (and Ekko) wants the docile, sweet, toothless Powder who has never been hurt, and who if hurt would never bite back.
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Silco then Sevika (and Isha) wants the furious, violent, snarling Jinx who has been used and abused, who will avenge the indignities suffered.
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Zaun is the exact same way. Vander preached the path of peace and patience, if they are violated, they can never be violent. Silco preached the path of blood and bile, do not let them touch you ever again by any means necessary.
In the story of the girl with blue hair and braids, the two equal, opposing forces almost destroy. She was robbed of the chance to decide herself, due to a confluence of unfortunate events engineered by oppression. And presented with the chance to choose, she didn't seem willingly to do so independently - always seeking approval from one party or another.
In the end, Jinx was born on the last breath of Silco, a resigned acceptance at the loss of yet another loved one. This is also the story of Zaun - when faced with topside who only takes and takes and takes, why not become the criminal they already have you labeled as? Why not become the monster?
There doesn't appear to be a middle ground. There exists no timeline where Powder and Jinx could stand together. Fantasies of Powder would wipe her clean of any trauma - no hint of mental problems that would complicate her softness. Fantasies of Jinx would wipe her empty of any yearning for peace and play. Innocent Powder cannot have teeth. Demonized Jinx cannot have tears.
There were two Brief moments when Jinx was not pulled so radically between two forces. When Isha and Jinx were getting to know each other, when Isha didn't have demands for Jinx to become revoluntionary, when Jinx could do as she pleases, how she pleases (with a caveat of looking cool for the kiddo), then the girl with blue hair in braids could be stable. The second time was at the commune, with Vi's grudging acceptance that her little sister has changed, with less demands from her to have the idealized Powder (that she may or may not have crystallized in her head as a coping mechanism in prison).
Given the freedom to be whoever she is, however she is, warts and scars and all, there is stability. It ultimately centers around accomodating Jinx in all her complexity. She's never not gonna bite. She's never not gonna cry about it. It has to be on her terms. It can only be on her terms.
Ultimately, that has been the source of the girl's problems. No one could adequately support her given her various issues. No one could trust her with independence either. Again, this is a mirror of Zaun. The idea of aid without control simply wasn't a thing, even though it was the only thing that could soothe this girl and her undercity.
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meowdarame · 3 years ago
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atsumu’s grabby hands
pairings: atsumu x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns used)
warnings: NSFW, 18+ MINORS DNI!; fingering (f!receiving), pseudo-exhibitionism (???), implied actual exhibitionism at the end
notes: shoutout to everyone who voted for my fav scrub <3 likes and reblogs are appreciated!
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“your turet has been destroyed!”
the vibrant blue and green hues from atsumu’s double monitors are the only things illuminating his room. you’re fresh out of the shower, droplets of water clinging onto your skin and cascading off with each subtle movement. you undo the towel wrapped snugly around your torso, using the fuzzy material to dry off your neck and shoulders.
when you bend over to dry your legs, atsumu finally notices your presence. from your peripheral vision, you can see him sneaking glances at your completely bare figure, side-eyeing you in between frantically clicking away at his mouse. it isn’t until when you turn to face him that your boyfriend finally voices what he wants.
“c’mere babe.”
his hands are outstretched towards you, his palm opening and closing to signal that he wants something— a motion that you like to call “atsumu’s grabby hands.”
you drop the damp towel onto his bed and shuffle your way over to him. once by his side, his palm snakes up the back of your thighs before settling on your ass. he grabs a fistful of the flesh, kneading and massaging it with his eager yet skillful palms.
“okay ‘tsumu,” you chuckle, knowing that if you let him continue things would escalate very quickly. “that’s enough, get back to your game!”
suddenly, he wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you in one swift motion onto his lap. while one hand pinches your puffy nipples, the other lifts his microphone on his headset to mute himself.
“b-but your game,” you stammer, pointing to the screen in front of you and trying to alert your boyfriend that his character is about to die.
he doesn’t even glance at the screen before his hand slips in between your folds to collect your slick. “it’s okay, pretty. it’s my smurf account, i’ll be fine.”
his fingers begin to rub slow and sloppy circles around your clit, making you squirm in your seat for more friction. he smirks at your neediness but decides to take pity, so his movements become faster and the circles become tighter.
he nuzzles his face into the crevice of your neck, taking in a sharp inhale of your fresh and clean scent. “you gotta cum fast, okay baby? rin and ‘samu will get suspicious if i’m muted for too long.”
you nod your head, babbling, “‘m close ‘tsumu. please, wanna cum.”
his index and middle finger dive into your drooling cunt, finger pads massaging the ribbed spot on the topside of your walls while his thumb applies a constant pressure to your aching nub. you feel a heat bubbling in your tummy, and when atsumu starts littering your shoulder blade with wet, open-mouthed kisses, the coil in your abdomen snaps.
atsumu’s fingers fuck you through your high, letting you ride out your orgasm for as long as you wish. when the pleasure becomes too much, you push his hand away; he places the slicked-up digits into his mouth, sucking and cleaning off his fingers and savoring in your sweet taste before drying them off on his sweats.
he immediately turns his attention back to his game but lets you remain seated on his lap— it’s your favorite place to watch him play. you rest your head on his shoulders, and atsumu lowers his mic to talk to his teammates.
“so, how was fucking your girlfriend?”
you hear rin’s voice through atsumu’s headseat. even though he sounds disinterested, the shuffling you hear on the other end of the line tells you that he’s very much interested in atsumu’s answer.
“what’re ya yappin’ about, suna?”
“‘tsumu, we’re not fuckin’ dumb. we know that whenever ya mute yerself like that yer fuckin’ yer girl.”
osamu’s revelation causes atsumu’s mouth to drop. your boyfriend is a lot of things, but he’s not as sneaky as he thinks— even you knew that they knew, but you just went along with it because the thought of turning on your boyfriend’s twin brother and best friend excites you.
suna’s next words slice through the silence, “next time ‘tsumu, you should let us listen.”
atsumu opens his mouth to speak, but you quickly shut him up by planting your lips on his, kissing him deeply and drowning out any of his protests. you pull back only to readjust yourself on his lap, but this time you’re straddling his thighs and facing him. one of your hands sneaks down to the waistband of his sweats while the other raises his headseat mic to mute it.
“babe,” he breathily pants as your hand rubs his aching erection through the cotton fabric. “what’re ya doin’?”
“‘tsumu,” you coo, flashing him a sulty smile while your fingers twiddle with the hair on the back of his nape. “why don’t we give them a show?”
he squints at you, weighing your offer. after a few seconds, he smirks and shakes his head.
“yer a fuckin’ vixen,” is all he says before he lifts his hips to slide his sweats and boxers off while you lower his mic once more.
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bexatomarama · 3 years ago
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👏👏👏 I gotta hear more about synths in love please
Synths in love is my current no name Sunshine/X6-88 fic :sob: I'm mostly playing around with some flash back sequences of their time together in the institute, and their eventual reintroduction during the games main questline. Its mostly in X6's perspective and recounts his time alone within the institute following him helping Sunshine escape :3c
Basically, Father playing house making a synth of his deceased mother to care for the child synth he made of himself. Father discovers that the synth of his mother may physically resemble her but lacks any defining characteristics after a scavenged pre-war holotape of her is found. Realizing he won't get the response he'd have hoped for from the Sole Survivor he opts to just destroy the Nora synth and focus primarily on the child synth. The Nora synth, S1-13, has made quite an impression on the courser who found the scavenged holotape and he'll do everything in his power to get her topside and as far from the institute as possible. : D
It was a waste.
That’s why he was doing this, shepherding the Mother from her would be sterile white tomb. A mausoleum of sleek design, clear glass and bone white metals. Father had regarded her with such disinterest, no, distaste, once more information surrounding the pre-war woman came to light. Nothing more than a reflection held aloft within the Institutes stainless walls. A flaw, a failure.
A defect.
“Where are we going?” The woman, the Mother, asked, a gentle tone runneth over with a child’s curiosity. Everything was a delight, some wonderful new experience to enjoy for the first time.
The two synths meandered within the ancient casing that surrounded the heart of the Institute. Warm oranges melding with rust brown and slick oil. Antiquated machinery and furniture that could only ever be described as kitsch. Rats in the walls, scurrying away from a very hungry cat.
“I was asked to chaperon you on an excursion topside,”
A bold lie. Especially considering the two would not be teleporting topside, too risky. He can’t let her be caught. There was too much at stake.
Those large green eyes caught his gaze past his sunglasses, and he feared for a moment he’d been found out.
But no, never, S1-13 trusted X6-88. Her eyes crinkled in barely constrained delight.
“Oh! I’ve always wanted to explore topside! Father never lets me join the others on their journeys up top!”
She trusted him blindly, she always had. He isn’t sure when it started, considering she had been created a few months after he had. Maybe that first meeting? The maternal instinct humans were so proud of was practically ingrained into every facet of her personality. It was her only personality. She was nothing more than a glorified Miss Nanny with skin, nails, and teeth.
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bebokthehousedemon · 3 years ago
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"Dear friend across the river"
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//Chapter 3: The old river house// 
Everyone was in a hurry, maids running in panic with silver tableware in their hands,butler's inspecting every nook and cranny at the mansion,your parents judging eyes looking for any error in the house, that could destroy their perfect meeting and then there was you sitting in the middle of it,waiting for people who had to 'babysit you' to arive at the house.
You were sitting in the tea room, playing with your white frilled dress, the glass walls of the room letting the golden light in.
In between the noises of the house staff running you heard the sound of your mother's shoes, hitting the cold tiled floor of the building.
Your mother walked in, she 'shoo' away a nearby maid like a dog, while behind her two enforcers greeted you with their presence.
"welcome young lady, are we ready to departure?"
Said officer Grayson,with her usuall warm smile addoring her face.
"good morning lady Papaver..miss [reader]"
Marcus noded your way, while also greeting your mother.
"Marcus I'm so glad to hear you will watch over my dear [reader] tonight."
Your mother's fake voice was even sweeter than always..but who wouldn't be so sweet and nice to her business partners son.
"It's a pleasure on our side lady Papaver but we need to take off now"
Marcus was not in the mood for a talk with your mother,his face was full of sweat.
Officer Grayson took her hand out your way, so you could get up and departure for the outskirts of Pilltover.
                       //Meanwhile//
                       The last drop'
"It's to dangerous Violet!"
Vander came into the last drop with a muscular women, who was a usuall at the last drop.
"but we could help! Please Van-"
Vander hit the wall next to him.
"I said no! Violet! Go to the rest! And when we come back, I will talk with ALL of you! About eardroping on our conversations!"
Vander looked furious and so the rebellious girl disappeared once again into the darkness of the corridor leading to the back rooms.
"I see you got yourself a mini you Vander"  
Sevika chuckled, while walking behind the hound of the underground, till they meet the doors leading to his office.They got inside, to be welcomed with sight of Benzo smoking.
"Sevika.. Long time not seen.."
Sevika looked over at him with disgust.
"what is this brat doing here Vander?"  
While sitting down.
"well our friend Benzo will be helping us, he got some usefull information about our 'old friend'."
Sevika looked a little bit annoyed, tooking out a cigarette which she then lighted, having it in her mouth she started to talk again.
"Vander you know I hate to think which friend you are talking about..."
Her lose hair strands glued themselves to her sweaty head, her eyes looked tired.
"And most importantly why me? I only come here to drink and stay out of your business..for his sake."
Vander took a sip of a beer he had on the table.
"it's [reader] we are talking about.."
He said, while sitting down and putting his smoking pipe back into his mouth, his beer resting on the table yet again.
Sevika looked at him if she saw a ghost, not beliving in what he just told her.
"first you sell her back to the topsiders...then betray silco and now you want to get her back?!"
Sevika stod up,her hands not leaving the table.Benzo just sat her down again, trying to somehow make her less furious.
"Sevika.. I know we got some..Dissagremets.. But Vander wants to help, so please hear him out this once."
Vander took a deep breath, his eyes closed while he breathed out smoke from his mouth.Sevika just stod up again, standing angryli across the table.
"Dissagrements?! You call selling [Reader] and almost killing his own brother a damn dissagrement?!.."
Vander stood up, towering over everyone in the room, his head almost touching the wooden ceiling.
"Sevika...I know you are furious..But everything changed.Right now we need to get her out before those damn Piltover goldies get her into their hands.."
the old man looked at her with furrowed browns.
"and how exactly do you want to get her out? If I remember correctly you didn't even told me the plan yet?"
Sevika started to smoke her cigarette to calm herself.
"We already took care of the most crucial parts, now what we need is to get her out and I need you in case anything happen-"
Sevika's smoked up cigarette ashes started to fall down on the table, she put the cigarette out on the nearby ashtray, cutting into Vander's speech.
"But does she know about Silco?
She looked up at him, her right eybrow up in a questioning manner.
"We decided..to let her get settled first."
Benzo looked down as did Vander, who crossed his arms, trying to ignore Sevika's furious gaze.
"If you don't tell her..I will."
Vander sat down, loudly breathing out.
"let her get settled fir-.."
The older women hit her fist onto the table surface.The empty glasses shaked, almost falling over.
"I will let her get settled Vander! At my place after I tell her what scumbag you were!"
Benzo looked at her angry.
"Over my dead body will I let you drag her into the red light district! Even more that she could meet him there."
Sevika started to laugh maniacally, grabing her stomach.
"Ohhh Benzo..Funny as always.I would never let him near her.The same goes for you two!This girl has gone thru enough already, because of you all.."
Vander just sighted.His shoulders looked tense, so did his eyebrows.
"You can even hide her away from us Sevika..as long as you stay silent for now and help us get her away from the Pillties."
                                    //Back at the Pilltover//
Your gaze was concentrated at the lively streets of Pilltover's market, while you rode the carriage that was going to take you all to the river house.
"soo..Officer Grayson how is your work this days?"
You broke the silence, Marcus just looked at you annoyed while taking off his enforcer cap.
"Well as officer I got many stuff to do..sometimes I miss running behind you in Lanes."
She said it calmly with a slight smile on her face.
"I don't even understand how someone of your..status could mingle with those people..."
Marcus said it with disgust plastered over his face.
"they are dangerous [reader]"
Anger came on to your face..what can Marcus know about the underground? He spends most of his days here in Pilltover, attending charity parties of his parents..
"..if they are dangerous..so am I Marcus."
Marcus just looked back at the window next to him, with a visible fit on his face...
The rest of the ride was silent, with some jokes and stories told by Officer Grayson..While you were thinking about the other side of the city..
Your real home the Zaun.You still couldn't belive how long it was since you set your foot there for the first time, before rebellion and before he disappeared from your life.
The carriage stopped before your previous house. A little white cottage, who has seen better days.
Marcus got out to open the carriage doors for you and Grayson.You got out and walked straight to the house entrance, to get inside and hide from everyone.
But before Marcus could get in with you, Grayson stoped him.
"Stay here and report to me if you see anything suspicious"
He looked shocked and almost scared, when Grayson told him that.She just closed the door afterwards, leaving him alone outside.
"I will go to my room if that's ok.."
You said to the women, taking off your uncomfortable shoes on your way to the nearby room.
"Do as you please young lady"
She sat down with a smile on a nearby couch, you dissapearing behind the old wooden door of your room.
The room didn't change a little bit since your last visit here..Your old drawings of Zaun plastered all over the walls, your old ripped clothes that hanged on your old broken clothingrag and a little old mechanical boat that was laying on one of your shelfs, you got it from the neighbour's son, before he was send to the Academy.
You looked over at the wall next to you, where you saw a drawing of a young male.
                                   *laughing*
"Common sweetheart! I'm more handsome than that!"
Your sight started to get blurry from tears forming in your eyes, while you still looked at it.You still remembered the day you drew this drawing.
"..We had it all back then, why did it all collapsed on that day."
What could have been if you never argued with Vander and Benzo on this day..and Sevika never locked you up at the last drop..would he still be here with you?
You walked over to your old bed laying down on it, your sight stopped at the spring-greenish glass window..and then something near it picked up your interest.
Jumping up from the bed you made your way to an old chair next to the window.On it was hanged an old brown coat.
"it's his coat.."
It looked the same just like at that night  he walked you back home, the brown trench coat still smelled like him..
"cheap collone, cigarettes and hint of the cheap whiskey he stole from the brothel once.."
You chuckled under your nose, that's what he always smelled like..tears stopping in your eyes.You viped them off with your arm sleeve, you hugged the coat while walking back to your bed.
"How would this day look like if you were still here?..another casuall night at the Last Drop, you and Vander arguing about some small things like brothers do, me laughing at Benzo who again lost against drunk Sevika in poker?"
You have fallen down on the bed with his coat still clutched in your arms.Cuddling it like some priceless treasure.
"us being together as family.."
                                  *knock*..*knock*
You slowly got up from the bed and walked over to the window.
                                        *knock*
You saw a pebble being thrown at the window and another one.
You slowly reached out to opene the window, and there you saw them.Standing on the other side, just like all those years ago.
"to your command princes"
                          //Years before rebellion//
A young family of three moved into the little white cottage, a house at the outskirts of Pilltover.Some people would call it a 'neutral' ground, it was neither the noble Pilltover and neither the slums of Zaun.
And there was you, hidden in between the four walls of your small room, while your parents worked hard to earn some money as freshly made Noxian immigrants.
So you stayed alone in the room, mostly drawing all day long or sinning while sitting on your windowsill, looking out the window.
The only thing visible from your room being the polutted waters of Zaun's river.
But that day on a practicullar warm autumn afternoon, you've meet the renowned 'children of Zaun'.
That day you were singing a new song that your neighbor's son taught you, while warm Autumn breeze was coming through the open window.
"Dear friend across the river..."
You were standing next to the window, putting some stuff on the shelfs, while singing the new song.
"..My hands are cold and bare.."
Your parents were going to be gone all day and night, having another meeting with the noble of Pilltover.
".. Dear friend across the river.."
You thought it will be the same boring day as always, till you heard people talking outside.
"shhh..it's here..."
At first you ignored it, not stoping to sing.
"..I'll take what you can spare.."
More voices joined the conversation outside.
"Maybe it's some singer from Pilltover?"
Said a low voice, your curiosity taking over you.You started to slowly walk up to the window, not wanting to let them know that you spy on them.
"..I ask of you a penny.."
The female voice spoke up again, you could hear that she colected something from the ground.
"No, they don't go near the slums.Let's find out who our cannary is."
Before you could see what they meaned, you got hit with a peeble.
"..My fortune it wil-..eek!"
You heard a shocked gasp from the outside.
"Sevika! What have you done! "
You massaged your hand, that hurt you from the impact with the peeble.
You slowly walked up to the window, they could see your body. Your siloete still being hidden by the mated spring-green window.
"W-who are you?!"
You shouted out, you could hear them whisper something.
"We are children of Zaun!"
And that's how you meet Sevika and Vander for the first time,from this day onwards you would meet up with them on dayli basis.
They would come up and throw a peeble against your window and then tell you about their day in lanes.
Till one day, they asked you If you wanted to see the world of the underground.
"What do you mean you don't know?"
Sevika shoutet at you from the other side of the river, after asking you if you would be interested in a walk through the lanes.
"I never go out..and I never went to the lanes...What if my parents come back before us?"
Vander chuckled, taking his backpack from the ground.
"They won't princess! We promise to bring you back home before they even know that you are missing!"
You thought about this a little longer, you always wished to go on a little adventure with them..
"So what about it princess?"
Vander shout out with a big smile.
"C'moon! We are to your command princess!"
Said Sevika while bowing down theatrically, her long hair hiding her face.
                        //Back in the present//
"...To your command princesses."
Sevika and Vander stood before you on the other side.
"It's really you guys!?"
You whispered, not wanting that Officer Grayson or Marcus get suspicious.
"One and only! We are here to get you out!"
You looked around the room,you runned back to the bed,  getting your old bag from under it, packing a few old stuff from the hangers and putting on Silco's old coat in a hurry.
"Are you comming [Reader]?"
Sevika didn't neede to ask you twice, you grabbed your bag tighter so it doesn't fell down from your shoulder and runned for it, jumping out the window.
"Fuck! [Reader]!"
Sevika shouted out in panic, when she saw you jumping out.Vander and her frantically moving around to try and catch you in the fall.
Your dress was flowing around, you looked like a jellyfish with all those layers of white frills around you.
You tried to not let go of your bag and the coat that was to big on you.
Sevika caught you in last second, Vander needing to hold onto her so that both of you don't fall down into the poluted river.
"Are you crazy?! What if we didn't caught you in time you crazy girl!"
You chuckled and hugged her, Vander put Sevika away from the rift that separated you from the water.
"I missed you so much Sevika! You have now short hair!?"
Vander just let out a low hum and patted you on the head.
Then you heard some noises in the distance, everyone started to look around.Not wanting to get caught you all disappeared into the dark alleyway of the lanes.
Sevika didn't let go off you for the whole time, you were sitting in her arms, Vander walking next to you two.
"Well out of all things you forgot your shoes princess.”
The older male just chuckled mockingly, looking at your bare feet.
"Maybe we should start to call you Cinderella instead of princess, [Reader?]"
Sevika started to laugh, Vander joining her.
"Well, I can't wait to get out from those clothes Sevika, you don't want to know how uncomfortable they are!"
Vander patted your head, not stoping to laugh.
"Well, Sevika should have some old stuff of your's at her place."
The rest for the walk was spended with you three talking and laughing.People looking at you, shocked to see that Vander and Sevika were peaceful for once.
Your walk together ended at the old escalator, the main way to the lower parts of the underground.
"Well, then I wish you a pleasant evening girls."
You moved in Sevika's arms, looking up at the older male.
"Are you not going to the last drop?"
Vander just scratched his head and hufed tired.
"I still got few errands to run around the town before I can call it a day."
You said your goodbyes, getting into the escalator.
Vander just waved at you two and walked away into one of the alleyways.
While you two slowly lowered down into the Lane's night market, with a creak of the old elevator, while a certain somebody observed them from the distance.
                           //At silco's hideout//
The blond haired boy walked nonchalantly down the old industrial stairs.
The hideout was dark as always, only lighted by Singed's experimt corner and the big glass window that overlooked the bottom of Piltover's port.
One of Silco's lackeys shouting at the boy.
"Deckard! Where the hell were you the whole day?!"
He just smiled and laughingly replayed back.
"I observed our dear Sevika.."
He then felt a cold hand on his shoulder, his smirk vanishing immediately from his face, being replaced by scared look.The whole building went silent.
A low, chilling voice started to speak.
"What information do you bring me today boy?.."
Deckard just gulped in panic, his face getting sweaty out of nowhere.
"U..Um..Sil-.. I mean sir! I saw Sevika with some women I don't know.."
Silco clutched his hand painfully on the shoulder of the younger male.
"I don't care what Sevika does with her hores boy..I need useful information.."
Deckard's heart was beating like wild, he was scared of what could happen to him.What sick punishment would the eye of Zaun gave him. Just when Silco left him alone and was on his way down stairs he shouted behind him.
".. She was a pilltie! Even bidding under the old coat didn't hide her rich clothes.."
Silco stopped, his shoulders went tense.He looked over his shoulder at the young boy.
"Well, It seems I need to visit our dear Sevika today. Singed!"
The older men shoutet at the other male downstairs.
"Don't wait with experimenting today! When I come back I want to see some useful results.."
                                    //Back at the night market//
You and Sevika were walking around the night market.She bought some cheap shoes for you to walk in, while she bought few more stuff for today.
"So, where are we going now Sev?"
The older women looked up at you, two full paper bags clutched in her arms.
"I think we have everything we need, now we would need to go near the Babbet's establishment to get to my apartment."
You just whized at her, she looked annoyed at your gesture.
"Sev I knew that you had something going on with one of Babbet's girls..But to live next to her shop?"
Sevika just looked up at the way you needed to take, readjusting the bags in her arms.
"Well, those are one of the better apartments here princess..and I can get easier to work like this.."
You chuckled, taking one of the bags that Sevika had previously holding in her arms.
"are you still walking as a body guard at Babbet's?"
You two started to walk, the market was full today.
"Nah..I'm still a body guard tho! But now I'm working for someone in the docks..It pays well."
Sevika didn't want to tell you the whole truth, after speaking with Vander on their way over to you.They came to an agreement to not tell you about Silco..Not yet.
"That sounds good, no more arguing with drunk guys."
You laughed and walked next to Sevika
After some walking you got out from the night market and crossed through the red light district.
Girls were welcoming Sevika, who was an usuall at their shops.
"I see you are still very popular among the ladys Sev."
She just chuckled, poking your side with her elbow. She pointed with her head at the nearby apapartment building.
"Well, we are at our destination [Reader]."
Sevika opened the big wooden doors for you, her keys jiggling in her hand.
A small green living room welcomed you, next to it an open kitchen in the same color was awaiting you two with the paper bags full with food.
After leaving them on the kitchen counter, Sevika showed you around.
"This is the bathroom, here is my room and here is your room."
She pointed at the door across the corridor.
You walked up to them and opened the door, revealing a dark blue walled room.
"it's so cozy..thanks Sev.."
You walked into it, spinning around to look around the room.Everything was in blue shades,from walls to bed sheets and the carpet next to the bed. While the furnitures were dark brown.
"There should be some old clothes in some boxes under the bed.I still need to go out for  short time, so don't open the doors for anybody I should be back in half an hour."
Sevika closed the door to your room, leaving you alone.
You took off the old coat and hanged it on the nearby armchair, you took out the boxes from under the bed.
"it's silco's and Vander's old stuff.."
You took out the old baige sweater of Silco's.
"Well last time I saw It on him, it was white..but It will do for today."
You then took out some black sweat pants from your bag, and changed into the clothes.
You walked around the apartment, read a few books that Sevika had on her shelf in the living room, but in the end you just choose to go to sleep.
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There was water around you, you were floating in it peacefully.
Your white dress floated around you, making you look like a jellyfish.
Then you heard his voice calling out to you.
"[Reader]..."
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//Another chapter! As always don't forget to check my Ao3 where I cross post the fanfic!//
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faerunehq · 3 years ago
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In the year following the takeover, Opal makes sure to restore the buildings destroyed by her crystals, rebuilding them around the clusters. Her Unseelie are allowed to find homes topside or remain underground, but they now have unlimited access to both kingdoms. She allows those citizens of Faerune who want to assist those displaced by the walls to do so, and hires Monty Carter to be the liaison between her and her new subjects.
She offers invitations to her court to all Seelie fae still in the city, allowing them a place under her direct protection and giving them various jobs if they wish. If they decline, she lets them go, so long as they pledge to never rise up against her and her family.
Her rule is fairly lax, all things considered. Not being one for hard rules, she allows everyone to do what they like, so long as it doesn’t directly oppose her rule. Any killings need to be run by her first, and disputes go through Monty and a member of her own council before they reach her and Dain’s ears. If it goes that far, generally she sides with whoever she likes more, regardless of their guilt or innocence. Thankfully, Dain has a more fair way of judgment and will take the gavel out of Opal’s hands if she leans more toward the ridiculous. 
In addition to the current currency, she’s also reinstates the barter system, as that is how they conducted business underground and between the Seelie and Unseelie courts over 300 years ago. Now, those that can’t afford things will be able to offer goods or services to the seller. All rent has been voided, though, allowing anyone to enter and take vacant housing and dissolving the rent the current tenants pay. Everything and everyone is taken care of by the kingdom, now.
Any open dissenters to her reign, those organized and pose a threat or those who go directly to the palace to openly defy her, are rounded up and taken into custody by her royal guard, never to be seen from again. Nobody knows where they go or what happens to them, and potential spies are everywhere. Royal guards roam up and down the city streets, everyone under constant watch, reinforcing the no killing rule, and cracking down on any opposition. Curfew is at midnight every week night, unless there’s an approved party, at which time Jack the Dullahan rides through the city, tormenting anyone caught on the streets past midnight as punishment for breaking curfew if they don’t have an approved visa. Curfew is lifted at 6am every morning.
In place of the demolished city hall at the center of Faerune, directly below the crystal dome skylight and surrounded by the giant pillars, sits a giant palace made of amethyst and white marble stone. Opal throws giant, lavish parties in the palace courtyard every month, to which everyone is invited and which usually last several days. She is always down for a romp and a good time, and those Fae, Familiars, and Fae subspecies that please her are given rewards of gold and jewels or are offered a place in her court, able to live in the palace with her and her courtiers.
The walls are enchanted to allow full Fae, Familiars, and those creatures of the Feywild to pass through them like air, while others hit against a hard, impenetrable barrier (animals and inanimate objects held by the approved species may still pass through). All portals to our realm inside the city are closed, effectively cutting the city off from anyone not of the Feywild.
This is the new Faerune.
((please let the admins know via DM or inbox whether your muse(s) supports Opal’s reign, opposes it, or is neutral to it. All ages will be updated as well, so please let us know how old your muse(s) will be by August 1, 2023.
Musings can now be posted, but please do not make any season 2 starters until 10am EST on August 1st.))
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ayoitsnic · 4 years ago
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Crowley x Reader x Lucifer
Part 1
*Based loosely around 12x15 but Ramsey kills Gwen and gets away
Word Count: 2.6k
Trigger Warnings: Injured animal? Idk? If you think something should be added to the TW list drop a comment or DM me
Summary: Humans aren’t supposed to see hellhounds, so what happens when y/n finds an injured hellhound and brings it home to care for? 
*Disclaimer* Lucifer will be introduced in the 2nd part which should be up by Saturday 4/3/2021
It was almost midnight when y/n got off of work. She was exhausted after her shift at Regional West Medical Center in Nebraska. As she trudged through the parking lot to her old, beat up 2002 Suzuki she couldn’t help but feel eyes on her, like something was watching her from out in the darkness. Fumbling with her keys she turned to unlock the driver’s side car door (The remote to unlock the door was broken. The car could only be opened with the actual key.), only to freeze in place when she felt the hot breath and heard the heavy breathing of some sort of animal behind her. “Dear god, please let it be my overactive imagination.” she prayed silently, knowing it was no use. Whatever stood behind her was very much real.
Very slowly she turned to face whatever it was that was sniffing her, her keys moving between her middle and ring finger in case she needed to defend herself. Instead of being met with what she thought for sure would be a small bear or a rabid coyote, she was met with a very large dog. A very large dog that looked like it had been through absolute hell. Its fur was matted and caked with dried mud and dirt, and it was covered with cuts and what she naturally assumed was its own blood. It was hard to tell through the thick, matted fur but it also looked very underweight. “Oh you poor baby….” Y/n’s heart melted upon seeing the creature.
Obviously the dog had been out on its own for a very long time. Y/N took pity on it. It seemed so sad, and it didn’t appear rabid or vicious. It looked like it just wanted help. Reluctantly she reached down to check for a collar. There was a collar but it was in a foreign language. One she’d never seen before. Unlocking the back of the car she coaxed the dog in with some leftover food she had from her lunch break. She knew the poor thing must be starving. Being hurt it took a little help getting in. Little did she know how dangerous that dog really was or that there was a man out right now searching for it.
The K-9, which y/n decided to call (Dog’s name) had fallen asleep on the car ride home, snoring softly over the radio that was playing some Green Day song. Pulling into the driveway, (Y/N) stopped the car and turned off the radio. Almost on queue (dog’s name) looked up to see where they were. A light was on outside, illuminating a large porch (Which could probably use a new paint job, if we’re being honest) with 2 rocking chairs, a small table and a plethora of healthy, brightly colored plants. She picked up the injured dog and carried it inside, planning on taking it to the vet in the morning to see if it was microchipped.
She was going to let the dog sleep in the basement for the night, unsure if it would destroy the house or not. She remembered her aunt’s German Shepherd who took pleasure in tearing up sofas, and eating her plants. The dog also really needed a bath and she didn’t want it on the furniture until it got one. Unfortunately around 3:30 am, y/n felt a dip in the bed and then something making itself comfy by her feet. Looking over, she found the dog curled up in bed with her. Way too tired to deal with it now, and knowing she had to wash the sheets anyway she just fell back asleep let the dog stay with her so long as it stayed at the foot of the bed.
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The next morning, Y/N got up early to go to the pet store and get stuff for the dog. She called up the local vet, making an appointment, she washed the sheets, and most importantly she began trying to wash (Dog’s name). At first the dog resisted, wanting absolutely nothing to do with the water. Y/N knew exactly how to deal with this though. Placing a glob of peanut butter on the side of the tub to keep the dog preoccupied, (Dog’s name) happily entered the bathtub. A trick y/n had learned from that aunt with the poorly behaved German Shepherd. By the time y/n was done with the dog she’d had to drain and refill the tub 3 times before she gave up and kept it drained, just using the shower head. She couldn’t believe how much blood and dirt had come off this dog.
Around 2pm the doorbell rang and this dog who was once so sweet, albeit a bit skittish turned into an absolute beast. Running to the door, loud deep barks and growls left it. The dog seemed ready to tear the stranger on the other side of the door to shreds. It was almost like it had turned into a completely different dog. “(Dog’s name)!!!” Y/n shouted as she raced down the stairs after it, hoping to get to the door before the dog did. “NO!!!” She yelled. Even hurt and underweight, (Dog’s name) was really big. If it wanted to break that door, it probably could. Without thinking, Y/n quickly grabbed the dog by the collar to stop it. “I said no!” She told her firmly with a pointed finger. The dog whined, tail between its legs as it hurried back up the stairs to the bedroom to do that thing dogs do when they roll around on the rug to dry themselves.
The front door had a glass window looking out so y/n could see the stranger. He was short, and wore a nice suit. He seemed only slightly concerned about the interaction. The man didn’t even flinch as the massive hound lunged itself at him. It seemed like this was a normal day for him. Actually, he seemed more unnerved after she called the dog off. Opening the door, y/n apologized profusely for the dog “I am so sorry about the dog! I-” Before she could continue, the man squinted at her, clearly confused about something. “What are you?” He questioned in an English accent.
“Hellhounds? Really?” She questioned with a quirked eyebrow and a small grin, crossing her arms and constantly turning to keep facing the man. It was obvious she didn’t believe him.
Obviously his question confused y/n as she gave him a look of confusion back “What do you mean ’what are you?’” She stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind her “I'm human”
“Yes, really.” The man continued, as serious as a heart attack “You especially shouldn’t be able to control that bitch. I’ve only ever known one person to be able to control Ramsey and you and not that person.”
“Oh really? And who might that person be then?” Y/n asked, beginning to think this was some elaborate prank being played on her by a friend or coworker.
Remembering what the demon said about her being able to control the hound, y/n gave it a shot. Raising a hand she firmly commanded “Ramsey stay.” Not only did the dog stop dead in her tracks, she laid down and waited for further orders. Now most people would be a little freaked out by this; finding a hellhound that they didn't know was a hellhound, and now being visited by a demon sent to collect said hound. Y/n however wasn’t afraid. Actually she kind of got a Déjà vu feeling at this.
“No you can’t be. Humans can’t see hellhounds, much less control them.” Normally Crowley would just collect the demonic hound and leave, with humans being none the wiser that the rogue canine was even there, but not only did this woman know the hellhound was there, she was taking pretty good care of it. Even stranger, the dog was letting her care for it. There was something different about this woman, something special. He just wasn’t sure what it was yet. Crowley circled y/n, inspecting her. He was trying to find any indication of her not being human.
“Lucifer.” Crowley responded
At that, y/n was done. “Look pal, I don’t know what kind of kool-aid you’re drinking but I’m not buying it. Now’s the part where I tell you to get off my property.” she turned to go back inside, closing and locking the door behind her. As she turned to head upstairs though, Crowley was standing right behind her, his eyes red. She let out a screech, jumping as far back as she could (Which wasn’t far as the door was right behind her). Again, the dog that the demon in front of her called ‘Ramsey’ came running to her defense.
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“The name’s Crowley. King of hell.” He introduced himself “May I ask who you are?”
“Y/n y/l/n.” she responded before telling him “Queen of this house.” This was crazy. Y/n was standing in her entryway conversing with a demon king. “Could I offer you tea ‘your highness’? Maybe Coffee?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she addressed Crowley as 'your highness' She wasn’t gonna hand over the dog so easily, and something told her the demon wouldn’t be leaving without Ramsey.
“.....Who are you?” Y/n asked the man
Y/n and Crowley sat in her kitchen, sipping tea and chatting. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?” The demon who sat across from y/n questioned “Most people would run, or beg for mercy if a demon showed up at their doorstep. Not invite them in for a drink.”
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If it weren’t for the fact that y/n could sick Cujo on him at any moment, Crowley wouldn’t be being so patient with her. He wouldn’t be trying to convince her to send the dog to her death. “I’m sorry but I can’t let you take that dog back.” Y/n told Crowley. For some reason she felt bonded to that dog, with the overwhelming need to protect her.
“I’m afraid I must insist. She’s dangerous and unpredictable. It’s for the best that she be put down. She’s killed a lot of people who weren’t on hell’s hit list while she was topside.” Crowley explained “A pup like that out and about isn't good for business. It makes it look like I’m not in control.”
“Do you want me to beg for mercy?” Y/n asked with a smirk and a small, dry chuckle. “Sorry but you’re not very scary so forgive me if I’m quaking in my shoes.” She would never be seen begging for mercy. Not in a million years.
“I thought you were the king down there.” Y/n questioned “A king answers to no one. You could turn, walk right out that front door, and pretend she vanished. That you weren't able to find her. Or you could go back and tell your people she attacked you and you killed her. Besides, you’re a demon. You don’t really care about the people she’s killed, do you?” Y/n definitely cared and felt bad, she just didn’t believe Crowley did.
“The Winchester’s. They hunt monsters. Vampire’s, werewolves, demonkind, et cetera.” Crowley explained “They’re ruthless, and if they find out that dog is here they will show up and kill her. Painfully. If you hand her over I promise her death will be a painless and merciful one.” Of course he would make the boys sound worse than they were. In reality they’d kill it as quick as possible if they could. He’d say anything to get her to give up Ramsey. 
“Of course I don’t, but some hunters I know care a lot about the people that were killed. If I don’t collect this dog, they’ll come and collect her for me and they’ll be far less inclined to sit and chat over hot beverages.” Crowley explained
“Tell me about these hunters.” Y/n asked, genuinely interested. "I assume you're not referring to people who shoot buck in their free time."
“Let them come.” Y/n spoke after quietly mulling over what was just told to her. Whether she was underestimating these hunters or just didn’t believe what Crowley was telling her he was unsure. “She may be in a weakened state now but she’ll get better. She’ll get stronger and when she does I’ll be the only one who can stop her. If they show up, I’ll be ready and they’ll have to go through me. When they get through me, she’ll be ready for them too.”
“Y/n I know you think-” Y/n cut off the demon king, her patience wearing thin. She had all the leverage she needed in this situation and she knew it “You said I was the only one who could control her. Now I don’t know how or why that is, but that means there’s nothing stopping me from sicking the dog on you. If she really is as vicious and dangerous as you claim she is, I would be afraid of the one person who can send her after you. I’m telling you to walk away. I’m giving you an out. I strongly suggest you take it.”
Thinking about it later though, she was actually kind of sexy. She knew she held the power and the leverage in that situation and she knew how to use it. Not only that but she was bold enough to try and intimidate not just any king, but the King of Hell. And she didn’t need to raise her voice once while doing it. She was clearly a strong, intelligent, woman. He liked that.
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After he was gone, y/n was in fact a little freaked out. If there was a hell that meant there was a heaven. Would she be going to hell just for harboring this animal? And better question; how do you even properly care for a hellhound? She imagined it would be a lot different from taking care of your average, run of the mill Pitbull.
Crowley stood his ground, calling her bluff. He didn’t believe she would actually do it. “Ramsey!” Y/n called “Ramsey c’mere girl!” she whistled as the Hellhound came barreling from upstairs “Ramsey, hurry up! Go get him! Get the demon!” Y/n told Ramsey in the same sickeningly sweet baby voice most humans use to talk to animals they find cute. Before she could get to him though, Crowley had disappeared into thin air.
After hours spent searching on the internet y/n got her first lead. Okay so it wasn’t really a lead. It was more of an idea. It’s not like she could just log onto wikipedia and pull up a page on 'How to take care of a Hellhound'. She did however find instructions for summoning and trapping a crossroads demon. She didn’t realize there were different types of demons but to her, a crossroads demon was still a demon so good enough right?
Late that night y/n put Ramsey in the car with her and drove to the nearest crossroads. Spray painting a ‘devils trap’ in the road she buried a box in the center. It contained a photo of her, some graveyard dirt, and the bone of a black cat. No, she didn’t go out and kill a cat. She was able to get that from a wiccan shop on the outskirts of town.
After burying the box, she stood and read the incantation she had written on a scrap of paper “Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae!” She waited a moment and when nothing happened she thought she might've gotten a word wrong. That was until she heard a woman speak behind her “What can I do for you tonight?”
Jumping a bit she turned to face the demon. “I just need some information.”
.....To be continued....
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fenheart87 · 4 years ago
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Trading Circle of Hell
@semi-slaughtomatic happy belated birthday doll! I will be cross posting to AO3 later as well but I wanted to get this out there now that its done!
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"Welcome welcome! Females to the left and males to the right! Look for anyone with a purple butterfly mask to make your purchase or ask for more information on our unique invenitory! Rumor has it our esteemed kings shall be here today, make your selection quick for I fear even I wouldn't dare say no to them...."
Viperion scanned the room in disgust, cages with humans, demons, various kinds of fae and more supernaturals were lined and spaced very strategically. Only one or two people could view a 'selection' at a time and there were plenty to choose from.
"This is not what I was expecting." Chat Noir spoke up, teeth bared in rage at what he was seeing. They had been tipped off there was an underground market, an illegal one even by demon standards, and here was the proof right in front of their eyes.
"Easy Plagg, we have time to browse and choose carefully from the... Inventory."
"Yeah yeah Sass, kumbyyah and all. I want one with spirit."
"I want one with some brains, the traps keep killing people." Sass responded, sharing a smirk with his companion and drawing his hood closer to his face. The last thing they needed was for someone to recognize them as they were investigating this horrid black market before they could shut it down. The problem with the recon mission was that they needed to be stealthy and being the Snake and Black Cat made them the best choice, even if they had more favorable morals and senses of justice within them unlike many other demons. It was the secret that made them good rulers and their following loyal to them and them alone.
"Welcome gentleman! Forgive me I have spent too much time topside lately, is there anything specific you happen to be looking for? Someone for manual labor or more physical labor in the place of rest?" The Showrunner as he chose to title himself wisely decided to not touch either of them like he had for many of the other buyers.
"I need someone with a firey spirit and tough enough to withstand the Hell Fires."
"Oh, you must live under our illustrious leader Chat Noir then, pray tell would a dragon suffice good sir?" Beady eyes were shining in glee as Plagg exchanged a glance with Sass.
"Depends on the age and gender, perhaps you can direct me where I could find such one?"
"Of course, in the front row at the very end of the left side. A Longg follower that is quite the spirited miss. And for you fellow good sir?"
"I need someone smart and cunning, quick as a mouse if you will,"
"Ah I wish we could've acquried a Mullo follower but alas not this round... I do however have a special quiet thing that could fit the bill if you're interested?"
"Perhaps, show me your inventory and I may still need to browse, I have other stations that could be filled if I do not find someone to my liking." Sass followed the leader and hid his disgust with all of his being, he wanted nothing more than to poison the man with a quick strike. The cages had various states of captured folk in various stages of distress or anger, the collars adorning their necks were equipped to restrain their unique talents and powers, preventing any type of escape from their cages. Guards and hired demons of lower levels were mingling around the crowd should someone get lucky enough to successfully escape from behind the bars.
"Here we have a pretty little thing but awfully quiet. she does have a voice but her glare usually speaks for her, I have had some issues with one so she is at a discounted price, only 150 thousand."
Sass raised a brow at the price, many of the others were easily going for ten times as much for a starting bid. Either she was too much to handle for the ring leader or she was damaged in some way. Finally looking at the cage, his breath caught. He would know those blue eyes anywhere and was glad that his self control was damn good. Her resemblance to her parents was uncanny, even if they had not been seen by a single eye in over 200 years.
"She's a looker but anyone who dares to get too close suffers, unless that's your type of ah, fun shall we say?"
"I'll take her, she'll make an excellent addition to the baker's guild. If she turns out she can't bake well, I'm sure she could plead to Tikki for help before she became the next meal."
"Very well, as with everyone else I'll collect the payment before the next round and after inventory has been checked and secured, you can take it home with you. If anything else catches your eye, please let me know." With that, the Showman left to prey on other prospective buyers and Sass glanced around, noticing only a few other demons looking at the few cages with interest. It was safe enough he supposed.
"Tell me little one, do you like sweets or cheese?" Pulling carefully on his power, he let flow enough to touch his eyes, making them turn mint green and seeing her eyes flash a pale pink, drawing a gasp from that luscious mouth. "So you are a true Mullo follower then."
"Snake." She murmured and smiled sweetly, eyes flashing once more.
"Black cat is here too, the Longg follower is coming with us and this place is done for." Sass whispered, directing his gaze towards the other side where he could see Plagg was prowling and looking at everything with a calculating gaze, casing the entire space.
"Kagami?" She whispered so softly he nearly missed it, drawing his attention and she flushed pink as she shrunk down.
"Well then, even better. Plagg, if you're ready I am. Nothing else has caught my interest."
"Good, let's find the Showman and collect." The green of his iris was gleaming, a yellow tint coloring them acid and the barely concealed rage shining. Their aura made everyone scurry away from their path as they followed the twists and turns through the cages.
"Ah, is there a problem, good sirs?" The Showman was on guard, eyes narrowed and watching carefully for any signs of aggression.
"Ah, he's a devout follower of Lord Viper himself, very covetous this one is. Terribly sorry but it would be in everyone's best interest if we were to collect and leave the place in one piece." Plagg smiled, fangs fully on display which kicked up the tension a few notches.
"Ah we can certainly make an exception but the prices do change for those in a hurry to get to the breaking in part. Do you have your own collars for your purchases?"
"Now now, it's not nice to insult paying customers, good sir." A black gloved hand produced two simple collars, the scent of ash faintly stirring the air.
"Ah, this way then." With a couple of gestures, two lizard demons who posed at security moved through the crowds and collected the cages, going down a different hallway then the trio did. The lanterns glowed eerily with the Hell Fire flames, Plagg and Sass having to bite back their power to prevent a surge in the flames and revealing themselves to the scum they were forced to follow.
"Alright, very simple to do. I'll deactivate the collars and you can place yours, once secure then I'll remove the standard ones. Precautions you know…"
Sharing a glance they split and stood in front of their chosen. The slimey demon brought over two charged stem crystals and with a small fizz of power the collars were deactivated. Sass noted the little mouse seemed upset but not scared as expected, carefully he stepped closer and leaned down slightly to secure the 'collar', a small whisp of smoke puffed to signal the lock was in place. Taking the other charged stem, the Showman waved it nearby and the slave collars fell off into his hands.
"Thank you for your time and interest gentleman, enjoy your investments!" Waving them to follow one of the guards and the other bringing up the rear, the four made their way out of the illegal catacombs market. Continuing on for a few tense miles until they were sure the guards had indeed returned, they stopped.
"Alright, introductions! I would happen to be Chat Noir, ruler of all the darkness and destruction. For stealth purposes please refer to me as Plagg."
"Viperion, Lord of Time and Incubi. Code name Sass."
"Kagami, a devout Longg follower. I work under the name Ryuoko." The dragon dusted herself off nonchalantly, eyes piercing in their intent to gage how much of a threat the two lords were.
"Multimouse, a converted Mullo follower."  Viperion ignored the sly grin and everything that it said from his fellow demon lord.
"So what's the plan?" Ryuoko asked, smirking.
"Well, do what we do best…" Blue eyes turned a shimmering green and emerald green took on an acid yellow green shine.
"Destroy those who break the Seven Hells contract." Each collar shifted into a choker, a reaction to the sudden leak of power from demon lords, this would boost both female demon's powers as well as protect them. The time of reckoning was at hand.
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sinnhelmingr · 3 years ago
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Hel, do your children stay in your realm or do they also stay with their father? // anonymous
I know this was sent IC but like. This is such an up in the air answer I have to take it OOC, I am so sorry. If you’d like it IC please feel free to resend it with a specific ship in mind.
The general rule is that Hel prefers to have any of her children with Midgardians completely ignorant to her realm. Her child with Johanna never even knew Hel had a realm. Werner never even sees the place until he’s practically grown and opens the portal of his own accord. Sanna has no reason to go to Helheim, so she stays with her Papa and Mama in the woods and doesn’t really worry about it. 
Some ship partners, however, move in with Hel wholesale and that kind of seals it. For example, Helsem and Helqua both have children that are free to go between realms as they please, but their home is ultimately in Helheim. They have their own rooms in Eljudnir and are raised happily in spite of their dour surroundings. 
Then we have Hel/Destruction as a ship, who only start their family post-Ragnarok, so their brood never have to worry about Helheim. It’s no longer Hel’s. They just roam the stars with their parents and refuse to believe any idle chatter that their father was once the embodiment of calamity, that their mother was once a cold queen of the dead. It’s a great gig.
However, this does leave a few ships where there isn’t a set ‘place’ for the children. Like yes, they have rooms, and they live with Hel, but not fulltime. 
Helpheus is the main contender for this, as their children move between the Helheim with their mother and the Dreaming with their father like clockwork. While Hel and their father are committed to one another, they both value their independence and responsibilities as rulers, so they live apart from each other and never take the other as an outright consort. This means the kids got shuffled around a fair bit. Val turned into their uncle as soon as they were old enough and left for Midgard permanently, while Runa chose to take up more permanent residence in her father’s palace once she was old enough to decide -- though she is quick to point out she still visits Hel as often as she can, and made sure her mother was alright with the arrangement before she committed! 
Helsire is another ship where the children live in a split custody situation despite their parents still being together. Their parents strike a happy balance as an open relationship where they don’t need to be together constantly, and the children are likewise free to choose with which parent they want to stay. As infants they spent far more time with their mother than their sire, but as they grew older I can see Desire taking the reins more and more and showing them the opulence and comforts of their lifestyle. They spend some time with their mother in the afterlife, then get scooped up out of nowhere by her partner and taken to more terrestrial delights across realities just to have a taste of the finer things. It’s a feast/famine dichotomy that some of the children embrace and others just try to drop a dime to Mama to let her know they want to go ‘home’ now.
Why is this such an up in the air answer? Simple. It all depends on how much of a threat Odin is in a given setting. 
Kleffy and I have plotted that Hel’s grandfather was deposed before Werner was born, hence his ability to move freely among all realms but his mother’s. 
Hel’s child with Johanna was not likely to be pegged as hers, so Hel felt safe leaving the child ‘topside’ their whole life long. 
Odin is not stupid enough to tangle with a Minotaur protecting his young, so Sanna is likewise safe and sound in the glen.
He’s not the apex predator of one of Hel’s AUs, hence the Helsem and Helqua kids having free rein despite their more permanent home being in their mother’s hall. Either their other parent will absolutely destroy him, or the kid’s honorary uncle Luxu will just eat him outright for going near them.
Helion, well, it’s post-Ragnarok. Odin has no power. He’s dead and Hel made sure to lock him up in her realm and keep spreading his story among the starts to prolong his imprisonment and thus his punishment.
Helpheus and Helsire are both settings where Odin is a more tangible threat. On some level Hel understands she’s being ridiculous, that her partners could overpower Odin in an instant, but that’s her partners. Her children are small and helpless compared to such ancient power. Hence she prefers to keep them on a relatively tight leash, only moving between her keeping or that of their sires. Something you can see at least one such child -- Val, the Helpheus eldest -- rebel against completely once old enough.
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pennamesmith · 5 years ago
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Flowers for Skeletor
Hordak and Entrapta return to the Fright Zone. Perfuma gets some things cleared up. More ‘Skeletor’ stories.
*
Hordak and Entrapta strolled into what had, once upon a time, been the heart of the Fright Zone. Now it was covered in lush greenery, and sunlight shone through the open spaces in the ceiling. 
Entrapta was riding cross-legged on top of Emily, and gazed in wonder at everything around her. Hordak walked at her side, watching her expression warmly, while supporting the shuffling footsteps of the Horde drone she’d rebuilt and named ‘Skeletor.’
“Am I supposed to be frightened?” Skeletor asked, incredulous, taking in the rebuilt ruins. 
Hordak hushed him, but it was true that nearly all of the horror had gone from the place. Flowers bloomed on every vine. Soft moss covered the floors. The cushioned red throne in the center of it all rested atop a much shorter set of steps, and it was currently occupied by a giddy scorpion princess who was bouncing in her seat and waving. 
“Entrapta! Hordak! Hi! Welcome! Thank you for coming! Oh, it’s so good to have you visit here!” Scorpia bubbled. 
“Hello Scorpia! And also Perfuma!” Entrapta hollered as they approached. The Princess of Plumeria, tending to a patch of roses sprouting on the side of Scorpia’s throne, gave a little wave and smiled awkwardly in reply. 
“Skeletor has come for you!” Skeletor declared. 
Hordak flushed in embarrassment and quickly pushed the robot away. He bowed deeply before Scorpia. “Ahem. Thank you for inviting us here, Princess. How is reconstruction progressing in the New Scorpion Kingdom?”
“Oh, no, Hordak,” Scorpia admonished, smiling. “I’m an official princess now. That means you have to call my kingdom what I named it.”
“Of course. My apologies,” Hordak replied. “Tell me, how are things in…” His face appeared to visibly strain. “...The Delight Zone?”
“Oh, just peachy!” Scorpia beamed back. “We’re working on turning all the garbage incinerators into pottery kilns. And those hydro-electric generators you helped us install? Wow!” She tapped her claw-tips guiltily. “Which, uh, is actually part of the reason I asked you here. See, one of them broke down, and…”
“Have no fear!” Entrapta announced, hefting an overstuffed toolbox. “We’ll get to the bottom of it!” 
Scorpia sighed in relief. “Oh, thank you! And it really is nice to have you visit since we started redecorating. There’s so much less, uh, crushing brutalism. And Perfuma is putting flowers  everywhere!” 
“I like them! They’re so pretty!” Entrapta gushed. “What do you think, Hordak?” she asked, plopping a daisy crown on his head. 
Hordak made a noise. 
“Anyway,” Perfuma spoke up suddenly, standing stiffly at the arm of Scorpia’s throne. “We should show Entrapta to the power generators before it gets too late. After all, it is a rare honor to host the Princess of Dryl and… her royal consort.”
“Not that rare,” Entrapta said, unoffended. “You saw us at therapy group yesterday.” 
“A rare honor that we would hate to besmirch with an excess of small talk!” Perfuma insisted. Her eye twitched, slightly. “Right this way, please!” 
*
They walked along bridges that had once looked over belching smokestacks and polluted junkyards. Now the view was of farmland under clear blue skies. 
“We’ve been growing vegetables!” Scorpia boasted, sweeping her claw across it all. “And to help the plants grow, we started keeping an apiary for local pollinators in one of the old bugshell towers.”
“Bee-People!” Skeletor shouted in delight. 
“This is incredible!” Entrapta cried, standing up on Emily to get a better look. “Hordak, look how much they’ve repurposed! It’s like a completely different place!”
“It is,” Hordak agreed, and he did not sound entirely displeased about it. A calm smile played at his lips. 
*
Soon enough, they reached their destination. In an open-ceilinged space, several machines the size of small houses sat astride a clear-flowing artificial river. This place, like the others, was covered in verdant and blooming plant life. The sun shone down on a forest in the heart of a factory. 
One of the large machines was not making noise, and its lights had gone dark. Scorpia rapped on it with a claw, and it made a hollow clanging sound. 
“This is the, ah, problem area,” Scorpia said sheepishly. “It’s — ”
“Destroyed! Totally destroyed!” Skeletor interrupted. He rushed forward and peered at the silent machine. “What’s that? The fusion alarm? The main drive is about to explode!” 
“No, Skeletor. Nothing is going to explode,” Hordak chided, as Scorpia hyperventilated. He guided the robot away from the generator. “I need you to look after Emily while Entrapta diagnoses the source of the malfunction. Emily will be recording, so do not misbehave.”
“I had anticipated that, bat-ears,” Skeletor grumbled, but dutifully shepherded the spherical bot away from the group toward a cluster of trees with bright turquoise fruit. “We’ll be in the banshee jungle!”
“I’ll beep you when I need you, Emily!” Entrapta called cheerfully as she spread out her tools. She grabbed Scorpia. “All right. I need to get topside of this machine to find out what the problem is, and I’m gonna need your electrical magic to run some tests. So, upsy-daisy!” 
“Oh, wow, hangout time!” Scorpia exclaimed. “That’s great, because I just got a new board game I wanted to tell you about, it’s called — whoop!” 
Her words were cut off as Entrapta hoisted her in her hair and scaled the side of the generator like a purple spider. 
Perfuma watched them go and then looked, finally, at Hordak. She coughed. “So,” she said. 
Hordak waited. 
“...How’s Wrong Hordak?” Perfuma asked eventually, reaching for one of their commonalities. 
“Quite well,” Hordak answered. He began to sort some of Entrapta’s tools. “He is very grateful that you’ve started helping him with the Ex-Horde Therapy Group, by the way.” 
“Oh. Well, I’m glad that you’ve been… going to it,” Perfuma said. She seemed to be choosing her words carefully. “The Princess Alliance wasn’t entirely in agreement about what to do with you at first, you know.”
“I am aware,” Hordak replied, flatly. 
From the trees, Skeletor emerged, covered in colorful flowers and desperately clinging to an unhindered Emily. 
“Stop! You shall not escape!” Skeletor protested. “Your puny lasers mean nothing to me!”
“Speaking of the group,” Perfuma continued. “I think this is actually the first time I’ve had a chance to talk to you outside of it since all the official business when the war ended.” 
Hordak’s eyes narrowed. “Are you driving at something, Princess?” he asked, evenly. Quietly, he practiced a breathing exercise that he had, in fact, learned from Perfuma herself. 
“Your hatred of me will work in my favor!” Skeletor wailed from behind them, trailing Emily by a vine. 
Perfuma pouted and put her hands on her hips. “Look, just… You had better not do anything to hurt Entrapta, okay?”
“...What?” said Hordak. 
“What?” said Skeletor. 
Perfuma crossed her arms. “I  know  you’re a good guy now, but that doesn’t make you a… a good guy. Entrapta really likes you. If you break her heart, some very powerful people will be very upset with you. Just so you know.” She struck what was probably meant to be an intimidating pose. 
Hordak finally turned to face her. His expression was one of shocked surprise. “You are concerned about Entrapta’s emotional safety with me?” he asked. “I understand you are the one who kept her on a leash.”
“I — ! That was — !” Perfuma faltered, raising a finger. “...Not my finest moment,” she finally admitted, deflating. “But I swear, we all only want her to be okay. There are some things Entrapta just doesn’t understand.” 
Hordak seemed rather taken aback by this. Politely, yet firmly, he said, “I assure you, Entrapta understands everything she needs to perfectly well. Often better than I do.” 
He looked upwards in her direction, and the sun seemed to brighten on his face. “I… respect her. Incalculably. It is my privilege to learn from her.” 
“There is the answer to my evil needs!” Skeletor said, from somewhere. 
Now it was Perfuma’s turn to seem stunned. “You really do love her,” she murmured, and couldn’t help letting her eyes shift to where Scorpia sat and laughed in the sunshine. 
Hordak followed her line of sight knowingly. “Entrapta is not the only one you are worried about,” he deduced after a few moments. 
Perfuma fretted. “Scorpia just has such a big heart!” she said, helplessly. “And she’s new to being a princess. She got yanked around a lot with… with the Horde, and I don’t want her to be taken advantage of like that again.”
Hordak considered this seriously. After a long pause that was interrupted several times by the distant sound of Entrapta’s hammering and various exclamations of delight, he ventured, “Perhaps Scorpia understands more than she appears to as well. She was exceptional, if unusual, while in… my employment. I expect she will only continue to grow and flower in her new position.” He offered a friendly hand to Perfuma’s shoulder. “Especially with someone who loves her at her side.” 
At this, Perfuma blushed furiously and quickly strode away from Hordak. “Hey, do you need anything from us up there?” She called to Scorpia and Entrapta. “A big vine-ladder maybe? Or some kind of robot stuff?”
“Bee-People?” Skeletor offered. 
Perfuma finally seemed to notice him. “Why is Skeletor here, anyway?” she asked, turning to Hordak. 
“Ah. This is to help improve his work for the therapy group,” said Hordak. “Entrapta wanted to provide him with more exposure to social situations.”
“That seems… contrived. But I’ll allow it.”
“Any more questions?” Skeletor asked. 
Before anyone could reply, Entrapta slid back to the ground, with Scorpia in her wake. “I’m gonna need some more parts from the ship!” she announced brightly. “Hordak, can you try to balance the dynamo while I’m gone?”
“Certainly. That will allow us to safely remove the alternator.”
“Exactly what I was thinking! And then we can connect the charging coils to the…” 
“Excitation field,” Hordak finished, sharing her smile. 
Perfuma and Scorpia traded baffled looks. 
Entrapta tweaked one of Hordak’s ears. “You get it!” she giggled. “You’re doing great, Hordikins! Back in a minute!” And with that, she was off again. 
“‘Hordikins,’” Perfuma repeated, rapidly losing all composure. Beside her, Scorpia made a tiny, ecstatic squeak.
Hordak turned to face them both in mute horror, suddenly realizing that he was still wearing the flower crown Entrapta had placed on his head earlier. 
“I am not discussing this,” he intoned, but he could tell from the looks on the princesses’ faces that this particular trial was far from over. 
“If that’s the way you want it,” Skeletor said, “Then that’s the way you get it!” 
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fangzeronos · 5 years ago
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In Love With My Best Friend
Ivy couldn’t understand it. Harley had been nervous to talk to her after the Parademon army went back to Apokolips, but when she asked Harley what she wanted to talk about, Harley blabbered about her bachelorette party? No, Ivy knew there was something else that Harley wasn’t saying, and it happened because of Kite Man popping over her shoulder.
 Sighing as she walked through the rubble of tanks and dead Gothamites, the green skinned woman heard grunting and an occasional swear, smiling to herself before she walked over a bit of busted tank. She looked down and saw Harley shifting some rubble out of the way, dirt and soot covering her normally pale arms and legs, marks of blood and dirt on her neck.
 “Harls,” Ivy said, hopping down and walking over, holding her hand out and wrapping the rubble in a vine before shifting it out of the way. “There, honey.”
 “Thanks, Ivy,” Harley said, wiping her face and spreading more dirt to her forehead. She turned away, heading for another piece of debris. “Thought you’d be with Kite Boy.”
 Ivy smiled a little, biting her lip. “No, no, he uh…he wanted to take a slew of selfies next to the taco truck the Parademons decided to use as a dildo, so…” she said with a chuckle. When Harley didn’t laugh, Ivy bit her lip and looked at her friend. “Harley. You wanted to talk about something, and it wasn’t my bachelorette party. Because we both know we’re going to end up drunk and passed out on each other like a normal Saturday.” She walked over and put her hand on Harley’s shoulder. “Talk to me.”
 Harley sighed, her hands clenching before she folded her arms softly. “You were right. We need to talk about what happened, and just saying it was ‘spur of the moment’ or that it didn’t mean anything is bullshit,” she said softly. She turned and looked at Ivy, backing up a bit and biting her lip.
 “Harls—”
 “No, Ive. My turn,” Harley said. “When I thought I was going to die, my last thought before you catching me was “She’ll be happier without me. She won’t have to waste her life fixing my monumental fuck-ups.” But when we hit the ground, it wasn’t just the adrenaline or the rush of the moment.” She bit her lip, looking down before chancing a look at Ivy. “Until recently, I’ve been ignoring something.”
 “What?” Ivy asked, sitting on a piece of the rubble and looking up at Harley, feeling like it was better to sit then be floored by whatever Harley was going to say next.
 “The way I feel about you,” Harley said softly. “The kiss…was more then just a thing to me. I didn’t want it to end.” She looked down, digging the toe of her shoe into the dirt. “The closer your wedding gets, the harder and harder it’s been to come to terms with it. I’ve tried to be supportive and be the best friend that’s all “Yeah, bitch, go get what you want! Woo!!” But inside I’m burning alive because the only person that’s ever fucking cared about me is getting married and I’m standing on her left while my heart gets ripped out constantly watching her with the moron she’s going to marry.”
 Ivy bit her lip, looking down and sighing softly. “Harley, what exactly are you saying? Stop beating around the—”
“I fucking love you, and I can’t take it anymore!” Harley yelled, looking at Ivy who looked stunned into silence. “I’ve loved you for fucking years, but I never did anything about it because I was enamored with the fucking assclown and being caught up in my own self-empowerment bullshit! Every minute I see you and Kite Man together, every kiss, every touch, every text or call or “Babe” or whatever, I die a little more inside because I want that to be me, but I was too fucking slow! Too goddamn caught up in my own bullshit to make the move I wanted!” She sank to the ground, tears falling down her cheeks and cutting through the grime. “The kiss…at the Pit was…as close as I’ll ever get to feeling that happy ever again…”
 Ivy blinked, looking at Harley. She stood up and walked over, kneeling beside Harley. “Harls. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” she asked. She took Harley’s hands, squeezing softly and trying to give her friend some comfort.
 “Because…it wouldn’t matter either way,” Harley said, pulling away from Ivy and wrapping her arms around herself. “You’re marrying him, and nothing I say or do or admit is going to change it.” She got up, stepping back. “I, uh…I should go clean up. Gordon’s probably on his way back to arrest me and throw me in a cell for the rest of my life.” She started toward the mall, stopping and biting her lip.
 Ivy got up, looking at Harley’s back as she stopped. She waited for a minute, debating on whether to go and hug her best friend or just leave her be. Her answer presented itself when Harley started walking away, and Ivy reached out softly before she let her hand drop, sinking to the ground again. She felt the tears stinging her eyes, her heart thundering in her chest. “Harley…”
 “Babe?” Kite Man asked as he walked up, tucking his phone into his kite. “Babe, you alright?” He knelt down, rubbing Ivy’s back. “Pam?”
 “Fine,” Ivy said softly. She wiped her eyes as she stood up, biting her lip. “Let’s just go home…nothing more to do here…”
 “You sure? Harley—”
 “Doesn’t need me right now, Chuck. Let’s just fucking go,” Ivy said, walking off and tucking her hands in her pockets.
 Harley sighed as she stood under the shower, dirt and grime washing away. She shut off the water and dried off, getting dressed before she walked back out. “Goddamn it.”
 “What’s wrong?” King Shark asked, looking over as he set his laptop down.
 “Everything. Nothing. I don’t know,” Harley said, sinking down to sit on the table. “All I know is Gordo’s probably on his way to bust me, so you guys are probably better off splitting. You shouldn’t go down with me. I did all of this, so…it’s time to take the fall.”
 “Harley,” Shark said. “You can’t just give up. You have to stay strong.”
 Harley rolled her eyes as she stood up. “Fuck strong. I can’t do any of this anymore,” she said. “Do me a favor. If Gordon rolls up jingling the linked bracelets, tell him to find me at Ace Chemicals.” She went to her room, grabbing a duffle bag before she packed her clothes and walked out, biting her lip.
 Two days later across town, Ivy had done a lot of thinking, too much drinking, and a lot of soul searching with a dash of inner speculation, as well as trying to think of a reason to stay away from Harley even though her heart and gut were telling her to get off of her ass and find the other woman and kiss her until neither of them could breathe. Ivy sighed as she rested her head on her arm, the paper on the table. She unfolded it and laid it out, her eyes widening at the headline.
 “Clown Queen of Crime Arrested. No Chance of Parole”
 “Fuck,” she muttered. “Goddamn it, Harley.” Opening the paper, she found the article to start reading.
 The name Harley Quinn used to be synonymous with the Joker. But in recent months, the former sidekick to the Clown Prince of Crime had branched out on her own, bringing her own brand of destruction and mayhem to Gotham City. Her insane motivations and plans brought down Joker for good, but her victory was short lived as an earthquake leveled most of the city.
 In the months since, the former Arkham Psychiatrist had taken the city back bit by bit from the “Injustice League”, a group of Batman’s major enemies who had divided the city. Her last attempt to destroy Gotham saw her using an army from space, one someone called “Parademons”. However, the attack stopped suddenly, leaving Commissioner Jim Gordon to be able to take back the city for the people of Gotham once again.
 Gordon, having found Harley Quinn at Ace Chemicals, arrested and locked away the villainess, hoping that she would be standing trial in the coming months, once Governmental assistance rebuilds Gotham City.
 “Why the fuck would she have—oh. Oh, Harley, no honey…” Ivy sighed, setting the paper down.
 “Babe?” Kite Man asked, walking in from the bedroom in his signature green robe. “Everything cool?”
 “No,” Ivy said. She looked at her hand where her ring caught the light, biting her lip. “Listen, Chuck…we, um, we need to talk.” She stood up, walking over before kissing her fiancé’s cheek. “You’re wonderful, and I love you, but…”
 “Oh, no. I might know where this is going. The venue called and we’re having to reschedule?”
 Ivy sighed, putting her hand on her face, shaking her head. “No. No, that’s not it at all,” she said. She took Kite Man’s hands, biting her lip. “Listen. Please. I love you, I don’t doubt that. But I…I can’t do this anymore. I…I can’t keep lying to myself.”
 “About what?” Kite Man asked, squeezing Ivy’s hand. “Pam? What’s goin’ on?”
 Ivy sighed softly. “Ever since the other day when Harley commanded the Parademons, I got her to see what she was doing wasn’t what she wanted. I found her a bit later, while you were still snapping pictures of the taco truck, and…I talked to her. She told me something, and I’ve been…struggling with it the last two days.” She ran her hand in her hair, biting her lip softly. “Remember the other night I was kind of nervous and you were asking if I was fine and I played it off as narrowly avoiding death for the hundredth time in eight months and dodged the question like a motherfucker?”
 Kite Man nodded. “Yeah, I remember. You showered and went to bed, and we didn’t even freak out in the sheets like usual.”
 Ivy nodded softly. “The reason I was nervous and less then responsive is…because that night in the Pit, Harley let me go so I could live because she wanted me to have my future with you. The thing is, I don’t want a future without Harley. I saved her from dying, and…when we were topside of the Pit, we um…I kissed her. Like a real “Jesus Christ this is hot and how have I never done this before!?” kiss. It felt different with her.”
 “Hell yeah,” Kite Man said with a grin.
 “No! Not hell yeah!” Ivy said, wringing her hands together. “Chuck, I wanted to keep kissing her. I wanted to tear her clothes off in the middle of the desert and fuck her unconscious. I still want that! Every time I close my eyes to rest or think, all I see is Harley. I—holy shit.”
 “You’re in love with your best friend,” Kite Man said softly, nodding as he looked away. “Right…”
 “Chuck—"
 Kite Man shook his head. “It’s fine. I, honestly, I saw this coming a long time ago. When Freeze turned her into an icicle, all you did was worry. Every time she’s in trouble, you go running. I…”
 Ivy sighed softly, reaching down before taking her ring off. She took Kite Man’s hand, putting the ring in his palm and closing his fingers around it. Leaning up, Ivy kissed his cheek and smiled softly. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I do love you, but…”
 “Not the way you love her,” Kite Man said. “I understand.” He kissed Ivy’s cheek, moving around her to sit on the couch.
 Ivy nodded softly, walking toward the door. “I’ll, um…I’ll be back to get my stuff. Ok?”
 Kite Man shook his head. “I’ll take it to the mall. Give it to the Shark.” He looked away, tossing his helmet on the couch. “Please, just go.”
 Ivy looked down, setting her key for the apartment on the table before she walked out. Making her way downstairs, Ivy walked out of the complex, taking off at a run for GCPD. “Hang on, baby. I’m on the way.”
 Harley laid on her bed in the lockup of GCPD, twirling her hair around her finger softly. “This is what’s best,” she said. “Now I can’t ruin anyone else’s life.” She turned on her side, facing the wall and looking at a picture of herself and Ivy, being the one thing Gordon allowed her to keep. Closing her eyes, Harley willed herself to get over Ivy and learn to move on again.
 A few minutes passed, and Harley’s eyes flashed open as a rumbling sounded outside of her cell. She sat up, looking at the wall before getting up and backing up toward the bars as the wall was punctured, green vines snaking through. The wall was ripped away, Harley’s eyes widening as Ivy stood on her plant, the wall falling to the ground and shattering.
 "Let’s go, babe,” Ivy said, holding her hand out.
 Harley walked forward, stopping before she grabbed her picture and tucked it into her pocket. She reached out and took Ivy’s hand, being pulled onto the plant. “Ive, what the hell are you doing? Gordon’s gonna come after you for busting me out.”
 Ivy smiled. “I don’t care. Let him try,” she said, wrapping her arms around Harley. “Why were you at Ace?”
 Harley hugged Ivy tightly, shaking softly. “I…I was gonna jump into whatever acid was left. Wipe out Harley Quinn, try and bring back Harleen. I…I couldn’t deal anymore.” She sighed softly, biting her lip. “What are you doing here?”
 “I couldn’t leave you,” Ivy said. “Not after the other day.” She stepped off of the plant with Harley, taking her hands.
 “Hey, where’s your ring?” Harley asked, looking at Ivy’s hand. “Ivy.”
 “I gave it back to him,” Ivy said. “I couldn’t do it. After you left me in the rubble the other day, I went to the apartment, and I…I couldn’t even focus on him. I kept replaying everything you told me, and I…I knew I was lying to myself, thinking I could have my happy future with Chuck.”
 “Ivy, no. You have everything you want with him. You can’t throw it all away because of me.”
 “Yes, I can,” Ivy said, putting her hands on Harley’s cheeks. “I don’t want him without you. If I don’t have you, I don’t have my happiness, Harls.”
 “Ivy—"
 “No,” Ivy said, putting her fingers on Harley’s lips. “No more talking. Let’s get out of here before Gordon shows up and we’re all fucked.” She smirked, kissing Harley’s head. “Because when we get home, I’m not letting you go until we’re both thoroughly fucked.”
 Harley smiled softly, nodding. “Alright.”
 As the two took off through Gotham, Harley hoped she wasn’t dreaming and that this was all real. Hiding in back allies and side streets, the pair made their way back to the Mall, leaning against the doors and panting as they tried to catch their breaths.
 “So…where’s—oh, shit—where’s Psycho?” Ivy asked, pushing her hair out of her face.
 “Fucked off,” Harley said, wiping her face and shaking her head. “When I broke up the Staff controlling the Parademons, he said I threw away a chance to rule the world and he wasn’t staying. Good riddance to the little bastard.”
 Ivy sighed, shaking her head. “Ah, well,” she said. “Now. What are we doing?”
 Harley smirked, standing up and taking Ivy’s hand. “I seem to remember something about you not letting me go until we were both thoroughly fucked,” she said.
 Ivy smiled. “I sure as hell did say that, didn’t I?” she asked. She walked forward and lifted Harley up, the blonde squeaking in surprise. Ivy smiled, leaning in and kissing Harley properly, the other woman’s arms going around her neck.
 “I love you,” Harley whispered, nipping Ivy’s lip.
 “I love you,” Ivy said, squeezing Harley’s ass as she carried her upstairs toward Harley’s room.
 Kicking the door closed, Ivy reached up and undid Harley’s shirt, throwing the GCPD branded shirt to the ground before sliding her hands up and squeezing Harley’s tits. “I’ve always seen these in the showers at Arkham and around here, but up close they’re beautiful,” she said, kissing Harley again and smiling.
 Harley giggled, moaning into the kiss as she felt Ivy’s fingers playing with her nipples. “Mmm…glad you like them,” she giggled, reaching between them and undoing Ivy’s coat. She wiggled free and dropped to the ground, pulling Ivy’s coat and white shirt off, tossing them to the floor before pouncing and knocking Ivy onto the bed.
 Ivy laughed, looking up at Harley and smiling. “What do you want to do, baby?” she asked.
 Harley smirked, pulling her pants off and tossing them aside before she removed her panties. “I want to sit on your face until you make me cum,” she said.
 Ivy licked her lips, looking up at Harley as she crawled up the bed. “Then take a seat,” she said, her heart thundering as she watched Harley’s pussy come into view. She looped her arms around Harley’s legs, feeling the other woman’s legs on either side of her head and she pulled her hips down as she stuck out her tongue.
 Harley gasped and moaned as she felt Ivy’s tongue against her for the first time. She leaned forward and gripped the headboard, Ivy’s grip on her legs making it hard for her to move herself. She felt Ivy’s tongue snake its way to her clit, whimpering as Ivy hit it. “Fuck, Ivy…”
 Ivy giggled, moving Harley slightly to stick her tongue into Harley’s pussy, feeling her girlfriend trying to grind against her face. “Mmm…” she moaned, wiggling her tongue against Harley’s clit before moving her fingers around.
 Harley moaned softly, her eyes rolling back in her head. She moved her hand down and tangled her fingers into Ivy’s hair, panting softly. “Ivy…fuck…so close…”
 Ivy slid her tongue through Harley’s lips, teasing her clit before pulling back and looking up at her girlfriend. “Then cum, baby.” She moved back and dove back in, closing her eyes as she kept working her tongue into Harley again.
 Harley panted, her eyes rolling back as she screamed out, her orgasm ripping through her. “FUCK!” she yelled, pushing closer to Ivy and finally getting to be able to grind her clit against Ivy’s tongue, whimpering as she felt Ivy pull away. She fell beside Ivy, panting as she lifted her head up.
 Ivy sat up, licking her lips and wiping her face of Harley’s cum, smiling as she looked at the other woman. “Fuck yes,” she said.
 Harley panted, giggling as she looked over at Ivy. “Soon…as I catch my breath…I’ll fuck you,” she said, covering her face and feeling her entire body tingling. “Holy fuck…nobody’s ever made me cum like that. Where the hell did you learn to eat pussy like that?”
 Ivy smirked, kicking her boots off before she started shuffling her pants down, laying back beside Harley. “Hey, every girls got to have their collegiate lesbian fling. Karen Beecher, mmmm. That girl could eat pussy,” she said. “Taught me and two others how to work tongue and fingers, and goddamn was it great.”
 Harley laughed, sitting up and feeling her legs shaking. “Well, however she taught you, I ever meet her, I’ll probably kiss her. Jesus, nobody’s ever rocked my world like that,” she said, leaning up and kissing Ivy. “I love you.”
 Ivy smiled as she kissed Harley back, playfully flicking the pale woman’s nipple. “I love you, babe.”
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lullabyes22-blog · 2 months ago
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Snippet - Damn Me - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO
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Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Unless it's a punch.
Forward but Never Forget/XOXO
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He unfolds from his stool. With the sunrays angled over him, his silhouette holds a magisterial menace that blights Vi to the marrow.
Blut is gone.
Only the Monster remains.
"I've had time," he says, "to reassess the gameboard. You're not at fault for last night. I am. But for my weakness, none of this would've happened. I'd have dealt with you the way a real monster deals with threats. Fast, fatal, final. Instead I got sidetracked. I let you stay. Instead of shutting your mouth with a fist, I let it run wild, and now it's talking me in circles. Instead of crushing you under my heel, I let you get under my skin, and now you've left scars." A hard breath. "Instead of hating you, I let myself care. And now, like with Vander... I'm paying the price."
Vi’s eyes go wide as plates. Her jaw, a little wider.
"Silco…"
"I wanted you to be part of Zaun, Vi. Part of it, as Vander never could be. I wanted us on the same side. All because I was foolish. Because I craved the farce of family." He shakes his head. "Old habits die hard. The past's a harder bitch to bury." 
Vi is trembling. She cannot stop.
"Silco," she tries again. "Don't do this."
"I'm sorry, Pet. Truly."  A single blink, and a ruthless seal closes over the softness. "You're a good girl. Strong as Vander. Clever as Lika. But too good, for the path I'm walking. And that path's forward. You? You make me look back. Make me remember things better left buried. And only dead men belong in graves."
Vi rises; her hands seize his shirtfront.
It's not a threat. Only a precarious bid for balance. The room's pitching like the sea.
"Don't," she says. "Don't send me away. If you do, you're a coward. You're running from me. Running from everything. The Eye of Zaun—scared of his own reflection."
Silco smiles. Slow, sad, utterly vacant.
"I've faced many demons, Vi. You have yet to face yours."
"So you're just gonna toss me back? Toss me at 'em?"
"You'll survive. That's your art. Same as mine."
"Art, my ass! I'm not letting you off the hook!" Her fingers knot in his shirtfront. "I'll tell the Council everything. Everything you're planning. Everything I've heard. I'll sing like a fucking canary!"
"I'll count on it." His hands come up, a tender cage for her face. Her heart pounds against its cold bars. "All the tales of debauchery. All the backroom deals. All the trade secrets. Use that brain of yours, Pet. Spin it into a narrative and save your skin. Consider it my gift." 
"But—the Four Horsemen! The Shimmer! The harbor!"
"All true. All too late."
"What?"
"The gears are already in motion, Vi. Topside's interests are twined with ours.  If the Council dares to turn your intel into a preemptive strike, they'll shoot themselves in the foot. And even then, they'll never believe that one man can orchestrate such a wide-scale overthrow." He tilts his head. "Sunk Cost Fallacy, remember?"
"Try Gambler's Ruin!" Vi erupts. "You're so hell-bent on taking down the Council, you'll destroy Zaun and everything else with it."
"It's the Council who've set us on this road. I'm not destroying. Only course-correcting."
Vi’s trembling worsens. She is a child again, small and frightened. Her family, gone, and her world a burning ruin.
"I won't go!" she cries, hating the wobble in her voice. "I won't leave Jinx!"
"She's beyond your reach."
"You're not beyond hers!" She shakes him hard. "She'll never forgive you! Not a second time!"
"I'd rather have Jinx's hatred than her death."
"Silco." Her voice breaks, a raw ruin. "Please."
"Don't beg, Vi. Vander would never. For you, he was stubborn to the last." The smile dies, and Vi's hope with it. "I'm no better. For Jinx, I've slit throats and sold souls. What's one more, when a man's already damned?" 
He leans in, and kisses her forehead. His lips are searingly cold. His body, an armature of bone. Yet the touch is tender. Blut’s touch. He still remembers her, as he does his own vestigial self. But he has only one way of expressing the memory.
Violence.
"Go on, Vi," he breathes. "Damn me."
And Vi is crying.
Crying as hard as the night she'd lost Mom and Dad. As the night she'd lost Vander and her brothers.  As the night she'd found Powder—only to lose her to the warped inverse of Jinx.
"You bastard," she chokes, tears streaming hot over his palms. "You fucking bastard."
"I know."
His hands fall. He steps back. They're still toe-to-toe, but a lifetime's distance splits them.
"Love, Vi," he says. "It's the ugliest monster of all. It's bitten me before. But I was a boy then: soft and toothless. This time, I'll cut the wretch out by the throat."
Spots burst behind Vi's eyes. She can't feel her body. Can't process anything beyond the loss. His confession's no better than an epitaph. The end of a bitter, bloody road that's crumbled into a precipice.
And Vi's on the edge of freefall.
"Look out for yourself, Pet," he says, and the smile returns: unearthly cold. "Kiss the Kiramman for me."
And Vi is falling.
Right into the old rage, with nothing left to catch her.
Fists popping, she lunges.
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geekgemsspooksandtoons · 4 years ago
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For Your Own Good
This is a story set within my Bioshock Rebirth AU. A reimaging/reboot of the Bioshock franchise. https://geekgemsspookyblog.tumblr.com/post/626141727587270656/bioshock-rebirth-timeline-this-is-a-timeline-of-an Just as a heads up if anyone is wondering about the context. I’ve had some stories in my drafts for a long time now and I’m finally publicly sharing them.
This has been in my drafts since August 24th 2020...this was one of the drafts I was very hesitant to share...even though I have shared this with friends and I’ve made some edits. It’s good one of my friends @fishtankinhouse liked it. Her support means so much like other friends who I have shared with this. But I worried too much of what my Bioshock followers would think of it...
But alias, I am a paranoid person. Including I have thought of just posting some of these drafts because I’m so focused on the FNAF franchise now. Especially this AU has it’s fans. So here’s one of the drafts I was very nervous to share with you all. 
Be warned. Including when I talked to Fishtankinhouse about this. This story while contains nothing extremely NSFW...but it’s on the focus of a man who is clearly experiencing PTSD and he does some things that are not good. Some aspects are the reason why I am not tagging it with other character tags. But that’s me being paranoid. 
The week when Sofia Lamb took over Rapture was a startling one. Including with the Vox trying to fight back. But due to the Big Sisters they can’t fully beat them. Now with Archie and others trying to save Eleanor Lamb from Sofia. Including to reunite Subject Delta with his Little Sister. But also to some how transform Johnny Topside into a normal human being again. The man that was the reason Archie had a normal life in a way. Right now things weren’t as intense. Yet unknown to everyone. Archie was suffering the aftermath his interactions with Atlas. Who had turned out to be Frank Fontaine. With Archie learning his whole life was a lie, and among other things. He tried to keep his PTSD to himself. Not wanting to worry the people around him.
But what got worse...it was seeing HIM again. He couldn’t understand if who he was seeing was real. He had killed him personally, he died right in front of his own eyes....yet he appeared like a ghost. What was worse...Frank wasn’t speaking in his real voice. But that Irish accent that Archie found comfort in hearing over a radio. Now it was a haunting memory that plagued him.
Today...Archie would be doing something he would regret for a long time. Despite his intentions were good. He was sitting on a table in the middle of Tenenbaum’s safehouse. Most of the little sisters were with Delta, Daisy and Grace. He just had his hands on his face thinking. Things had gotten worse. The paranoia was getting to him. There were two things that were important to him. Brigid and Elizabeth. The kids were safe but the memories of what happened to those two women a while back affected him. What happened to his, “Family” after he left them with Atlas.
He heard the door open from upstairs, and he put his head up. A person who had came down was Elizabeth. She smiled when seeing him.
“Archie!” She said as she went over to hug him. But seeing him down made her question what was wrong. “Hey are you alright?” She asked him. “You look down....you wanna tell me something?” Elizabeth asked him as she sat in a chair near the table.
“No...I think I’m good. I’m just tired.” He told her. Despite what his actual feelings were.
“Oh okay....still you can tell me if you want. I can see your tired. But I thought you can go out with me search for other ways we can get to Sofia or something. Or even something to help Delta.” She told him. “We can help out some of the Vox if we can. I’d thought you can join me since we usually go together.” She continued on.
Hearing that made him nervous and he started to think some things. The paranoia was getting to him.
“Actually.....if you don’t mind. How about you stay behind.” He told her.
“....what?” She sounded surprised. “Hey it’s safe out there right now. There’s no Big Sisters or whatever else out there. Besides Grace is with us and it’s like a safe haven where those girls are at. We can visit them on the way if we can. Whatever you want to do. Besides I have your back like you have mine.” Elizabeth said.
“No...I really think you should stay in the shelter. While I go out. It’s better for you.” Archie told her. The look on Elizabeth’s face started to change. What was confused and then turned to a smile...turned to surprise and a little bit of disappointment.
“Why? Just...we’ve been going out of this safehouse for so long and now you want me to stay inside. Yet after what we’ve been through and you’re saying it’s better for me...I’m sorry I’m a little offended.” Elizabeth said sounding a little annoyed.
“No please understand I’m just trying to keep you safe. I’m trying to protect you-” Archie said.
“Well I’m trying to protect you too but I never said you should stay here.” Elizabeth told him. “That’s unlike you to say that. You have never said that. You never mind me being by you but now you’re saying that.” Elizabeth continued on.
“Listen please just say inside.” Archie told her.
“....no I am not. If you’re going out. I’m going to protect you like I always have. Like you always did with me. I don’t know why you’re wanting be a lone wolf right now.” Elizabeth told him sounding more angry.
“Jesus Christ just listen it’s for your own good okay now stop arguing with me!” Archie raised his voice a little.
“For my own good!? Are you kidding me? Don’t you dare tell me that it’s for my own good! You’re just like Ryan!” Elizabeth told him. Archie look confused. He didn’t know how to respond to something like that.
“Listen if you want to stay inside that’s fine. But I’m going despite what you’re saying.” She told him as she got up from the chair and began marching towards the stairs. Archie began to panic, he got up from his chair.
“Wait please just listen.” He said as he gently tries to stop her.
“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE!” She yelled as she looked back at him. “I’M NOT GONNA BE TRAPPED AGAIN!” She yelled again as she was risking opening a tear in her anger. Seeing this he had to make a move. Either stop her, or risk the shelter being destroyed. He moved fast seeing this.
All of a sudden, both of her arms were grabbed and the tear wasn’t being opened. Elizabeth was surprised by this and started freaking out.
“WAIT ARCHIE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? LET ME GO! HELP!” Elizabeth cried out for help despite it wouldn’t of worked. She tried to get out of his arms. But he was unusually strong for who he was. He had a firm grip on her arms.
“I’M TRYING TO PROTECT YOU! YOU GOT THAT!” He raised his voice. She tried kicking her legs and moving as much as he can. But he had a very good grip on her. He held on to her and tried to find whatever to bind her. The duct tape on the table. He quickly used it to bind her arms and legs. But nothing extreme. He carried her and she was still yelling, he quickly took a strip of duct tape put it over her mouth.
“STOP DOING THIS HELP-MFPFGH!” Elizabeth cried out before being gagged. He just carried her, she tried squirming. Then they both heard someone.
“Elizabeth!?” It was Tenenbaum. She had gotten back safely from the train. Archie had to think quick. So he went to the room he and Elizabeth slept in and left her there. He closed the door and then to see Brigid walking fast down the stairs.
“Archie! Did you hear Elizabeth? She was yelling for help! Where is she at?” She asked him. “Wait did someone took her? How?” She continued on.
He couldn’t answer her, and then he tried to. “Elizabeth needs to stay here for her own safety. Trust me it’s for her own good.” He told her.
“What? No...that doesn’t make sense. Why would she need to stay here? It’s safe out there right now-” Tenenbaum talked before being interrupted by a kick to Elizabeth’s door and muffled screaming.
“Archie...is she in there? Archie what did you do?” Brigid started to ask him. Her voice started to get more worried as he face of fear slowly turned to anger.
“Listen just please understand she needs to stay here.” Archie told her, with him sounding worried.
“Archie! Did you tie up Elizabeth!? I’ll tell Sinclair or whoever else! Let me go in there to see Elizabeth!” Tenenbaum started yelling at him and then she noticed the duct tape he was holding. She should of noticed earlier.
“Archie...you didn’t! ARCHIE!” Tenenbaum said as she started insult him in Russian and German. He started to panic but thought quick. So he quickly ran towards her and grabbed her.
“ARCHIE!” She yelled out in confusion and anger. Archie didn’t want to hurt her. She was yelling and he grabbed her. Brigid couldn’t find back. But compare to Elizabeth, Brigid was tougher. So Archie had to really think about binding her up. He amazingly taped her thighs and calves together, forcing her to hug her knees and taping up her wrists to her legs and around her back like a ball. She kept yelling for help and insulting him in Russian and German. But he quickly went to the kitchen where he grabbed a sponge from under the sink. The sponge she even used to clean Delta if he was here. Brigid saw what he was gonna do.
“ARCHIE PLEASE DON’T STOP-MFPGH!” She said as he put the sponge into her mouth. He quickly wrapped the tape around her as best as possible. But he didn’t want to get that tape on her hair.
“My God I’m so sorry Brigid. Please forgive me.” He said to her as she was trying to yell through her gag. After he finished wrapping the silver tape around her mouth, he carried her to the pantry. She kept squirming. “Listen understand why I’m doing this. I’m trying to protect you two okay. You’ll be safe here. I’m gonna make sure Elizabeth doesn’t escape.” He told her as he put her down and closed the door on her. But he could still hear muffling screaming.
After that he went to the room Elizabeth and him would share. After Elizabeth was ungagged, she asked what he did to Brigid. He told her he tied and gagged her as well. She tried to get away but she couldn’t. Yet he wanted to make sure she was comfortable. In the room there was a soft armchair in that same room. He wanted to make sure she was comfortable while she was gone.
At first, Elizabeth was angry and fuming at him when he first bind and gagged her. But now during this as he sat her in the chair and her legs were still tied. Her tone changed. As she had become more sadder and scared for him. Especially when he started to tape her wrists to the arms of the chair. She couldn’t move them and he made sure they kept her there.
“Archie...I don’t know what’s gotten into you...but please let me go. Including let Brigid go please. We won’t tell anyone just please stop.” She told him as her voice sounded more sad.
“No you’re staying here. Please understand why I’m doing this.” He said as he done taping her wrists then going to a small table where he could find a small rag to gag her with.
“Oh God please no don’t. I won’t scream. I’ll be quiet please just please stop-mfpgh.” She was begging him before he gently put the gag in her mouth. He didn’t wanna make her feel uncomfortable. So he was careful with gagging her. After that he ripped a strip of duct tape from the tape roll. He smoothly placed the strip over he lips with his hands. Making sure it would stick on there. It was perfect. Just smoothing it with his thumbs. She was thoroughly gagged.
“No I’m sorry I’m not risking it. I know you would try to call for someone. But don’t worry I made it as comfortable as possible.” Archie told her. He stepped back to get a full look at her. She was in her usual student look or so. During that moment as she just stared at him. There was no longer anger. But right now, she was feeling hurt inside. That someone she loved so much and trusted did this to her. It felt like a betrayal of the deep trust they had.
She tried muffling to him and soon started to cry. But unknown to her as Archie just stood and watched her. He saw someone pop up to the left corner of his eye.
“Ah boyo....I’m proud of you honestly. Didn’t think you had it in ya. Gonna say that’s some fine work you did there. While I would of been rougher with her bounds. But still Arch...you make me proud.” Atlas was at his left side and saying this.
He knew he wasn’t real. This was just in his mind. But it bothered him. Archie tried to ignore it. Not even wanting to give the man attention.
“I’m also impressed you tied up Mother Goose. She was a tough cookie but good job lad. I loved how you put a sponge in her mouth. The one she actually used to clean Topside. I thought I was nasty gagging her with something that had my saliva in it. But you know Arch I was thinking. Your girl is tied up here. This is a once in a lifetime chance...unless she got taken again.” He was saying and then walked behind Elizabeth.
“I mean this is your chance right now. What about you do what any man would do.” He smugly looked at the young man as Atlas admired the terrified and sad young girl. “I mean nothing extreme right now. Maybe play with her boobs or look up her skirt. Or even give her a big messy kiss on that gag of hers. Trust me, I’m sure she’ll secretly love it.” He started to come back to Archie. “She’s just secretly trying to be desperate. I’m sure her big teddy bear would love to make out with her while she’s safe.” Atlas said as he walked around him back to his left.
“Please just shut up.” Archie then told him.
“Ah come on she had you tie her up once. This is just the next phase of that. Instead of you giving her a big soft hug as she just loves being close to you. How about be a little rough with her. It’s what I would of done. In fact how about give Tenenbaum a nice time. I’m sure she’ll love it too that our son started making up with her.” Atlas said with a smile.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Archie yelled at him....but there was nobody there. He just yelled at the wall. After that he then turned back to Elizabeth who started to whimper because of that yell. Her eyes were closed and she was actually crying.
“Please that wasn’t towards you I didn’t yell at you.” Archie walked to her to comfort her.
“MPFGH!” Elizabeth turned her head to the left and had her eyes closed. She didn’t wanna look at him. At the moment she felt terrified right now. This hurt Archie inside personally. Seeing that yell got her to be afraid.
“Please....understand that wasn’t towards you.” He said as he put his hands on her shoulders. She slowly started to look back towards him because of what he said. “I was yelling at someone else but I don’t know if you would understand.” He really wanted to make sure she felt safe. He just looked into her eyes for a good 10 seconds.
After that he gave her a kiss on the forehead. Then stroked her hair and wiping her tears with his fingers. “I love you so much....I never wanna hurt you. You mean so much to me. I’ll make sure that I’m careful as possible out there. I’m gonna search around in Rapture. Once things are safer, I’ll release you. In fact I’ll have Sinclair check up on you to keep you safe.” Archie was just holding her face. She felt that softness he usually brought her. “You’re going to be fine. But you have to say here. I don’t want you to be hurt.” He told her sounding sad in his voice.
After that he soon started to leave and turned off the lights, closing the door as Elizabeth started to whimper again.
As time went on, Elizabeth could only think to herself as she was stuck bound and gagged. What did he mean that he was yelling at someone else? Why was he acting like this? He never acted like this before. “Oh my God...why did he do this?” Elizabeth was thinking to herself.
She tried getting out of her bounds. Including she tried yelling through her gag. Hoping someone would hear. But it wasn’t working. He made sure the tape was bound tight and her gag was good enough. She felt thankful he didn’t make it tighter. Yet her mind was thinking so many things. But she wanted to understand his real reasoning behind this.
“HLPFHGH! HFLGHPH!” She yelled through her gag and started sobbing. She was so confused. But frightened as well. Yet even after that, she worried for his safety. She always worried about him. Because she watched his back and he watched her. Now for the next hour she would just have to sit there. The other thing on her mind if Brigid was hearing this.
In the pantry, Brigid tried getting out of her uncomfortable state. Being bound and gagged in a some what dusty and lightless cramped space. She needed to clean it. She tried yelling through the gag. Even trying to yell to Elizabeth in case. “ELIFHGZBEGHG!” The woman tried yelling her name. Because she was deeply concerned about that young woman.
She cared for her little ones despite how she thought of herself. But Elizabeth mattered too. It didn’t matter if she was 16 years older than the girl. She was like another daughter of hers. Someone who she knew from birth and watched her grew up. The fact Elizabeth showed kindness to her despite everything Brigid did said so much. They were different women. But like her little ones, she had this maternal instinct over the young woman. Especially when she saw Atlas get too close to her. Saying certain things and not wanting her to go through the same things she went through with Frank.
Especially she felt responsible about Elizabeth’s mother dying during birth. She wasn’t supposed to die, but the guilt grew with Brigid. She felt responsible to take care of that child. Including she was the reason she suggest Comstock for her last name.
The other thing she had worried about why Archie did this. The person who was the closest she had to an actual son did this. She started having her fears. Was he still being brainwashed? She tried her best to make sure he was in a normal state. What if Fontaine had a backup plan for him to do something. What if this was that result. That possibly if Frank was killed. Jack or in this case Archie was his back up plan. Yet he acted like he wasn’t being controlled.
She tried her hardest to get out of those bounds. Using every ounce of her strength. Especially to make sure Elizabeth was okay. Including the fear of what if Archie planned to tie up her little ones. But because of her trying so hard. There was growing pressure on her bladder. She was in a panic about wetting herself if she was found. She then decided to ease down on trying to get out of her bounds.
Brigid didn’t wanna panic so much. But was bringing up so many memories. She soon stopped yelling through her gag. Now she was just sitting there. But as she did, she felt the taste of the sponge. It reeked of salt, rust, oil, and other chemicals. God it was gross....but she was reminded of Delta. Thinking of the Big Daddy made her feel comfortable. Now she wanted him to come back and find her. Now Brigid was sitting there. Just thinking of Topside put her in ease. She didn’t wanna wet herself. Now she was just waiting, trying to think of what to do next.
An hour had passed. Sinclair wanted to check out what was going on here. He hadn’t seen the three in a bit. It seemed empty, but he went in. Including he brought back some of the Little Sisters who were with the others. As they were in the train.
“Well...I guess they aren’t here now...hopefully they wouldn’t mind me going into that pantry of there’s.” But once Sinclair had said that. He heard some muffled talking. “What?” As he opened the pantry he found Brigid. Still bound and gagged.
“Well....my my Tenenbaum.....I see you’re being a bit kinky right now.” Sinclair smugly told her.
“Mpfgh!” Brigid muffled through her gag. Of all the people to find her like this. It had to be Sinclair....someone she didn’t really get along with.
“I’m just wondering darling....did you do this to yourself if Delta came in here? Were you hoping to get that good ol Big Daddy aroused? I mean...I’ve sold some kinky things back in the day.....but I find it some what funny that of all people you would do that. I will admit...I like you better this way.” Sinclair was telling her. He was enjoying that for the first time, she wasn’t yelling at him.
“Mpfhg mfplgh!” Brigid muffled in annoyance. But with that Delta comment, she actually blushed. She hated being in this moment. Then Sally appeared behind him.
“Mama Tenenbaum?....are the grown ups playing a game Mr. Sinclair?” The young girl asked him. Behind her was Miranda. Seeing the two greatly concerned Brigid. She didn’t want her little ones to see her or Elizabeth this way after what Archie did.
“I don’t know little one...maybe....hey how about you two go back in the train. Me and....Mama Tenenbaum are speaking. She’s maybe fine.” The girls listened to him. Thank God he told them to go back into the train. “Seriously I do wonder what’s with you like this. Honestly I feel like this seems to be a tread with you...again I love seeing you this way. You aren’t yelling at me, or whatever else. So maybe you being like this is great for you.” Sinclair told her.
“MFPGH!” She yelled through the gag as she was becoming more annoyed.
“Okay okay doc! I get you want me to take that gag off. But how about you be more civil about it. If I take that gag off. You’re not gonna yell at me okay sweetheart?” Sinclair asked her. Brigid just looked to the ground, and she nodded yes when she looked back at him.
“Alright good darling. Well then you gagged yourself good. But you didn’t touch your hair.” He told her as he was taking the tape off. “Holy moses a sponge....well that’s something. Uck that’s something huh?” He continued on.
“Archie did this.” Brigid finally said something after he took the sponge out.
“Wait...Archie? You mean soldier boy? The young gentleman? He did this.” Sinclair asked sounding very surprised.
“Yes....he did....please just untie me. He tied up Elizabeth. Now please get the rest of this tape off. I need to piss.” Brigid told him. She sounded so tired.
“Oh my...just.....I don’t even know what to think with that information.” Sinclair said.
“Please just get this tape off. I need to go.” Brigid told him.
“Alright doc I can do that.” He told her as he got the rest of the tape off. He helped get her up. “Want me to walk you to the bathroom since you’re feeling frail. You’re not even that old yet. But I mean....don’t know if you’ll like you’ll piss yourself on the way there.” He told her as a perverted comment.
“You’re a dumkopf!” She says to him as she shoves him away. Besides...please call Archie. I can handle myself.” Brigid told him.
“I can do that. Besides I think it be best for me to call him while you handle yourself.” As she went to the bathroom. He started talking through the radio to get to Archie.
“Hey son it’s me Sinclair......yeah I just wanted to call you after I let Tenenbaum out of the pantry....now slow down kid. Listen while I’ve been friendly with you. But right now because Tenenbaum told me to call you. She’s pissing in the bathroom.”
“YOU’RE A DUMKOPF!” Brigid yelled at him.
“Yes I know honey. Now listen because you’re out there with Delta. Please get back here. I think you need to have a talk with these ladies you consider family......kid....I’m not gonna say this once. And this isn’t a request. I DEMAND you to get your ass back here, untie Elizabeth, and make amends so you can handle this like actual adults. I’m only gonna say this once soldier boy. Because hearing you tied up that really nice young lady you love...I’m sorry I’m just disappointed because I appreciated how kind you are. Just get back here please.” Sinclair told him through the radio. Sounding like a disappointed parent. Because of being disappointed that Archie of all people would of done that.
“What’s a dumkopf?” Miranda asked. She was still around along with Sally. When Brigid heard this, she felt so embarrassed.
“Dumkopf means nothing dear. Just go back outside with the others. Everything is okay.” Brigid said as she pushed them along. Despite what the real situation was. After that she went back to the bathroom and closed the door.
Archie came back in 20 minutes and untied Elizabeth. Some of the Little Sisters had came back. But after Archie came back. Brigid started spewing German insults at him, and telling the Little Sisters to stay away from him. They were really confused of what was going on. With Tenenbaum saying he was in trouble. What made it worse that Sally and Miranda said it looked like they were playing a game of cops and robbers or something. That maybe Archie forgot to untie them after he was done. This saddened Brigid hearing they were discussing this.
He kept away from the kids. Even after he untied Elizabeth, she didn’t wanna look at him. She kept away from him and stuck with Brigid. Now after many hours since that. With the girls sleeping. It was 8 pm now during that Wednesday night. The three were in Archie and Elizabeth's room. Brigid was just pacing a bit with her right hand on her chin. Elizabeth was just sitting on the bed, with Archie just standing looking at them.
"Listen I can explain Brigid please understand-" Archie tried telling her but was interrupted by her.
"How dare you do that to her! After everything we've been through and what you've done for us! Did you plan on doing that to the little ones!?" Brigid said in anger.
"No I would never-" Archie said before being interrupted again.
"Imagine if they saw you doing that to me or Elizabeth!? They were scared and confused why you couldn't be around them. Including Sally and Miranda were talking about it and they think we were playing a game. But they don't know the full truth. They were heart broken they couldn't play with you....I'm actually heart broken too." Brigid sounding more sad now.
She tried calming down a bit more. Trying to not wake her little ones.
"Archie if you were anyone else I would shoot you right now." She said sounding angry. "But to my little ones you're like the big brother they never had. I'm just disappointed in the example you set....I'm just shocked. You say it's to protect us but how is that?.....is the WYK programming still affecting you?" She asked him.
"What just I just....no you made sure I couldn't be controlled." Archie told her.
"We don't know that for sure because I'm worried Fontaine may of done something. I'm just scared of how you would be around the little ones....I just...I'm disappointed...I really am." Brigid started to sound more sad.
Then Elizabeth stood up from the bed. She wanted to say something finally.
"Archie.....I still love you. I can still see you're a good person. But what you did today I feel kind of ruined my trust with me.....you saw how scared I was?...you saw me actually crying." Elizabeth told him. Sounding upset.
Archie didn't say anything. He just looked at her.
"Archie you were the first person to treat me like a human being. You didn't care that I had these powers or this giant Proto-Daddy guarding me. You looked at me and saw a person. You wanted to make sure I was okay when I was with you. Because you kept me safe, and I kept you safe. And when you found out you weren't who you were exactly. Me, and Tenenbaum were there. We wanted to make sure you were okay. You gave us support, you gave me support. It was my turn to help you." Elizabeth continued on.
"Archie I can forgive you. But I was really hurt by what you did today. I was hurt by the fact you didn't trust me enough. Maybe if we remained calm and you could teach me to fight. I still love you....but still." Elizabeth was about to talk more and reveal why it really hurt her. "What you did reminded me so much of how Ryan and Frank treated me. I was scared, and I thought you wouldn't of come back. But you did. The way they treated me, bound, and gagged me. Yet you came back. You make me so happy. Because you make me so comfortable that the world isn't really a horrible place. I even let you tied me up once and maybe more because I trusted you. You made me feel safe." Elizabeth said as it seemed like she would of started crying.
"Wait...you actually went through with it?" Brigid asked. Being shocked by the fact that Elizabeth admitted about the consensual bondages session she had with Archie. "Oh my...." She said.
"Yes I did. Because I felt safe with you Archie. You made me feel like the world to you.....like I actually had someone watching over me." Elizabeth said as she had tears forming in her eyes. But sounding angry.
It was silent for 10 seconds. Then Archie finally said something.
"I am so sorry......but there is something wrong with me....I've been seeing Atlas in my head....Frank." Archie told them. The two women both got surprised looks on their faces.
"I don't know why I am seeing him. But considering what you said about the programming Brigid....maybe that's why he's in my head. He says things that make me upset. He was the one I was yelling at after I tied up Elizabeth. He was telling me to do what any man would do...to playing with your boobs or see up your skirt. Or even give you a big messy kiss on your gag or have a good time with Tenenbaum! Oh God I hear hearing that Irish accent.....I hate hearing his voice. I don't know why he's in my head I KILLED HIM!" Archie started yelling as he put his heads on his head.
The two women flinched at that one yell. They were shocked and felt very uncomfortable hearing that. Elizabeth instinctively touched her mouth in fear when she heard about a threatened gag kiss. This brought up memories when Atlas revealed who he was. It felt like she was reliving that moment. Brigid looked at Elizabeth. Then back to Archie to try to calm him down.
"Archie...it's okay.....don't yell...please don't wake up the children." Brigid told her.
"My God I've been traumatized by what happened. I kept my emotions in. I thought everything was going good till Sofia took over Rapture. I'm terrified if something similar happens to you two again. I said too much I just want to be honest with you two. Oh my fucking God! You two make me so happy. I'M JUST SO PARANOID!" Archie yelled again. His PTSD was kicking in. He was finally breaking yet again. He actually started crying.
The women flinched again. He didn’t raise his voice like that at them. But Brigid quickly broke away from her filched state. The man wasn’t in a good state.
"Shh shh Archie stop it's okay." Brigid walks towards him. She put her hands on his face. "Archie......look at me please. If you were my biological son. I would be proud of you. You've done so much good. But please be honest with me. Don't hold all those feelings in." Brigid tried comforting him.
"I was trained not to share that stuff. I mean the place were in." Archie told her.
"I understand that but this isn't the surface. This place is different than being up there. I understand why you wanted to do. But if you really want us to be safe. Please let us speak. Be honest with us. Bind us only when we want to be bound." Brigid told him and comforting him. "I love you. Elizabeth loves you. So many people love you. Please just talk to us. Don't put that weight on yourself." After Brigid told him that. She hugged him.
Elizabeth just watched. She decided to walk over there and joined in the hug as well.
"Archie...again I love you. We all trusted Atlas....don't think we don't know how you feel. You're so selfless to make sure we don't go through that again. You don't have to go through this alone." Elizabeth said.
"I forgive you Archie." Brigid said as well.
"Even if I'm still upset...I still forgive you." Elizabeth said as she hugged him tighter.
Archie just stood there being embraced by them. With tears down his eyes. He finally said something. "Thank you two...so much." As he embraced them as well.
The three just stood there embracing each other for a good minute. Then Archie finally said something. "Hey Elizabeth.....do you want me to sleep alone tonight?" He asked her.
"Don't worry I'm still gonna sleep with my teddy." Elizabeth said with a warm smile. Confirming they can still sleep in the same bed as her. Then surprising to them the door opened. It was Sally who opened the door.
"Is everything okay?" Sally asked with Miranda right behind her. The three just looked at them. Brigid broke away from the hug to go to the two children.
"Is it okay my little ones. The grown ups were having a grown up conversation. We're sorry that we woke you up. Would we like me to read you a story?" Brigid told them.
"Hey Brigid." Elizabeth came behind her. "How about I read them a story. I think you need some rest anyway. Besides I enjoy reading to them." Elizabeth said as the two little girls got excited when they heard that. The idea of reading them a bedtime story always made Elizabeth happy. It's what she needed right now. Everyone needed rest that night.
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The bloody hues of hell were something she really didn’t miss, having grown accustomed to the vibrance of the mortal plains, the denizens here were so boring, so predictable... all knew of her, feared her, respected her. It was so different topside, she wasn’t well known, oh she was feared in some circles but above? She could do whatever she pleases. Whisper into the ears of choice politicians, completely destroy and debased entire countries, bring forth strife and despair to people and families, steal the souls of the unwarily desperate sort. It was her playground, it reminded her of all those eons ago before she was sealed and the joy she had held within the pure debauchery, and destruction, that brought entire races to quake and tremble underneath her fingertips, as she erased their pathetic lives, screams a musical symphony to her ears.
Ah, look at her, getting lost within her reminiscence of the old days; reeling back to the present, the demoness held a very specific goal, in returning to the hellish landscape she had called home. A very specific person, one she knew far too well, one of whom she knew was thriving here in the desolate landscape since his...unfortunate death. Oh! how she relished in his face of complete and utter betrayal, his picture-perfect world crumbling down around him, any thought of him finally reaching a semblance of happiness torn from his grasp! There was a reason why you didn’t fall for demons, let alone ones sealed within a radio and that so obviously catered to your specific desires and whims, he was so easy to read, yet, oh so fun to manipulate and to play with. Precious little Raimond Lamelle, arguably one of her most entertaining of toys, he held a place of high regard to her. But not in the way one would expect, no, he had kept her interest longer than any other plaything she had held previously, something to admire for certain, with how fickle she truly was.
Humming a peppy little tune as she roamed the vast streets of the pentagram, demons of all walks of life steering clear of her path, the sharp clacking of heels reverberated around her accompanied by the faint hum of static and the hushed murmuring from the terrified crowd. Not much has changed, she thought rather bored with the lack of change her in hell, one would think that with the exterminations more new places would crop up and whatnot. Alas, that just wasn’t the case much to her chagrin, everything remained boring and predictable, yes, she didn’t miss this place, not one bit. Abruptly the displeased demoness stopped in front of a radio, and that oh so familiar voice filtering through. Impossible grin grew even wider as the corners cut into her cheeks. 
She had found him...
In a flurry of movement, the shadows around her melded together and enveloped her within inky black, she now knew where he was, and oh, how she was going to relish in their little reunion. Just how much has he grown since she saw him last? What did he even look like? The being was positively curious! So color her shocked and quite pleased at what she saw when the shadows faded away into nothing, oh dear, he must of been so angry! The man before her bore a striking resemblance to herself, how distraught that broken and angry man must have been, that even in death, he simply couldn’t escape her grasp! The demon before her, and subsequently the reason for her visit was hunched over his precious microphone, broadcasting what he truly loved to do in life! Observing him from the doorway she stood before, the vile woman had decided to finally make her presence known. Silently she made her way over to the oblivious demon as long slender arms draped over his shoulders, a deep throaty chuckle, one he was all too familiar with filled the air.
“Well, well, well! If it isn’t my darling little Raimond!” Sultry dulcet purred against his ears “It’s been far too long! It seems to me you’ve made quite the name for yourself! Truly, I am so proud of you, mon cher!” Adelicia slipped away from the soul she had used and tormented in life, mocking grin etched deeply into her face as she clasped her hand together in apparent glee
“I’m glad you still adore me enough to look like me in death! I’m flattered, darling~”
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