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[prophetparadox]

DMC OC Week Day 1: Introduction

(I made this image in a picrew, so it’s not totally accurate to her design but it’s the best I could do with limited options)

It’s officially midnight so fuck it, time to make my first post for this prompt week! I may have just gotten into this series, but I do have an OC and since I plan on writing a fic soon I figured participating in @dmc-oc-week​ was a good way to start! So it’s time to meet my girl Kay! So I’ve filled out an infographic for her, and wrote up a little drabble to go along with this, get ready to learn more about her as the week goes on! Though if you read my stuff on AO3, you’ve probably already seen her a little bit, but let’s get this ball rolling!

Name: Kay [Real Name REDACTED]

Age: Mid-20’s (24-26) (as of DMC5)

DoB: September 26th

Race/Species: Human, mostly...

Height: 5’6”/167 cm

Weight: 117 lbs.

Appearance: Kay has medium length brown hair that goes just above her chest, her left eye is brown but no one knows what her right eye looks like as it’s covered by a dark purple eyepatch and hidden further by her hair covering her right eye. She wears a purple sleeveless top, black capris, a gray hoodie that is usually tied around her waist, light gray boots, and fingerless fishnet gloves.

Personality: Kay is a cheerful albeit socially awkward girl, but she has a stubborn side and isn’t afraid to say what’s on her mind. Emotion wise, she wears her heart on her sleeve and isn’t good at hiding how she feels unless she bottles it up. She tends to be optimistic, but there might be something darker lying deeper... She’s very affectionate towards the people she cares about. That being said, Kay is also rather secretive. She doesn’t open up about her past, being vague and only bringing up as little as possible. It’d take a lot of trust for her to open up about such things. Due to being around Dante for so long, she’s developed a bit of a sarcastic attitude.

Quick Facts/Abilities: Kay primarily wields her axe Fenrir, a Devil Arm, in battle, but she does have firearms training courtesy of Lady and carries around a pistol. Despite her right eye being covered up and hidden, she doesn’t seem to be handicapped by this and behaves as if it weren’t hidden at all. She has a good sense of intuition, being able to know if someone is trustworthy or has demonic power. 

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It was always strange when the office was quiet. If it wasn’t a song blasting from the jukebox filling the space with noise, it was the chattering of its employees. Even more rare was when the quiet wasn’t because the power had been shut off. But today seemed to be a rare moment where the power was on but not a sound could be heard. But in all honesty, that didn’t really bother the sole occupant of the office at the moment.

Sitting down on the couch with a book in hand was a young woman known simply as Kay. Without any “work” to do, she had time to finish yet another book she’d had on her long pile of things to read. And with the others still asleep, she could enjoy the peace of the lazy April morning. Though admittedly, she was having trouble focusing on the words. Perhaps it was too quiet? Or maybe it was because she hadn’t eaten breakfast yet? She wasn’t sure. All she knew is that the peace and quiet had quickly lost its appeal. Maybe Dante would wake up soon and then they could-

The phone on Dante’s desk began to ring, sounding louder than usual thanks to the deafening quiet. The sudden noise made her nearly fall off the couch. Quickly stuffing her bookmark into the novel, she leapt up from her seat and dashed for the phone. No one else was around to answer, and it might just be a job! She had to take this chance. She picked up the phone, holding on to the possibility that this would be big.

“Devil May Cry!” she answered, as she had many times before. She listened intently to the person on the other end, unable to hide the grin on her face when they gave the password. “Alright, I think we can help you. What’s the issue?” she asked, grabbing a pen and piece of scrap paper so she could write down the details. This was perfect! She could take this job and-

“I’ll be taking that, thank you!” The voice behind her and the sudden stealing of the phone from her hands snapped her out of her good mood. She didn’t even have to guess who it was, she knew that voice all too well.

“Dante, what the hell?!” Kay shouted, turning to face her “boss”. From the looks of it, he’d just tumbled out of bed and was woken up by the phone ringing. He didn’t bother answering her, simply giving a cocky grin in response.

“Sorry about that, mind repeating what you said there?” he said, responding to the client on the phone. Dammit, he was gonna steal the job for himself! She seethed in silence as Dante attentively listened to the client. “Alright then, I’ll be there asap, we’ll discuss payment afterwards,” He put the phone back on the receiver and grabbed Rebellion. “Duty calls, Kay! You know the drill, hold down the fort while I’m gone!”

“Of course you won’t let me come with,” Kay sighed, sitting down in the chair already aware this would be a losing argument. But it was still worth a try, maybe he’d come around for once? “I don’t see why, this assignment isn’t that tricky.”

“Which is why you’re staying here. Besides, someone needs to hold off Lady and Trish if they come knocking! And if there’s anyone I trust the office with, it’s you.”

She knew that was meant to be a compliment, but she’d heard it too many times and was getting tired of it. “Come on, Dante, I’m not a kid! I can handle myself out there, you’ve seen it with your own eyes!” she argued.

“Sorry Kay, but my mind’s made up. This is a one man job, you wouldn’t be able to do much if you came. They’d all be dead before you could swing your axe,” He leaned down to tousle her hair, earning him a groan of annoyance from her. “I’m sorry, but I have my reasons. You’ll understand one of these days. Just trust me, would ya?”

There it was, the excuse he always pulled. He always had his reasons that he never explained and one day she’d totally understand it all. That was usually a sign the conversation was over. “Just go already.” she said with the wave of her hand at the door.

“I’ll make it up to you, kiddo. I’ll treat you to something when I get back!” he said as he walked towards the door, trying to make her feel better. It was hard when by treating her he meant they’d get pizza from a fancier joint than usual and she’d be the one stuck picking it up.

“I’m still not your kid, Dante! I’m a grown woman!” she called out as he made his way out the door. Once again, she was left alone in the office.

Kay stood up and made her way over to the kitchen, unable to ignore her hunger and resigned to eating alone. She was so tired of being left behind with no explanation. She’d been fighting demons long before she met Dante, but he just seemed content to make her watch the office and pick up pizzas or coffee. She was getting tired of this, she wanted to see some action again! Go out in the field and kick demon ass! But noooooo, she was stuck here.

Maybe one day she’d be able to head out there again, prove to Dante that she was just as capable as him or the girls, take down demons like she used to. But clearly that wasn’t today. But soon, something had to happen soon. They’d get a job so big that he couldn’t leave her behind and then he’d see! Or at least that’s what she kept telling herself.

But for some reason, she felt as if that hope would become reality soon enough. She could just be getting her hopes up, but she wanted to believe her intuition was right. If only she could see the future and know for certain… Until then, she’d just stay here and hope that someone would walk through the door or dial their number and change everything.

[blooddrop-palace]

DMC-OC-Week Day 2

(I’ve decided to share more Picrew for the ones I have Picrew images for. Welcome to day 2!)

Day 2 - Connections to the Cast

Seraphina Valkyrie - 

My version of “the lady in red.” Nero’s mother, Vergil’s brief moment of human connection. A Holy Knight, though she was regarded more as a rogue knight… not so different from how Nero was treated. She took a risk to banish demons who were after her and her just-born son, and the risk took her to hell, leaving Nero behind. 

“Am I crazy? I suppose you can call me that. I have enough sense to know that other people will find it not normal that my reaction upon finding a stranger in an alley that could cut down demons with superhuman ability… was to invite him to my apartment, give him a place to stay for a month, try to challenge him to a duel, and then invite him to my bed. But what can I say? Many Fortunans feared me because I tamed a devil arm. Most men I knew were cowards who feared a woman with claws. How could I not become infatuated with a man who did not fear me?”

Kassandra King - 

A girl with some demonic ties who visited Redgrave to check out what was up with the tower that appeared “a while back.” Had a fling with Dante… and the results lead to other things. 

“I’ve always dreamt of having a knight in shining armor. It’s not that my brothers aren’t nice, but they are my brothers. To find someone from outside of the family who would be willing to learn about you, and let you learn about them, and for them to want to stay with you and raise a family with… it’s a fairytale. And I want that fairytale…”

Arabella -

In an AU where Nero is ¼ human and ¾ devil, Arabella is a “Great Winged Serpent” devil whom Vergil met in Fortuna. She allowed him to take her on a journey as a devil arm, and after the Temem-ni-Gru, she talked him out of immediately seeking out Mundus, and offered to teach him how to properly survive in Hell, first. This agreement got a little… tangled up in other things… and the next thing Vergil knew, he woke up one day and Bella was coiled around him and an egg.

“Humans call love to be the most powerful emotion. I would have to agree with them. The idea that I would ever want to leave my secluded life guarding my territory and stop chasing out every trespasser was unthinkable. I liked my loneliness… until Sparda taught me how to be better. But it wasn’t just Sparda. I had a lot more to learn, still. And so did Vergil. We make a good match, don’t we? And Nero would grow up learning of the power of love, too.”

Snow King - 

The “results” of Kassandra’s fling with Dante. Following near-canon, she never got to meet Dante until post DMC5. She will come to meet Nero and Nico first, and perhaps that’s for the best. 

“Mad? At Dante? It’s my mother’s own stubborn fault that she wouldn’t tell him! But that’s an old song and dance already. If anything, I feel kind of bad for Dante. I really want to have a connection with him, but it’s probably a lot for him to take in now that I’m grown. The first thing I want to talk to him about is how he’d like to handle my mother, not me. If they can put a case closed on that, then maybe mom can just… stop feeling guilty and let go. After that? I guess if he lets me call him “dad”, I’ll be content enough.”

Noel - 

What if Vergil and Dante’s positions had been switched? Dante ran out to the park and nearly died, believing that no one will ever help him, he will never believe in or rely on anyone else again, and set out to “become a devil if he had to so that he will never rely on anyone else again.” Vergil, saved but an amnesiac for his younger years, regrets everything about pushing his brother away when he recalls his past, and after losing more people who showed him kindness, decides he must do what he can to protect what little he has left. So, who is Noel, then? Well, she has a devil bringer of copper-red tones that glows honey gold, and grew up in Fortuna. Does that shed some light? (She also eventually fesses up to a relationship with Credo. Well, more like Credo finally asks her if she’ll allow courtship.)

“I can’t BELIEVE my dad! When Uncle V drags him back, I’m going to give him a piece of my mind! No, I don’t want to hear it, Nico. I’m mad right now, can’t you tell? No, I’m not crying. Shut it will you-- Devil May Cry-- Fuck. Oh, hey there Credo. Lady and Trish safely back at the shop? It’s still standing? Cool. Hey uh… NICO! Saviour, are you trying to kill us? Oh, fine. Hey, we’ll pick you up with a delay, okay? No, don’t trigger just to get to us. It’s just small fry. Yeah, see you soon. I got work to do.”

Anthony and Caesar - 

(Nope, still don’t have images for them. Picrew isn’t working today.)

What if Kassandra got in contact with Dante after she found out she was pregnant? And came to live at DMC? Well, everyone around Dante would be in for a surprise when he starts to work his ass off to make a comfortable home for the new little princess in his life, but the bigger surprise is that he doesn’t stop there with Kassy, and they become a family of five. Tony and Caesar would be rambunctious twins, of course, but Dante would make sure to do right by these twins. Being a family of part-devils, of course, he will not avoid teaching them how to fight. Tony will find himself equipped with an axe and a pair of gauntlets when he becomes old enough, and Caesar was gifted with lighter weapons of a scythe and a pair of deadly shuriken. This might sound familiar to some people~

“Our family? Yeah sure, Caesar and I have lots of family! Just from mom’s side alone we have 7 cousins!”

“Within our own family, we have our older sister, Snow. And when we were about… 14 or something, dad found our cousin, Nero.”

“...Dad never said anything ‘bout having a twin brother before. It was kind of a shock.”

“I think meeting Uncle Vergil was probably the more shocking thing. He’s, uh…”

“Abrasive?”

“I was going to say broken but yes, he’s a bit abrasive, too.”

“Well I guess that explains Nero’s reign on his attitude.”

“Does it really? Sometimes I think you’re kind of like Nero, too.”

“Eh. I mean, in the end we’re all family. Dad’s happier to have his brother back. I get it. Mom thinks Uncle Vergil will figure out how to deal with the human world over time. And if mom thinks so then yeah! Sure!”

“I would rather believe that it will be for the best, yes. After all, if you got yourself into trouble due to your own stupidity, I would still want to help you.”

“...I still can’t believe you voluntarily allowed yourself to get locked up with me for a night when I stole a motorcycle because I got cornered by a demon and had to get away. I get it, bro, we got each other’s backs, but jail isn’t fun.”

“You get into too much trouble. Someone has to keep an eye on you. Dad can only do so much to get you out of trouble.”

Tony groans. 

[skvaderarts]

Devil May Cry OC Week Day 4!

I’m actually really excited for @dmc-oc-week day for because it gives me the opportunity to talk about Sirrus without delving into spoilers! Yay loopholes!

This contains slight spoilers, but nothing super important. Just keep that in mind. it won’t effect anything, but if you want to go in totally blind, tread carefully.

Dislikes:

Note: if your wondering why I did dislikes first, it’s because that’s just how Sirrus is lol! He’s not a downer, but he likes to think of himself as a realist, but he’s slightly closer to being a pragmatic nihilist, and that lack of optimism lingers in his day to day life because he’s naturally going to have his guard up at all times. He can’t be disappointed if his expectations are nonexistent. Big mood, Sirrus.

1. His father. As previously mentioned, Sirrus is not on good terms with his father. At all. In fact, he’s actively waiting for his father’s hubris to catch up to him along with some of the enemies he’s made along the way so that he himself doesn’t have to confront him and possible end him because he knows he has it coming, but he doesn’t have it in him to do it himself. He’s probably powerful enough, but he just doesn’t have the heart. Despite everything, he’s still got a small ounce of compassion in his heart towards his father that he can’t let go of, something that he loathes about himself. It’s pretty unhealthy.

2. People that abuse power, authority, or social standing. This is actually a large issue in his own immediate family, and that’s part of why his dislike for it is so powerful. He genuinely believes that you should positively contribute to the lives of others if you have the means to, and if nothing else, that you should not detract from them. As a result, he’s developed a dislike of a large portion of people in power because, I mean, fair enough. But his family does not escape this designation, and that’s a large part of why he does what he does. Not because he believes he has superior judgement or standing over others, but because he cannot solve a problem that he does not understand. So as a result, he has to go out into the field and learn from those his work effects. Assuming that he knows what’s best for everyone while simultaneously never having met those people is literally what he hates most about most people in positions of power, and he strives to not do the same. Being powerful doesn’t mean that your smart, and he knows that first hand. I feel like Sirrus would be into the “eat the rich” thing if it was a thing in the DMC universe. Very into it.

3. His mother. I feel like this one may come as a bit of a surprise to some of you who know more about him from the fic since he’s literally only mentioned her once, and doesn’t speak of her in any broad sense, but Sirrus isn’t on the best of terms with his mother, either. He doesn’t harbor any negativity towards them for splitting up when he was young. In fact, he considers it the best thing that either of them has probably ever done. But he has his reasons for not being on good terms with him mom. Day 6 will cover family and background, so I’ll get to go in depth on that day! For now, lets just put it under the broad but totally accurate category of “extremely toxic and codependent relationship” and go from there. Maybe I’ll make a family tree you you can see how messed up everything is! Yea, that would be fun! Would you like to see that?

4. Extreme heat and sun. In truth, while he does in fact become more powerful in bright sunlight, he still hates it. Why? Simple. It gives him migraines due to one of his existing (but not yet disclosed) abilities. And he just hates to be hot. He’s on the pale side (Ok, he almost makes V look like he has a tan.) so he gets sun burned. And because he’s used to a cooler climate, hot places drive him NUTS. I suppose you could say that “Discomfort” is a dislike of his, too.

5. Desk work. This one probably seems pretty random, but as an adjudicator, he actually has to occasionally file reports, and he ABSOLUTELY HATES EVERY SECOND OF IT. He’s good at what he does, no question there, but it’s kind of like being good at sending corporate emails when you hate the fake corporate politeness that you have to maintain, and you basically despise half of the company you work for. Why does he keep the job? Simple. Because no one can abuse the power of the position he’s in if he does it himself. And for him, that’s worth hating a large aspect of his job,

Likes:

1. V. Yup you read that right. Sirrus absolutely adores V, something that he himself is not used to. At this point, he’s not entirely sure what he feels towards him since they haven’t known one another for very long, but he does realize that he means quite a bit to him. After V saved his life in the fic, he really started to pay more attention to him. Before, they were friendly and he had to admit that he actually did find both V and Nero (and Nico, for that matter) really cute, but that was about it. And then as they started spending more time around one another, Sirrus realized that perhaps he liked being around V for a reason. He’s still working on understanding what he feels, but with everything going on in the fic, for now he’s just there to help and figure out what’s going on so that everything turns out alright. Then he can worry about everything else. But for now, he’s just working it out as he goes and trying to distract V from everything going on in the fic. He realizes that he’s got a lot going on, and he genuinely just wants him to be happy for a few damn minuets.

2. Being around equally strange people. Sirrus feels like an outcast most of the time, so as a general rule, he tries to associate with people as little as possible. That being said, the DMC crew makes him feel right at home, and the supreme otherness that he feels much of the time dissipates when he’s with them. It’s a welcome feeling to be sure.

3. Wine. Sirrus actually enjoys wine quite a bit! It’s something he likes the taste of, and due to his biological inability to drink, it’s something he can basically enjoy without consequence. That being said, his favorite wine is absolutely disgusting to basically everyone who’s ever tasted it (aside form V, much to his surprise) and that may be because of a certain added ingredient that was put into it for flavor. What can I say, he has unorthodox tastes!

4. Cooking good food. Sirrus doesn’t actually need to eat, but he does like to entertain those around him. If he likes you, he will cook for you. It’s that simple. It’s something from his own culture that’s been instilled in him; the idea of taking care of those that show kindness to you. And believe me, that doesn’t happen to him very often. He’s largely ostracized in most social interactions despite the fact that he says and does nothing to cause this. Its a key reason as to why he doesn't talk about what he is. It makes people... uncomfortable. And to add to that, he has a sort of aura to him that unnerves people. The way he tends to look at people at though he’s looking through them instead of at them doesn’t help.

5. Fine arts. Something that doesn’t come up much in the books is that Sirrus has hobbies. And a love for the fine arts. All of them. The more unorthodox, the better. Sirrus is that person who is dead inside and will stare at a piece of artwork for ridiculous amounts of time, pondering it’s meaning. Not in a pretensions way, but in a “what the hell am I doing with my life” sort of way. He’s a walking essential crisis, but he’s nothing if not self aware. But in regards to the arts, if it’s a form of expression, then he’s all for it. And he will probably ask you to teach it to him or become a financial patron to your work. He thinks that art and the people that make it are under appreciated, and the idea of art dying out genuinely scares him to death. He doesn’t think a world without art is worth living in. As an extension to this, he loves history. He considered much of it distasteful, but he recognizes it’s importance.

Bonus: Sirrus likes to send extravagant gifts. This is partially due to the fact that he has a very large sum of money and nothing to spend it on. It’s a regular occurrence that you will mention liking something in passing and then end up having it sent to your house out of nowhere. Sirrus did this to V with basically an entire house of furniture, and V is still trying to process it. But this isn’t the only time he’s going to do something like that. Not by a long shot.

Let me know if you have any questions! I love answering them :D And if you have any input, I’ve love to hear that, too!

[solynaceawrites]

Promise Me Forever [13]

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Dante, Lirael Thorne (OC) Tags: Slow Burn, Romance, Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe, First Time, Friends to Lovers Chapters: 13/13 co-written by @lickitysplitfic​ Summary: An old, long-forgotten promise between gods comes back to haunt Dante when it deposits an unfamiliar woman on his door. Claiming to be the descendant of Ler, she says that they’re meant to fulfill the oath made by Sparda centuries ago, and all he can do is watch as she turns his life upside down. Yet when her parents come knocking, demanding the oath be fulfilled, he’s forced to choose: return to the bachelor ways he loved so much, or give in to the emotions brewing between him. Note: Thank you so much to everyone who gave this story a shot! We hope that you enjoyed it, and as always we welcome your comments. Even though this is the end of this fic, it's not the end for us, or for Lir! Both authors have just started new DMC fics, so please go check them out! Wires by solynacea The Wish by lickitysplit

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Dante makes good on his promise. They don't leave the bed for the rest of the day, other to eat and shower, and even that's done together. He'd never thought that having someone else wash his hair would be so pleasant, but with the little massage she'd given his scalp, he certainly wasn't complaining, and he's almost sad to bid farewell to the little bed and breakfast the next morning. Lir keeps her hand in his while they head to the station and on the train ride home, leaning on his shoulder when she's not busy watching the scenery pass the window; watching her, he realizes two things. One, he's the happiest he can remember being.

And, two, he's got it bad.

They reach the Devil May Cry around noon. There's an unfamiliar car parked on the curb, but that, in itself, isn't unusual. He's more than accustomed to having people in and out, and he's half-expecting to walk in and see Trish, given her penchant for taking vehicles that interest her, whether she pays for them or not. Her habit of "borrowing" has caused problems before, so he readies himself for a little scolding and a reminder that she can't just steal some poor schmuck's car, yet Lir pauses on the sidewalk, staring at it with furrowed brows.

"You good?" he asks.

She shakes her head. "That's my father's car. It's just . . . He never drives anywhere unless it's important."

"Did you . . ." He frowns. "I'm not upset, but did you tell them you were thinking of leaving?"

"No, I didn't tell anyone." Lir takes a deep breath. "Let's see what they want."

Sure enough, her parents are inside. Her mother sits on the couch while her father admires the weapons hanging on the wall, and when Dante helps Lir inside Lorenna jumps to her feet. "There you are! Oh, I was so worried!"

She runs to Lir and pulls her into a hug, kissing her cheek as she rocks her tightly. "Where have you been? I've been so worried! You don't answer your messages or call me and I even got one of those app things and you don't even do that!" He frowns as she lets go of a shocked Lir and narrows her eyes at him. "You, so-called devil man, whatever you are. Do you not let my daughter speak to her own mother?"

"What are you talking about?" Dante snaps.

Lorenna opens her mouth to argue again when Lir interrupts her. "Mother, what is the problem? We went away for a couple of days, that's all."

"That's all! My daughter is out running around with a demon instead of coming home like she's supposed to do, and you ask me what the problem is!"

"He's not a demon, he's my husband," Lir says through gritted teeth.

Her mother huffs. "Well not for much longer. We have the papers for annulment, and your father can arrange for another marriage right away. We can pretend this whole thing didn't happen, isn't that wonderful?"

"No." Dante steps forward and puts his hand on Lir's arm, tugging her towards him. "Lir's not going anywhere.”

Lorenna laughs. "Well, that's hardly for you to decide! The vow has been fulfilled, freeing Lirael of whatever hold you've gotten over her. She's going to come home, where she'll marry someone more suitable for her station instead of a demon like you. Now, Lir, come along with me so we can pack. Your father and I have picked the perfect husband for you—"

"No." It's the first time he's heard Lir's voice so firm, so cold, and it must startle her parents as much as it does him. Augustus turns, his brows raised, while Lorenna's mouth hangs open. "Dante is right. I'm not leaving. Like it or not, I'm married to him—something you decided on. The only thing you didn't plan for is that I would love him, which I do. I'm quite happy here, and I have no intentions of going anywhere."

"Nonsense!" Her mother puffs up, jabbing a finger in his chest, and Dante grits his teeth. "I demand you release whatever spell you've cast on my daughter this instant! No child of mine would willingly sully herself like this! And you!" She turns to Lir furiously. "What do you suppose the neighbors would say to hear of this? You're coming with us, and that's final!"

Lir places a hand on his arm; glancing down, he's surprised to find her smiling. "Of course," she replies quietly. "The fact that I'm in a marriage that I enjoy, with a man—yes, mother, a man—is something you wouldn't understand, because it doesn't come with your approval. Unfortunately, I have no need for that. No matter what you say, what threats you make, I'm staying right here."

Lorenna's face goes white with anger. Turning, she shouts. "Augustus! Talk sense into your daughter! Ler only knows that she'd listen to you over her own mother."

Augustus studies Dante thoughtfully. "Do you love her in return?"

"Yeah," Dante replies simply.

Augustus smiles. "So that settles it! Looks like all is well." He holds out his arm to his wife. "Come along, Lorenna, let's leave the newlyweds alone."

Dante smiles as Lorenna goes almost purple. "Newlyweds! My daughter is the child of Ler and—"

"Mother!" 

She nearly chokes on her words as Lir's voice takes on a hardness Dante had never imagined. His eyes widen a bit as he feels something crackling in the air: not the same sort of tug as when there is a demon nearby, but some kind of magic, as her eyes flash like lightning. "Go. Home."

Her mother still does not move, and Augusts takes her gently by the shoulder. "Let us leave in peace, Lorenna, before our daughter wishes to have nothing else to do with us. I understand this is a shock to you, but as long as Lirael is safe and happy, we have no reason to complain."

Lorenna nods, seeming in a daze, and he leads her to the door, pausing on the threshold. "Dante," he says. "I don't have to tell you how this could end. It's possible others will make their displeasure known, and, as Lirael's father, I am relying on you to protect her. Can I trust you with that?"

"Hey, I'm married now," Dante jokes. "I gotta do what she says."

Lir elbows him in the ribs, but Augustus chuckles as he leads Lorenna towards the door. Once it is closed, he breathes a huge sigh of relief, watching as Lir steps over to lock it behind them.

"I'm sorry about that," she says, looking back over her shoulder. "I don't know why I thought they would leave us in peace."

Dante snorts. "Hey, come here." He holds out his arms and she moves towards him, wrapping her own around his waist as he curls his around her shoulders. He pops a kiss on the top of her head and says, "So, what should we do now?"

She peers up at him with a warm smile. "Do you have any jobs today?"

"Nah, schedule's clear."

"Then I know exactly what we should do." Her hands play with the buttons of his shirt, her expression turning coy. "You're wearing too many clothes, though."

"Oh, fuck yeah."

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A few hours later, Dante snoozes in bed, his head resting comfortably on Lir's stomach. For such a tiny girl, she is certainly comfortable, especially with the way her fingers brush through his hair. "I think I'm getting better at that," he murmurs.

He smiles when he feels her giggle. "Yes, you are."

Dante strokes her hip, smirking a bit. "I better keep practicing. Don't want you to use that voice on me, the one you used on your mom." He chuckles at his own joke, but he senses how she tenses and her fingers pause in the locks hanging down the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry," she murmurs. "I know that was unsightly."

He lifts his head to look at her, climbing up until they're eye-to-eye. "Nah. If I'm honest, it was pretty hot. I knew you could use magic, but that was badass." Lir smiles, though it seems a touch uncertain, and he dips down to kiss the corner of her mouth. "Besides, I've got some unsightly parts to me, too."

“I’m looking forward to seeing them,” Lir sighs.

Dante sits up and gives her a little frown. “I don’t wanna harp on it after this, so I’m gonna ask one more time. You sure?” 

Lir raises her eyebrows. “I just want you to know,” he hurries on, “I can’t give you much. You know I’m broke, I don’t have . . . Well, anything really. I can’t promise you anything more than a few slices of pizza and this run-down shop. I can’t promise that demons aren’t gonna show up looking for me or raise a tower out of the ground or that I’ll come back from a job with all my fingers. I can’t promise . . .”

She cuts him off by pressing her lips to his, and Dante sinks against her as her arms slide around his neck. “Maybe not,” she answers. “But you know what you can promise me?”

“What’s that?” he murmurs.

“Forever.”

Lir blinks up at him, and Dante grins. “Just forever, huh? I think I can handle that.” She giggles as he moves over her again, sealing the promise with a kiss.

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Not A Ghost - part 38

A/N - Multi-part fic. Colossus x OC where OC has come home after being wrongfully imprisoned in the Icebox. Warnings for whole fic - references and flashbacks to harsh prison environment, including various types of abuse.

NEW WARNING - fictional police brutality. Takes place shortly after events in Deadpool 2. Whole thing will end up on my AO3 eventually.

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Hot rage surged and Rhonda slapped a palm on the plexiglass wall. The force made her shoulder flare in agony, but she ignored it. “FUCKING GODDAMMIT!” she screamed. “He fucking brought the girls!” A cluster of guards was closing around the whirling blue sparks and the orange forcefield growing like an angry bubble. The team had splintered throughout the yard and mess hall. Battered as she was, with gashed arms, a ruined shoulder, and something wrong with her ribs, Rhonda was filled with enough rage to fight even the Juggernaut if she had to. She kicked off her shoes and yanked the grimy socks off her feet.

“Um, Rhonda?” Wade asked, “What are you doing? I know you’re a little cracked, but this isn’t the beach.” He looked around the office, as if confirming for himself that this was indeed not the beach.

She rounded on Wade and said, “Stay here and watch these two. Make sure they don’t do anything stupid.” With a glare at Mimi and Robinson, she demanded, “Let me out.”

Mimi flicked her tongue, clicking her teeth and raising her brow. She gestured with her palms up. “Okay, bitch, give them hell.”

She waved a finger and Robinson beeped the door open for Rhonda to slip out. She took two of the discarded collars with her, clicking them closed.

Rhonda threaded through inmates. The ones strong enough to fight had either joined Colossus and Beast against the DMC or had decided to settle their own grudges amongst themselves - or against the X-men, ignoring the warnings from Mimi and Guestbook. As she ran on the metal walkways, each time her foot met the surface, she sent a strong electric pulse. Anyone close to her took a nasty shock, stunned and needed a moment to recover. It kept everyone from getting close to grab her.

When she was as close as the network of walkways would allow, she was above the guards attacking the young women on the ground floor. Rhonda threw one of the collars like a frisbee, and shot a spark after it. The explosive in the block detonated over their heads and as they looked up and around for the source, she shouted to get their attention. 

Yukio and Negasonic almost faltered in their guard at the sight of their friend, Negasonic’s unofficial adoptive mother. She had a wide, sinister grin as she antagonized the officers into following her. Her hair was tangled and frizzy, one sleeve completely torn away, and splattered with blood in a few spots. She looked every bit like some kind of supernatural monster.

The guards, faces obscured in their gear, shouted and tried to clamber up the stairs to a spot where they would be able to hit her with a cattle prod or a new collar. Rhonda dodged and maneuvered through the railing, landing on the concrete floor with a roll. She tossed the other collar and sent a spark to detonate it at the guards’ feet. It was so cold she could hardly feel her fingers, toes, or her bare arm, but she felt the glass in her feet as she darted across the yard toward the solitary unit, drawing the guards away from her girls. 

Her lungs burned, her feet burned, her eyes burned, but as long as she was still conscious, it didn’t matter. The Department of Mutant Control would burn too.

--

Screams of combat and death echoed through the Icebox, a grim chorus in a cathedral of carnage. Cable and Domino had no qualms about killing anyone who attacked them. Nightcrawler and Storm did their best to use non-lethal means, but certainly they had a few fatalities among the officers and inmates. Yukio and Negasonic Teenage Warhead seemed to be the ones most careful to follow the X-Men’s first rule.

From the office, Wade cheered at the top of his lungs about X-Force. Mimi regarded the scene as if she were watching a casino floor - a multitude of individual games making a greater mosaic of risk and reward, all the while calculating her own chances of escaping alive.

“I think that’s Knowles,” Robinson pointed at a guard who had lost his helmet and took a hard hit to the head with Nightcrawler’s sword hilts. “Haha, he’s a prick!” The turncoat guard was maybe a little too giddy as his coworkers fell one by one to the attacking mutants.

Wade was only too happy to share Robinson’s glee. “Oooh, heyyy,” Wade drawled. “We got a plan for the free mini grenades?” he turned and jerked his thumb at the pile of collars. “‘Cause I have an idea.”

--

All the lights in the Icebox flickered, and in bursts the light bulbs throughout the whole complex started shattering. The screens in the office went dead for a moment, before emergency power kicked on, along with pale green emergency lights. Spilled blood looked black, living skin looked sickly, the Icebox looked utterly alien.

When the electricity went haywire, Colossus froze. His gaze wildly swept up to the office, and across the yard and mess hall. Rhonda was nowhere in sight. For the X-Men’s part, the fight was handled. The remaining inmates made it clear they wouldn’t fight. Storm, Cable, and Domino dragged unconscious and handcuffed people into a pile to save warmth until someone came for them. Yukio and Negasonic caught up with Colossus, tripping over their own words to tell him something had happened, Rhonda had done something.

“Slow down,” he told his rising panic as much as he told the young women. “Where is she?” 

“She ran that way,” Negasonic pointed down the far end of the mess hall. 

He was already running, with his mentees following closely as he asked, “How many guards followed her?”

“It was hard to tell,” Yukio’s breath came out in little grey puffs of steam. “At least five.”

As they got closer, wailing and howling echoed down the dark halls to them. Fearing the worst, Colossus followed the screams until he saw flashes of light from behind a door that stood ajar. Above the door read bold lettering, SOLITARY HOUSING UNIT. He bolted for it and threw it open. 

The scene of bodies made him stop short. Someone closer to the door was shrieking in agony before they fell to the ground, convulsing as threads of blue-green electricity danced and laced over the body. In seconds, the screams stopped. A few other bodies lay on the floor, smoke rising from their corpses. Any skin that was visible was charred, blackened. The room was dark, except for the dim emergency lights, but Piotr could make out the figure further down the cell block, where the lightning was coming from. They wore a filthy jumpsuit that should have been yellow. One arm was completely bare and littered with tattoos.

“Rhonda!” he called. 

Surprised, the forks and spears of lightning retreated until the figure was wreathed in jagged bright lines around their shoulders.

“Is she alive?” Negasonic asked behind him.

“Wait here,” he said breathlessly. Carefully, slowly, Colossus entered the unit. He could hear his wife’s ragged, heavy breathing, and saw her shoulders heaving. He saw numerous dead inmates on the floor stretching through the whole unit. Those looked like they had died of stabbing or blunt trauma. What froze his heart was the six bodies of officers on the floor that had clearly been electrocuted with Rhonda’s abilities. It made him sick, but after seeing other areas in the Icebox - the chaos, the raw ferocity of the inmates and the cruelty of the guards - everything inside him screamed to get his loved ones out of this place. “They can’t hurt you anymore,” he said loudly. She was breathing so heavy he thought she was sobbing. She still emanated lightning from most of her body, and her lack of response was worrying. The floor around her was streaked with blood and she was barefoot.

“Rhonda,” he tried again, softer, “You don’t have to fight anymore.” He took slow steps forward. He had to step over a dead inmate.

Between the heaving breaths, Rhonda managed to rasp out, “You see what I am now.”

Colossus was finally close enough to make out some details in her face - bruises, busted lip, blood-matted hair at her temple, scratches over her cheeks, paler and greener that she should be, or was that the emergency lights playing tricks on her skin? “I see you are injured and sick,” he answered simply. “The jet is waiting, let’s get out of here.”

She took a step back, extending one palm to lean on the wall beside her. “I killed these people.”

“Self defense,” he said numbly.

Rhonda shook her head and her eyes briefly rolled back before she answered, “Not all of it.”

It was dangerous to touch her while she was electrified like this. Colossus could do it, but it would hurt and if anyone else touched him, all the more dangerous for them. He had to get through to her and get her to come along. 

“What’s happening?” Yukio was barely audible from the hallway.

Throat tight, Piotr locked eyes with his wife cited their wedding vows in Russian, “[I will love you until all the stars go dark, and after.]”

Her brows lifted and she exhaled a shallow breath. “[You love who I used to be.]” Piotr heard hopelessness and defeat in her voice.

“Can we talk about this at home?” he urged, “Will you please come home with me?” He was close enough now that he held out his hand, expecting her to pull herself together and take it.

She shifted, and there was a sticky, wet sound under her feet. “You know no one will let me stay there, and they shouldn’t.”

“Rhonda!” Piotr pleaded. “That’s not true!” He thought of one last thing that he hoped would get through to her. He focused on every memory he could recall of holding her, any time he was touching her skin, and in a few seconds his armor melted away to reveal his own skin. “I’m not leaving this place without you. Please, let’s go.”

Even in the dim emergency lights, Rhonda had no trouble making out his soft, dark hair and bold blue eyes and the short, thick beard framing his face. How many times had she envisioned his face during her captivity? Her head hurt, she felt like she was in a strange dream. His long, muscular arms extended toward her. He was her home, everything good in the world. Hope sparked in her soul - hope that her worst fears were wrong, that Piotr could still be her home and that maybe there was a way she could move forward from the horrors of the Icebox--

There was movement in the corner of her vision, a silhouette rising from the floor and holding something sharp.

Without a thought, Rhonda sent a powerful spike of lightning surging through the air, just past Piotr's elbow and striking the figure behind him. The body fell, twitching and smoking, and a long shiv made from a piece of sheet metal clattered on the floor. 

In the split second it had taken Rhonda to fire off the bolt of lightning, Piotr had armored up again out of reflex. He looked down at the fallen inmate, a man with crusty blond hair, who had gotten within inches of being able to stab him. He quickly looked back at his wife, who had furrowed her brow, electricity finally under control. 

She wouldn't meet his eyes, instead looking down and away. “Are we going?" she asked with a hard edge. 

Taking a few hobbling steps, she struggled to breathe evenly and was leaving bloody footprints. Piotr heard a sickening crunch in each step. “Sladkaya, what happened to your feet?” It would take too long to reach the jet like this. Piotr swept her into his arms, ignoring her pained grunt, and sprinted for the way out. 

Negasonic and Yukio followed on his heels, running for the main area where the rest of the team was. Beast, Cable, Domino, and some of the inmates had already headed back down the tunnel to the jet, while Storm and the others waited in the mess hall to make sure everyone was accounted for. As Colossus reached her, Storm asked, “You found her?” She gasped when she saw her friend’s condition.

“Where is Beast?” he asked urgently.

Storm shook her head, “He took some of the injured in the railcar for the jet.”

“KURT!” the Russian shouted. At the bamf sound, he turned and begged, “Please, can you take her? You can get her to Hank faster than me, please!”

Nightcrawler gave a hurried affirmative as he took the wheezing, barely conscious woman in his arms, and disappeared to catch up with Beast and the first wave of injured mutants.

Wade and two more inmates ran up to Colossus, each holding an armful of collars. “Hey, big guy!” he beamed. “You found Little Miss Rampage?” He shared the same bright grin with the younger mutants with him, “Hi, Yukio!”

“Yes, and we have to go,” he answered impatiently. He was already heading for the way out and ushering everyone else along. 

Negasonic frowned, “What’s with the collars? What the fuck are you doing?”

Wade’s shoulders bounced in a playful shrug. “We’re going to put them in a nice pile by the door so we can wreck this shitbox on our way out.” 

The inmate beside him, a thin woman with dark grey scales, added seriously, “We just need a way to detonate them.”

The crazed mercenary raised his brows pointedly, “I’d use a gun, but NOBODY WILL GIVE ME ONE.”

Negasonic pursed her lips, then said, “Fine, I can do it. But we have to go, now.”

When the Icebox was clear of everyone who was leaving on the X-Jet, Wade, Mimi, and Robinson piled the collars near the main entrance that DMC personnel used. Yukio led Mimi and Robinson down the tunnel, while Wade and Negasonic waited a short delay before she sent a wave of energy that set off all the collars’ explosives. Each individual charge wasn’t much, but together it was a significant blast. The structure around the entrance crumbled, and cracks radiated in the rock along the tunnel.

“Fuck,” Negasonic spat. She and Wade sprinted headlong to catch up with the others, shouting for them to hurry because the whole tunnel could collapse.

“We did pretty good,” Wade huffed. “This went great. Let’s make an annual prison break tradition, huh? Good team building! Like an escape room, but extreme.”

[secret-engima]

Seer LC OC Intro HCs/Profile

-Her name is Cyra. It means “like the sun” apparently and I have no idea how to pronounce it but in my head it’s like SIGH-ra and that sounds pretty.

-Very inspired by V of DMC-5 who gave me the idea for an LC OC with a cane in the first place. Therefore she has very pale skin, black-blue eyes, and very wavy black hair. She keeps it cut short to like- her chin because it’s easier to manage that way. She also has some tattoos on her arms and neck, but I haven’t decided if they be dragon scales (in honor of her past life as an Au Ra) or something else.

-Is 4′10″ of pure sarcasm and magical intuition.

-Is a reborn WoL Summoner, but her memories are ... patchy and she tries not to think of them. She still has her Carbuncles tho so not everything is terrible.

-She’s the result of Regis have a drunken night with a very pretty Altissian woman when he was Altissia during the Road Trip. This is ... a mild problem for Cyra because Regis’s “date” that night was with a NOBLEWOMAN. Who was part of one of Altissia’s oldest (read: snobbiest) noble families.

-Noble Family Was Not Pleased. But Cyra’s mom never got Regis’s name, so they couldn’t track him down to insist he marry her, so instead they hushed it up and married her to one of their branch members who had black hair so they could pretend Cyra wasn’t an Oops Baby.

-Cyra’s parents are wonderful human beings. The rest of her family are Not.

-Cyra’s magic is Weird and it causes her Joint and Pain Problems that nobody can properly diagnose even if its provable enough and bad enough she gets medication for them, and since her parents have kept her magic a secret from the rest of the family for Good Reasons her cousins/aunts/uncles often make fun of her for it and insist she’s just trying to get attention.

-Cyra can and has smacked people between the legs Very Hard with her cane for saying this to her face.

-Cyra is aware that she has Seer powers in the form of a very annoying and heightened intuition that makes her do random stuff sometimes MONTHS or YEARS in advance for a Thing without ever telling her what the Thing is. She calls it Susurrus and perceives it as an annoying male voice in her head randomly giving her instructions/clues like the world’s most unhelpful game tutorial that you can turn off. Why Susurrus and why male voice? Because guys are annoying but at least they don’t screech like the harpies Cyra regrettably has to call her cousins next question.

-Cyra used her Seer powers and her own natural heightened intelligence/maturity from being a reborn WoL to escape Altissia to a fancy Insomnian college at 14. Proceeded to intentionally STAY in college until she was 18 and a legal adult so she didn’t have to automatically return to Altissia barring extenuating circumstances. Is now the tired owner of two Masters because Everything She Does Is Overkill.

-At 18 she opens a second hand bookshop-cafe on the very borders of Little Galahd even though she isn’t Galahdian because the rates are cheap and No Noble Would Ever Come There so she doesn’t have to deal with the gossip circles anymore. It has a surprisingly spacious two-bedroom apartment on top so her biggest issue is getting down the stairs in the morning (this is what her spare cane she always leaves at the bottom of the stairs is for, because warping is so much easier than stairs but shhhhhh).

-She names her bookshop-cafe Second Sight. Totally because she sells second-hand books and you use sight to read said books. Totally. It’s not a sarcastic and bitter jab at her own foresight. Totally not. Nope. No idea what you’re talking about.

-She meets bby Prompto when the boy wanders into her shop looking for a book. All her red flags go up because this kiddo is not dressed like he’s from this sector. How far did he walk to get here and where are his parents?

-He basically has no parents. They’re always busy. He lives in the empty house all alone 90% of the time while they do business trips and conferences.

-Well.

-Who wants to abuse her college connections, her vast array of Susurrus-spawned favors, and her noble family name (without their knowing) to take custody of Prompto and become a 19 year old Mom with Joint Problems?

-Cyra. Apparently.

-Meets Libertus a few years after the Prompto Incident when he comes sniffing around in hopes of getting a new copy of a rare book that got ruined (STOP EXPERIMENTING WITH SPELLS IN MY APARTMENT CROWE). Decides he LIKES this place because it’s quiet and calm and the tea is good and he can read in peace without worrying about one of his idiots crashing in or setting something on fire because they don’t know this bookshop exists.

-Cyra and Libertus get along pretty well. Prompto likes him too so that’s a bonus. They are Casual Friends who are maybe contemplating asking the other out on a date but haven’t worked up the nerve yet.

-Until one day he comes in to find her quietly having a meltdown in the back because her Jerk Family Head just called insisting she come back to Altissia to marry a NIF NOBLE. And if she doesn’t comply they’ll cut off her medical support (which she does need, she has medication to take for her chronic pain).

-Libertus would like you to believe he is the Braincell of his group. He really, really would. He is the mature, sensible one who does NOT impulsively jump into things.

-Totally not. Never an impulsive, life-changing decision in his life.

-On a different topic, he knows an officials guy in the marriage license office who does elopements for Galahdian couples that don’t want to bother with Lucian Wedding Nonsense and the guy owes him a favor and no matter what else is wrong with being a glaive, being a royal soldier means AWESOME healthcare for self and spouses and kids.

-Wanna get married to spite your relatives while simultaneously escaping their thumb and getting to keep your kid and your shop?

-Cyra uses her cane to pull Libertus down for a kiss. He’s assuming that’s a yes.

-It only occurs to Lib a week later when Nyx walks in on him packing his stuff to move to Cyra’s apartment (since a condition of the Healthcare Thing is that spouses have to be living in the same place and like pyre he’s making the woman with the cane have to walk up and down Little Galahd’s network of stairs and bumpy roads to get to her shop everyday) and demands to know WHAT LIB IS DOING that Libertus realizes he... forgot ... to tell Nyx. Or anyone else in the glaive other than Captain who is probably just now finding the paperwork detailing his change in status.

-....Oops?

-All the Glaive in Unison: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GOT MARRIED A WEEK AGO WITHOUT TELLING US????????

[sadstonewrites]

Fractured Psyche Chapter 5

Hey guys! I recently got an ask (who wished to remain private) who asked if it would be ok to ask questions/comment/critique the story. THe answer to that is yes - absolutely! I’m not a perfect writer by any means and although I’m doing this for funsies, I’d absolutely love to hear constructive feedback! Hope you all are doing well and staying safe!

Pairings: Piotr Rasputin (Colossus) x OC

Rated M

Piotr was trying his best not to vomit as he approached Wade’s body, a smoking hole where his chest should be. The beam had shot clean through to where he could see the road on the other side of his body, the edges of his uniform smoldering; the smell was enough to make everyone in the vicinity gag.

Yukio was shaking in Ellie’s arms, Ellie herself looking a bit green at the sight of seeing Wade’s body partially disintegrate in front of her. Dopinder had caught up as well, his taxi parked off to the side of the road, which he was now vomiting beside.

“Aw, dammit. I liked this suit.” Wade croaked, his body already beginning to knit itself back together in a mass of mottled skin. If it was painful, he didn’t let it on. Cable helped to pull him to his feet, unbothered by the grisly sight. “Anyone seen some ribs?”

“Mr. Pool, they are over here.” Dopinder called back, turning away to vomit again.

“Wade, are you alright?” Piotr asked, attempting to swallow his lunch back into his stomach.

“Oh yeah, just peachy. Not like I needed any of those internal organs anyways. Or major sections of my spine.” Wade grunted, “Everyone else okay? Negasonic Tropical Depression? Dopinder?”

“Fine, we’re fine.” Ellie said, her tone void of its usual iciness, clearly shaken up but trying not to show it. Piotr put a hand on her shoulder and softly squeezed it.

“Ellie, breathe. Everything is okay.” Piotr frowned. “It’s my fault, I should have warned you -”

“Hey, don’t be too hard on yourself man of steel.” Wade clapped him on the shoulder, his posture slightly bent as his spine was continuing to reform. “I don’t think anyone saw that light show coming.” Wade asked. “Anyone else tasting metal? Besides you, obviously.”

“Ah shit, Domino.” Cable said in sudden realization, taking off back towards the ruined trailer. There was no sound of gunfire, which could’ve either been a good thing or a bad thing considering the current circumstances. The rest of them took off running, Wade bringing up the rear with a slow hobble as his body reformed.

Domino had indeed stopped firing, and was standing in front of the trailer, looking upwards quizzically.

“They just...dropped.” She said, pointing up towards the roof of the trailer. Even at his height, Piotr had to get up on his toes to see the outline of the black figure laying down on the roof. They weren’t moving, no sign that they were even still conscious.

“I’m picking up vital signs,” Cable said, his cybernetic eye glowing as it scanned over the trailer. “Still alive. Someone needs to go up there.”

“Could be a surprise attack.” Domino murmured. “Catch us with our guard down, blast us with that energy beam.”

“Or they could be hurt.” Yukio offered in a small voice.

All eyes turned to Wade, who crossed his arms over the hole in his suit, his reformed chest exposed beneath. “No way, nuh uh, I already got one suit ruined today.” Wade argued defensively. “Do you know how hard it is to get this fabric in the exact shade of red?”

“I’ll go.” Dopinder announced.

“Gonna nix that one Brown Panther, the last thing we need is another bloodlust, Kirsten Dunst episode.” Wade threw up his hands. “Ah, fuck it, fine. Chrome-dome, give me a leg up.”

“Need to hurry before DMC arrives.” Piotr said, “last thing we need right now.”

“Oof, yeah, I’m with you on that one,” Wade gave a shiver. “I’m still kind of on their shit list after last time. Now, firmly but gently grab my butt and boost me.”

“Wade...no.”

“I mean I wasn’t going to suggest doing it roughly but if you insist -”

“No, I didn’t mean... just hold still.” Piotr grabbed Wade by his waist and hoisted him up effortlessly. Clambering up the side, Wade looked back down at him and mimed a swoon.

“This is the second time you’ve manhandled me today, I must be dreaming.”

“Hurry it up you talking buttplug.” Cable yelled up at him.

“Fine, fine. Alright, let’s see who’s really behind this mask - Old man Jenkins or -”

Piotr caught the cracked helmet as Wade threw it off the side of the trailer; it felt surprisingly lightweight in his hands to have been so sturdy in their fight. He passed it off to Ellie - she was good with tech stuff, maybe she could get something out of it - for safekeeping. From up above, Wade had stopped talking, and from his position on the ground he could see the sudden stiffness in Wade’s demeanor.

“Wade? Are you okay?” He called up. No reply, no smart comment, nothing. That wasn’t a good sign. “Wade?”

“I uh...Oh, my god. Oh my god.” His voice was strained, near hysterical; that was cause enough for Piotr to be alarmed, climbing up the side of the trailer and raising himself up onto his feet.

Wade had the figure’s head resting on in his shoulder, the rest of their body pulled into his lap. With the helmet removed, Piotr could now see their face -  light brown hair shorn short to their head, gaunt and pale. Their skin was the color of candle wax, sallow circles underneath their eyes. In Wade’s arms, it was hard to believe that this still figure had been the one causing all the trouble when it looked like they could barely keep their head up on their own.

“I know   them, they were - we - oh god. This can’t be happening.” Wade groaned, readjusting his position to have the figure sitting up. “Hey, c’mon, you gotta stay with me. Stay with me.”

“What’s the hold up?” Cable shouted from below.

“One minute, please.” Piotr called back, taking a step towards Wade and the person in his arms. He got onto his knees and sank to the roof, eye-level with the mercenary in red. “Wade, I need you to calm down. Are they breathing?”

“Yeah, yeah they’re breathing but it’s all rapid and shallow, and their eyes are all glassy.”

“We need to get back to jet, we can give them proper medical attention there. NTW,”  he called down to the trainee, “prep emergency medical on jet.”

“You got it,” she called back up, running back to the jet with Yukio close behind her.

He turned back to Wade, still holding the mystery person in his arms. “Wade, we need to move to jet. Can you carry her-?”

“Them.” Wade all but shouted, his grip on the body in his arms tightening.

“What?” Piotr blinked.

“They’re not a girl. And...and their name is Lane.”

[maxfieldparrishes]

intro to genevieve, pt. 1

So I saw this post about ABCs of OCs and decided to do it for my OC, Genevieve. I regret nothing. @ocelotsflatass, maybe this might interest you???

A: Aptitude 1. Viv is very verbal, so she’s good with words, texts, communication, writing, analysis--all of that. She studied Foreign Languages and Literature in the DMC world’s equivalent of college or university, so her main role at the DMC shop is primarily research. She was also pretty decent at biology. Loves plants, would have been a good botanist. EDIT, because I can’t believe I forgot to add this: Viv is a witch, and her strongest areas are plant magic and divination.  2. Um... piano?  3. Viv worked hard to be able to play piano as well as she does. Also chemistry and physics kicked her ass in school, but she genuinely enjoys them as subjects because she does like science, so she worked hard to pass them. Especially since they were mandatory subjects. She works on her magic as well.  4. Please don’t ask her to do anything except basic math. Or draw anything, either, but she loves art.   5. Her most impressive talent is being fluent in like 3 languages, especially because one of those three has a different grammatical system and alphabet. She’s conversational in at least 2 more besides those. Also, making plants grow, scrying, cartomancy. She’s pretty handy.

B: Basics 1. Viv is blonde. I’m still deciding on an exact shade.  2. She has blue eyes, darker than Dante and Vergil’s. Pretty dark, actually. Not very pale. Has a dark limbal ring.   3. Viv is 5′4″, or says she is, at least. She’s kind of fine-boned as well. 4. She’s in her mid-to-late 20′s. 5. Don’t you know better than to ask someone how much they weigh? (for the record, though, the answer is “not that much.”)

C: Comfort 1. Sits pretty normally in a chair, but will do whatever is comfortable for her at the moment, no matter what it is--criss-cross or propping her feet up.  2. Viv is a stomach or side sleeper, usually. Prefers to lie on her left side.  3. Her idea of a chill day is a day when she doesn’t have anything to do, so she can get things that she should do done. Snow day? Pajamas. Netflix. Laundry.  4. Anything starchy and salty, really, but she is fond of hot soup, especially matzoh ball.  5. Her parents are the best at cheering her up, mostly because they’ve had the most experience with her, but her best friend/ex-girlfriend Zoe is also fairly good at it. Dante will do his absolute best, even though it’s not something he’s used to, and he is getting better at it. 

D: Decoration 1. Viv’s style is an eclectic mix of boho-modern with classic with crazy plant lady.  2. Viv is very much about the Aesthetic™, so any kid of hers will have a pretty kickass room. Probably green, because it’s gender-neutral. Lots of stuffed animals, and a reading nook, so she can read to her child or sing to them.  3. Her room is covered in books, her furniture is somewhat antique-looking, there are plants everywhere. It’s organized chaos. The walls are a light, neutral color, and the blinds and curtains are almost always open, because she loves natural light. 100% watches HGTV in her free time.  4. Viv is pretty boho, but she also likes a lot of structure in her outfits and her tastes do veer towards classic. It could probably be summarized as “dark academia/The Secret History groupie meets punk meets an extra from Picnic at Hanging Rock.”  5. Depends on the trend. Viv has no qualms about adopting trends, or parts of trends, that she likes and discarding whatever it is she doesn’t. She does like having short nails because they’re easier to keep clean, and does like to paint them even though they chip after two days no matter how many coats she puts on. 

E: External Personality 1. There’s sometimes a split where Viv is acting like her real self, but gets really insecure about it and tries to overcompensate, versus times where she’s pretty comfortable in her own skin. It really depends on how she’s feeling, and who she’s with.  2. Viv is very good at appearing normal, at the very least. There’s a part of her that realizes compromises need to be made and that blending in can be a very useful and powerful thing.  3. She doesn’t feel obligated to follow trends, but will adopt one if it’s something she likes. She could care less if she was hip or not.  4. Viv likes memes, if nothing else? And Vines. RIP Vine.  5. She feels like her own personality changes. She initially comes across as introverted--not necessarily shy, but reserved and focused. It takes some warming up and some time for someone to discover what she’s really like. 

F: Fun 1. Viv likes to read, hike, garden, and watch movies. She’s big on horror movies, especially supernatural horror movies and psychological thrillers.  2. Ideally it’s something chill and intimate, where there’s a lot of chatter and everyone is close friends. But... she is also not adverse to a rager where there are a ton of drunk people and couples making out in every corner. Something about house parties like those makes her let loose a little. She wouldn’t throw one of them herself, but doesn’t mind going to one. However, once she’s reached her max noise/stimulation threshold, she’s out.  3. Her close friends. She and Zoe, and her previous partners Sonali and Eli, all got up to some shenanigans when they were together.  4. For the most part, the fun Viv likes to have doesn’t really break any laws, but she could definitely be persuaded to do something illegal as long as 1) nobody gets hurt and 2) she doesn’t get arrested.  5. Viv is kind of a homebody, but she does go through periods of intense wanderlust and cabin fever, especially during winter. (She also has a bit of SAD, but that’s neither here nor there)

I’m breaking this up into parts because I hate reading long blocks of text, so hopefully part 2 will come soon!

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Thank you thank you thank you! So I know I would have to come off of Anon eventually and I had to think a bit on how to do this... it’s not really a matter of shame showing my face in the community...

My actual blog is @rubixa-seraph. The reason why I don’t *really* post there is because I have family who follow, each with their own interests and we have a “we know but don’t pry/flaunt” policy of sorts. Soooo we keep off of each others’ “special interest” side blogs. They don’t need to see my fangirling even if they know about it.

Enough about that.

Soooo I hope it’s okay to ramble a bit about all things I’ve discovered in this one month of getting hooked onto DMC? :'D

By the time I started 3, I realized I was immediately going to sink into the waters of getting attached to Vergil as much as I was already attached to Dante, for so many reasons that I might be able to fill a notebook, but let’s say a prominent one is that I have a pair of very important OCs I’ve had for years that would love interacting with them.

Except by the time I got to 5, oddly enough, I think I have other plans. Let’s just say I got a little emotional over Nero’s “I found out I have a family and I don’t know what to do with this info” scene.

And I want to do something with it. Starting at the usual spot of... well, asking the question on who I think Nero’s mother would be. (^w^)

I’ve read through quite a few fics already and seen a lot of cool stuff! Still, I’ve been shy about writing my own stuff because I never really know if I’d do good OC work.

...though if I have enjoyed other people’s OCs, then maybe there are people who might enjoy mine? That’s my hope.

My thoughts right now is that I want to craft a Knight. I think I still need to do some in-depth research on Fortuna and decide where my headcanons lie, but so far I know that a female knight is not outside of reason. In fact, few and far between works better. I imagine her to be honorable but skeptical; so far I have crafted the background that she herself had a parent who originally wasn’t from Fortuna, which caused just enough tongue waggling from the community to make her just a bit aloof but not entirely begrudging of her home city. So she falls into the 1% of the population that, like Nero, takes the whole “Saviour” business with a grain of salt. But it’s still her culture, so related things will still escape her lips.

I’m thinking that because of her “foreign” parent (who was in her life, just not 100% accepted by the entirety of people around their family) she’s more open to foreign concepts and... well, would be one of the reasons she strikes up what many would consider to be a not-so-smart agreement to house a silver-haired stranger for untold number of months with few questions answered between the two.

So far I think her name is going to be Seras Valkyrie.

But what I want to write first isn’t necessarily a big “here’s what happens in the past” story. That’s more something I want to elaborate in side stories or one-shots, because the first thing I want to right, I have ideas to include some suspenseful plot, and work in anything else from fluff to drama to “downtime.”

So... my answer to why Nero’s mother wasn’t there for him happens to not be death or willful abandonment, but instead I am dropping her into Hell for 20+ years.

I do have a lot more details planned out. But this is where I’m starting to wring my hands nervously, because I’m not sure if any of this is good or worth sharing....... >.<

The only other big thing I have to tie in is that I also plan on, let’s say... giving Dante a bit of a personal crisis to deal with in the form of another OC, stemming from thoughts I had while playing 3. That one is a complicated matter because instead of making someone new, I’m fitting my favorite darlings into canon instead.

The basic details of that one though, is that I think lore doesn’t discount other people who may be related (even distantly) to demons, they just aren’t important because they aren’t related to Sparda. And I have trouble leaving my own East Asian heritage out of my musings. So I might have been thinking about... demon hunters over in the east.

Gah I’m feeling so embarrassed right now I don’t think I’ve talked to anyone about this kind of stuff in years!

I’m just going to blush like a tomato and hit post before I decide against it!! (>////<)

P.S. I love all the characters in their own way btw one of the reasons this is on my mind is because I want to toss Nero more family and make his head spin a little.

I’m very new to DMC. Like, one month new. Haven’t written in forever either, but I want to contribute something...but too shy and need some nice ppl to, idk bounce ideas with and get advice from. But past experiences make me scared; been in some bad communities before for other fandoms. Is there anyone out there who might be interested in glancing at my ideas without too much judgement? (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄

Honestly, the entire tumblr group, (barring Derelict-Stranger, our infamous anti-DMC troll) is rather easy going and non-judgmental.  The only line that we draw is that we’re not incest friendly, in general.  Feel free to hit me up for bouncing ideas, both romantic and general.  @daemongal and @tehrevving are our Resident Dante smut writers, @synchronmurmurs and @harlot-of-oblivion are our SSS tier Vergil romance writers, @frostbyte13 loves reading about Nero, and @thottyonmainsquid is a great V-centric writer and artist. @drusoona also provides a cornucopia of screenshots to inspire you.  There’s also a lot of other people, and I apologise for not mentioning them all. (also, the above named people like non-romantic stuff, we just like lusting over the gentlemen).  You can always hit me up though, while I like Vergil, I like reading and writing pretty much every genre and character.

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DMC OC Week Day 5: Weapon/Abilities

Okay, it’s way past midnight, but here’s my next piece for @dmc-oc-week​! This is actually likely going to be a scene I write in my upcoming fic, so if this gets repurposed don’t be surprised. I didn’t have a chance to really edit this, I kinda rushed getting it done, so I’ll go back and do it proper when I get the chance. This is probably more focused on her weapon Fenrir than it is on her abilities, but oh well. I tried. Also enjoy the subtext with Kay and V, I couldn’t help myself.

“If we’re to be working together in the passing month, it would be best if I knew your skills in battle.” V explained as the pair walked into a basketball court. Kay followed behind him, already grabbing her axe in preparation to use it.

“I guess that makes sense. We’re gonna be here for a month, so we should know how to work together,” she said. She looked down at the ground, very interested in her shoes. “Though, I’m a bit out of practice when it comes to killing demons.” Sure, she’d practiced with Lady and Trish, but it wasn’t the same thing as being out there fighting for real.

The cold chill of metal pressed against her chin, V’s cane tilting her head up to look at him. He was giving her that smirk again. “Your efforts in the Qliphoth last night say otherwise. The way you held yourself, I would not have guessed that you hadn’t fought in a while,” he said. Was he just saying that though? She wanted to believe otherwise, his tone seemed to indicate he was genuine at least. “Regardless, it would not hurt to show me your abilities.”

“But there’s no demons here to fight. How am I supposed to show you what I can do?” she asked.

V twirled his cane in his hands. “I’d be happy to be your sparring partner,” he said. “It’ll allow us to keep the situation...controlled. Do not worry about harming me, I will be guarding against your attacks and dodging them. There is no need to hold back, Little Wanderer.” His words were reassuring. It wasn’t as if she doubted him, but the idea of trying to land blows on him left a bad feeling in her chest. But if he could handle it then…

“Alright. I can do that,” she said. She faced the man before her, extending Fenrir’s handle and turning it into a two-handed weapon. “But I won’t go easy.”

V grinned back at her, sending out Griffon and whispering something to him. The demonic bird flew away to who knows where, probably to make sure no demons would interrupt them. “By all means, come after me with all your strength.”

And with that, Kay ran forwards, swinging her axe and finding it collided with the cane. She tried a few more swings, approaching from different angles and directions and being blocked each time. Not that she was upset he was blocking her attacks, she didn’t want to hurt him in the slightest. She stepped backwards, figuring it was time to try another approach. Fenrir’s handle shortened as she switched to one hand. If long range wasn’t doing anything, maybe getting up close would work.

Running back up to the poet, she leapt forward at him and tried to swing down. Once again, he blocked it in the nick of time. She landed behind him and attempted to swing, only for him to quickly dodge to the side with the help of Shadow. Before she had the chance to attack again, she saw V prepare to swipe and jumped backwards. That was unexpected. “Hey, you didn’t tell me you were gonna strike back!” she said with a grin.

“It would be rather one-sided if I didn’t attempt to hit you back, would it not?” he asked, grinning back at her. “Dodging is just as important as attacking.” He made a good point. She was just glad he wasn’t being serious and using the familiars. Though perhaps he decided they would give him an unfair advantage? No matter. She just had to keep trying.

As she went back in, V assessed her movements and strategies. It seemed she had different moves depending on the axe’s length. The handle's ability to extend gave her the choice of fighting up close or at a distance, and it didn’t seem to affect the weight of the weapon at all. That or any weight difference was something she was used to compensating for. She also seemed to be using the Devil Arm alone, the pistol she had still remaining holstered. Either her fighting style was primarily geared towards the axe, or she felt that using the gun wouldn’t affect much in this battle. He was rather curious why she was only swinging at him and not using the axe’s other abilities. Perhaps she wasn’t aware of them? He would have to ask her afterwards.

Then there was her agility. She hadn’t been hit by any of his counterattacks, either blocking them or jumping out of the way. She still stumbled with unexpected moves, but she managed to avoid getting hurt. She was making some mistakes, but he chalked it up to less experience. It wouldn’t be fair to compare her to Dante after all. Given enough time, she could become a skilled huntress. She simply needed the chance to bloom, and perhaps he could help her there.

The two swiped at each other, the sound of metal clanging against each other echoing through the empty space. From the corner of his eye, he could see Griffon perched on a nearby building. He didn’t dare to glance over at him, lest he alert Kay to the demon’s presence. There was one last thing he wanted to assess.

“Enough,” he said, holding out his hand. “I believe that should do for now. I must say, I’m impressed, Little Wanderer.”

Kay lowered her axe, her eye lighting up from the praise. “R-Really? You think I’m good?” she asked.

“You could use some work, but yes. I cannot see why you put so little faith in your abilities, you have quite the potential.”

Kay laughed nervously, suddenly unable to look V in the eyes and taking more interest in her boots. “Um, t-thank you! That means a lot coming from you!” she stammered. Oh how he enjoyed how cute she became, but now wasn’t the time to focus on such a thing.

Giving a simple nod, he signaled Griffon to make his move. The demonic bird quietly made his way to dive towards Kay while she was distracted. If he was correct, Griffon should be in her blind spot. Regardless of what happened to her right eye there shouldn’t be any way she could see him coming, especially with her focus lying elsewhere. But she managed to surprise him.

Before Griffon could get too close, Kay ducked down and rolled to the side, her leg hitting the bird and kicking him into the wall instead. V didn’t expect that.

“What the hell?!” Kay shouted at the familiar. “What were you trying to do there?! I could tell you were there, you oversized chicken nugget!”

She saw him coming? No, perhaps she sensed his demonic presence? Either way, that managed to tell him that despite her eye being hidden she wasn’t in danger on her right side. He’d been concerned her potential disability would hinder her, but he was glad to be proven wrong.

“That was impressive,” he said, walking towards her. Better to distract her from Griffon for now. “You are full of surprises, Little Wanderer.”

She turned back towards him. “Oh no, I doubt that. I’m nothing special, really.”

The urge to argue otherwise flared within him, but he pushed it back. He had a few more questions to ask. “What else can that weapon of yours do, if I may ask?”

“I, um, don’t actually know,” Kay responded. “Dante says it’s got some kind of power to it, but I don’t know how to unlock it.”

Ah, so that explained it. “Focus on your weapon, try to draw out its latent abilities. You’ve been using it for so long that I’m certain it recognizes you as its master.” he instructed.

Kay blinked, taking the axe into her grip. “Focus on it...okay. Show me what you can do, Fenrir.” she muttered, gripping the handle tight as she stared at the axe in deep concentration. If she just kept focusing, surely it would…

With a sheen, a set of small pointed blades appeared on the head of the axe. Wait a second, this almost looked like… Deciding to test her hypothesis, she turned the end of the handle and heard a revving sound. After a few more experimental turns, the axe roared to life and began to loudly hum as the small blades moved around the axe heads. She was right.

Kay let out a laugh. “Holy shit, I have a chainsaw axe! I can’t believe I never tried this before!” She swung the axe around to get a feel of it. “Oh yeah, I’m gonna have fun with this.” she said, nearly hitting the now recovered Griffon!

“Hey, hey, hey! Watch where you’re swinging dat thing!” he screeched.

“How ‘bout you watch where you’re flying?” Kay countered.

V smiled at the sight. Why Dante hadn’t tried to train her properly he still didn’t understand, it was clear she had the power within her. “And you said you were nothing special,” he said. “Not just anyone can wield a Devil Arm with such ease,” He pointed his cane at her axe. “And yet here you are, unleashing its full power without breaking a sweat. It makes me wonder what else you might be hiding, what hidden strength lies within you.”

The joy in her expression vanished. “Well, if there’s anything lying in me, then I sure don’t know about it,” she said. She was clearly lying, she couldn’t hide the worry in her voice. It was clear to him that she had something more deep within her, a trace of demonic power lying deep within her very being. It was faint, but it was there. And it too could be cultivated with practice. If unlocked to its full potential, it was possible she could even use some form of Devil Trigger, though the chances were slim at best. Still, it was clear that she didn’t want to dive into the subject, and he would not press her. Best to let her tell him of her own choosing, if he could gather enough trust from her to do so. “But maybe you can see something I don’t?”

He’d broach the subject another time. “Perhaps so.”

The ground rumbled underneath them as a booming could be heard in the distance. The Qliphoth roots were beginning to spread, it’d only be a matter of time before the city would be covered with them. They had to move. “It would appear our little training session must come to an end,” V stated, making his way towards the exit. “Though perhaps we can find some...fodder for your new power.”

Kay just smirked back at him, holding Fenrir in her hands. “Oh now I’m excited, I need to see how this thing works on demon flesh!” she exclaimed. She ran past him out of the basketball court and back onto the streets. “Come on, what’re we waiting for? I wanna break this baby in and see what it can do now!”

V couldn’t help but smile, her enthusiasm was rather infectious it seemed. They’d have to find some demons fast. “Then let us make haste. After all, there’s bound to be some pests around that need exterminating.”

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Not A Ghost - part 34

A/N - Multi-part fic. Colossus x OC where OC has come home after being wrongfully imprisoned in the Icebox. Warnings for whole fic - references and flashbacks to harsh prison environment, including various types of abuse. Takes place shortly after events in Deadpool 2. Whole thing will end up on my AO3 eventually.

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As Cable zipped his bags and hefted them to his shoulder in the hangar, he heard someone call behind him. He turned to find Russell hurrying up to him.

"I want to come with you," he said, "to help Wade."

Cable was struck by the earnestness in the boy's voice. But just because they had managed to stop him from killing that headmaster just months ago didn't mean he couldn't pick up a taste for killing some other time. "Wade wouldn't want you going back to the Icebox," Cable said. "It's gonna get ugly--"

"I can use my fire to keep things clear for us!” he urged. He patted his palms on his chest and forced a smile, “I can help! Ellie and Yukio are going."

"I'm not sure they are," Cable hedged. "Even so, they're X-Men. Fully trained. You’re still a student." He started to turn away.

Russell wilted. "Can't I do anything to help?" 

Cable sighed and turned back to the boy. "You already have," he assured him. "You helped confirm the layout." When the furrow in Russell’s brow deepened, Cable’s own frown softened. It reminded him too much of telling his wife and daughter goodbye before missions. He gave Russell a variation of the promise he always gave his daughter, “Hang tight, kid. We’ll have them home as soon as we can.” He turned again, and had to dodge Ellie and Yukio running to the jet.

Yukio was on her girlfriend’s heels as she bounded to the jet’s ramp. Freshly showered and without her usual makeup, Ellie’s hair was unstyled and fluttered in short pieces around her eyes. “Colossus!” she shouted. Her hands were set in hard fists.

Colossus strode down the ramp, palms plaintive. “Negasonic,” he answered, “We have been through this--”

“I’m a full member of X-Men,” Ellie snapped, “and you can’t tell me not to volunteer for a mission!” She set a packed duffle bag on the ramp and crossed her arms.

It was time to get moving. Colossus shook his head impatiently, “Rhonda was clear. She does not want you two to see the Icebox.”

NTW’s chin jutted forward. “She’s not here to stop me.” When Colossus didn’t relent, she scoffed, “Did you forget who helped you take down the Juggernaut?” For not being Rhonda’s biological daughter, she certainly had her stubbornness. 

“No one is doubting your capabilities,” Colossus assured her as he shifted his weight. He thought of all Rhonda’s scars, and how many new ones she might be coming home with, and the risks posed to younger, less experienced X-Men. “It’s not only the DMC officers we have to worry about - the other inmates are just as dangerous, if not more so.” 

Ellie rolled her eyes. “They have collars--”

Yukio tried to mediate, black and pink ponytail swinging as she swivelled her head between them, “You have Cable, Domino, Beast, Storm, Kurt, and yourself. Maybe that’s enough for all the officers, but the inmates? Like you said, collars or no collars,” she gave Ellie a pointed look, “they’ll be dangerous too. You could use more help. Our help.”

Colossus countered, “We will have Rhonda and Wade, once we get their collars off.”

Ellie and Yukio shared a look. Ellie’s shoulders drooped slightly. “When this happened before, I was too young to help. But now,” her voice cracked and she huffed a sigh, "I've never called her 'Mom,' but you know what she is to me. I'm not just standing by when I can help."

He briefly clenched his jaw, then his demeanor softened. "You two will stay close together?"

Ellie gave an indignant frown, but before she could make a retort, Yukio interjected, "Yes, and we will stay close to you. Give you cover." She elbowed Ellie, who nodded.

Finally, he relented. "If you promise to stay together and stay close…" he jerked his head toward the interior of the jet, turned, and went to strap into a seat for takeoff. The young women hustled after him.

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The solitary unit was kept in the coldest part of the Icebox. No windows, dim lighting, and cold enough for an inmate to see their own breath. The blood on Rhonda's forehead had dried, the scrape above her eyebrow starting to scab over. She hadn't bothered to wash her hands, and Calhoun's blood crusted under her fingernails. Her eyes still burned and watered, but less severely. She couldn’t feel her nose or fingertips. Resigned, defeated, she stared at the ceiling until she could see shapes moving like clouds. The new X on her arm had a long tail wrapping around her forearm because of how she'd rolled away from the hand making it. It was swollen and red. Already infected.

There were shuffling footsteps and the squeal of a rolling cart's wheel that halted in front of Rhonda's solitary cell. A tray scraped along the floor through the slot in the door. Rhonda made no move for it, or even turned her head to look, staring listlessly upward from her cot. 

"Guestbook, darling," a familiar voice murmured gently, "you did so well. You only had to incapacitate Calhoun, but I don’t mind him being dead. You gave me what I needed. And then some."

Goosebumps already pebbled Rhonda's flesh, but a new chill sank into her bones. "Mimi?" 

"With Calhoun dead,” she spoke softly, “that means Burton will be stationed at the yard. And Sinclair will be moved from the cell blocks to Burton's spot in the mess hall. Macias will be moved to cover the cell blocks, which means the control office will be stationed by my very own Robinson."

Tendrils of hope crept up Rhonda's throat. "Are you here to let me out?" 

Mimi chortled, and it made Rhonda’s stomach turn with dread. "You killed a guard. I can't get you out. You'll have to wait for your friends. If they're actually coming."

“Wait--” but the squealing wheel started again, fading as Mimi brought the other isolated inmates their dinner. Rhonda took a shaky breath as tears stung her eyes.

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Wade still had the torn sleeve wrapped around one fist as he forced down his dinner. When Mimi rolled the cart back in from the solitary unit, he brought his tray to the dishwashers and said with a gritty whisper, “Where is she?”

Mimi rolled her eyes, “Where is who?"

"Your favorite feral raccoon," he retorted, "Rhonda." When Mimi gave him a bored stare, he groaned and resisted the urge to kick the cart over. He rolled his shoulders and popped his neck once and amended, "Guestbook."

Mimi started unloading empty trays from the cart for the dishwashers. "Who are you again?"

Wade took a deep, sharp breath. "Captain Deadpool." A pause. He rolled his eyes. "I came here with Rhonda?"

Mimi flicked her forked tongue and feigned sympathy, "Oh, the pooooor separated lovers.” She let out a hissing laugh and shook her head as she continued stacking the empty trays by the dishwashers.

He struggled not to cough as he demanded, “Why did you get her thrown in solitary?”

The reptilian was blunt, “So they wouldn't kill her.”

“Then…” Wade laid a hand on the last tray to halt her. “Why save her life? I thought you’ve had it in for her before.”

Mimi jerked the tray from under his hands with a frosty glare. “Walk and talk,” she growled. Wade followed her as she waved off a few Vicious 13 members who tried to approach them. “I never tried that hard to have her killed, just made a show of it. Because, honestly? I like that dramatic bitch. If I’d known her while I was working corners, we might have been friends.” She went to the duty roster on a large whiteboard in the mess hall. “If your girl’s in solitary, no one else can take a swing at her until we take the office and let her out. Good enough for you?” She smiled grimly, but it was a challenge.

Wade opened his mouth to speak, then closed it and blinked. “So it’s protective custody. Well...can I go tell her that? I get a feeling you didn’t.”

“Solitary doesn't get visitors,” she returned with raised eyebrows and a shrug. She checked off the duties she had completed and leaned against the board, crossing her arms.

His scarred and pocked face split in a wide grin. “That’s why you did the meal run. Thought that seemed a little beneath you. You’re more of a Trunchbull type to me.” He started eyeing the duty roster. “What about...an errand or something?”

Mimi rolled her eyes. “You don’t need to get in there. She’s not going anywhere.”

An inmate with red hair and an abundance of freckles leaned between them to check off their task on the duty roster. When they left earshot, Wade leaned close to Mimi and said, “I need to know she’s alive, and good enough to fight when it’s time.”

She heaved an annoyed sigh, flashing teeth that were narrow and hooked like a python’s. She took the marker that was velcroed to the board and updated the duty roster with Wade’s name on a new task. “Go tell the dramatic bitch everything will be fine. And get some rest. You better be ready when the moment is right.” She flicked her forked tongue. “You any good with a mop?”

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The yellow janitor bucket almost matched the yellow of the Icebox inmate jumpsuits. Both were a bad shade of yellow to begin with, a little faded, and full of greenish, brownish, and black marks from scuffs and dirt. Wade barely mopped the hall enough to keep the appearance that he was on janitorial duty. He swished and swiped a sloppy path to the cell number Mimi had told him. He didn’t care if the cameras caught him. If they did, it would take the guards a few minutes to come down here and pull him away anyway. 

“Guess whooo?” Wade said at the door. Silence. “Hey,” he insisted. “Rhonda?” Another beat of silence.

There was a soft sigh and a voice mumbled, “What, Wade?”

“Ohhh thank god you’re alive,” he chuffed a relieved laugh. “I did not wanna have to explain to Colossus, ‘Sorry buddy, wifey lost her shit, wrecked wholesale ass, and then died!’ Haha...ha.”

“Day’s not over yet,” she said flatly. “I still might.”

Wade heard the despair in her voice and let out the longest sigh. “They really hit your head, huh? Well the good news is that Mimi landed you in solitary so nobody can make you disappear before the team gets here.” He crouched and checked the slot for the tray. The food and small carton of milk were still untouched. “Listen to me,” he said firmly as he groaned his way back to his feet, suppressing a cough. “Go to your tray on the floor and pour that milk on your face for the pepper spray. How’s your shoulder?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

The mop slapped on the floor with a little splash as Wade grunted in frustration. “It’s gonna matter soon. If you--” he broke into a fit of coughing. It took him a wheezing moment to catch his breath. He finished with a somber tone, “Depending on how the next couple days go, you might have to fight out of here on your own. Good looks and a great sense of humor only go so far against a bunch of fucking tumors.” He swished the mop around near the next cell and prompted, “You hear me?”

There was a rustling of fabric in Rhonda’s cell. Her voice sounded closer to the door when she said, “Even if they get here before we’re both killed, there’s no way he’ll let me go back. Not after what he sees here.” 

Wade sighed and leaned against the wall by her door. He heard a particular flavor of heartbreak, dread, and self-hatred that was only too familiar. “Look, Colossus sees the best in everyone, and that’s why he’s got that fucking stupid rule about no killing. But it’s also why we love him, right? You wait, he’ll--”

Rhonda’s voice was strained, “This is different.”

“Well,” Wade plopped the mop back in the bucket and started rolling it. “Let’s get through this and find out.”

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Not A Ghost - part 26

A/N - Multi-part fic. Colossus x OC where OC has come home after being wrongfully imprisoned in the Icebox. Warnings for whole fic - references and flashbacks to harsh prison environment, including various types of abuse. Takes place shortly after events in Deadpool 2. Whole thing will end up on my AO3 eventually.

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“THIS IS THE DEPARTMENT OF MUTANT CONTROL,” the voice on the megaphone repeated. “ALL MUTANTS GET DOWN ON THE GROUND.”

Rhonda’s heart stopped, then started slamming against her ribs like it would bust out. Panic surged inside her as her worst fear practically had its claws in her.

Colossus closed his heavy hands around her shoulders and urged, “Rhonda, run. Find Dopinder, and get as far away from here as you can.”

Tears started to bead up on her lashes, her jaw furiously ground to and fro. With a hard sniffle, she blinked a few times and said with bitter finality, “I’m not leaving you.”

Both their faces set in hard furrows, Colossus nodded to his wife, “Stay close.”

“You two are gonna make me sick,” the Juggernaut griped. “Are we gonna wholesale wreck these assholes, or what? You get your people out, I’ll get mine.”

A deep breath. 

One more. 

Juggernaut took off first, running full tilt and brushing off a couple DMC officers like packing peanuts once he got closer to the gas pumps. Colossus ran next, with Rhonda on his heels. As soon as the steel Russian cleared the trucks, however, he was struck by something massive and metal. A horrible clash sounded and Rhonda shrank back.

She rolled under a trailer and ran to climb into one of the truck cabs. Whatever idiot who drove this truck happened to leave the cab unlocked, and Rhonda fumbled around for a handgun, a knife, a rifle, a baseball bat - anything she could use. Her fingers had almost closed around a crowbar--

A hand closed around Rhonda’s ankle and yanked her down from the cab. Her head knocked on the steel steps before she landed hard on the pavement. She tried not to scream, but the sound still came out in a strangled yelp. The looming figure wore so much riot gear he didn’t even have a face, just a black helmet, black mask, black gloves. On her back on the dirty asphalt, Rhonda kicked upward with both feet and hit him with a few hundred volts of go-fuck-yourself.

The force threw him upward and back and he smacked into a shipping trailer with echoing clangs before landing only a few feet from Rhonda. He was motionless. Rhonda didn’t wait to see if he was dead or alive, she just ran. 

Past the trucks, Colossus was now almost to the gas pumps, grappling with a large mechanical suit piloted by a DMC officer. His uniform was torn, and they had crashed into an abandoned car and crushed it. Colossus yelled over and over that he was part of X-Men, that he wasn’t there to hurt anyone, but the officer piloting the suit clearly wouldn’t stop until he had this giant mutant in a control collar. 

Rhonda started to rush to help him, but something small whizzing past her ear made her pause and whip her head around to look behind her. A trio of officers were heading toward her. One shouted, “DMC! DOWN ON THE GROUND!” and clipped puffs sounded as he fired the small gun he held. He missed - just barely - and Rhonda realized they were shooting tranquilizer darts. She threw a bright green bolt of electricity at them, but it wasn’t strong enough to incapacitate them. Scrambling, she bolted for the gas pumps, looking for somewhere to hide or something to use as a weapon.

There was a blue pickup truck hauling a small flatbed trailer carrying a pair of four wheelers. On the trailer was a bright red gas can. It wouldn’t hold more than a gallon, but then, Rhonda wouldn’t need that much. Sprinting, she snatched the can from the trailer and popped off the top. It was mostly full, which was good, but made it harder to throw. Rhonda spun in a circle to get some momentum, then launched the gas can at the officers chasing her. As it was in the air, some of the gasoline spilled from the spout, and it was all Rhonda needed.

She sent a little spark.

The gasoline ignited, and the red plastic can exploded. Flaming gasoline landed on and near the three officers. One screamed as they all dove to the ground to try to roll and put themselves out. Rhonda ducked low between two cars to think.

The fight was forcing Rhonda and Colossus to drift further and further apart. She was close enough that she could hear Domino and Deadpool arguing between gunshots. She poked her head up just high enough to see Cable telekinetically throw five officers so they thumped hard against a shipping trailer. The three of them were handling the bulk of the force that had shown up, and they likely wouldn’t be able to help Colossus in time. 

A crash rang out nearby, and Rhonda looked again to see the suit officer had thrown Colossus into another car, showering the ground with shattered windshield. He got to his feet, and with a terrible roar he charged at the giant mech suit--

Something struck Rhonda in the back of the shoulder, then two more strikes to her kidney and spine. She cried out as agony laced through her. Turning, she saw an officer rushing at her, brandishing a rubber bullet rifle. 

For a moment, everything was clear. Rhonda let this faceless officer close in and get within arm’s reach. He was big, but she had fought bigger. He was scary, but she had beaten scarier. Although he must have outweighed her by maybe a hundred pounds, it hardly took any effort to use his momentum against him. In a fraction of a second he was on his back and Rhonda was on top of him. She wrested away the rifle and hit him with the butt until he was unconscious. 

Every inch of her back hurt, her head hurt, she was pouring sweat, and the painting on her arm was peeling off. Rhonda took a breath, and pushed herself back to her feet, snatching away the unconscious officer’s tranquilizer gun. And just because she was spiteful, she drove her heel into his face once before setting off again toward Colossus and the mechanical suit.

Creeping as best as she could between parked cars at the gas pumps, Rhonda looked for her husband again. Still engaged with the mech suit, it had him in a chokehold. He kicked at its legs, but it was able to compensate and adjust its position to keep from losing its footing. Colossus didn’t look like the mech suit would kill him, but he couldn’t shake it off on his own either. 

She couldn’t see Juggernaut anywhere, and Cable, Domino, and Deadpool were still tangled with the remaining officers. She had one idea, and she just hoped she could pull it off.

Leaving the relative safety of the gas pumps, she bolted toward her husband. He was basically immobilized, and out of the corner of her eye Rhonda saw two more DMC officers closing in on him. She yelled in Russian, “[PIOTR, GIVE ME YOUR HAND!]” 

He heard her and reached one arm out to his side. Leaping to close the last few feet of distance, Rhonda snatched his hand with both of hers and sent a powerful current through him, pouring everything she had. 

The green-blue electricity blazed up his arm and through the metal of the mech suit, melting wiring and frying circuits. The mech finally lost balance and fell over, its pilot unconscious and steaming. Colossus too had been knocked down by the force, and Rhonda landed hard on her elbows and stomach. She pressed herself back to her knees, then her feet, dizzy, and tasting blood in her mouth from biting her lip or tongue. Colossus began to stir.

“Well, lookie here, Reyes,” a man’s voice taunted. “Just when we thought we’d never find this one!”

“I’ll be damned,” Reyes answered, “It’s motherfucking Guestbook.”

By the time she remembered the two officers, it was too late. She tried to run, but stumbled, and they were on her. Rhonda fought tooth and nail. She punched and clawed with her bare hands, but the officers’ riot gear was too thick. She tried to send electrical charges to their hearts, but she was spent from everything else she’d done. 

She fought hard, but it wasn’t enough.

All too quickly, she found herself face down on the ground, arms pinned on either side of her. A knee dug into her already excruciating back. Her chin scraped on the concrete. Something cold and heavy and metal slid around her neck. Her stomach turned; bile rose in her throat with realization--

Click.