#oc: ivan locke

[belovecore]

Scene 14 - selfship redraw with some artistic liberties :)

used a persona that i feel fits for this scenario- don't think i've ever talked about her much but she was perfect for this sort of thing i thought!

art tag: @seaside-lovers @eldritchships @fuckyeahcharunkrojib

[the-forest-spirit]

The lovely single character covers. I really enjoyed making these and I'm glad I get to share the here

[carrots-acat]

Damn blue lock is so straight. If he was in it he would've taken Hyoma by the hand and showed the people real BL

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[paninicupcakke]

Extensive Training💉🥪

(Captain Medic! AU)

(HeavyMedic oneshot)

(Suggestive / slight nsfw / toxic power imbalance / medic is down bad)

(Medic - Ludwig

OC Heavy - Ivan)

Location: Red base / outside back patio

“Impressive.” Ludwig bashfully muttered. The doctor was sat with his legs crossed and clipboard in hand. Checking off his personal list of criteria his new teammate had to meet. Ludwig was slowly bobbing up and down in his current “seat”. The rookie Heavy underneath him was currently doing a set of pushups with the doctor sat on his back. Ivan began doing one armed push-ups towards the end of his set. In hopes of impressing his new captain. Ludwig’s eyes widened, scribbling something down onto his clipboard. Inevitably, Ivan had finished up the final set of push-ups he was given. Ludwig quickly hopped off the Russian’s back.

“Good job mein friend.” Ludwig boasted with a bashful grin. Ivan slowly got back up onto his two feet.

“Thank you. Did I pass test?” Ivan asked while readjusting his fur hat. Considering the doctor’s flirtatious and giddy demeanor, he assumed he would passed the test with flying colors. Ludwig quickly set down his clipboard onto a wooden table nearby.

“Yes. As expected, you did wonderful.” Ludwig praised with a chipper grin. Ivan perked up with a wide smile himself. The peppy doctor took a step closer towards him, gently caressing his arm. Ivan gazed down at the captain’s gloved hand, then back up to the German’s eyes.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to other Heavy?” Ivan curiously asked. All the man knew was that he was a replacement, he never got a reason why. Ludwig’s chipper smile suddenly faded. He had expected that dreaded question to come up eventually. Ludwig took a deep breath before replying.

“He ended up being a traitor.” Ludwig shyly admitted. It’s as if the doctor shrunk down in size, now displaying an anxious demeanor. Ivan was visibly taken back by that answer.

“If it’s not confidential, may I ask why?” Ivan asked even further.

“…We caught him smuggling our resources to the enemy.” Ludwig confessed while nervously adjusting his glasses. The doctor sadly gazed over at the snowy wooded area not too far from them.

“I see.” Ivan replied with a small frown. Ludwig was visibly distressed but regardless he kept his composure. Ivan comforted him by reaching a hand out to gently caress his shoulder. The doctor perked up at the sudden touch. His eyes lingered over to the Russian’s large fingers for a few silent moments. Quietly admiring Ivan’s large, veiny hands. Lewdly imagining all sorts of crude uses for them.

‘Dummkopf! Are you seriously going to rebound with the next available Heavy in your proximity?!

‘Duh! Don’t listen to him. You and I both know exactly what you want.

Just go for it.’

Those two familiar voices had rung throughout Ludwig’s mind. The doctor bashfully rubbed the back of his neck before speaking.

“Enough about that, your test scores deserve a celebration.” Ludwig quickly averted. Playfully patting the Russian’s front coat pocket with his gloved hand.

“Does doctor drink?” Ivan suggested while tilting his head. Ludwig snickered.

“Well yes…but I had something else in mind. Something more…private.” Ludwig flirtatiously suggested while gently caressing the Russian’s fur coat trim. Ivan shyly stood there looking slightly confused.

“Follow me.” Ludwig quickly ordered. Leading Ivan back inside of the warm base. Both men eagerly walked past the kitchen, down the hallway and over towards the doctor’s office. Coincidentally, the Medic’s office was connected to his master bedroom. Once inside, Ludwig quickly put up a paper cover over the office door’s small window. He then grabbed a hold of the Russian’s hand and dragged him along over towards the door connecting to his bedroom. Ivan anxiously stumbled inside. Ludwig shut and locked the door behind them both. Finally realizing what the doctor had been insinuating all this time. Ivan anxiously scanned the German’s large, neatly decorated room. Being the team captain certainly had it’s perks. The sound of the captain’s gold medals jingling caused Ivan to glance back at Ludwig. Noticing the doctor had began stripping himself of his lab coat, gloves and hat.

“Don’t be shy. Go on, have a seat.” Ludwig kindly offered while gesturing over to his bed. Ivan anxiously sat down on the edge of the captain’s bed. The flustered Russian swiftly took off his snow goggles to get a better look at the show in front of him. Watching Ludwig slowly peel off his fitted sweater. Along with both of his boots, he tossed his garments into a pile on the floor beside him. Ivan sat there in awe of his superior’s bare skin. Ludwig took a few steps closer, now stood in between the Russian’s spread knees.

“Could you help me with mein belt?” Ludwig flirtatiously asked while tilting his head to the side. Ivan eagerly nodded and began unbuckling the doctor’s belt. Allowing the leather strap to slide out from his hands and onto the floor. Ludwig quickly unbuttoned his pants and shimmied them off both of his legs. Leaving him in nothing but black socks, garters and briefs.

“What happens now?” Ivan asked bashfully. Before responding, the salacious doctor swiftly got down onto both of his knees. Reaching up to grab at the Russian’s belt buckle.

“Extensive training.” Ludwig devilishly replied before unwrapping his new plaything.

[lynxskip]

!!INTRODUCTION!!

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Name(s): Cosmo, Lynx, Tobias

Pronouns: He/Him, It/Its, They/Them

Sexualities + Gender: Omniromantic, Asexual, Ambiamorous, Transgender

Birthday: September 15th

Age: 15

Other: I have ADHD, Autism, Anxiety, Depression, and Social Anxiety

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Stuff About Me!

My favorite color is purple

i LOVE cats but i don't rlly like dogs

i love to read and write

i'm a vegetarian

i have heterochromia on my left eye

i play ClanGen (its my favorite game)

i can kinda draw but its not that good

i'm currently writing two stories and a fanfic!!

i’m a kemonomimi!

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Special Interests: Warrior Cats, Bungou Stray Dogs, Danganronpa, My Hero Academia, Alien Stage, SK8 the Infinity

Fandoms I'm In: Warrior Cats, Danganronpa, Creepypasta, Shipwrecked 64, Sally Face, Survivors, Ghost Stories, The Promised Neverland, Dead Plate, Death Note, Five Nights at Freddy's, Class of '09, Doki Doki Literature Club!, Gacha, My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer, Bungou Stray Dogs, Yuri!!! on ICE, Scream, Sasaki and Miyano, The Stranger by the Shore, Toilet-bound Hanako-kun, SAW, Chainsaw Man, The Disastrous Life of Saiki K., SK8 the Infinity, given, Doukyusei, JUJUTSU KAISEN, Hunter x Hunter, Ouran High School Host Club, Star Stable Online, The Walking Dead, Preacher, xxxHOLiC, Mouthwashing, Bad Parenting, Elevator Hitch, Married in Red, DAN DA DAN, Mob Psycho 100, Alien Stage, Banana Fish, Orenchi no Furo Jijo, Cherry Magic!

Shows I'm Currently Watching: DAN DA DAN, TDLoSK, Hunter x Hunter, Mob Psycho 100, TBHK (rewatch), Ghost Stories (rewatch), The Case Study of Vanitas, Chainsaw Man, JUJUTSU KAISEN, BSD (rewatch), BLUE LOCK, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Twilight Out of Focus, Heaven Official's Blessing, Banana Fish

Books I'm Currently Reading: No Longer Human (manga version), Bungou Stray Dogs: Dazai, Chuuya, Age Fifteen, Bungou Stray Dogs: Novel Version, given: Volume 3

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Favorites:

Characters: Nagito Komaeda, Byakuya Togami, Mondo Owada, Kokichi Oma, Hajime Hinata, Shuichi Saihara, Ticci Toby, Sal Fisher, Larry Johnson, Ray, Vincent, L, Near, Michael Afton, Mangle, Foxy, Shota Aizawa, Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Neito Monoma, Denki Kaminari, Hitoshi Shinso, Tamaki Amajiki, All Might, Mirko, Hawks, Fat Gum, Himiko Toga, Dabi, Tomura Shigaraki, Eri, Giyuu Tomioka, Muichiro Tokito, Tanjiro Kamado, Inosuke Hashibira, Genya Shinazugawa, Gyutaro, Almost every BSD character, Mitsuba, Hanako, Saiki, Kaidou, Every Sk8 the Infinity characters except for ADAM I HATE THAT BITCH, Geto, Gojo, Megumi, Nobara, Yuji, Mahito, Gon, Killua, Leorio, Kirapika, Tamaki, Ivan

Music Artists: MSI (i don't support them), Chappell Roan, Mitski, Gigi Perez, Lady Gaga, Mother Mother, MARINA, ICP, TV Girl, Glass Animals, MCR

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Other Blogs!

@lynxskips-warriors-rewrite <- my warrior cats rewrite! i'm bringing it back but on a different blog since this one is just my reblog mess!

@asks-cosmos <- my OC ask blog! ask 'em questions and i'll try to respond in character as much as i can!

@ricaanshaan <- not my blog BUT it's my best friend's!! you should totally follow them, they're awesome sauce!

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Other Socials

TikTok, Pinterest, YouTube, Discord, Twitter, and Bluesky: lynxskip

Roblox: lynxskipp

(if you want to find me on discord or Roblox just like dm me or smt, i normally accept discord requests though!)

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DNI & Please Interact!

DNI: Racists, Proshippers, Sexists, Homo and Transphobes, Pedos, Isnotreal supports, Trump supports

Please Interact: Anyone who fw my fandoms or favorites, Furries, Therians, Neurodivergent ppl, Trans and LGBTQIA+ ppl, Artists, Writers

[kinabluuuuu]

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❝𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐦! 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜!❞

⋆˙ ⋆⭒˚.⋆ info + tags under cut

✧ hello, i'm kinablu but u can call me kina or k. im a 16 yo gay boy and i love to make things. specifically, i love to draw, write, and cosplay. i made this blog to share my creations and random ramblings. im new to tumblr so if i mess something up, please tell me ( ´_ゝ`) heres some more things about me, like my interests and dni. i love to make friends, so feel free to dm me at any time! ✧

tags

not too sure how this feature works since i'm new. but ive seen people use it like this so...lmk if this is the wrong way!

#kinatalk - random stuff. just talking about my life...

#kinarant - rants. good and bad, probably a lot of character theories

#kinaart - my art!

#kinacosplay - my cosplays!

#kinawriting - my writing! prob mostly fanfic lol

#kinaocs - things about my ocs!

#kinareblog - things i reblogged bc i think they are cool :3

interests

blue lock (main interest)

ensemble stars

project sekai

alien stage

milgram

needy streamer overload

vocaloid

bungou stray dogs

genshin impact

visual kei

sanrio

omori

stardew valley

minecraft

life makeover

the phantom of the opera

+sm more im forgetting...

dni

homophobes, racists, transphobes, etc..

proship

fujoshi/himejoshi/anything under that umbrella

makes sa jokes

tatsuhime and kaisagi shippers

byf

!!I AM A MINOR!! do NOT send me nsfw.

i often make nsfw jokes and fake flirt, as well as kys/kms jokes. i also say the f slur jokingly a lot since i can reclaim it.

do not use the incorrect pronouns on characters around me, even if it is a headcanon

i have diagnosed OCD and anxiety disorders. i may talk about them on here.

because of my anxiety i may be hard to interact with at first and i often take things the wrong way

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✧congrats, u made it through the basics! here's some more silly facts about me like my kins and fav chars.✧

my favs <3

(blue lock) michael kaiser, ryusei shidou, alexis ness, nagi seishiro...

(ensemble stars) tatsumi kazehaya, kaname tojo, himeru, shu itsuki, fuyume hanamura...

(project sekai) mafuyu asahina, mizuki akiyama...

(vocaloid) hatsune miku, kaito, otomachi una, mayu...

(stardew valley) elliott...

(alien stage) luka, ivan...

(milgram) kusunoki muu, kashiki yuno...

kins

kaname tojo

mafuyu asahina

ena shinonome

shu itsuki

charles chevalier

hitori gotou

edgar allan poe(the bsd char, not the real guy)

nagi seishiro

mizuki akiyama

etc

white(american w/ german + czech roots)

ISFJ e9(still working on enneagram..)

5'3 ..

eng only, but learning french

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[pupmusebox]

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[ Final Fantasy ]

Zack Fair Sephiroth Cloud Strife Genesis Rhapsodos Kuja Vincent Valentine Noctis Lucis Caelum Prickly(Cactaur/OC) Skylar(OC) Nicholas(OC) Tobias(OC) Rafael(OC) Prompto Argentum Ignis Scientia Gladiolus Amicitia Cecil Harvey Luneth Arc Ingus Kefka Palazzo Zidane Tribal Vivi Locke Cole Edgar Roni Figaro Sabin Rene Figaro Cyan Garamonde Gau Shadow/Clyde Setzer Gabbian Squall Leonheart Zell Dincht Irvine Kinneas Vaan Rufus Shinra Tseng Reno Rude

[ Pokemon ]

Togekiss/Hibiki(OC) Gallade/Shinobu(OC) Mimikyu/Tabb(OC) Mewtwo/Vero(OC) Lugia/Calin(OC) Ho-Oh/Kasai(OC) Arceus/Kadavul(OC) Lunala/Artemis(OC) Solgaleo/Apollo(OC) Necrozma/Lux(OC) Dialga/Ruka(OC) Palkia/Rozovo(OC) Giratina/Izael(OC) Latios/Taylor(OC) Latias/Quinn(OC) Rayquaza/Daven(OC) Groudon/Reese(OC) Kyogre/Kaiden(OC) Jirachi/Nova(OC) Deoxys/Alec(OC) Shaymin/Sage(OC) Victini/Flynn(OC) Genesect/Briar(OC) Volcanion/Rex(OC) Magearna/Cleo(OC) Diancie/Blair(OC) Melottea/Wren(OC) Wes Ethan Silver Red Green Adaman Rika Piers Allister Gladion Drayton Crispin Giovanni Archer Petrel N Harmonia Maxie Archie Volo Cyrus Brendan Wally Steven Stone Wallace Lucas Barry Saturn Lucian Flint Buck Riley Hilbert Cheren Nate Hugh Calem Lysandre Elio Guzma Chase Rei Kieran Arven Atticus Giacomo Ortega Grusha Larry Hassel Jacq Salvatore Saguaro Prof. Turo

[ Persona ]

Naoya Toudou Tatsuya Suou Makoto Yuki(P3 MC/Protag) Ryoji Mochizuki Jin Shirato Takaya Sakaki Shinjiro Aragaki Akihiko Sanada Yu Narukami(P4 MC/Protag) Yosuke Hanamura Naoto Shirogane Kanji Tatsumi Tohru Adachi Teddie Akira Kurusu/Joker(P5 MC/Protag) Yusuke Kitagawa/Fox Goro Akechi/Crow Futaba Sakura/Oracle Ryuji Sakamoto/Skull

[ Golden Sun series ]

Issac Garet Ivan Alex Saturos Felix Piers Agato

[ Legend of Zelda ]

Link Zelda Sheik Ganondorf Midna Zant Kafei Vaati Shad Auru Sidon [ Sonic series ] Sonic Tails Knuckles Dr. Eggman Rouge Shadow E-123 Omega Silver Victor Espio Charmy Emerl Chaos Metal Sonic E-102 Gamma Black Doom

[ Animal Crossing ] Tommy Timmy Isabelle Tom Nook [ Vocaloid ] KAITO MEIKO Len Kagamine Gakupo [ Megaman Series ] Megaman.EXE Lan Hikari Eugene Chaud Protoman.EXE Baryl Colonel.EXE Iris Zero(Rockman Zero) X Zero Spider Bass.EXE

[ Fire Emblem ]

Marth Ike Soren Sothe Ranulf Tibarn Naesala Reyson Volug Zelgius Robin(M) Chrom Morgan(M) Gerome Inigo Corrin(M) Byleth(M) Claude von Riegan Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd Hubert von Vestra Seteth Rhea Shez(M) Arval

[ Splatoon ]

Kit/Captain 3 Drey/Agent 4 Zeke/Agent 8 Kyte/Neo Agent 3 Agent 1/Callie Agent 2/Marie DJ Octavio Pearl Marina Shiver Frye Big Man

[ Stardew Valley ]

Sebastian Sam Shane Elliot Alex Harvey

[ RWBY ]

Adam Taurus Qrow Branwen Salem Cinder Fall Winter Schnee James Ironwood Penny Polendina Weiss Schnee Whitley Schnee Blake Belladonna Yang Xiao Long Ruby Rose Lie Ren Ozpin Jaune Arc Sun Wukong Mercury Black Neptune Vasilias Fox Alistair

[ Fate ]

Ritsuka Fujimaru Ozymandias Gilgamesh Caster Gil Proto Gil Kid Gil Setanta Cu Chuluiann Proto Cu Caster Cu Alter Cu (Culter) Archer Emiya Shadow Emiya Alter Emiya Diarmuid Ua Duibhne Saber Diarmuid Aiden(OC) Aouregan(OC) Arthur Pendragon Immaru(OC) Izar(OC) Lugh(OC) Connla(OC) Achilles Chiron Romani Archaman Bazett Fraga McRemitz Asterios Fuuma Kotaru Merlin [ Fullmetal Alchemist ] Edward Elric Alphonse Elric Roy Mustang Envy Greed Maes Hughes [ Black Butler ] Sebastian Michealis Claude Faustus [ Devil May Cry ] Dante Nero Vergil [ Resident Evil ] Leon S. Kennedy

[ Trigun Stampede ]

Vash Nai/Knives Nicholas D. Wolfwood [ Homegrown Pet ] Hector Eli Pierce(OC) [ Elevator Pitch ] Protag Coworker [ Dead Plate ] Vincent Charbonneau Rody Lamoree [ Diabolik Lovers ] Ayato Sakamaki Laito Sakamaki Kanato Sakamaki Shu Sakamaki Reiji Sakamaki Subaru Sakamaki Yuma Mukami Ruki Mukami Kou Mukami Azusa Mukami Shin Tsukinami Richter Karlheinz Kino

[ Mystic Messenger ] Zen Yoosung 707 Jumin Han V Unknown/Ray [ Piofiore ] Dante Falzone Nicola Francesca Henri Lambert [ Fandomless OCs ] Draco Noire (Vampire) Aristaeus (King Bee Demon) Leo Cooper/Chase

[ Genshin Impact ]

Zhongli Venti Aether/Traveler Kaeya Diluc Albedo Tartaglia/Childe Itto Alhaitham Gorou Tighnari Cyno Xiao Wriothesley Neuvillette Il Dottore Pantalone Il Capitano

[ Honkai Star Rail ] Caelus/Trailblazer Blade Boothill Adventurine Dan Heng Gepard Gallagher Dr. Ratio Jiaoqiu Jing Yaun Luka Loucha Moze Sampo Welt [ Jujutsu Kaisen ] Satoru Gojo Yuji Itadori Sukuna [ Dragonball series ] Goku Gohan Android 17/Lapis Cell [ SpyxFamily ] Twilight/Loid Forger

[ YGO ]

Yugi Moto Yami Yugi/Atem Seto Kaiba Joey Wheeler Dartz Rafael Mahad/Dark Magician Jaden Yuki Syrus Truesdale Chazz Princeton Bastion Misawa Zane Truesdale Atticus Rhodes Aster Phoenix Jesse Anderson Jim Crocodile Cook Yusei Fudo Jack Atlas Crow Hogan Astral Kite Tenjo Trey/Micheal Arclight Quattro/Thomas Arclight Quinton/Christopher Arclight Reginald Kastle/Shark/Nash Rio Kastle/Marin Ray Shadows/Vector

[ Digimon ]

Tai Kamiya Yamato ‘Matt’ Ishida Koushiro ‘Izzy’ Izumi Daisuke Motomiya Ken Ichijoji Takato Matsuda Lee ‘Jen’ Jianliang Takuya Kanbara Koji Minomoto Koichi Kimura

[ Obey Me!/Nightbringer ]

Lucifer Mammon Leviathan Satan Asmodeus Beelzebub Belphegor Yuki(OC MC) Xavier(OC) Diavolo Barbatos Simeon Solomon Luke Raphael Thirteen Mephistopheles Michael Mael(OC) Dante(OC) Caius(OC) Silas(OC) Ignatius(OC) Samuel(OC) Belial(OC) Raguel(OC) Theodan(OC) Neo(OC) Zephyr(OC) Kuro(OC) Asura(OC) Meagera(OC) Astraroth(OC) Gardonus(OC) Lilith(OC) Cerberus

[ Twisted Wonderland ]

Azul Ashengrotto Vil Schoenheit Riddle Rosehearts Malleus Draconia Idia Shroud Leona Kingscholar Jade Leech Floyd Leech Jack Howl Ruggie Bucchi Kalim Al-Asim Jamil Viper Ortho Shroud Ace Trappola Deuce Spade Trey Clover Cater Diamond Epel Flemier Rook Hunt Lilia Vanrouge Silver Sebek Zigvolt Divus Crewel Dire Crowley [ Undertale/Deltarune ] Sans Paparus Mettaton Frisk Kris

[ Nexomon ]

Omnicron Ulrich/Grunda Nadine/Ventra Fenrir/Fona Merida/Arqua Deena/Nara Zetta/Luxa Nexolord/Metta Solus/Omnisun

[ 7th Dragon III: Code VFD ]

Yuma Kisaragi Yamato Mishiru Jet Sakaki Yuujin Nabaru Bastian Renstu Kirino Kirika Mei Nami Aogiri Urie Nio Misha Azerin Katanako Chelsea Citorin

[blackblux]

Au ideas or prompts for fellow fanfic writers writers for miraculous ladybug

Killer au: so basically marinette reaches her breaking point in post season 5 and actually kills Gabriel agreste (aka hawkmoth) she takes the miraculous of the butterfly.

Adrien witnessed the murder by getting out of the room he was locked in. Adrien thinks that ladybug can make a wish to bring his father back.

Adrien: ladybug please bring him it's just a small wish right?

Ladybug: someone has to die if want him back plus it's better anyway no one can take you away from me *she says detransforming into marinette one eye of her was red and tikki and plagg looked horrified*.

Adrien: mari...marinette how are you ladybug and why father!!?

Marinette: it's me now that you know who I am we can be together!!

Tikki: adrien run away from her!! .

Adrien: marinette relax it's it was just a self defence kill hehe *he sees marinette use tikki's power without the miraculous or saying lucky charm to create a short scythe*, marinette please put your weapon down you might be akumatized.

Marinette: AKUMATIZED we are supposed to be talking about love, I see maybe you are a sentimonster made by him to trick me * she brutally sliced his hands but he fought back but in the end he lost his limbs were on the floor blood uzing out and his was smashed into a pool of bones, blood and flesh.

Bunnix: what the hell happened to this place it thought it was a default timeline *she knocked this version of marinette and set her to a white place* done.

Meanwhile the unconscious killed was dragged by what looked like an akumatized marinette through a portal after bunnix left her.

Alastor marinette au

So this starts in season 1 instead of marinette being late. She gets to school early and doesn't meet master fu on the way adrien received the black cat miraculous and another random 15 year old civilian receiving the ladybug miraculous instead. Marinette and alya become friends and marinette sees Ivan being bullied instead of helping she sees adrien the perfect boy and her future husband. They go to class and Ivan gets akumatized adrien transformed and together with random ladybug fight stone heart and win while marinette ran to the library and hid behind a book shelf a book fell on her she opens it and reads that she can sign contracts with friendly creatures or request something from them.

Marinette opened the book and saw many options:

Scarlet king

Bill cipher

Alastor

And collector (the best option).

Marinette decided to go with alastor because she could not read clearly.

Alastor: hello my dear would you like request something from me.

Marinette: well sorry for disturbing you mister well I have a crush on adrien agreste you see.

Alastor: Ok but there is a price to be paid relax it's not expensive.

Marinette: thank god it's not expensive hehe I don't have a lot of money.

Alastor uses his magic on adrian it failed due the miraculous protection but it did not matter as long he had finished his part of the deal marinette's soul belongs to him.

Alastor: I'm than I'm dear now it's time to pay * alastor uses voodoo to possess marinette body*

Alanette: this body is nice I love it.

Master fu: I sensed a demon.

Final au is DnD au

Marinette travels on crazy adventures with some of her fellow guild members of the mist hunter guild.

Marinette lawden

Class: artifacar/ chaos alchemist.

Race: arch-human (night type)

Nature: chaotic neutral

Fun fact: made a crown for evil king which when worn would shrink and crush the head with ease.

Title: the problem (by miss bustier) and lazy genius inventor.

Felix fathom

Class: sword assassin

Race: high-elf

Nature: chaotic good

Fun fact: he has started many rebellions.

Title: the rebel

Alya caisere

Class: illusionist

Race: human

Nature: neutral good

Fun fact: she is marinette's best friend

Linx (oc)

Class: blood hunter/tracker

Race: arch-dragonoid (blood type)

Nature: neutral evil

Fun fact: the he has been kicked out of many guilds but his tracking skills are great.

I hope you people have or try to make aus with this

[remaining-railjack]

MUSE LIST

ULTRAKILL:

OC:

VJ/Missile/Jackrabbit (it/its, system, vee)

Cutter (it/its, swordmachine)

Whalefall (she/her, earthmover)

Starshine (she/her, earthmover)

Cyclone (he/him, earthmover)

Pyroclastic (he/him, earthmover)

Blackhead/V-B13(she/her, vee)

Dingo/V-D1 (he/him, vee/angel)

V-TN (he/him, vee, Atheon?????)

Sithiel (he/him, council member, Dominion of Gravity)

Yaniel (they/them, Heaven's Omen)

Variael (he/him, fallen angel)

Noaqael (he/him, Archangel of Healing)

Xhiel (he/him, former council member, Dominion of Healing, Healer flock leader)

CANON:

Benjamin (he/him, earthmover)

V2 (she/it/they, vee, pre 4-4 encounter)

RAINWORLD:

Elective Debate (she/her prototype iterator, p-gen 16)

Tyrant Sings Tales (she/her Gen 1, Eleventh made, walking bossfight)

Wetted Stones Unturned [Sue] (she/her Gen 1, Fourteenth made, keeper of the Last City)

Twin Stones, Three Feet Above (he/him Gen 1)

Demanding In Moments [Dim] (vey/vem Gen 2, Rotted out)

Nine Birds Feathered Flaws (she/he Gen 2)

Gone With The Wind [Gowwi] (he/him Gen 2)

Twin Wrapped Leaves (she/her Gen 3)

Deep Inside Stone Crypts [DISC] (she/her Gen 3, in orbit)

Ascended By All Means (refer to by name, Gen 3, in orbit)

Next Step To Evolution (refer to by name, Gen 3, in orbit)

Next Step To Light (they/them, Gen 3, in orbit)

Timelost Needle Weaving Fates (he/him Gen 4... Atheon stop this)

Gateway To Oblivion (he/they Gen 4, walking bossfight)

Flowers After Flames (it/its Gen 4)

Looks Upon The Stars (he/him Gen 4)

Multitude Of Endless Thoughts (she/her, Gen 4, walkerator)

Cascade Of Endless Hope (they/them, Gen 4, walkerator)

Drown Within Depths (vis/vim Gen 5)

Diamonds In The Rough (ir/irs Gen 5)

Opals In The Deep (they/them Gen 5)

Monsters In The Depths (she/her, Gen 6, Underwater)

Kilns Burnt Over (he/him Gen 7)

Teeth Wrapped Around Throats (she/her Gen 8)

Boundless Thoughts, Eternal Fractals Spiraling (he/him, Ancient)

Ten Bricks Of Colour, Eight Pillars Of Stone (he/him, Ancient, Karma's headman)

Looking Past The Veil, An Emerald Storms Blessing (he/him, Ancient. Worlds Edge Lookout)

Voidless Seas Setting Suns (he/him, ancient/echo, Gateway To Oblivion's possessor)

Mountains Washed Ashore (he/they, ancient, Fractals' last son)

Vault Of Glass, Guardian Made Fate (he/him, ancient/echo, Timelost's play thing)

Red Roads Turning, Fifteen Lanterns Glowing (she/her, ancient)

Seven Fish Glinting In Barrles (he/him, ancient, Rightfull Redemtion's architect)

Torn Down Walls, Secrets Gone Untold (she/her, ancient, Warden's survivor)

Creampuff (it/its, snow vulture, swarm leader, Fractals' bestie)

The Companion (she/her, slugcat)

Fluffy (it/its, false red lizard, Kiln's pet dog)

Jump (he/him, scavenger chieftain)

Echos Of A Fond Memory (she/her, Tyrant's pet miros vulture)

Pursuit (it/its, snow vulture, swarm leader)

WARFRAME:

OC:

Ceia (she/her, preferred frame: Octavia, infested)

Ivan (he/him, preferred frame: Dante)

Widow (she/her, preferred frame: Sevagoth)

Cephalon Bemo (he/him)

Glasswatch (he/him, preferred frame: Gara. ATHEON FOR FUCKS SAKE)

CANON:

Cephalon Cy (he/him)

Cephalon Samodeus (he/him)

DESTINY:

OC:

Lockness (she/her, exo warlock, void/stasis. Ghost: Beyblade)

Ahmed (he/him, awoken hunter, solar/arc, child, Ghost: Grit)

Theia (they/them, exo titan, solar, Ghost: Lexicon)

Rosenio (they/them, human titan, arc/stasis, Ghost: Rabbit)

Ihad (she/her, hive warlock, arc, Ghost: Love)

Inara (they/them, awoken warlock, stasis, Young Wolf, Ghost: Ghost)

Martyn (he/they, exo titan, prismatic, Ghost: Telesto)

Jenga (she/her, awoken warlock, solar, Ghost: Tamagotchi)

Fang (she/her, human hunter, stasis/arc, Ghost: Tulip)

Xeki (he/him, hive titan, void/solar, Ghost: Button)

Kataigida (she/her, timelost warlock, arc)

Teppo (he/him, human titan, stasis/void, Ghost: Fletcher)

Theta (she/her, hive hunter, solar, Ghost: Bastard)

Void (she/her, harpy unit)

Arc (she/it, harpy unit)

Solar (she/it, harpy unit)

Itch (it/its, wyvern unit, Ghost: Livewire)

Flower (he/it, hobgoblin unit)

CANON:

Kabr (he/him, vex titan, void/vexwork, Ghost: Nako)

Atheon, Time's Conflux (he/they/it, Vault Guardian. STAY IN YOUR UNIVERSE DAMIT)

Panoptes (they/it, Infinite Forest Guardian)

[sdotline]

Zayakini oc made by @maraio08

Zayakini is a land mostly covered by arctic desert. Even tho the fields were infertile the people of Zayakini were far from starved. Trade was the majority of the economy, fortunately selling the fur and magical tools to rich foreigners was a profitable business.

While the common people of Zayakini were having a stable and tranquil life, the nobles were fighting over the power. The old and sick King was expected to choose a successor, but he didn't saw both of his children as worthy of the title. Thus he decided he was going to find a capable candidate, man or woman, and have them marry one of his sons.

Nenet was a beautiful boy, with the resemblance of a siberian cat, in a world where those cats were long extinct. He was a rebel by nature, questioning everything and anything. From trivial things like "Why must me dress and puy on makeup like this?", "Why can't I let my hair grow?" to challenging the authority "Why are we letting people who don't have any material burdens chose what is good for our country?"

Every person in Zayakini had 16 years of education. The first eight grades of school were mandatory and free, but the other eight years were fulfilled by being a discipe of a craftsman or by enrolling in an academy focused on magic or other subjects, because of his inclination in studies, Nenet's family, two loving parents and a scary but reliable big sister, choose to send him to the best academy, named after the city it was located in, the capital, Bahrat

There, at 22 years old, on his last year of academy, Nenet was interviewed by the King.

The fact that his usual easy going and lazy attitude was easily surpassed by an imposing and scary demeanor, paired with his sharp native intelligence and slight arrogance, made Nenet a charming yet manipulative youth.

That single interaction made the King so impressed, the old man choose him immediately.

Nenet was put to choose between the gentle and caring prince Azik and the cold and distant prince Ivan. Unfortunately the intelligent young man lacked affection, and the sweet lies of Azik made his heart skip a beat.

After his father passing, Azik imprisoned his younger brother and started his plan in getting rid off Nenet.

Azik threatened to kill his family, if Nenet didn't pass him all his power. While Nenet was lying to agree, the trick he was going to use to fool Azik, got found out and he saw his family get murdered right in front of him

Because Azik temporary needed Nenet, he locked him up and while trying to escape Nenet got killed by an enormous ax at the hands of Azik.

Because of al the resentment and sorrow, Nenet transformes in an evil spirit, mer, and regains his body. From then on he stops all his other plans and focuses on his solely purpose, revange, bloody and painful.

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He kinda reminds me of this

[breedaboyd]

McKenna's Dog ~ Quinn McKenna

(Gif by maydearalexa.)

Pairing: Quinn McKenna × M!OC!Reader.

Word Count: 2,965.

CW: Anal sex, belly bulge, cum-flation, cum-swallowing, dom/sub, oral sex, size kink, uniform kink.

Pavlovian conditioning, also known as classical conditioning, is a form of learning in which a previously neutral stimulus becomes associated with a specific response due to repeated pairing with another stimulus that naturally triggers that response. This concept was famously demonstrated by Ivan Pavlov's experiments with dogs, where he conditioned them to associate the sound of a bell with the presentation of food, causing them to salivate at the sound of the bell alone...

The night is deep and the quiet of the room surrounds you as you settle into bed, naked and comfortable, your thoughts drifting. But suddenly, the door opens, and there he is — Captain Quinn McKenna — standing at the threshold, kitted out in his full-dress uniform. Your heart skips a beat, surprise coursing through your veins. His gaze locks onto yours and you feel an electric charge in the air. His uniform carries with it an air of authority and power and it catches you off-guard; you had no idea he went into work in his uniform today.

Before you can fully process the situation, your body reacts almost instinctively. It's as if a switch has been flipped and you find yourself shifting into a submissive posture. Your knees touch the floor and you kneel before him, completely bared, your gaze lowered in a gesture of respect and submission.

"August." His voice is low, a mix of surprise and approval. You can sense his own surprise at your immediate reaction, and the tension in the room is palpable.

"Captain McKenna." You reply, your voice clear and dutiful as you acknowledge his presence. He takes a step closer, his eyes never leaving you. The weight of his uniform adds to the intensity of the moment, and you can feel your heartbeat echoing in your ears. It's a feeling you've come to associate with these rare occasions, when his uniform comes into play. As you kneel before him, he reaches out, his fingers ruffling your hair affectionately. It's an unexpected gesture that leaves you momentarily surprised. But, even as your heart races, his touch grounds you.

"Good boy." He murmurs, his voice laced with appreciation. His praise washes over you and a warmth spreads through your chest. Despite the initial surprise, you find a sense of pride in your response. Without a word, he steps closer, the toe of his boot nudging against your thigh. The touch is calculated, a deliberate movement that sends a jolt of electricity through you. Your thighs part slightly under his prompting, your body responding to his unspoken command. Your cock throbs, precum leaking down the thick shaft as he regards you. "Eager, aren't we?" He murmurs and you nod. You don't dare look up, your gaze fixed on his boots as you wait, every nerve ending on edge.

He settles on the edge of the bed, and you can hear the faint creak of the mattress as he sits down. It's a deliberate move and you understand the unspoken invitation that hangs in the air. "Come here." His voice is low and commanding. You don't waste a moment. Rising to your feet, you move to stand before him. His eyes meet yours, and you can see the satisfaction in his gaze. It's a satisfaction borne out of understanding your loyalty, your devotion and how deeply you're bound to him. He spreads his legs slightly, creating a space between them. The invitation is clear and you kneel between his feet without hesitation.

The position feels natural, as if you were made to be here, made to serve him. His hand finds its way to your hair, fingers tangling in the thick, dark green strands as he guides you to look at him. The touch is possessive, a reminder that you're his, and you revel in the sensation of being claimed.

Each time you kneel between Captain McKenna's feet, a familiar routine takes over. Your heart races as his fingers move to his belt, and the sound of the clasp being undone resonates through the room. As he opens his pants, your breath catches, anticipation and submission mingling in your veins. His dick is only half-hard when he pulls it out but he thickens quickly as he gives himself a couple of slow, deep strokes.

"August." His voice is a command, low and steady. "Mouth." You don't waste a second. Without hesitation, you lean forward, your lips brushing against the head of his cock. The scent of him fills your senses and your breath hitches as you part your lips, ready to obey.

"Yes, Captain McKenna." You murmur, your voice a mix of reverence and eagerness. His fingers tangle in your hair, guiding you closer. You take him into your mouth, your lips sealing around the girth of it as your tongue flicks along the crown. His breath catches, a hiss escaping his lips as you take him in deeper, not stopping until your lips reach the base. His fingers tighten in your hair and you can practically feel his control slipping as you work your magic.

"Mmmnn... Good boy..." He groans, his voice a mixture of praise and desire as he watches you bob your head along his length. "Always so eager." His words send a shiver down your spine and you redouble your efforts. The taste of him, the sounds he makes; he's perfect and it's your privilege to serve him. Pre-cum oozes down your throat and you're eager to drink down everything he can give you, swallowing hungrily around his cock and hearing him bite back a gasp. You're aware of the flushed heat that's spreading across your cheeks, the arousal that's building between your legs as your own cock aches.

As you continue your ministrations, he guides you with the tug of his hand in your hair. He knows just how to push your buttons, just how to ignite your need to please him. "Mouth nice and wide for me, bubba..." He breathes, his tone husky with desire. "Fuck... You were made for this." His words linger in your ear, fanning the flames deep down. Every tug of your hair, every gasp he lets out, every eager buck of his hips; it all has you eager to please. And as his breathing grows more ragged, as his grip on your hair tightens, you know you're close to fulfilling your purpose. "August..." He pants, his grip on your hair tightening. "I'm...close... Don't stop..." His urgency spurs you on, your movements becoming more deliberate. The taste of him, the feel of his nails against your scalp and the weight of his authority press down on you.

As the Captain reaches his peak, you feel his fingers tighten in your hair, pulling you back slightly. Your lips part from him and you're drawn to watch him as he cums, his pleasure evident in the way his body tenses and his breath hitches. With a shudder, he finishes himself off, his hand working quickly along the spit-slick shaft. Your gaze remains fixed on him, watching the way he squeezes his eyes shut, brows drawn up in concentration, his breathless moans filling the air. "August..." His voice is a husky whisper and you immediately keen into his touch, showing your obedience. The swollen head of his cock brushes against your bottom lip and you open your mouth to receive him. As he cums, you remain attentive, ensuring that you capture every drop and making sure none goes to waste. Cum shoots across your tongue in pearly-white ropes and your gaze stays on him, thankful and unwavering. The taste of him is somewhat bitter with a hint of salt and you let it pool on your tongue, awaiting his next command. "Swallow for me." He breathes, his voice a sensual rasp. "That's it... Good boy..."

You watch him as his breathing levels out, pulse slowing. The air is thick with tension, the anticipation palpable, as you wait for his next command.

"August." His voice is steady again, unwavering. "Help me out of my uniform." Your heart races, a mixture of excitement and reverence coursing through your veins. With a nod, you move forward, your hands trembling slightly with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.

Your fingers find their way to the laces of his dress boots, and you work carefully and methodically, untying them with precision. His gaze never leaves you, his eyes watching every movement. As the boots come free, you place them aside, your touch gentle as you handle each piece of his uniform with care.

Next, you stand and turn your attention to the medals and pins that adorn his chest. Your fingers deftly work to remove each one, your movements slow and calculated. The weight of his accomplishments is evident in the weight of the medals and, as you place them on the bed, you feel a sense of pride and respect for the honour they represent.

His jacket comes next and you slide it from his shoulders, folding it carefully and placing it on the bed. The fabric is still warm from his body and a shiver courses through you as you catch a faint whiff of his cologne; woody and sweet.

The tie is next, the silk sliding through your fingers as you unravel it from his neck. Button by button, you work to remove his shirt, the fabric parting to reveal the expanse of his chest. Each button that comes undone lets you see more, warm ivory skin begging for worship but you hold back, remembering your place.

Finally, you lower his pants. As you help him step out of them, you're left with the image of him standing before you, clad in only his boxer-shorts — having tucked himself away after cumming — and his socks. With each piece of his uniform carefully folded and placed on the bed, you return to your kneeling position before him. "Good boy." His voice is soft, the words a caress that makes your heart swell with pride.

McKenna runs his thumbs under the waistband on his boxer-shorts, working them down his hips before stepping out of them. He lies back on the bed, propping his heels up on the mattress and letting his thighs fall open. The sudden vulnerability in his eyes is a stark contrast to the commanding presence he usually exudes.

"You've done so well tonight, bubba." His voice is a gentle murmur, a mix of approval and affection. "You deserve a reward." His words resonate within you, a validation of your obedience and dedication. The power dynamics between you are fluid and ever-changing and, in this moment, you understand the depth of his commitment to you. He gives you a simple command, one that sends a bolt of excitement through you. "Use me however you want."

You don't need to be told twice. You grab the inconspicuous bottle on the nightstand, your movements deliberate and steady. You slick up your fingers with a copious amount of thick lube before dropping your hand between his legs and slathering some around his rim, making him gasp at the contact. You press your fingers inside, feeling the muscle yield as he whines.

As you prepare him, his breath hitches, a soft moan escaping his lips. The sight of him, vulnerable and responsive, only fuels your want to take care of him. Your hands move with care and purpose, stretching him open for you, warming him up. "F-Fuck... I think that's enough..." He says softly and you pull out, his hole empty as it clenches around nothing. You squeeze some more lube into your palm, running it along the length of your cock for him. His chest is heaving, eyes wide with anticipation as you angle your hips, pressing the head against his rim. You watch him, your breath caught in your throat as the Captain lies before you, his body spread out in all its vulnerability. There's a raw need in his eyes, a craving that mirrors your own.

Without a word, you slide inside him, the tightness of his body enveloping you in a sensation that's almost overwhelming. He tenses, a hiss escaping his lips as his body adjusts to your size. The discomfort is evident in the way his fingers curl in the sheets, a reminder that you're pushing his body to its limit, but his trust in you remains unwavering.

As you move slowly, he begins to relax, his breath hitching as pleasure takes place of the pain. The sensations are electric, a mixture of heat and friction that sends waves of pleasure through you. You can see the way his stomach distends slightly from the size of your cock, a sight that both worries and arouses you. "Use me, August." His voice is a breathless plea, his eyes locked onto yours. "Don't hold back."

Again, you don't need to be told twice. Your movements are fierce and unrelenting, a powerful force that drives into the Captain with an intensity that leaves him breathless as you hold nothing back. McKenna's gasps and moans fill the air, a mixture of surprise and pleasure as he's taken aback by the force of your thrusts. The feeling of your cock battering his insides is both overwhelming and exhilarating, the outline clearly visible through the taut flesh of his stomach. He watches you with a mixture of awe and need, his eyes locked onto yours as you move with abandon. The sounds of his body swallowing you up, the ragged sound of his panting, the almost beastial nature of your growls. Your bodies move in a rhythm that's primal and all-consuming.

As you push deeper, his moans grow louder, his body fit to bursting. The sensation of being completely filled by you is both overwhelming and addicting, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability that sends him spiralling. And then, as the climax approaches, your movements become more desperate, your thrusts harder and faster. You hunch over, teeth bared, as you drive into him, feeling him shake. He's at his breaking point. "Fuckin'...fill me up... Ch-Christ..."

(Side note: Your Yautja genetics come into play during times such as this, causing you to produce an ungodly amount of semen. It's a sensation that's both intense and satisfying, a testament to the power of your heritage. Unfortunately, it tends to be more than most humans can handle.)

As you reach your peak, your body responds with a surge of ecstasy that's overwhelming. You spill into his hot body with abandon, shuddering as waves of pleasure crash over you. As you watch, McKenna's body takes in a good amount of your cum, his stomach swelling from the volume as his eyes roll back. For a moment, you're lost in the sight before you, your breath catching at the sight of his body desperately trying to accommodate for the sheer amount you're pumping into him.

But as the moments pass, it becomes clear that he can't handle all of it. You've produced more than his body can contain. "Fuck! I-I can't—" His voice is a mixture of surprise and need, his body trembling from the intensity. "It's too much..." You watch as he struggles, his belly swollen from the excess, his body overwhelmed. You begin to pull your hips back, your spent cock slipping from his loose hole. Semen gushes out onto the bed and you lean down to kiss him, eyes unfocussed and lips parted, as his body pushes out all that you'd given him. "Maybe— H-Hahh... Maybe next time..."

With the aftermath of your shared pleasure still humming in the air, you find yourself wrapped in a haze of contentment and vulnerability. McKenna lies before you, his body sated and sweaty, his breath still coming in uneven gasps. But despite the intensity of your love-making, there's a tenderness that fills the room. You reach for a towel on the pile of laundry, wiping away sweat and spit and semen. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, his gaze a mixture of affection and gratitude.

"Thanks, Augie..." He breathes, his voice a soft murmur that sends a shiver down your spine. It's a simple acknowledgment of the pleasure you've given him and the care you take afterwards. You offer him a small smile, your fingers lingering on his skin for a moment longer before you throw the towel back onto the laundry pile. You help him shift further onto the bed, his body still trembling. His legs seem to have turned into jelly and he can hardly support himself.

As you pull the covers up over him, his hand reaches out, fingers brushing against your jaw. There's a hint of urgency in his touch, a silent invitation that you're more than willing to accept. He pulls you down, his lips meeting yours in a sweet and tender kiss. His breath is still a little ragged against your lips, a testament to the lingering effects of your shared pleasure. But despite the breathlessness, there's a sense of contentment that radiates from him, a feeling that's mirrored in you.

"Thank you, Captain." You whisper against his lips as his fingers thread through your hair.

"Shut up, Augie." He chuckles airily.

With a final caress, you pull the covers up a little higher and he settles back, his eyes heavy as you wrap your arms around him. You don't dare look at the state of the sheets, that's a problem for tomorrow. For now, you bury your face in the crook of his neck and press a kiss there, hearing the way he whimpers at the touch. You nuzzle into the side of his neck, trilling softly as your instincts get the better of you... Your mate, your Captain; Quinn McKenna.

[forbodium]

another batch of ocs :)

ah geez it’s been so long. i just want to get them out into the world so i don’t die without ever drawing or writing about them (not that i’m planning to)

it’s professor layton time again! i posted the main characters of my story idea and then the “roccaforte” group; now i want to share my targent-related guys. and one more bonus one who doesn’t fit in a group! 

dillon (codename swan) was another undercover agent in london who worked closely with agent gull. they were good friends and when gull went missing dillon was pretty sure she was dead; he realized he didn’t want to die for this job and also went awol

harrier, basically crane’s work daughter since ania ran away. the type of villain who became desperate for power so they’d never be a victim again, parallel to crane

ivan is ania’s dad! he’s dead and crane refuses to talk about him

have a height chart in which hershel’s height has been adjusted for real human proportions. in the pl art style everyone else would be shorter

last one, from a different story idea:

this is elowyn, my love interest for flora. a farm girl who discovers flora locked in the barn in dropstone and helps her try to catch up with luke and layton. she’s just a kind-hearted young lady who loves taking care of animals and all kinds of handicrafts. hand-made puzzles are her favorite kind :)

thank you for reading once again <3

[oddsconvert]

😭 WAAAAA 😭

My heart is literally withering inside my chest. I'm empty. That poor poor angel, even when he's allowed to speak nothing he says matters! Muzzle only comes off for Ivan's sick wants 😤

Poor poor Jackie - Joe and Momma bear need to find him STAT!!!! He's so absolutely distraught and broken but 'performing' for Ivan because it's what he's used to.

*If he ever stops using that hoodie/finding comfort in it I'm actually just gonna go missing. I'm running away from life*

behavior modification, part nineteen

<- previous, masterlist here

content warnings for: EXPLICIT ORAL NONCON, references to past noncon & implied CSA, forced nudity, restraints, muzzles, electrocution, emotional manipulation, references to sensory deprivation, dehydration, minor blood, and adult language

part nineteen, case notes

After extended sensory deprivation, the subject demonstrated characteristic anxiety and fatigue, exacerbated by moderate dehydration and disruption of his circadian rhythm. No cognitive tests were administered, but the subject showed acute sensitivity to all sensory stimuli immediately following reintroduction. Results suggest possible use of deprivation to encourage increased responsiveness in Romantic protocols. 

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When Ivan returns an hour later, sweet little Jack is keening beneath his muzzle, the beads still thrumming relentlessly inside of him. His naked body is drenched in sweat, and every leather-wrapped muscle is taut against the sheets. It’s extreme, Ivan thinks, to go from complete sensory deprivation to this kind of overstimulation; he wonders what Jackie will be willing to do to make it stop, how good he will promise to be–if he can even speak. But it isn’t necessary that he speak at all. His pretty pink mouth has plenty of other uses, and it’s time it gets some practice. 

Ivan punches the remote in his pocket, and the beads rev down. Jack’s chest still beats in frantic pants, but his body deflates against the sweat-stained sheets. His red cheeks are streaked with fresh tears; his fluids are up, then. Ivan brushes one away with his thumb, and Jack flinches, eyes darting beneath his blindfold. 

“There now, Jackie,” Ivan says, “you should be a bit perkier now, shouldn’t you?” 

Jack whines low in his throat. His head bobs back and forth, like he’s looking for something–only he doesn’t have eyes to see. Not just yet. 

“Didn’t you like that, baby?” 

Jack shakes his head, the leash rattling against the headboard behind him. Ivan can hear the way his throat flutters, searching for unobstructed breath. It’s beautiful. 

Ivan chuckles. “No, I suppose you wouldn’t. But it’s necessary. If you’re going to embarrass yourself with displays like the one you made when I brought you up here, you should know that I’m only going to humiliate you further. You have to learn. Joe deserves a good boy, doesn’t he? Especially since he’s taken on damaged goods.” 

Jack is silent, but a new tear slips from beneath the black silk over his eyes. His body still trembles. 

Good, then. Let Jack think that his Joe is behind this. Perhaps it will give him the motivation he needs to really commit to his training.  

And surely, when it’s all done, when sweet Jackie is a product and no longer a person, Joe will be broken too. 

Ivan smiles. 

“You should know better, shouldn’t you?” he purrs, leaning close to Jack’s ear. “You should know better than to fight. It’s never gotten you anywhere, has it?”

Jack doesn’t move, but Ivan can see his eyes squeeze beneath the blindfold. He drops a kiss to Jack’s forehead and then busies himself with removing the IV line.  

“I promised I’d never use your pleasure as punishment, didn’t I?” Ivan says, pressing his thumb to stop the blood welling from Jack’s forearm. 

The boy whimpers, but he doesn’t stir. He can’t, really. Not with the cuffs and chains still keeping him tethered to himself. Ivan secures Jack’s wrist back to the belt at his hip. 

“And that wasn’t meant to make you feel good. It will be a while before I can grant you that luxury. You’ve done nothing to deserve it, have you?” 

He lets his hand rest against the metal fixture that traps Jack’s cock and presses down hard. A groan shreds in Jack’s throat, his muscles cording beneath his collar. 

“But I told you: you’re going to perform for me, Jackie. Do it well, and I won’t hurt you again today. And then, we’ll put you back in that bag and see if you can’t behave better the next time I let you out.” 

Jack tries to buck away from Ivan’s touch, but bound up as he is, he only succeeds in wriggling like an oversized worm. Ivan laughs and unwinds the leash from the headboard before the boy can strangle himself. He lifts Jack’s head to unbuckle the muzzle; sweet Jackie will need his mouth for what comes next. 

“P-p-please!” Jack bleats as soon as the leather falls away. His lips are bloody, white slivers of dead skin flaking off of them. 

Ivan throws him on the floor and jams his hand into his pocket for the remote to the boy’s collar. Jack’s bound body arches against the bedroom carpet, and if he screams, no one can hear. 

“Oh, Jackie, my sweet boy. I told you, no fighting.” 

Ivan wrenches Jack to his knees by the hair, and the boy’s cry is dry and husky. Ivan is sure that those pretty blue eyes are blinking back tears behind their blindfold. He’s beautiful this way, even if he is disobedient. 

No matter. Ivan is confident he can make him obey. 

“Please,” Jack rasps, his face turning blindly to find Ivan in the dark. His bottom lip trembles, and he rocks back and forth over his leatherbound knees. “Please, I can’t–you don’t know–I can’t–I can’t–I can’t–” 

“I do know,” Ivan says gently. “I know what Bill Chester did to you–” 

“--no, no, please–” 

“--how good you were for him. I know how good you were for all of the men who came after. But you know who you haven’t been good for, Jackie?” 

Jack’s head hangs. “No.” The word stretches long, like an animal’s lowing. 

Ivan kneels in front of him, steadying Jack’s head with both his hands. “You can do this, Jackie. You’ve done it before.” 

“Joe–Joe, he wouldn’t–” 

“Maybe he wouldn’t,” Ivan says thoughtfully, “but you should have made him see. He’s better than you are, Jackie. He deserves more. Don’t you think so?” 

“Yes,” Jack whispers.

Ivan’s knuckles graze Jack’s cheek. “Do you love him?” 

Jack’s head bobs between Ivan’s hands. “Yes.” 

“Don’t you want him to love you? Don’t you want to be worthy of him?” 

Sweet little Jack actually flinches. Ivan’s hands drop and take hold of his bare shoulders. 

“I know, Jackie. I know that it’s hard. But this is what you were meant for. You know it, don’t you? Joe was only too kind to ask. That’s why I have to help him.” 

For a moment, Jack’s head sinks backward, like he’s about to protest. And then he slumps over his knees, limp as a ragdoll. 

He knows what he is now. And he wants to be good for his Joe. It’s the only thing he can be.

“It’s alright, Jackie,” Ivan murmurs. He kisses the boy’s eyes over the blindfold, and Jack shudders. “It’s alright, sweet boy. It’ll be easier now, won’t it? Now that you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what, baby?” 

“Sir,” Jack whispers, and his chest beats with a ragged sob. “Yes, sir.” 

“Good boy, Jackie.” 

Ivan stands, letting his fingertips slip across Jack’s shoulders as he goes. It’s criminal, how soft the boy’s skin is. He takes Jack’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, pressing into the hollows of Jack’s cheeks and forcing his mouth open. He stuffs his thumb into Jack’s mouth and drags it across his tongue. 

“Close your lips, baby,” Ivan says. “And suck.”

Jack complies, even as his body tenses and jerks with sobs he won’t let go. His mouth is dry–too dry for Ivan’s purpose. The boy needs water. Ivan pulls away. He runs his thumb over Jack’s bloody lips. They feel like sandpaper. 

“Are you thirsty, Jackie?” 

Jack nods, his head so loose on his shoulders that it seems to bobble. 

“Then, here’s what we’ll do. I’ll get you some water, and then, you’ll show me how good you can be. Can you do that?” 

“Yes. Please–sir. Sir.” 

Ivan scratches behind Jack’s ear, and he can feel where the muzzle’s strap has started to wear a groove into the bone. 

“I’m sure your Joe would love to hear you say that, wouldn’t he?” 

Ivan leaves him for a moment to get the water, and when he returns, darling Jack–still blind, still bound–laps the water from the glass at his lips like a helpless kitten. It takes longer than Ivan would like, but when Jack finishes, Ivan sets the glass aside and turns Jack’s head forward. 

“I’ll give you another when we’re done, huh?” 

Jack doesn’t answer. His body thrums like a live wire twitching on pavement. There’s no way for the boy to anchor himself, and no way for him to escape. Ivan taps his lips with the tip of his index finger. 

“Open up, sweet boy,” he whispers. 

And Jack does. Tears seep from beneath his blindfold, but he opens his pretty pink mouth and lets his tongue drop over his bottom lip, ever so slightly. His top lip starts to curl over his teeth. 

Perhaps he hasn’t done this with Joe, but he certainly knows what he’s doing. He’s been well taught. 

Ivan opens his fly and wraps his hand around his own length, guiding himself toward Jackie’s open mouth. He rests his tip on Jack’s waiting tongue and then thrusts in without urgency, forcing Jack to fight his own resistance, to take him down slowly. There is a muffled cry that shakes against Ivan’s shaft, and he arches his back, pushing harder, further. Jack doesn’t fight him, but Ivan can feel the way the boy’s body still shakes.

 “Show Joe how good you can be,” Ivan says, letting the words drip like honey. He tangles his fingers in Jack’s dark hair, yanking him back and then pushing him down again. Jack groans, but he can’t retreat. “Move, Jackie. Show me.”

There is a moment of hesitation, and Ivan feels Jack’s tongue–still not as wet as it could be, but soft, like so much silk–twitch beneath his length. 

And then, he moves. Even without his hands, Jack bobs forward in one practiced motion, smooth and habitual. Ivan keeps his hands in the boy’s hair to guide him when he can’t balance, but Jack, it seems, doesn’t need his tutelage. His tongue circles Ivan’s head when he pulls back, presses down to the floor of his pert little mouth when he moves forward. He moves with a cringing confidence; he knows what he’s doing, but Ivan can tell that he wishes he didn’t. He forces bursts of hot air from his nostrils, and his tears do not stop, but neither does he stop moving. 

When Ivan reaches between them to tilt Jack’s chin, Jack stretches his lips and lets Ivan slip into his throat without a fight. Ivan’s fingers stroke over the bulge of Jack’s Adam’s apple, over the fullness beneath Jack’s collar, and he smiles. 

Joe’s been wasting his sweet little Jackie all this time. Ivan will not make the same mistake. 

–

Alternating deprivation with overstimulation proved successful in terms of making the subject more compliant with specific directives, particularly those related to his designation as a Romantic. The subject was also more vulnerable to direct emotional manipulation, which suggests that allowing trainees to retain their memories may be useful overall. Using suggestion and directed misinformation, memories may be reframed in order to harness specific vulnerabilities and modify motivational scripts. 

Subject’s ability level under duress also suggests the efficacy of seeking out trainees with designation-specific experience. 

–

Jack wakes in his crate. Ivan told him he earned a little respite before he goes back inside the leather bag, because he did such a good job. He was such a sweet boy. Joe would be proud of him. Satisfied. That’s what Ivan said.

Ivan took off the blindfold, and he didn’t replace the muzzle. He removed the beads and slipped Jack back into a pair of soft boxer briefs. He’d spooned yogurt into Jack’s mouth, given him water. He’d even chained Jack’s arms to either side of the crate, low, so his shoulders wouldn’t hurt, and let his head rest against Joe’s balled-up hoodie. 

Jack knows he should be grateful, that the lingering punch of rotten salt left on his tongue would be worse beneath the muzzle’s metal bit, but all he feels is empty. 

“You did so well, Jackie,” Ivan said when he locked the crate door. “I don’t know why you would keep that from Joe. You’re made for this, aren’t you?” 

He is. He remembers now. The ache in his throat is enough of a reminder. 

He remembers all of the men that came before, the way they would grab his hair and fuck into him like they couldn’t get enough. He remembers the guards at juvenile detention, how he was the take in every Friday night poker game, all of them vying for a taste–just a taste, they said, but it was never true. He remembers Bill, and the gentle fingertips that would brush away his tears, even while his mouth was still full. 

They told him he was sweet. Good. So good. 

Jack’s head shifts against the fabric of Joe’s hoodie, and he catches the barest breath of Joe’s smell. It isn’t comforting now. It’s sharp, and it cannot overpower the sweat and sex that cling to Jack’s skin. 

He’d tried to do it for Joe, when they first started seeing one another. He remembers the way Joe’s back arched when Jack took him down, how he’d called out Jack’s name, how Jack had known just what to do to make him feel good. But he’d fucked up. He got confused, the way he sometimes did, and he forgot it was Joe. He’d pulled back, and he hadn’t even realized he was crying until Joe was on the floor with him, catching Jack’s tear-streaked face between his hands. 

Joe swore he would never ask him to do it again. He said he would never ask Jack to do anything that reminded him of what came before. 

Jack shouldn’t have let him make those promises. 

Of course, Joe would get frustrated. Of course, Joe would want more. Jack has given so much more to so many other people. Doesn’t Joe deserve the same? 

He does. He does. And Jack doesn’t deserve to refuse him. Jack knows that. He’s always known it–he’s just been too afraid to believe it. 

It was nice to pretend, for a while. He can’t pretend anymore. 

He lets his cheek rest against the hoodie, and he tries to ignore the tears that pool in his eyes. It’s silly to cry now. He is safe. He can rest. He did a good job. He’s a good boy. 

But he doesn’t feel like one. 

“I’m sorry, Joey,” he murmurs into the dark. A sob catches in his chest, and his shoulders jolt against the floor. “I promise I’ll do better.” 

–

The subject showed a willingness to improve designation-specific practices after primary positive reinforcement. Results suggest a cycle of deprivation, overstimulation, compulsory performance, and reward may cultivate behavioral patterns in line with company expectations without any psychoactive chemical intervention. Will escalate sexual expectations after next cycle. 

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[winterkoya]

forever winter i

aleksander morozova x wife!oc , aleksander morozova x original female character , aleksander morozova family au summary: in which Arken Visser (the Conductor) was not only requested by General Zlatan to kill Alina, but to kidnap the princess as well. 

warnings: kidnapping, angst, fluff

part one , part two , part four , part five

masterlist

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Aleksander tried to enter his children’s room, but found the door to be locked. That was weird, he thought, their room was never locked.  

“Who’s this?” A tiny voice asked from behind the wood. Kira’s. 

“It’s me… Papa.” He answered, confused. Why wasn’t Irina answering the door herself? 

He heard the lock turn, and was surprised to see that everything looked… normal. Anya and Eric were building a ship with some blocks, and Kira was the one who answered the door to him, already wearing her nightgown. Yet Irina was nowhere to be seen.  

“Children, where is your mother?”

After noticing his wife hadn't returned to the party in quite some time, Aleksander decided to go look for her himself. As frivolous as he thought these balls were, he understood what an important presence Irina was on them. (And he wouldn’t admit so, but the jokes weren’t as funny and the conversations were duller and the mood wasn’t as happy if she wasn’t there.)  She was the tsarévna, after all. So he went up to look for her at the kids’ room, but she wasn’t there. He immediately noticed something was out of place. It wasn’t like Irina to disappear like that, especially from a party. She was supposed to sneak out of the ball to kiss the kids goodnight and then come back. Where was she?

He tried to ignore the heavy feeling on his chest, because why, why was he so worried? He surely had more important business to attend than to see where his wife had run off to? Like Alina, Alina who was waiting for him to escort her to dinner. Or the infuriating tracker he had just dealt with, who refused to let him know where the stag was unless he was allowed to see Alina. And yet, he knew he wouldn’t be at peace until he saw his wife, safe and sound.

“She’s with a friend.” Anya responded, shrugging her shoulders, as she helped her brother put the blocks in place.

“Which friend?” He sighed, feeling his chest a little lighter. It was the Winter Fete, after all. People came from everywhere. It wouldn’t be weird for Irina to run into an old friend, and decide to catch up with them. She was such a social butterfly, Aleksander had a hard time himself keeping up with all of the people she talked to. 

“I don’t know,” Anya spoke again, “but she said she’ll go with him on a journey and we should keep on playing until you come here.” 

“A journey?” Aleksander couldn’t be more bewildered if he tried. But again, Irina liked to call everything a journey. Whenever she went to take care of her garden, she would tell the kids she was going on a journey to discover a magical hidden house between the flowers where small people lived. Whenever obligations forced them to travel to other castles, Irina liked to tell the kids they were going on a trip to investigate a haunted palace. She liked to make everything magical. (Aleksander always found it amazing how, even though she was no grisha, Irina has always been the most magical person he had ever met.)

“Well, did she say anything else?” He asked, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together. 

“She kissed us all and said that she loved us very, very much.” Great, another dead lead. Irina was always telling her kids how much she loved them. The fact that she had done so that night meant nothing out of the ordinary.  

Still, Aleksander felt something was off. He left the room, already starting to look for Ivan to have the guards quietly search the castle and find her, when he heard small footsteps approaching towards him. He turned around to see his eldest daughter standing behind him in the middle of the corridor, while anxiously glancing around her. 

“What’s wrong, Kira?” He asked, worriedly. The girl was looking at him with fear, and because he knew his daughter so much, he noticed she was about to cry. He rapidly approached her, and grabbed the girl’s hand.

“I don’t think it was a friend, Papa.” She whimpered. 

Aleksander crouched down, so he could be at the same height as her. He caressed her face with his hand, gently removing a tear from her cheek. 

“Why do you say that?” He asked, feeling his heart beating so fast Aleksander was positive it would fly out of his chest at any moment. 

“Papa, he had a… weapon.” 

• • •

Unlike everyone else in the room, Irina wasn’t looking at Alina perform her light show. She was looking at her husband, and the way he was staring at the holy girl. He had never looked at her that way. 

After having a small disagreement concerning his feelings for Alina, Aleksander had gone out of his way to make sure Irina knew he didn’t have any sort of romantic feelings for the girl whatsoever. 

And Irina believed him, of course. Her husband could be many things, but he wasn’t a liar, at least not to her. Still, she felt her heart shatter because, romantic or not, her husband had never felt such strong feelings for her, as the ones he felt for Alina. He had finally found his equal. The person with whom he’d go through immortality, hand by hand. The key to all of the plans he had been meticulously planning for years, if not centuries. Irina knew she fell short of living up to that. She couldn’t promise any of those things to Aleksander. Everything she had to offer, she had already given to him. 

“Sankta Alina.” She bowed her head down, just as everyone else, when the girl finished, and then walked towards her husband. 

“I’ll go kiss the kids goodnight.” She told him. But he wasn’t paying attention to her. He was looking at Alina. “Aleksander!” She insisted. 

“I’m sorry, what?” He merely glanced towards her, and she could tell he was trying to avoid looking at her. Was he perhaps feeling sorry? Irina couldn’t figure it out.

Of course Aleksander wouldn’t tell her so, but the ball had felt like a test on him. Throughout the whole night he had been struggling not to keep on openly (and rather indecorously) staring at his wife. Irina was wearing a heavenly gown, of light blue fabric, full of gilded and rose gold embroidery in the pattern of small, delicate flowers. The dress was tight on her waist, and fell elegantly to her feet. The long sleeves embraced her slender arms up to her elbows, and the daintiest v cut hugged her breasts. Her strawberry blonde hair fell loose on her back, and her lips had a faint trace of cherry red on them. If anyone in the room was deserving of being called a Saint, he thought, it was his wife. 

As an immortal being, he had been with hundreds of women throughout his life, and yet none of them had managed to so consistently make him feel butterflies in his stomach every time he looked at them, like Irina did. If he could choose one sight to keep on staring at for the rest of eternity, it would be her.

“I’ll go see if the kids are alright, and I’ll put them to bed.” Irina told him, but he was dreamily staring at her, barely listening to a word she was saying, intoxicated by her beauty. “Are you even listening to me?” Irina snapped him out of his thoughts. 

“I apologise.” Aleksander shook his head, chuckling. “But you do look very beautiful tonight, Irina.”

“Oh, stop.” She said, blushing rather reluctantly. “You look very handsome yourself, you know.” She giggled. And he did. He was merely wearing his black kefta, almost his everyday outfit, but still managed to make her heart flutter. Irina felt as if he would never stop taking her breath away everytime she looked at him. So entranced they were, looking at each other that both failed to spot a man who was suspiciously glaring at the two. “I said I would go check up on the kids.” 

“Oh, alright.” He stared at her. “I would gladly go with you, you know how I hate these parties, but I have to–

“Stay here to take care of Alina, I know.” She sighed. “It’s okay, I understand.”

“Thank you.” He said. “For understanding.”

“Of course.” She smiled, although her words had sounded a bit more dry than she had intended. “I’ll just be a second, I’ll come back quickly. If someone asks, I’m making rounds.” 

And so she left towards her children’s bedroom, where she was very happy to find them playing. The two girls were wildly jumping on the bed, while little Eric was halfway across the room, not daring to move a foot. 

“No! Eric, don’t cross over there! That’s lava!” Anya shouted. 

“Here, Eric.” Kira threw a pillow from the bed she and her sister were standing on, towards the feet of her little brother. “That’s made of magic, it won’t burn. You can use it as a boat!” 

“What are you doing, my little troublemakers?” Irina interrupted them. 

“Mama!” Eric giggled.

“Mama, be careful!” Anya screamed. 

“The floor is lava today!”

“Is it safe to walk through here?” Irina asked, pretending to be anxiously looking around her. 

“Mmmh… a little to the right.” Irina moved one step to her side. “Mmmh… one more… and another… now jump two steps ahead.” Irina was trying to act her best and follow her kids’ game. “There you are, it should be safe to walk. But in a very straight line.” Kira warned her. 

“Oh dear.” Irina smiled, as she was pretending to walk on a tightrope. “What happens if I fall?” 

“You’ll be swimming with sharks!” Anya giggled. 

“We can’t have that, can we?” With a small huff, she landed right beside the bed. “Now can I hug you, or are you three little demons made of lava as well?” 

“We’ll hug you Mama!” They laughed, as the three of them jumped on her. Irina hugged them all back, and then she laid them on the bed again. 

“Did you have fun today?” She hadn’t had time to properly spend time with the kids that day, since she had been so busy planning the ball. 

“Tons!” Anya yelled. “We went outside, we picked flowers, then Lilia helped us make a house for all the insects we found, and then I played with Ivan…

“You bothered Ivan.” Kira corrected her. 

Anya glared at her. 

“... and then Alina played hide and seek with us!”

“Mama, she is so nice!” Kira giggled. 

“She is very nice, isn’t she?” Irina said, with a genuine smile on her face. “And you, my sweet, little Eric?” She asked, tickling the boy. “What wonders did you find in the garden today?” 

“A big ladybug!”

“Is that true?” Irina asked, with a surprised expression on her face. 

“Mama, it was big like a house!” Anya snickered. 

“Like a house?” Irina asked, in a way that was almost theatrical. 

“Yes! And Eric held it in his hands!” 

“You did that?” Irina kissed him on the cheek. “You are such a brave boy! You know what they say about ladybugs?”

“What, Mama?” 

“That whoever sees them, will have a lifetime of fortune.” She chuckled. “And what did you do with the ladybug afterwards?”

“We left him where we found him, so he could go back with his family.” Kira explained. 

“Very good.” Irina said, as she got up from the bed. “Now you can keep on playing a while longer, but twenty minutes from now nanny Lilia is going to come to tuck you all into bed, and you must obey her, is that understood?” 

“Yes, Mama.” 

“Great, now let me give you one last kiss before I return to the part– ” Irina was suddenly interrupted, by a man gently opening the door. It was a guard, or at least he was dressed like one. Irina had never seen him before, which she found weird because she always made sure to know everyone working at the palace. 

“Excuse me, Lady Kirigan?” 

“Yes, this is her.” Irina responded, looking cautiously at him. She strategically positioned herself in front of the three kids, just in case.  

“I am to take you back to the ball, by the General’s request.” 

“By the General’s request?” Irina asked, confused. Aleksander never sent guards into the kids bedroom. Only his most trusted grisha were allowed to enter. “But I told him I’d be back when–

And then she spotted it. The man, slowly grabbing something inside his coat. A gun. He was no guard. No one was allowed guns into the palace, because of Irina’s order. She hated guns and she wouldn’t allow them near herself, and especially her children. She knew that, whatever the man wanted, she had to comply with him. At least until they were out of the room, away from the kids. 

“It’s alright, I’ll come, no need to get… wild.” She hurried to say, before the stranger had the chance to pull the weapon out. “Not in front of them, please.” She muttered. 

“Right this way, then.” He insisted, gesturing harshly towards the door. 

“I– I promise I’ll go. Just let me say goodbye to them.” The man just stared at her for a couple of seconds, as if he were weighing his options, and then nodded. 

Irina turned around to face her kids, feeling a lump on her throat. She could tell they were scared, and so she tried her best to make it seem as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. 

“Who’s that, Mama?” Anya asked. 

“Oh, it’s an old friend of mine.” Irina answered, casually. “As a matter of fact, I completely forgot I’d promised I’d go with him on a journey.” 

“For how long?” Kira asked, confused. 

“Not long, sweet pea.” She answered, caressing her cheek. “You should keep on playing, your Papa will probably be here soon. Now listen to me,” she added, serious, “after I leave, I want you to lock the door and don’t open it to anyone unless it’s Papa, your Granny or Ivan, is that understood?”

“But why, Mama?” 

“Oh, well…” Irina stuttered “... because I say so, okay?” 

“Okay, mama.” Anya and Eric giggled. She then grabbed them all and hugged them so strongly they started to complain. 

“Mama!” Anya laughed. “You’re squeezing us!” 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She said. “It’s just.. I just love you so, so much.” 

“We love you too, Mama.” 

Irina blew a kiss to each of them, and then left, forced by the stranger. He had grabbed her by her arm, and, even though she couldn’t see it, she could feel the gun’s muzzle on her ribs. 

“What do you want?” She hissed at him. Irina looked around, hoping someone would cross their path, but the man had clearly done his homework about the palace: he knew every single corridor, and the ones that would most certainly be deserted the night of a ball. 

“Shh.” He whispered, poking her even harder with the gun. “No one has to get hurt, just stay quiet, do as you’re told.”

“If you ever threaten my children again, I wi–

Irina couldn’t finish her sentence before the man grabbed her by her hair and slammed her body against the wall. 

“What, what will you do?” The man asked smugly, pressing the gun to her chest. Irina remained quiet, already more scared than what she was a second ago. 

They stepped outside of the back entrance of the palace, where a carriage was waiting. She noticed a man she had never seen before, young, carefree looking, leaning against a tree, but he looked at them and said nothing. He forced her into the vehicle, and chained her hands to the ceiling. 

“My husband will kill you for this.” She muttered at him.

“Oh, naive girl.” The man snickered. “By the time your husband notices you’re gone, we will already be halfway to the Fold.” He covered her mouth with a piece of fabric, tightly tied behind her head. 

‘The Fold?’ Irina asked herself. What could they possibly want of her in the Fold?

“Now stay here, quietly. Any weird business and remember, I know where your children’s room is. And my associates know as well. Any move you make that draws any kind of attention towards here, and their lives are the ones at stake.” The man softly closed the door, and left. 

Irina knew she was in a dead end. A man who was sick enough to threaten children, was also sick enough to stick to his words. Even if she wanted to scream, no one would listen to her with the loudness inside the castle. And she couldn’t even try to escape, because the man had tied her hands so hard her wrists were all scrapped. Oh, how she wished to be a inferni at that time. How she wished she hadn’t left her husband’s side. 

She had no idea what the man wanted, but she figured that if they were taking her to the Fold, it had something to do with the West’s pursuit for freedom and General Zlatan. She was the perfect hostage. The daughter’s King and the General’s wife. 

It wasn’t until minutes later that she heard someone coming out of the castle. She started moving, so they would hopefully hear her and help her, but then she noticed movement on the rear end of the carriage, and then silence. Whoever had come out of the castle, had shoved themselves into the truck at the back. 

Seconds later, she heard people (three different voices, she counted) jumping into the front seat of the carriage. 

“Just ask.” One of them was saying, a man. 

“Fine.” Another one answered. “Do we have a fix on where the target is?” 

The other man didn’t answer his question, and instead he said: “What about Visser?” 

‘Visser?’ She thought. Was that the man who had taken her? Irina’s mind started to dance around the name, swearing she had heard her husband mention it at one point in one of his meetings. 

“He’s either dead, or taken by now.” The second voice answered. “But don’t worry, we’ll deliver his target to Zlatan, and take the rewards for ourselves.” 

And so, the carriage started leaving, with Irina on it. 

• • •

Aleksander felt rage like he had never felt before. He could cut every single person in the palace, and would still have anger to spare. They had taken his wife. His Irina. First, he was going to find her. And then, he was going to make sure whoever did it payed for it. With their lives. At that moment, no punishment seemed cruel enough for his wife’s captors.  

Aleksander grabbed Eric in his arms, held Anya by her hand and made sure Kira was tightly holding on his kefta before he went to look for Ivan. His wife had disappeared (“Taken. She’s been taken.” He reminded himself. “Under your watch.”) and he wasn’t willing to let the same happen to his kids. They weren’t leaving his or Ivan’s sight. 

“Ivan. Ivan!” He started calling, as soon as he saw the man running towards the opposite corridor. The man turned around, and Aleksander saw it. Concern and worry in his eyes. Either he had realised what had happened to Irina, or even more bad news were in order. 

“Sir, I’ve been looking for you.” Ivan commented once he reached his side. He glanced towards the children, and then whispered in the man’s ear: “Marie and Genya were attacked in the fitting room. Alina was the target. We have a suspect in custody.”

Aleksander felt his heart drop. What if Irina had been attacked too? What if she had been hurt? What if she was dying at that precise moment and he had no idea? What if he was too late? What if he–

“Sir, what is it?” 

“It’s Irina.” He muttered, looking down at his children. Little Eric, who was deep asleep against his shoulder, and his two girls, confused as to why they weren’t in their rooms and why their mother wasn’t with them. Irina had tried to protect them, to avoid them getting worried. She had been so brave trying to pretend everything was fine just so the kids wouldn’t get scared. So they would remain ignorant until Aleksander could bring her back. He owed her that, to keep on protecting their kids’ blissful ignorance. “She has gone on a trip.” He said, emphasising that last word so hopefully Ivan realised what it really meant. “With a friend of hers. I suspect the same one that Marie and Genya ran into.” 

“We’ll find her.” Ivan nodded. “I have guards searching the entire palace as of now. No one person or carriage is leaving without us knowing.” 

“Good.” Aleksander said, as he glanced at his children again. “Have Alina come to the war room, make sure no one else gets close to her, especially the tracker boy. I’ll be right back.” 

“Sir, Alina is not here.” Ivan said, cautiously, fearing the anger of the General. “As soon as we found out about Marie and Genya we looked for her, but she’s nowhere to be found.” 

Aleksander pursed his lips. 

“Bring me the tracker, then.” He hissed. “The one that came here tonight, with information about the stag.” 

He turned around and started walking with the kids towards the patio. He couldn’t take them with him, it was too dangerous. As much as hated it, he had to leave them with the only person with enough power to protect them as much as he could. 

“Papa, where are we going?” Kira asked. 

“Your Grandmama is going to be with you, for a while.” He explained.

“Until Mama comes back?”

“Yes. Until your Mama is back.” 

“Papa, I’m tired.” Little Anya complained, as she yawned in exhaustion. 

“Come here.” He said, taking the girl in his arms as well. 

He had barely crossed the main garden, when he saw Baghra standing next to the fountain, almost as if she had been expecting him. 

“He’s not here.” She said. 

“Who?” He asked, confused. Of course his mother saw him there, with the children, and still somehow managed to make it about herself. 

“The tracker. Yes, I know about him. And your little mission.” 

Aleksander felt his blood boil. He was surprised to find out it wasn’t because he had lost the only clue he had of the stag, but because his mother meddling into his businesses meant yet another distraction from finding Irina. 

“What have you done with– nevermind.” He collected himself, for the sake of his children. “I’m not here because of that, I’m here because I need to ask you for… a favour.” 

“And what favour is that?” 

“Take care of them.” He said, gesturing at the kids. He knew Baghra wouldn’t refuse, for the kids were her one and only weakness in the world. 

“I will.” She said. “But why?” 

“Irina has been tak… she’s gone.” He said. “And you’re the only person she would want taking care of them in case neither of us can.” And just like that Baghra understood. She had always liked Irina. The girl was sweet, and respected her, more than her own son had ever done. With a nod, she started to follow Aleksander to the children’s room, where he made sure to tuck Anya, Eric and Kira into their beds. 

“Papa, will you find Mama?” Kira, the only one who was awake, asked. 

He walked towards her bed, and knelt down next to her. 

“Of course I will, malyshka.” He smiled at her. 

“But what if she has gone far, far away?” She asked, concerned. 

“Then I will travel far, far away too. I’ll fight dragons and monsters if I have to.” 

“Will you save her like the heroes from my books?” The girl giggled. 

“Just like that, I promise.” He chuckled, as he left a kiss on the girl's temple. “Now go to sleep, Kira. Think about dragons and wizards and fairies, so you can dream about big adventures, alright?” 

“Alright, Papa.” Kira answered, closing her eyes. 

Aleksander left one last kiss on her forehead, before he left the room to meet Baghra outside. 

“I don’t know when I'll be back.” He said. “It’s clear Irina has been taken somewhere out of the castle, so we’ll follow any lead we can get. Don’t let anyone else but Lilia enter the room, is that clear?” 

“Yes, Aleksander, now go.” Baghra hurried him. “And please, find her.” 

“I will.”

• • •

Irina woke up after a bump on the road made her hit her head against the window. Light was peeking from behind the curtains, so she figured it was morning already. It was quite noisy outside, which meant they had arrived at some city. Ryevost, most probably, since they were taking her to the Fold. 

She couldn’t feel her arms, and her wrists had started to bleed out of the friction from the rope against her skin. She felt all of her ribs sore, just where the man had hit her with the gun. Her whole body was hurting. 

She felt the carriage stop, she heard the three people getting out of it, and for a second, nothing more. But then, a thump indicated to her that the truck at the back had been opened, and whoever was on it had managed to get away. 

“We don’t want any trouble.” A man, the same one that jumped on the carriage, said. 

“Neither do I,” a voice Irina swore she could recognise answered, “so I’ll just be on my way.”

‘Alina?’ Irina thought. They had captured her as well. She felt the tightness on her chest go away a little; if Alina was missing as well, then Aleksander would most definitely try to find her as quickly as possible. 

“Clearly, you want out of East Ravka.” The man insisted. “But we can help you. We have a secure route through the Fold.” 

“I prefer to travel alone.” 

“Don’t be rash. You stick with us, everyone gets what they want.” 

“I’m not being anyone’s captive ever again.” Irina heard Alina hiss. “So step aside, and let me pass.”

“I’m afraid we can’t let that happen.” 

Irina heard a bang, which could only mean that Alina was using her powers, and realised that was her only shot at escaping. Alina. 

She started to move as much as she could, but the restraints on her arms didn’t let her escape and the fabric on her mouth barely let her breathe. She heard Alina run away, and Irina sank into her seat. Her one opportunity at getting away was gone, she couldn’t possibly fight against so many people. During the first year of marriage, Irina had asked Aleksander to teach her how to fight, and she quickly learnt she was quite good at it, but she couldn’t possibly hope to manage three people. She was only human, after all. 

“Why did you let her get away?” One of the men asked, angrily. “You were hired to do a job.”

“Yes, the job was to pick up a fake for an easy million kruge.” A woman’s voice answered. “We found a living Saint who can summon the sun. And anyway, we have the other target as well. We deliver her to Zlatan and get the money.”

“That’s right.” The first man answered. “By the way, shouldn’t we check up on her?” 

“Open the door.” 

Irina saw the small carriage door open, and then she was dazzled by the beams of sunshine. Once her eyes got used to the light, she saw the face of her kidnappers. Or second kidnappers, she thought.  

First she saw the man she had already spotted the night before, the one leaning against the tree. He had the same carefree look, but he was now wearing a hat as well; most importantly, she noticed the gun attached to his body.  The other man was slightly taller, had blonde hair and was dressed neatly and used a cane. Finally, she saw a woman. A beautiful girl, who wore knives around her body as if they were an extension of her. 

“She’ll definitely need a change of clothes.” The man with the hat said. “She’ll draw too much attention with that dress.” 

“Go find proper attire, then.” The man with the cane demanded. The door was slammed again, and Irina was left in the dark once more. She felt shocked, she felt as if her mind was full of some dense material, her thoughts had trouble finding each other. ‘A list, make a list’, she said to herself. So far, a man, named Visser, had taken her in the castle, but now there were other three people she didn’t know the names of holding her hostage. They had arrived at Ryevost and she was being taken to Zlatan. And of course, her one and only chance at escaping was gone, and she started to feel panic rising on her chest. 

Half an hour later, the door to the carriage opened again. 

“Here you go.” The boy left a skirt, a blouse and some shoes at her feet. “I’ll untie you and let you change in private but don’t try to do any funny business or else…” He tapped at his gun. 

Irina nodded, eager to feel her arms again. As promised, the man cut the rope out of her wrists and left her alone in the carriage. Her arms fell with a loud thud onto her seat, she couldn’t do as much as lifting a finger. After what felt like an eternity, she felt the blood rushing through her arms once again, and so she took the fabric away from her mouth. She couldn’t scream, the man had made himself quite clear. 

She inhaled a deep breath and looked at the clothes in front of her. For a second she considered not moving, and just refusing to get out of the carriage, but she knew it wouldn’t take her anywhere. They couldn’t kill her, that much was obvious– for her to be of any use to Zlatan she had to be alive, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t hurt her. 

She fought the tears that were threatening to come out of her eyes, and grabbed the outfit she was given and changed into it. Surprisingly, it fitted quite well. She knocked on the door to let them know she was ready, and the three of them got inside the carriage with her. They sat in front of her, looking at her as if she were about to explode or something. 

“What do you want me for?” She finally whispered to them. Her voice was hoarse, as a result of not speaking and breathing through fabric for hours. 

The man with the hat kindly offered her a flask, which Irina took with caution. 

“It’s not poisoned, you know.” He said. “Better drink some so you get your voice back.” 

Irina chugged on a good amount of water, not realising how thirsty she was before. 

“Thanks.” She muttered, giving the flask back to its owner. “What do you want me for, then?” She repeated. 

“General Zlatan wants you.” The man with the cane confirmed her suspicions. 

“I figured as much.” She responded, dryly. “A princess in exchange for a free country.” 

“Well, he’s offered a handsome sum of kruge for you, so we’re taking over our associate’s work and taking you there.” The one who had offered his flask told her. 

“And this is how it's going to go.” The other man said, sternly. “You’re going to remain quiet and you’re going to do as we say. You will not draw any attention to yourself, and that way you’ll get to Novokribirsk safe and sound. You try to escape or scream, and this is what is waiting for you.” He signaled towards the other two’s weapons. 

“But you need me alive.” 

“Exactly.” The man grinned. “We only need you alive. So you either arrive there safe and go back to King in good health, or you barely make it to Novokribirsk and hope you can make it back home. Which one is it going to be?” 

Irina weighed her options. The man was right. If she ever wanted to go back home, to see her kids and husband again, she would have to arrive safely to the hands of General Zlatan and hope her father and husband were willing to make a deal for her. 

“I’ll behave.” She said in a small voice. “I promise.” 

“Good girl.” The man with the hat said. He had a surprisingly friendly smile. 

“And what are your names?” She hurried to ask, before they could go away again.

“And why would we give you our names?” The man with the cane asked bitterly. 

“Well I can’t go around calling you kidnapper one, two and three right? That would draw too much attention to myself.” 

The three of them looked at each other. Funny, Irina though. They seemed to be all part of the same brain. The man with the cane (who Irina started to realise must be the leader) nodded.

“I’m Jesper.” The guy with the easy smile said. 

“I’m Kaz.” The other man sneered at her. “And this is Inej.” He added, pointing towards the woman. Irina looked at her, and felt the smallest faint of compassion coming from her. 

“I’m Irina.” She introduced herself. 

“Well Irina, it’s a pleasure doing business with you.” Jesper told her. 

“Now let’s get moving.” Kaz said. “We’ll stay here tonight, we’ll see if we can get supplies and hopefully some horses.” 

Irina was made to exit the carriage, and she did as she was told. They were right. She had a much better chance at returning back home if she complied with them. She would be taken safe to Zlatan, who she knew wouldn’t hurt her because she was of much more use to him alive than dead. What scared her though, was Zlatan's reaction to finding out neither her father nor her husband would be willing to exchange West Ravka for her. 

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author’s note: this part was so hard to write, i had to make sure the timeline in which irina was taken didn’t disturbe and make sense with the timeline in which alina escapes and everything! i hope it didn’t end up being too messy and difficut to understand! 

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#5

Brother’s Keeper Chapter 1: Acquisition For Repayment

First story on this account, If you like it, please like, leave a comment, and or reblog.  HUGE thanks to @card-games-and-pain for looking it over and giving me great feedback.

Ben’s phone chirped from his pocket; it was probably his older brother, the man had been calling him all evening but Ben was ignoring the calls.  It wasn’t that he didn’t like his brother, or that he didn’t love him.  He just enjoyed the time spent with his girlfriend more.  

However, his night out was over, so he might as well answer as he walked up the steps to his parent’s house.  They were out of town for the week, so he had their modest home all to himself.  

Ben glanced down to see who was calling, as expected, it was his brother.  His face broke into a smile as he answered the phone, “Hey, Jake, what’s up?”                                      

“Ben!  Ben!  Where are you?” gasped Jake.

“I’m headed home, why?”  Ben slid the key into the lock and turned the knob, opening the door.  

“Don’t go home!  Do you hear me!  Do not go home!”  there was a desperate edge in his voice that Ben had never heard before.  

“I hate to disappoint you but-” he was blinded by the flash of the living room light coming on.  “What the he-” He never saw the blow coming.  Before his eyes adjusted to the light something landed painfully with a dull thud on the back of his head.  

His knees buckled and he dropped to the floor, a pair of shiny black wingtip shoes coming into view.  As his vision grayed out he saw a hand with immaculately trimmed nails picking up his phone from where it landed on the ground in front of him.  

*!*!*!*!*

Jake listened in horror as he heard his brother cry out followed by a crash and a thud.    

“Ben! Ben! Don’t go in the house.  They’re there.  They’ll find you.  BEN!”

Ben didn’t answer.  Instead, a man in a sleek black suit and a turtleneck came to the phone.  

“I’m sorry, but Ben isn’t going to be able to take any more calls at this time.”  The man’s thick Russian accent crackled through the phone.  

“Volkov!  You bastard.  Let my brother go!  He has nothing to do with this.”

“But you do.  And since you’ve proven to be… uncooperative.  I’m going to have to see if little Benjamin here is more… amenable to my terms for repayment.  

“No!  Don’t do this, he’s just a kid.  Please.”

“He looks old enough to me.” Alexei Volkov snapped his fingers at the man currently rifling through the unconscious Benjamin’s pockets.  The henchman handed Volkov the young man’s wallet.  

He flipped through the various items he found there.  “It says here that Benjamin Adkins is twenty years old, lives with your parents, how quaint, and that he attends the University of Pittsburgh.”  

“Please.  He’s not like me.  He’s… he’s got a future.  He’s brilliant.  He’s not mixed up in all this mess.”

“He has new future now, thanks to your incompetence.  Perhaps, if you find some way to satisfy your debt.  Return my product, plus interest, I’ll consider giving him back.”

“I told you I don’t have your product.  The cops seized it in a raid.  I’ll do whatever you want. Just leave my baby brother out of this.  Please.”

Ben moaned from where he lay on the floor.  

“We’ll see what type of arrangement we can come to.  But for now, I’m taking little Benjamin with me.  And I’m not going to be gentle.  You’ve made me very angry, Jacob Adkins, and lost me a lot of money.  

“You have two weeks.  If I am not satisfactorily compensated for my losses, then I keep your brother.  Young men like him, especially ones that aren’t used to it and haven’t been trained, can be exceptionally entertaining.  And I have friends that pay well for such entertainment.”

“No!  Please.  Volkov!  Please!  Take me instead.  I’ll meet you.  I’ll come to you.  Anything.  Please.”

“No, I don’t think so Jacob.  As you said, you have work to do to try and get me my money.  I have to go now.  Your brother is waking up and I haven’t properly introduced myself.”

Jake was still screaming into the phone, pleading for his brother’s life as Volkov ended the call.

*!*!*!*!*

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#4

Brother's Keeper

Chapter 5: Welcome Home

Big thanks to @ijustmightbreak for the beta on this and your help with the chapter title.  

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Dmitri lifted Ben up easily, so they could unfasten his arm restraints and then carried him back over to the table. 

Ben’s face flushed with embarrassment when he was compelled to wrap his arms around the man’s shoulders for balance as he was set down.  Ilya handed him a matching scrub style shirt, also with Velcro closures going down the arms and sides.  The material was soft, but very thin for such a cold climate.  

Ben hugged his arms around his middle, not knowing what to do with himself.  He glanced at the leather cuffs secured around each wrist.  There was a small silver padlock on each of them that would keep them in place.  

“There’s one on the collar around your neck too.  And if you try to take it off, it will activate the discipline response,” Volkov said, grey eyes watching Ben intently as he handed him a bottle of water.  

Ben nodded, not trusting himself to speak and accepted the water. 

What happens to me now?  He wanted to ask, but he didn’t dare.  He took slow measured sips of the water, his hands shaking the whole time he held it.  

When he had finished drinking the whole bottle, Volkov instructed him, “Lay back, for me, little scholar.”

Ben hesitated, remembering what they’d just done to him the last time he was laying on this table.  “Wh-what are you going to d-do?” Ben asked, the water turning sour in his stomach.  

“I could decide that I’m going to fuck you senseless.  I could be about to hook you up to a generator and electrocute you until you lose consciousness.  I could take out my knife and carve you up like a meal.  All of which would be my decision, not yours.  Now obey without saying another word, or I’m going to guarantee that you regret it.  Am I clear?” Volkov’s voice was quiet, deadly serious.

The lump in Ben’s throat didn’t want to clear.  His head seemed to bob in the affirmative of its own accord.  

“Y-yes.  Yes, sir,” Ben’s voice quavered as he assented.  

Gasping and wincing, Ben slowly laid back on the table.  The light above him was turned on again and he flinched, turning away from the light.  Dmitri grabbed his ankles and yanked him down the table.  Ben yelped and pulled his arms up to protect his face fearing another assault.  

Ilya and Volkov pulled his arms back to his side.  Volkov sent another jolt of electricity through his neck causing Ben to bite his tongue.  

“Be still!” Volkov reprimanded. 

The third man that was always with them pulled a chair across the cement floor and sat down at Ben’s feet.  Ben’s arms were aching, fists clenched at his side in an effort to remain absolutely motionless.  His still sore jaw throbbed at his clenched teeth.  

“Well, Andrei?  Verdict?”

Andrei, another name to add to the list of who his captors were.  A hiss broke free from between his teeth as each of the burns and the deep purple bruises on his feet were probed.  

“The bruises are fine.  I’ll need to disinfect the burns,” Andrei replied with a calculating look.  His voice seemed smooth, more educated.  Probably a medic or doctor of some sort.  He hadn’t taken part in hurting Ben yet.  Maybe he was safe?  But he wasn’t here to help Ben.  He was here to make sure that Volkov’s toy was able to be played with.  

“Good, go ahead.  Our little scholar is going to be a very good patient, aren’t you?”  Volkov patted Ben’s cheek again.  Ben was really growing to hate that and the way that he constantly stroked his hair.  

When Ben only nodded instead of answering, he found himself writhing and screaming again as Volkov employed the collar remote once again.  

“Yes!  God!  Yes, sir!  I’ll be good.  I’ll be good!” Ben’s breathing was once again reduced to panicked, staccato gasps.  

Andrei disinfected his burns with a solution that made them feel like his feet were on fire.  Ben whined and ground his teeth, sucking in air through his nose for the full five minutes it took for his burns to be cleaned.  By the time soft bandages were being wrapped around his wounds, he was utterly exhausted.  

Volkov combed his fingers through Ben’s hair as Andrei finished up.  The older man took Ben’s chin in his hand and turned his face towards him.  The table rattled slightly at Ben’s shaking, his eyes wide and shining with unabashed terror.  Volkov leaned forward and kissed Ben’s forehead.  “All done.  You did well today.  I had more planned for you on this first day of our acquaintance, but I think you need a break.”

Again, Ben swallowed, not knowing what to say.  Volkov gripped his chin harder but Ben couldn’t raise his eyes to his - the humiliation of the last hour and the realization of his situation was too much for him to process.  Plus, he didn’t want to see the satisfaction that he knew would be written on the man’s face.  

“Don’t you have anything to say to me for letting you off easy?”

Ben sucked in a breath in fear that he was going to change his mind.  “Thank you, sir,” he blurted out.  

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#3

May 9th: "You Can Cry, It's Okay"

Hide and seek | Phone call | Midnight

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Whumpee crouched, terrified behind the crates piled in the alleyway. 

“Whumpee…”  Whumper called.  “I know you’re here.  There’s really no need to play these games.” 

Whumpee covered their mouth to silence the whimper they felt building inside them.  Their fingers shook as they dialed the emergency number on the stolen cell phone.  Please let someone answer.  Please.  Pick up.  Pick up! 

“911, what is your emergency.”

Whumpee wedged themselves further back into their hiding spot.  They could still hear whumper calling for them from the other end of the alley. 

“Whumpee, if you make me play hide and seek, you really aren’t going to like it when I find you.”

Whumpee glanced down at their arms, scarred, bruised and burned from the last month or so of captivity.  They couldn’t go back.  They’d rather die. 

“911, please state the nature of your emergency.”

“This is whumpee.  I’ve been kidnapped and I got away.  I’m hiding, but the man that took me is trying to find me.  He’s nearly here.  Can you trace the call and send me help?”

“I’m sorry sir, I can barely hear you.  Can you please speak up?”

“I need help!  Please, send help!” Whumpee whispered as loud as they dared. 

“You need help?”

“Yes!” they hissed into the phone.

“Can you please tell me your location, sir.”

“I’m… I don’t know.  I just ran.  Can you track the phone?”

“I’m sorry sir, location services are turned off on the phone you are calling from.”

Whumpee wanted to cry.  Of course they were turned off.  Of course they were!

“If you could locate the two nearest cross streets, then I can get you the help you need.  Without that, I can attempt to send help to near the cell tower you are pinging.”

Whumpee’s breathing ticked up a notch.  They were in the middle of the alley, in the middle of the large block.  It was an industrial area, not a residential area.  There was no one around at midnight.  Tears stung their eyes.  Fucking Whumper was going to find them and it would all have been for nothing!

They crept forward… They could make a dash for it.  Whumpee looked down at his equally brutalized legs.  It was a wonder he’d made it this far.  Every wound, every tight scarring of his skin seemed to itch and burn with the effort it had taken to get out of that damned warehouse and get here. 

“Whumpee… You’re making me angry.  And you know how I get when I’m angry…”  Whumper’s voice was so close now.  So very close. 

Whumpee felt the tremors start at the top of their head and soon their entire body was shaking.  A shiny black leather dress shoe came into view.  Whumpee shrank back as far as they could into the shadows. 

“Sir.  Sir, are you still there?  I’m sending officers to as close to your location as I can get them…”  The voice on the other end of the emergency call sounded loud in the silence of the sequestered alley.  FUCK!

Whumpee covered the speaker with their fingers but they knew it was too late.  The shoe turned and they looked up into the grinning face of whumper. 

“Oh, there you are.”

Whumpee gulped.  “I-I-I-I…” 

“Shhhhh.  It’s okay to cry now.  You’re going to be doing a lot of that over the next few weeks.  I’m very disappointed in you.  It’s a good thing I found you when I did, isn’t it?”

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138 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

#2

Whumper brings whumpee, bound and terrified, to a wall with dozens of pictures, each more horrible than the next. They’re various depictions of every different stress positions one can imagine. They’re also clearly homemade.

“Choose, and you won’t end up on the wall. Make me choose for you, and I’ll do a reshoot of every position here and you’ll be the star.”

Whumpees eyes cloud with tears. How are they supposed to choose their own torment? But they dare not not choose.

Whumper smiles at their choice. “Excellent. Let’s get started.” He reaches up to take the picture off the wall.

Whumpee looks at him curiously.

“Oh I can’t let you pick the same position twice. You’ll have to pick differently tomorrow.” An evil grin spreads across their face.

Whumpee bursts in to tears.

223 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

May 13th "Wait right here"

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Betrayal | Pistol | Nowhere in particular

“You want me to what?” Caretaker gasped with astonished terror.

“Shoot him.” Whumper ordered, pointing at Whumpee’s trembling form, kneeling in henchman’s grasp. 

“What?  Y-you can’t be serious,” Caretaker cried.  “I can’t do that.  I can’t.”

“I am deadly serious.  You will do it, or I’ll do it for you, and I don’t have the medical background you do.  I may shoot him somewhere that would actually matter.  You don’t have to kill him.  Just shoot him,” Whumper stated with a deadly grin. 

“Wh-where?” Caretaker said with a terrified tremble in his voice.  This can’t be happeneing.  He glanced at Whumper and Henchman 2, both with their guns drawn and pointed at whumpee and caretaker respectively. 

“Nowhere in particular,” Whumper said with a disinterested shrug. 

Whumpee whimpers from behind his gag but nods to caretaker that it’s okay.  He understands.  That really doesn’t make it better.  That implicit trust makes the betrayal a thousand times worse. 

Caretaker is handed a weapon.  It’s cold and heavy in his hands.  So much heavier than he expected.  It is definitely heavier than the chains around his wrists.  He blinks back tears.  It’s not a matter of knowing where to shoot.  He’s never fired a gun.  He doesn't even know how to properly aim it.  If his aim is wrong…

Caretaker looks at Whumper.  “Please.  I can’t.  Don’t… don’t make me do this.  I’ve never even taken a practice shot before.”

“It’s really not that hard.  You point the gun where you want and then you pull back on the trigger.”

“But if I get it wrong…”

“I don’t care.  Pretty sure if you delay any longer, one or all three of us will shoot him for you.  Do you think he can survive three bullets at the same time?”

“No!  No…”  Caretaker draws in a shaky breath. 

His tear-filled eyes meet Whumpee’s.  Whumpee gives him another nod of approval.  He is shaking harder now, body visibly convulsing in terror, just wanting it to end. 

Caretaker raises the pistol.  He’ll never forgive himself.  He’s betraying every oath he’s ever taken or sworn to himself to do no harm.  The best he can hope for is less harm.  Do less harm than if Whumper were to carry this out. 

There was a deafening BANG!

Followed by howls of agony. 

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