#vicey’s charas

[the-unrelated-theorist]

I get your point, but... family don't end with blood, or a last name. Chara lives in Frisk's head, now. If Frisk wants to call Chara their sibling, they have every right to. Or vicey versey. Until we have a chance to ask them, we don't know.

......chara and frisk are siblings?

they aren’t tho. just bc toriel acts as frisk’s guardian at the end of pacifist doesnt make them siblings

[freefallingup13]

Naive Princess pt 3

Part 2

Things are kicking up and the blood is coming OUT

TW: Bleeding, S/O betrayal, magic ritual

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"Well, darling, this is a lot more trouble than I was expecting, but I don't think it'll be much of a problem in the end." Aidel chuckled as he spun Selena around. They were kept floating inside the shield, part of Aiden's powers. She could feel the wind still, but it was more of a strong breeze inside the sphere.

Once, she could have thought of this as romantic. Now, though, it was only the eye of the storm. Desperately, she shoved at him and hit him as much as she could. "Let go-!"

"Sure." Aidel laughed - he actually laughed - as he held her away from him. He began to mutter under his breath - she couldn't understand the words. Selena felt a tugging on her limbs before he let go of her entirely... but she didn't fall. Her legs snapped together and straight, as if they were bound, and her arms splayed out to her sides. She hung in the air, tilted slightly downwards as if she had been nailed to an angled ceiling. A bright purple glow was emanating from below her, and she looked down to see a huge circular ring underneath her with runes in the edges. A seal. One to keep her immobilized.

Her mind was racing as she tried to figure out how to break the seal. She couldn't use her shadows; it was too bright, and she couldn't move. The only hope was if somebody else broke it, but nobody could get past that sphere, or Aidel would already be dead. Her breathing suddenly caught in her throat when she felt another pull, this time in her wound, and saw something moving. Aidel was continuing to chant, not to keep up the seal, but for something else. Slowly, a ball of blood was starting to form in front of her, swirling as it gathered more from a trail leading to her stomach. She could feel the blood as it leaked out from the wound, wrapping around the blade, leaving her body...

A strangled cry escaped her lips as she tried to pull away, but the seal kept her steady. There wasn't any escape, and all she could do was scream.

Part 4

[drabblesofrapture]

Lol

[just-a-few-prompts]

25, 22, and 9

9.) Current WIP

oh god I still have to write Derek’s date

he’s so pure

I have never been on an actual date despite having several boyfriends

what the hell do people do on dates I need to make a poll aaaaaaaaaaaaH

22.) Who is/are your favorite pairings to write?

Mmmmmm with my own characters? If you see my VIcey’s Chara Masterpost on @drabblesofrapture , there’s a guy named William there. He is not originally from Rapture. Neither is Toni! For like several years I’ve been daydreaming of different AUs of how they get together, because I was getting sick of making Toni pine desperately for Derek (they were from the same series, and he never ends up loving her the same way). So that’s technically my favorite pairing, and I love writing little angsty snippets of them in AUs.

That being said I’ve got some crackship fics I gotta post there and it’ll be great!

25.) Favorite part of writing

The action. The emotions. The fear.

When I was young, I read a lot. I read a lot about kids going through some pretty angsty fantastical worlds. I learned so much from reading a variety of things; wit, how people might react in certain situations. It really saved me as a kid who was bullied pretty much the entirety of elementary and middle school and really refrained from talking to people in high school. I only talk to one friend from high school now, and have very few close friends despite being in several communities.

What got me through all of that - the loneliness, the wondering - was introspection. Not always by wondering what I would do in a situation, but by putting characters in that situation.

So, I dedicate my time to the description of feelings and tension. I don’t just want the reader to see.I want the reader to feel. I want to give a vivid experience into the worlds of fear, of pain, of happiness, of strain, and of pure, pure wonder. No matter how vicious the view, I want the character’s experience to be clear, as if the reader lived their life. In the moments of description, of held breath, tight chests, and shaky hands reached out to careful, steady ones, I want the reader to be there.

I love writing so that the reader can experience the characters as if it were their own memories. It’s how I survived, and I can’t be the only one who loves fiction and fantasies this way, these deep daydreams. Even if others don’t do the same, I want to share it, just an inch. It’s a wonderful feeling.

[freefallingup13]

Naive Princess pt. 1

I have been encouraged and so this shall be shared

This is part of the written universe of my Rapture project, more info can be found on the sideblog @drabblesofrapture (identifiable by the glorious Groink icon).

TW; S/O betrayal, stabbing, Hans from Frozen level shit (you know the scene), lady whump

And then a cold metal blade was stabbed through her stomach. She gasped as her hands gripped tighter onto his jacket, and her eyes widened. Selena breathed shakily, a small whimper escaping her as he smiled softly to her.

Shushing her quietly, Aidel used his free hand to cradle her head, bringing her to press her cheek against his chest. As he stroked her hair, the pain began to settle in, and her face contorted. She gritted her teeth, scrunching her eyes shut. “Oh, god...”

“Shh... It's alright. It's nothing personal.” He reassured her, letting go of the knife to tilt her chin up. At the sight of her trying to open her eyes to look at him, he grinned in amusement, tilting his head. “Really, it's not. I hope you understand. But, I must say... I never really did love you.”

The pain in her stomach was joined by a pressure on her heart. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It was then that she started to cry. Black tears pricked at her eyes.

"Hmph." Without another word, he pushed her back, lifting his hands to cast a spell. He opened his mouth, but a snarl came out as he noticed her beginning to fall through her shadow. "Oh no, you don't-"

Selena gasped in surprise as Aidel snatched her up by the collar, lifting her out of her shadow. She yelped, gripping his sleeve with one hand and trying to keep the knife in place with the other. "Nice try, sweetheart," He chuckled, wagging a finger in the air. "But you're not leaving."

"... You..." Selena grit her teeth together, her clutch on his sleeve tightening. "Then you... too..."

Aidel furrowed his eyebrows, but his eyes widened as he looked down. Now he was sinking through his own shadow. He started to let go of her, trying to lift his legs, but it was too late. They were already falling.

~~~

Part 2

[freefallingup13]

Naive Princess pt 4

Part 3

Not a lot happens in this one tbh

Tw: fire mention (it’s a teleportation spell and that’s just what it looks like, nobody actually gets burned)

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A swirling column of fire announced Gildenhos' arrival in the hallway. Jeff was shielding his face from the wind as his patron joined him, squinting into the room. The sphere was like a tornado now, beginning to shift desks and topple filing cabinets. The minors had retreated, scrambling to find any higher-ups that would know what to do. "What is this? What's happening?" Gildenhos shouted over the roar of the wind.

"Selena's in there!" Jeff shouted back, glaring at the purple smoke. "She had a knife sticking out of her - it's something ceremonial."

Gildenhos swore under his breath, putting an arm in front of Jeff and stepping them both backwards as a desk flipped in front of them. “Who’s doing it? Do you know?”

“Aidel,” Jeff hissed through his teeth, his fists clenched. “I knew we shouldn't have-”

“Not the time!” His patron snapped, and Jeff couldn't help but flinch. “We need to get her out of there. That glow- there's a seal. She won't be able to use her powers.”

Jeff’s nostrils flared as he blew out a hard breath, narrowing his eyes. “Alright... Alright.”

“Good man,” Gildenhos praised quickly before snapping to a straightened posture. “I can get you in. You have to move fast, understand? The wind-”

“Just do it, Gildenhos!” Jeff snapped, and with a quick nod, Jeff disappeared in a column of fire.

Part 5

[drabblesofrapture]

Hey I heard you like defiant whumpees

Here’s a little scene that is far, far into the future of the Werewolf AU. Jaren isn’t in my character list yet, but, ah... well. He’ll be added soon.

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“Go ahead,” Selena snarled, baring her already-bloodied fangs at Jaren. “Do your worst. I get to find out my limits, you get to be a piece of shit. Win-win.”

Jaren narrowed his eyes, grabbing her roughly by the jaw. Her playful snarl turned into a harsh growl as they glared into each other’s eyes.

Selena tensed, grabbing and pulling onto her chains. Her muscles flexed as she pushed towards him, spitting onto his cheek. “The fuck you waiting for, bitch?” she seethed. “Are we gonna play or what?”

His eyes flicked down to his cheek, and he wiped it the saliva off with his free hand. He only looked back into her eyes for a second before letting go, slapping her hard with his other, dirtied hand.

The impact made her entire body jerk, and she let out a slow groan, not wanting to whimper or yelp like some abused animal. She was seeing stars whether her eyes were open or closed.

She had screwed her eyes shut as he wiped off his hand on her shirt, trying to work through the pain. He interrupted her, though, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back up to his gaze. Jaren waited until she opened her eyes, nostrils flaring as she held in her anger.

“I,” he said, tilting his head, “am going to enjoy breaking you in particular.”

Selena was quiet for a moment. Then... a low chuckle began to come from her chest, turning into laughter as she genuinely grinned at Jaren through the pain.

“I’ll let you know I ain’t made o’ glass,” she laughed out, almost croaking like a frog. Her expression turned from a smile to bared teeth as she snapped at his face. “So you’re gonna have t’try real fuckin’ hard to get all this sass outta me.”

[drabblesofrapture]

Heyo hiyo, it’s Vicey here! I’m feeling a bit down, so what better time than now to add some angst to this blog?

This here is the Superhero AU! In this AU, William is far from his usual cocky self... mostly because a certain someone has hired him to be a contract killer of pesky superheroes.

CW: Noncon touch (nonsexual)

I think that’s it tbh

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

William pressed his lips as he faced the door in front of him. He wasn’t sure he could move. He wasn’t sure he could do this.

But he had to.

Raising his hand, he glared at it as he saw how much it shook. He managed slowly to clench it into a tight fist, and quickly release it. Before his nerves had time to build again, he knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

He placed his hand upon the wood and pushed it open, keeping his eyes down. The weight of the door was nothing compared to the tension on his shoulders. He didn’t look up until he was fully inside, the door drifting to a close.

There she was. The Empress, standing next to a window that stretched from floor to painted ceiling, chin held high as she regarded the city view. A blood-red, almost skin-tight gown flowed around her legs, trailing behind her on the floor. Lace gloves climbed up her arms, shy of her biceps, where she kept her fingers rested, tapping impatiently. As she turned to look over her shoulder at him, her long blonde hair shifted against her bare back, and the pout on her lips deepened.

This was only until she realized who had entered, and a warm smile greeted him instead. “William,” she purred, turning fully around and tilting her head. “I heard there was a little hiccup in your mission earlier. Are you well?”

He glanced away, but only for a moment. “I… yes,” he said, clearing his throat and looking down. “Adelaide, I… Actually… There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

“Oh, whatever for?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows. Her heels began to click against the stone floor as she walked over to him, a countenance of concern about her. William had to force himself to not flinch away as she approached - he knew everything about her little “act” of comforting. Nothing could trick him into thinking her warmth was any more than skin deep. As she reached a hand up to caress his cheek, he couldn’t help but shut his eyes tightly. “It wasn’t that bad, was it? The others said you did such a good job, until that little slip-up.”

He only scrunched his eyes tighter. How to say it, how to say it? He couldn’t let her get angry. “I…” Sighing, he opened his eyes again, avoiding her gaze and beginning to turn his head away from her hand. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” he admitted. “It’s… that little, um… ‘slip-up’... It…”

“Spit it out, William.” He tensed as she snapped, her voice gentle but her tone anything but. The facade was dropped - if he wasn’t very clear now, he might not make it to tomorrow. Might be replaced. “I didn’t teach you to hesitate. I want to know what happened.”

He closed his eyes once more, taking a deep breath. Damn, why was it so shaky? Why was he trembling? “I… I can’t kill them,” he whispered breathlessly, shaking his head and not daring to open his eyes. “Not the Red Scarf.”

There was silence for a while, quiet enough for him to hear his heart hammering against his chest. He heard her sigh, felt her move her hand away to cross her arms again.

“And why not?” she finally said, lifting her chin. “Give me a reason.”

Opening his eyes, he looked down at the floor, away from her. He was nothing more than a child to her - well, more like a tool. A tool with useful information would be used, and he didn’t want that. But he couldn’t lie to her. “I… I know them,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know… I know who he is.”

Adelaide tilted her head. “I see…” she said, turning to walk away from him. The space gave him enough room to breathe, not feeling the tension of her presence so closely. Yet, she immediately choked him with it again by asking, “You’re close to him, aren’t you? That boy, whoever he is.”

His hand ripped into a claw as his fists clenched, and he hissed in pain as his nails scratched into his skin. He covered the wounds with his hand, grabbing his wrist with the other as he looked up at her. “I… I am,” he stammered. “I-” He shook his head. “I can’t do it, Adelaide, I can’t-”

“Shhh.” In seconds, she had crossed the room again, cradling his head and pressing his face to her shoulder. He couldn’t stop the small gasp of surprise as he began to cower away from her, but she held him fast. For such a delicate-looking woman, there was no way she should have had so much strength in her arms; it was like trying to tear away from a statue with a heartbeat.

William shut his eyes, trying to resist, trying to resist her, but the contact made him relax almost instantly. His breathing began to steady, and his grip on his neck loosened.

“There,” Adelaide whispered, petting his hair gently. “All better?”

Swallowing thickly, he nodded.

“Good.” She released him, and he stepped away from her, turning so he wasn’t completely facing her. He didn’t want her to touch him again. She’d trick him into forgetting, and he couldn’t forget this.

“What is it you want me to do about this?” Adelaide asked, her eyes sharp as they dug into his. She folded one hand over the other, a small grin teasing her lips. “I can’t simply stand aside as they ruin our plans.”

‘Our plans,’ he thought. ‘Never. Only yours.’

“I-” He clenched his jaw before trying to talk again, determined to speak. “I can fix it. Just - I just need to talk to him. I can fix this.”

Adelaide’s expression didn’t change as she looked him over completely. He hoped she wouldn’t notice him shaking in his boots, though her entertainment would probably work in his favor.

Bursting into a smile, she began to chuckle, putting a hand on her cheek as she shook her head. “Oh, such noble lengths to save one hero,” she cooed, her smile feeling more like bared teeth. “After so many you’ve killed without question…”

William didn’t speak. His fists were clenched behind his back. He didn’t know where this was going. Did she approve? Was she condescending to make it hurt more? He had no idea.

“How much do you care about the Red Scarf, William?” she asked, looking down upon him like a cat with a successful mousetrap between her paws. “I must assume you like them quite a lot, to ask me to call off the target.”

He felt himself going pale, a cold sweat blazing up his back like fire. Tell the truth? Lie? Tell the truth? He couldn’t tell whether he physically shook or it was all in his head.

“L-Like a brother,” he said finally, barely able to choke out the words. “I love him like a brother.”

Her grin grew, and she kept at it with that stare - that damned stare, the one she always gave when she wanted him to be afraid of punishment. This was punishment he couldn’t bear. This was punishment he could not take.

After an eternity, she stepped forward, lowering her chin and reaching both hands out to him. He stepped back out of instinct, his hand meeting the cold marble wall behind him. As he struggled to breathe, she calmly reached her hands up, placing them on his cheeks.

This wasn’t a bad touch. It took him a moment to realize as she cradled his face, directed his gaze to her own, that this wasn’t a bad touch. She was not going to hurt him, not with powers.

“William,” she said slowly, the mirth gone from her face as she looked up at him. “I trust you,” she crooned. “You know that, right?”

His heart was in his throat. All he could do was nod his head violently. She shushed him, holding his head steady until he looked at her again.

Her eyes searched his own before she answered, tilting her head up as if to kiss him. “I will trust you in this as well,” she decided, a pout threatening to appear on her lips. “If you say you can convince them to stop their little game of heroism, then I will let you do so. I won’t send you, nor anyone after them. Alright?”

It was only a few hard breaths later that he realized what she was saying. She agreed. She was letting him do it; she agreed to the plan. She was letting him do it. He could do it.

“I- Y-Yes,” he said, swallowing to try and ease the dryness in his throat. “Yes, I’ll- I can do it. I’ll do it. Thank you.”

A smile graced Adelaide’s face again. She giggled lightly as she kissed his forehead and stepped away, as if the room weren’t dark, as if death didn’t hang above his head by a thread she herself held. Turning to walk back to the window, she held one hand out towards him, loosely hanging at her wrist. “Go on, now, William,” she purred, pretending to be kind again. “I expect nothing less than success.”

He nodded vigorously, reaching down and kissing the back of her hand. “Yes, Empress,” he muttered before stiffly walking to the door, keeping his head down as he walked out.

She watched him leave, a frown on her face. Crossing her arms, she sat down on her couch with a huff, narrowing her eyes. A radio clicked to life from the side-table beside her. “Do you want to send anyone after him, Ma’am?” her henchman asked. She didn’t know which one - it didn’t matter which one.

Rolling her eyes, she grabbed the radio and hit the button. “No need,” she said. “I already know who it is. Surveillance won’t be necessary.”

A pause. Another click. “But, Ma’am, don’t you want us to take him out? It would be easy.”

At first, a scoff escaped her. It quickly turned into a laugh. Shaking her head, she hit the button to reply. “‘Easy’ doesn’t make for a fun game,” she insisted. Staring into her blurred reflection on the dark tv screen, she smirked as she pulled her heels up to lie sideways, draping herself over the arm of the couch.

“Besides,” she said, closing her eyes and leaning back, “I want to see whether he can do it. Even if he fails, it’ll be so... much... fun.”

[drabblesofrapture]

So Selena canonically eats flowers

[drabblesofrapture]

Ayo, Mod Vicey again. Did we do an Among Us AU? The answer is HELL yeah, we went HAM on the Among Us AU.

There’s only three scenes and headcanons, but they’re worth sharing. Can you guess the imposters this round?

CW: Murder, blood, gunshot, character death

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Selena peered into Electrical, squinting into the darkness. “Man… Why don’t we have lights in here, Ollie? Isn’t Electrical a place where you WANNA have lights?”

Scoffing and striding forward, he waved his hand dismissively. “No. Corporate decided it’s too much of a ‘fire hazard’ to have any more electronic equipment in here.”

Wires were strewn about the floor; Selena found herself staring at them, treading carefully to avoid tripping. “... Er… isn’t it ALREADY a safety hazard?”

“Oh, no fucking shit, ya bloody genius!” Oliver snapped as he turned around the corner. “I swear, I keep telling Corporate how to fix this damned ship, and they keep ignoring me! Like I don’t know what I’m doing! I only graduated top of my class, I’m only an ENGINEER, I-“

The gunshot was what made Selena finally look up, jumping back. Her ankle caught on one of the wires, and she yelped as she fell over backwards. As she swore out loud, reaching down to untangle her boot from the mess, she swore to herself that she could hear an unfamiliar metal creak.

It was a few moments before she was finally able to stand up. She brushed herself off, then slowly crept towards the corner. “... Uh… Ollie?” she called out. “Are you there?... Hello?”

Then she looked down, screaming and falling over again.

White suit and little crown attachment bloodied, Oliver’s body was splayed across the floor. He’d taken a shot to the head - there was a clean bullet hole in the plastic visor, and red liquid was seeping out from underneath his helmet.

Scrambling, Selena ripped her backpack from her back, digging blindly for the megaphone-like device connected to the intercom. As she yanked it out, she nearly dropped it again, having to catch it three times before she was able to grip at the handle, pressing the button.

[DEAD BODY REPORTED. DEAD BODY REPORTED.]

With a white flash, the entire crew was teleported to the cafeteria, some of them with their hands raised, having been interrupted in the middle of doing tasks.

Groaning, Jeff was the first to speak, taking his helmet off and putting a hand to his face. “Selena- I was literally on the LAST step of starting the reactor-“

“OVVY IPH PHCKGIN’ DEAF!”

“What?” He snapped.

Selena scrambled to take off her helmet, throwing it across the room. “I said, OLLIE! Is FUCKING DEAD!” she screamed, throwing her hands in the air. “We were in electrical- and I tripped- and he was talking- and there was a gunshot- and then I tripped- and then-“

“Jesus, Selena, slow down!” Derek said, holding his hands up. “So, he’s dead in electrical?”

“YES!”

Jeff sighed, looking at Derek. “Did you see anybody else enter on the cameras?”

Derek frowned, shaking his head. “I didn’t see anyone enter electrical besides Selena and Oliver.”

“But he FUCKING DIED!” Selena cried out, grabbing her backpack. “Somebody shot him right cold in the fuckin’ FACE, mid-SENTENCE! Look, it wasn’t ME!” She tipped her backpack over, shaking out the contents. Oreos, granola bars, her megaphone, and her task list fell out, along with a few pieces of crumpled up paper. Besides the rubber band and paper clip that seemed to have no use at all, nothing out of the ordinary came from the backpack. “I don’t even HAVE a gun!”

Johnathan sighed, taking his helmet off and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Well, Roxanne and I didn’t do it,” he said. “We were in O2, and Navigation. We cleared the filter and stabilized steering.”

“I’ve forgotten the reactor code, so I’ll probably have to start over,” Jeff muttered. “Derek and I were on cameras for a while.”

“Jazzy and I were in Med Bay,” Takeo said confidently, giving them all a thumbs up. “I watched her scan, and I was inspecting samples. You know. Waiting. Doing things.”

Jazzy snorted, leaning and propping her head up onto the table. “I’m ‘things.’”

“Oh god-“ Takeo’s face was red under his visor as he leaned back, eyes wide. “Jazzy, NO-“

“So nobody else was in electrical?” Jeff asked, furrowing his eyebrows.”

“There HAD to be!” Selena shouted, throwing her hands into the air. “I heard a door and everything!”

“... What?” Derek asked, furrowing his eyebrows. “... Selena… there’s only one door into Electrical. What do you mean you heard a door?”

“Metal!” she shouted, putting her hands onto the table. “Something metal! I heard it open and everything!”

“There’s… There’s no other door…” he muttered, putting a hand to his chin.

The group looked at Selena for a while as she stammered, trying to make sense of what she’d heard. All of a sudden, Takeo snapped his fingers. “Hey, hold on!” He said. “What about the vents!?”

“The vents?” Jazzy asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah!” He said, looking at her. “We noticed that, right? That the vents are big enough to fit a person?”

“We don’t have the tools to open those vent doors, Takeo,” John said boredly. “Come on.”

“No, no!” Takeo stood up, pointing at John. “The imposters! They can SHAPESHIFT, remember? What if they can- like- shapeshift into the tool they need to open the vents? Then they could go in at any time, and they could close it too! Nobody would know!”

“Hon, that’s…” Jazzy trailed off, furrowing her eyebrows. She sat up, her ears perking up with her. “... That’s… That’s actually not a bad idea.”

“Yeah!” Takeo said, pumping a fist into the air. “And guess where we also saw a vent door, babe?”

Jazzy’s eyes widened. “In… In electrical. Around the corner.”

Selena slammed her hand against the table. “That’s where Ollie died! Takeo, you’re a genius!”

“Wait, wait…” Roxanne held her hands up, looking concerned. “Does… Does that mean they’re in the vents? We have to be careful of the vents?”

The thrill of discovery turned to the quiet fear of it. The group looked at each other with wide eyes as the fact sank in. The vents. The Imposters could go anywhere they wanted undetected, as long as they used the vents.

The buzzer sounded. The allotted meeting time was over. Back to tasks.

[drabblesofrapture]

Ayo Mod Vicey here

Y’all want some OT3 shit

I’ll give ya some OT3 shit

Feat. Oliver, Mason, and William in a crackship

CW: a little ✨saucy✨, just kisses, small mention of bed shenanigans. Also a character does get a teeny tiny electrical shock. He swears a lot

Oliver shouted as he jumped back from his desk, whirling around and clutching his hand. Gritting his teeth, he tried to force his hand to unclench. Pain shot through his fingers, almost all the way up his arm. He scrunched his eyes shut and kicked at his chair. “Bloody- fuck!”

“What happened?” Two pairs of feet clambered noisily up the stairs before gentle hands wrapped around him, cold hands taking Oliver’s into their grip. “Let me see.”

“The bloody thing shocked me!” Oliver growled, flinching and pulling his hand out of William’s as the other vampire tried to uncurl his hand. “It fucking hurts!”

“I know, love,” William said patiently. He beckoned to himself. “Let me see. I need to know if you need healing.”

Oliver was about to protest, but he stopped when he felt Mason’s cheek press into his shoulder. Was it him trembling, or was it Mason?... He really couldn’t tell.

Making a noise of annoyance, he held his arm out to William. “It fucking hurts,” he repeated. “All the way up to my shoulder.”

“Yeah, a shock will do that,” William muttered absently, his finger curling underneath Oliver’s. He gave Oliver a sympathetic look. “Try to relax, love, it’ll be fine.”

“Well, it better be!” Oliver couldn’t help but snap. “If this hand gets put out of commission-”

William’s snort had him clamp his mouth shut, fuming. “It won’t, Oliver,” William assured him. “You’re a vampire, you’ll heal. I just need to know how much time it’ll take. Ready?”

Casting a glance down at Mason, Oliver took a deep breath and sighed. “Well, get it over with,” he grumbled.

Nodding, William looked back down and began to uncurl the desperately clenched fingers.

“Fuck-” Oliver writhed, and the other two held him tighter.

“‘Ey. Mason.” William looked up, keeping Oliver’s hand as open as he had gotten it. “Why don’t you distract him for a bit?”

Mason turned the other cheek to look at William, pressing his lips together to keep himself from looking like he was about to cry. “H-How?” he croaked out.

“I dunno, kiss him or something,” William snorted. “You’re fine distracting him that way in bed.”

“Oi!” Oliver felt his face turning pink, glaring at William under his sunglasses. “This isn’t the time for that, you don’t get to-”

There was a snicker from Mason, and he turned to try and scold him, too. Mason took the opportunity and pinned their lips together in an instant. Oliver’s words were cut off into a noise of surprise, and Mason quickly busied himself by deepening the kiss.

William watched the two of them for a second with a raised eyebrow, wondering whether they remembered the situation at all. Oliver was using his free hand to weave his fingers through Mason’s hair, and absentmindedly tugging on his hurt arm to free it from William’s grasp. Chuckling, William got to work, unfolding Oliver’s fingers as his mind was elsewhere.

It only took him a few moments to assess the damage, which seemed entirely fine externally. Seemed it was just overstimulated nerves. Carefully, William rubbed his thumb in small circles about Oliver’s palm.

Making a noise of discomfort, Oliver pulled away from Mason’s kiss to try and squirm away from William. “That hurts,” he complained.

“It’s to make you relax,” William noted, raising an eyebrow at him. “I’m trying to lessen the pain.”

“Well, it hurts,” Oliver insisted with an indignant pout.

Both William and Mason laughed now, and Oliver’s pout deepened. He opened his mouth to continue, but Mason leaned up in an instant, gently taking his earlobe between his teeth in a playful nibble. Oliver’s mouth shut just as instantly.

“Yeah, there you go, keep making out,” William mused as he continued working on Oliver’s hand. “Fun to watch. Work and entertainment.”

“Mmf-” Oliver tried to resist Mason holding his chin to pull him into another kiss. “Will!”

There was only a snort in response as William glanced up. “Fun, fun, fun.”

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Naive Princess pt. 8

Part 7

Honestly my favorite sentence in this entire project is the last one in the first paragraph

Anyways here’s a beatdown

TW: Room-destructive beatdown, demon, post-beating exhaustion, non-graphic wounds (wounds are less like lacerations and more like dents)

~~~

The movement was effortless, almost graceful. With every swing of his arm, Jeff slammed Aidel into the walls, the floor, the ceiling. Every time he hit the dirt, he left a bastard-shaped hole in his wake, and Jeff loved it.

He wasn’t satisfied until he had used the boy to break every piece of furniture to bits. Panting heavily, he finally coaxed his ropes to bring the boy closer. He held Aidel suspended in the air in front of him, eyebrows furrowed as he admired his battered handiwork. 

Aidel was beyond squirming now, panting as he was finally allowed to recover. His head hung limp, as did the rest of his body. Jeff grabbed a fistful of that black hair and yanked it back to get a nice, long look at the pained exhaustion on his face.

“Let’s not dally, Callahan,” Gildenhos called out. “Restrain him.”

Jeff huffed. “He is restrained. But if you insist.”

Not bothering to use his ropes, he engulfed Aidel’s face in his hand. He turned, slamming the back of Aidel’s head into the ground, making the boy’s entire body jolt. He waited to hear a groan of pain and watch those red eyes open. Only then did he lift his hand away, raking his claws deeply into the boy’s face as he did. “Oops.”

The “wounds” left as Jeff lifted his hand away were more like dents than anything. Deep, angry scores were left in Aidel’s face, but his skin hadn’t broken just yet. The boy hissed lowly, but turned a heavy glare towards the demon standing above him.

Jeff wasn’t impressed, huffing as he put a foot onto the boy’s chest. “You’re going to die, you little brat,” he spat, baring his fangs at Aidel. “It’s over. I have the upper hand.”

Aidel laughed, smiling teasingly tilting his head. “Do you?”

As Jeff furrowed eyebrows, Aidel’s chest heaved beneath him. For one second, he could see the boy leaning up beneath his foot, blowing towards his face. A gust strong as a hurricane blasted into his face, bowling him head over heels into the air. The winds engulfed him, burning every inch of his body they could reach, and he screamed as he was overwhelmed.

[drabblesofrapture]

Hello Again (Superhero AU)

Our Superhero AU went from really lighthearted to very, very sad...

TW: parental death mention, murder mention, broken friendship

~~~

“Hey.”

Derek squealed and jumped. He turned around to see who had spoken, but nobody was there. “I- Selena?”

Silence.

“You never had to be all quiet, you know?”

Another frightened squeal erupted from Derek as he turned back around. There she was. Selena Mavis, in the flesh. The girl he had been avoiding for almost three years now. He hadn’t planned on changing that anytime soon, but…

“So how was your date?” she asked, crossing her arms. “I hear you and Cora are still going steady. Was the movie great?”

Gulping, Derek clapped his hands together. “Uh– Yeah,” he said, a little louder than he meant to. “Saw it in IMAX. Great film.”

The look on her face made him wish that he still knew her as well as he used to. “Good,” she whispered. “Good.”

They sat for a few moments, staring at each other. Derek waited a few agonizing moments before clearing his throat and stepping back. “Uh– I should be getting home now– It was nice seeing you–”

“Don’t,” Selena said, holding her hand up. “Don’t do that, like we’ll be seeing each other tomorrow like old times. We both know that’s not going to happen.”

Lowering his head, Derek turned away so he wouldn’t have to face her head on. “Look… Selena,” he mumbled. “Why are you here? We… We don’t–”

“Don’t what?” she laughed humorlessly. “Hang out? I noticed. Believe me.

“So why?” she asked. “Why did you start avoiding me? I… I thought we were friends.”

“I–” Derek groaned, running his hands over his face. “Maybe,” he said. “I don’t know, maybe I was scared. Really, really scared.”

“Scared of what?” Selena asked. “Of who? Me?”

Derek’s stare was piercing. “... Yeah,” he finally said. “I think it’s safe to say that I am.”

Her face fell. Somehow, she hadn’t been expecting that. Maybe she wanted him to lie, or to say nothing…

“Why are you surprised?” Derek scoffed. He gestured around at the empty alleyway. “Look what you’ve done. Look what you did back then!”

Selena looked away. “... I’m a different person, now-”

“You killed people, Selena!” Derek practically yelled, struggling to keep his voice down as he stepped unconsciously closer to her. “You killed so many people! Do you fucking understand that?”

Shutting her eyes, Selena took a deep breath. William had said Derek was avoiding the news and all that, she remembered, there was no way he would know how dangerous it was for her to lose control. 

“That’s… of course I do,” she muttered, kicking at a rock. 

“Do you?” Derek asked quietly, moving to try and catch her gaze. “Selena - they’re gone. Gone, gone. No matter what they did to you…”

“You know how much that shit hurt me.” Selena’s voice trembled as she shut her eyes. “They fucking deserved it.”

“No.”

She finally looked back up at Derek. He looked like he didn’t know whether to be scared, or furious, or just… sad. 

“No, Selena. The people that bullied you when we were younger did not deserve to die. None of them.”

Her teeth clenched, and she put a hand to her forehead. It felt wet - it wasn’t raining. She was getting too emotional, she was getting too close to the edge.

“You even killed a mother,” Derek said quietly. “You… I can’t believe you-”

“That kid was safer elsewhere!” Selena yelled, stepping forward. Reaching a tense arm up, she pointed out at the city. “No mom like that, that bully, ever deserves to be around a kid! Never!”

“She grew up, Selena!” Derek shouted back, throwing his arms out to the sides. “This isn’t like a recess fight, you killed her for something that happened years ago!”

“And now it’ll never happen again,” she hissed. “Not from her, and not from any of the other ones.”

“Half of them grew out of it, Selena! At least! You killed people for things they stopped doing, and never did again!”

“That doesn’t mean the hurt goes away! That doesn’t mean they get away with it, they can always go back!”

“So, what, you killed them? Killed them so they never have a chance to redeem themselves!?”

“They already had their chances! What about me, huh!? How about how my life ended up from what they did! They don’t say ‘sorry,’ and they get a nice life and I don’t!? They-”

Selena was cut off. A gust of wind slammed into her like a sledgehammer, and she flew backwards until she rolled to a stop on the ground.

With a groan, she rolled back to her front, pushing herself up with one arm as she wrapped the other around her torso. She definitely had bruises from the concrete, and she would have to be checked over for more.

She lifted her head, her vision beginning to clear as she saw somebody land next to Derek, someone with long blonde hair, touching his arm softly, murmuring to him. Fuck.

“Cora.”

Cora turned around, her eyes landing on Selena. Her eyes turned from that ice and cobalt blue to a full glowing white, and she lifted her hands towards the crumpled figure on the ground. “Don’t come any closer,” she warned. “I won’t let you hurt him.”

A hiss escaped Selena’s teeth as she bared them at Cora. “I would never. Harm. Him.”

“Tell that to Jeff.”

Selena grit her teeth. She could feel them growing sharp. She didn’t care. “Jeff is different,” she growled. “Jeff tricked me, he led me on for years. Derek is-”

“What?” Cora said flatly, stepping closer to her. “Your friend? Someone you trust? You treated everybody like shit and threw them away when they came to help you. You thought you would act differently around Derek?”

“Yes!” Selena shrieked, getting up to her hands and knees. It was starting to rain, droplets falling over her face and hair, mingling with the blank ink down the side of her face. “He’s my friend, he cares, he-”

“You attacked him in his own home!”

“I attacked Will!” Selena screamed, sitting up as she clenched her fists. “I attacked Will, he was there, he’s dangerous, I couldn’t-!”

“STOP!”

The two looked at Derek. His chest was heaving, and he had his hands clutched to his hair. “Just- STOP!” he shouted again, shutting his eyes. He shook his head violently before he looked at Selena again, pointing at her. 

“You-” he swallowed. “We are not friends. Not anymore. Not after you turned your back on everything we were.”

Selena’s heart dropped in her chest. The rain was pouring harder, now, drenching them all and making it hard to hear.

“... Come on,” Cora said quietly, putting a hand onto Derek’s shoulder. “Let’s go home.”

“... Hey…” Selena looked up. She saw her hand reach out to them as they began to turn away, but she couldn’t feel anything but the rain. “Hey, we’re not done-”

“You’ve done enough!” Cora snapped, glaring over her shoulder at the girl. “You’ve hurt him enough! Now go away!”

Selena could only watch numbly as they walked away, Cora covering Derek with her jacket to shield him from the rain. Selena’s own coat was getting soaked, the ends laying on the ground as she knelt there.

“... I…” She couldn’t tell whether or not it was the rain taking her body over with the cold, or the creature taking her body over with the madness again. “... What about me?”

Trembling, she lowered her head to the ground, holding it between her hands like it would explode. She stared wide-eyed at the concrete, propped up on her elbows. The only warmth she could feel now were her tears.

“... He hurt me,” she whispered. “What about me?”

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Naive Princess pt. 7

Part 6

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

TW: Acidic smoke/Chemical burns, gun violence, demons, blood, them mfers be fighting + with magic to boot

~~~

“Keep your filth off of me!” Aidel snarled as a spike of smoke spiked towards Jeff. They were in the thick of combat now, flying and swinging around the room. Between Jeff’s blood and Aidel’s smoke, none of the minors could get a shot in - everything between them was a blur. Every few seconds a desk would splinter, or a filing cabinet would get smashed in. Gildenhos had ordered them to put their guns away. Jeff was fighting, Jeff could handle it.

He stabbed a rope outwards, but it slammed into the wall. Aidel had flown out of the way, responding by whipping a tendril of smoke into the demon. Jeff growled as the smoke burned his skin - was it acid or heat? They had never gotten a full analysis of his powers. It was making things difficult.

"Shouldn't have trusted- you-!" he snarled, his voice distorted now that it had no Glamour. He stabbed his ropes into the ceiling, then swung. His claws were extended to catch Aidel mid-air,but Jeff found his hands embedded in the dirt of the ceiling.

“Oh, never,” Aidel mocked him, holding his hands out. His smoke slashed against Jeff’s bare back, making the demon hiss in pain. Aidel’s teeth grit into each other as he grinned, sending more tendrils to wrap around Jeff’s torso.

He never got the chance - Jeff tensed as he saw the smoke coming, and ropes exploded around him to cover him like a bowl against the ceiling. The smoke made his blood hiss as it began to bubble, but Jeff was getting used to the feeling.

Aidel had to turn his attention away - one of the minors had ignored the order to put their gun away, firing at him. He sniffed as he waved the bullet off-course with a small gust from his palm. Hadn’t they noticed how useless those guns were by now? It wasn’t like any of them had hit him, they only hit Je-

Distracted once again. His eyes widened as a black, wet-sounding rope shot out just a hair’s breadth from his nose. Jerking back, he redirected the winds to hurl towards Jeff once more. 

The demon was lunging from the ceiling when he looked back, one arm creating a shield of blood that blocked the smoke from touching his skin directly. Smart, Aidel could admit, but the air was decidedly his domain. All it took was a slight redirection, and the gales slammed straight down onto the edge of Jeff’s makeshift defense. The impact made Jeff flip off-course, slamming face-first into an overturned desk.

With a triumphant laugh, Aidel turned to the pile of hellspawn surrounding his prize. So much of the girl’s blood had been wasted, now, soaking into the ground. He could only hope that the ungodly amount of blood her system produced would be enough for the summoning.

Taking care of the minors would be easy enough. He used a single tendril to strike at the minor that had shot at him, heavily burning their arms so they couldn’t even hold the gun, let alone fire it. The shout of pain left a grin on the corner of his lips.

The tendril became a cloud, almost hand-like as it darted towards the group of minors. Burning Selena would be fine, as long as her blood wasn’t tainted. She didn’t need to be intact.

A blue, transparent bubble phased into existence around the group, making his smoke whisk harmlessly over the surface - and over them. He growled to himself as he scanned to see which one had done it. A familiar red scarf showed itself dully against the blue; it was that paranoid vampire boy, staring wide-eyed back at him as he cradled the girl. 

Aidel sniffed. Of course it would be the boy who almost ruined everything that decided to be one last hurdle.

Rolling his eyes, he lifted one hand, beginning to curl the cloud over the shield. There was a hissing sound as the boy flinched. Good - the shield could be connected physically to the boy’s pain. If he could make it just painful enough-

He ripped his hand back with a hiss, swiping his other hand across to blow away the fire another demon had summoned. No - not just a demon. It was one of the girl’s siblings. The Greed dragon - he’d lit the smoke on fire with a single breath, his cool, steady gaze burning silently into Aidel.

His teeth grit hard against each other. Great. A Patron, healers, shields. All the things he didn’t want to deal with. This was supposed to be easy.

Oh, and there was the other damned demon.

A black rope wrapped around Aidel’s torso, dragging him down with a steel grip. He started to wave his hand, but he was tackled-midair into the wall, creating a crater that shook the room.

“Got you,” Jeff hissed before wrapping Aidel’s hands to his sides with more ropes. As Aidel squirmed from the impact, coughing to regain his breath, Jeff stepped back, lifting him out from the rubble. He wrapped the ropes around his hand, gripping them tightly in his fist.

~~~

“Sir!” 

Gildenhos only slightly tilted his head towards the minor that approached him, running up from the hallway. “I trust you’ve informed my father about what’s going on?”

“Yes, sir!” The minor nodded. “He’s very wrapped up trying to get away from the crowd, sir. They’re trying to get Belial into position as we speak. Do I need to go back and tell him to hurry?”

“No,” he replied, turning completely forward with a nod. “There’s no hurry. Jeff has the situation handled.”

Part 8

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Naive Princess pt. 6

Part 5

We are getting closer to the part where I got stuck...

TW: Lots of blood, blood loss, knife mention, demon mention (don’t worry, the minors mean minor demons, not actual minors)

~~~

Selena was now lying where Jeff and Gildenhos had stood, breathing hard. There was a minor healing her, then another, and another. They kept appearing in flashes of flames, stumbling in confusion as orders were barked at them. She couldn’t tell what was going on.

A few seconds later, there was a yelp as somebody was teleported in who had been lying down. Pages flipped wildly as they dropped their book. With a groan, he sat up. “What the-”

“Comfort her. She needs healing,” Gildenhos said quickly before disappearing again.

“... What…” Derek suddenly caught the scent of blood, and his breath hitched in his throat as he looked around. There was a group of minors here, maybe seven, clamoring over… somebody. When he lifted his hand, he realized he recognized that spaded tail laying on the floor.

Selena.

“Oh, my god-” He scrambled over to her head, hands already glowing with healing magic. “Oh my god, what happened!?”

She could barely focus, head lolling back and forth. One of the healers grabbed his wrist and placed it on her shoulder. “She’s lost a lot of blood,” they said quickly. “I think somebody was trying to use it in a ceremony. She needs to heal, a lot.”

A small whine from Selena drew his attention then, and he looked her over to try and figure out what was going on. He saw one of the minors holding the blade still in her stomach, the massive amount of blood soaking her front. Her eyelids were fluttering, so he carefully lifted her head and placed it on his lap. “It’s okay, Selena, just stay awake,” he murmured, shaking her a bit. At the small whimper, he nodded, going back to healing her. “There you go… everything’ll be fine. It’ll be fine.”

A crash to his side made him jump in surprise, and his gaze jerked over to the room behind him.

Part 7

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Naive Princess pt. 2

Part 1

The journey into Rapture CONTINUES with some more MAGIC FANTASY WHUMP

TW; Stabbing, Ceremonial blood ritual hinted at, Demon mention, Gun/Bullets mention

~~~

"Yes, of course. I know." Jeff nodded as he replied to a minor demon. He was taking complaints in the Den, arms crossed as he walked into one of the office rooms with the group. "I don't mean to brush you off - I do understand your concerns, but we've already-”

A huge crash suddenly drew everybody's attention, and a couple of minors shouted in surprise, jumping back. The light on the ceiling was swinging, and Jeff felt several ropes and ribbons already creeping out from his back. He narrowed his eyes at the cracked desk, and the two figures on top of it. One of them had purple skin - was it Belial? No, this one had black hair. And the other-

"Jeff!" Selena pushed herself up from the desk, holding an arm to her stomach. Her eyes were wide, her chest heaving. She started to get up, trying to crawl towards him. "Je-"

She didn't get the chance to finish her plea. With a grunt, she was flung hard into the ground, where she hit her back with a cry of pain. Her arm was wrenched away from her stomach on impact, and Jeff saw it. She was bleeding, and an ornate handle was sticking out of her stomach.

He could feel his scleras turning black as he turned to the other figure, who was standing up and brushing themselves off. "You!"

Red eyes met Jeff’s as Aidel adjusted his jacket. With a soft 'tch,' he lifted his hands.

"Open fire!" Jeff shouted, shooting a rope towards Aidel as well, but it was too late. With a flick of his hands, Aidel summoned a dark purple fog around him that swirled into a sphere. Jeff was pushed back by the force of the wind, and everything was blown off of the desks in the room. The wind was already going fast enough that the liquid of Jeff's rope was being sucked away by the shield. He shouted, retracting the rope and clutching his hand to his chest.

The minors that could were shooting at Aidel, but the sphere didn't show any signs of relenting. The wind seemed to catch the bullets, diverting them away. Selena was still on the ground, trying to regain her bearings. She was trying to sit up, but she couldn't. The knife was slipped into her abdomen - if she moved it any more, she'd injure herself. 

“Selena, stay still!" Jeff tried to run to her, but a tendril of smoke whipped out from the sphere. It slammed into his stomach like a car, sending him flying into the wall. He fell to the floor, hitting his shoulder on the ground with a shout of pain. He coughed as he sat up, looking back at the scene between the desks. Another tendril wrapped around Selena's torso, yanking her into an opening in the sphere. All he could glimpse was Aidel's wicked grin as the hole closed, silencing Selena's scream. 

"Selena!"

Part 2