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[ Day 200 ]
Hero villian au-
more like coffee shop au-
Redraw of this scene from my
'People You Know' animatic
#vnox art#dddaily4sherin#grian#gtws#desert duo#trafficblr#desert duo au#H_V_DesertDuet#Super hero au#Civilians#my boys#their back
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In honor of a crumb of murder drones from glitch, here’s another AU me and my friend have been cooking up.
It’s a super hero/villain AU!
“Uzi” the villain! Who uses her real name as her villain name
(And she has two sentinel minions who are absolutely silly)
N J and V who are our heros (surprising I know)
V and N are designed and drawn by my friend Jack who doesn’t have tumblr
“Killer queen” the villain, AKA Lizzy! Absolutely coated in sparkles and glitter
And “Likho” the villain, AKA doll! Designed by my friend!
#I probably will post SOME doodles of this au#but not a lot most likely LOL#I haven’t gotten around to drawing stuff for after death yet but Yknow how it goes!#art#digital art#yes Uzi and N have an enemies to lovers arc FIGHT ME#there’s some more lore to it so if anyone wants it I’ll expand on this au!#murder drones#murder drones uzi#murder drones Lizzy#murder drones doll#murder drones v#murder drones n#murder drones j#murder drones au#super hero au
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TRAPPED | Page 1-2 | TOGH au
oppsie- both of them silly
I've not had you wait until its posted off my patreon because it took so long hsishsjs sorry
Au by myself and @stiffyck
#hermitcraft#fanart#digital drawing#hermitcraftfanart#my art#grian#grian fanart#super hero au#hotguy#togh au#goodtimeswithscar#goodtimeswithscar fanart#mumbo jumbo fanart#cute guy
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LU Superhero AU Rambling
It’s so hard to write my thoughts about my Superhero AU into words, so let’s skip a good chunk of the lore and talk about the Links. I’m going to be a bit incoherent because I am very tired right now.
Sky - So for starters there are Blessings and there are Powers. Powers are typically biological and Blessings are well, blessings from the gods. In Sky’s case, his Blessing was his prophetic dreams from Hylia. His Power is um, honestly somewhat body horror so I won’t describe it too much. To put it simply, he grows a bunch of wings, like a biblically accurate angel. And he has a bunch of feathers. Anyways, his Power is a secret to everyone, including Sun, mostly because he recently discovered that he had this power. Everyone else just thinks that his Blessing is actually his Power. So he doesn’t go out into the fray often, but he is good friends with all of the Heroes and Knights. He also goes go-karting with Wild.
Wild - Okay, it’s crazy time now. So Wild used to be a Hero in training and Flora’s personal Knight, but then the Calamity struck(which was much shorter compared to canon because modern AU) and he lost his memories while the other Champions lost their lives. As well as a bunch of other people like Wild’s entire family but let’s not worry about that. He got trapped in a multiple month coma while Flora held the Calamity in place. Then Wild woke up and helped end the Calamity. He didn’t wield the Master Sword for long(he physically couldn’t after he woke up, it burned him and sapped away his life force)but he did speed run fixing the Divine Beasts and gaining the Champion’s Power, since his Power is being able to use the Powers of ghost/spirits. But he kept this Power a secret mainly because he was in complete and utter denial about the ghosts of his friends following him around. He still thinks that he’s just gone crazy, because he would rather have that.
Twilight - Heheh. So, he doesn’t have a Power but does have a Blessing, which is his ability to turn into a wolf. He parades around in his wolf most of the time, the public believing that he’s just a magic wolf spirit that decided to protect humans. Time also used to do that, so everyone thinks the two wolves are related somehow. Twilight and Time are actually cousins in this AU, because they have to be related somehow. He has a heavy face of goth makeup to cover up his markings whenever he wants to go out. But he generally just stays in wolf form most of the time, his Hylian form having the wolf pelt covering his face-with the Hawkeye mask on underneath it-so that when he is forced to transition into a Hylian, no one would know who he was. He also doesn’t talk too much while disguised, only talking to Wild and Red.
Time - He’s a Hero, but not for the reasons you think. He doesn’t use his Power, or even most of his masks, he’s just a great fighter and can be very intimidating. He wears the Mask of Truth almost all the time while on duty, with some people thinking that it allows him to read the minds of his opponents. It doesn’t do that, but it does helps him talk to Twi while he’s in wolf form. When not on duty, he’s on the farm, with his lovey wife Malon and occasionally blessed with the appearance of Twi in his full face of goth makeup. Time knows that the wolf is Twi but doesn’t tell him, it’s a lot funnier this way.
Wars - So there was this time war that no one remembers except for him, Lana, Commander(aka Artemis but I don’t like calling her that sry), and General Impa. So most know of Wars as an exceptionally excellent Knight turned Hero, who is currently training a younger Hero, Wind. Wars’ Power is the ability to use and identify different magical attributes, like Light, Dark, Fire, Water, and Lightning. Also because of the time war, everything kinda got messed up. Basically, it’s the cause of this AU every existing. Wars is very aware of this. He feels very responsible for this, because the whole thing started because Cia is a horrible person and wanted to be with him.
Wind - His Hero name is Wind Waker. Need I say more. He has wind powers. I honestly can’t think of much for him rn, I’m so sorry.
Four - He still hides the fact that he can split into four, but now he is split into four all the time while on duty. Legend is the only one who is aware of this, mainly because he had used the 4Sword before. Four’s Power is being able to turn into a Minish. Also Red is besties with Wolf Twi, they care so much about each other it’s so cute and I wish I could share all my thoughts about it. But alas, I am not going to, because I am far too tired.
Legend - The most famous Hero, unfortunately. He has no Powers of his own, but he does have a fuck ton of magical items and is very skilled with them. Before the story starts he had just came back from Hytopia, being a Triforce Ranger and having the time of his life. But now he has the Power to move his soul between the Doppels, and potentially…other vessels. He’s not going to tell anybody about this, of course not. Currently is training Hyrule, because he feels like Hyrule is connected to him, somehow.
Hyrule - He has a lot of Powers, he is the magic man. He’s a Hero in training even though he already saved two Zeldas, but that’s partially because his area of Hyrule he was from was far away from the area of Hyrule the story’s set. They don’t know much about him and his Zeldas.
Also this is all subject to change and may not be indicative of my actual thoughts and plans for this AU since I am not great at explaining things, especially right now.
#linked universe#linked universe au#lu sky#lu wild#lu twilight#lu time#lu warriors#lu wind#lu four#lu legend#lu hyrule#super hero au#god this kept getting more and more incoherent as I wrote on. literally have to stop myself because no one would understand what I’m saying#I barely understand what I was saying ngl#I’ll uh revisit this one day#I got a lot to say about four twi and wild specially#fever rambles
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I had to do another cosmic Chaos Comic ^^ (first one I did here)
Thank you @enigmaticcattic for letting me play with your AU, it helped me get through this week ^^
(superhero AU here)
#Super hero AU#fnaf sun#sundrop#fnaf moon#moondrop#fnaf eclipse#villian Sun#hero Moon#mayor eclipse#mayor eclipse has powers too#y/n#y/n is a smol shy bean#enigmaticcattic#still mourning#getting better though#comic#silly comic#needed more flirting in this one XD#art#my art#moon in hot pants#I wrote the script#not my au#cosmic chaos
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It was finally happening!
Glimmer and Adora was going to have a full day together.
Glimmer had cleared her calendar. She had re-cleared it. She had very, very carefully explained to her personal assistants that she was not to be disturbed unless it was a life or death situation (and implied that if she was, she might very well be creative when it came to just who's death).
She had booked a table at her favourite café. And that bought tickets to the zoo. And then there was that little ridiculously overpriced spa with the oversized hot tubs...
Now she eagerly waited for Adora to show up.
She knew Adora would show up at any moment...
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I give you, the two alien princes from the super hero au
Here is the tiktok that goes with it
#digital art#art#sanders sides#artists on tumblr#suped up sides au#super hero au#ts art#roman sanders#remus sanders
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STORMBORN UPDATE
Chapter 5 is out!
''Even when you aren't ready to face them, your fears wait for no one.''
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Working on what Debbie's Starform would look in my AU
I think I'm close but not there yet, I'm to get more of like a stardust cloud look
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Randomly drew Yugi as a super hero!
His name is Star Bolt, and he can create light constructs, kind of like the lantern corps, but his ability is probably limited to toys and games only lol
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I watched superman fly away ⁉️
#super hero au#percyjackson#heroes of olympus#heroes of olympus fanart#percy jackson fanart#pjo#spiderman#doctor octopus annabeth!!!#sandman will solace#but also gwen stacy will solace…#valgrace#percabeth#solangeo
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[ Day 197 ]
A lil sneak peak of my full ref redos
HV IS BACK BA BE
Thank you unclecrickett and @Annamositwo for agreeing to help me get this thing running again! <3
#vnox art#dddaily4sherin#grian#gtws#desert duo#trafficblr#desert duo au#H_V_DesertDuet#Super hero au#Civilian outfits#im so excited for them to be back#my boys#their back
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Wait, in your hero AU there are 4 sectors but only 6 heros/villains, so what happens in sector 4?
i know im probably like really late to responding to this but Doll holds two sectors, so she roams sector 1 and 2. 3 belongs to uzi and 4 belongs to lizzy.
#and in return V protects sector 1 and 2#N protects sector 3#and J protects sector 4#super hero au#murder drones#murder drones au#murder drones uzi#murder drones n#murder drones doll#murder drones V#murder drones lizzy#murder drones J#Murder drones super hero au
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Could I get a little Scar and Jellie reunion cuddle ^^
He missed his cat :(
#hermitcraft#fanart#digital drawing#hermitcraftfanart#my art#super hero au#hotguy#togh au#goodtimeswithscar fanart#goodtimeswithscar#bdubs#bdubs fanart#jellie
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Tos Superhero Au
Alan - Super Speed
Alan has super speed, he can run faster than the speed of sound. With Super speed comes the classic high metabolism, because he runs a lot he burns through energy real quickly. So, he is always snacking on something
Gordon - Water Manipulation
He can control water at will, and he can control anything with water in it.
John - Spatial Manipulation
John can manipulate space at will. He only uses his powers in an emergency, for if he uses his powers he gets a really bad headache. He’s the most powerful Tracy, but you wouldn’t know it.
Virgil - Healing Powers/ Super Strength
Virgil is the only one with dual powers in his family, He has classic super strength. His healing powers are basically, He gives some of his life source to heal. So, the bigger the wound, the more of his life source he needs to heal the wound. So, he needs some time in between healing people, or else he will die.
Scott - Wing Manifestation
Scott can grow a pair of black angel like wings, also he can detach his wings from his back at a moments notice. Though it Painful for Scott to grow his wings, the first time he grew his wings it was a bloody mess. Now there’s two holes in his back where his wings grow, but it’s still painful.
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I changed Gordon powers, well if you have and questions about the Au just ask .
Onto Lady P and Parker
#thunderbirds 1965#thunderbirds#Tos Au#super hero au#john tracy#scott tracy#virgil tracy#alan tracy#gordon tracy
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Whumptober #28
This is an AU based on the 2009 film Push. So, The Man From UNCLE but with super powers!
xxx we might not make it to the morning
“Ah, there you are. I was wondering if you’d come.” One corner of her mouth is upturned, and there’s nothing in Victoria’s tone, in the way she speaks, that’s out of the ordinary. And yet…There’s something there, something that tickles the back of Napoleon’s mind and then disappears the moment he reaches for it, like grasping at smoke.
It unsettles him, even as he puts on a false smile of his own, calm and full of charm. “How could I not? When a stunning woman such as yourself extends an invitation, one would be a fool not to accept it. I brought champagne.” He lifts the bottle slightly, and she steps out of the doorway so Napoleon can enter the suite, closing the door behind him. Napoleon sets the champagne down and turns to Victoria with one eyebrow quirked. “So what is it you wanted to discuss? An art deal, perhaps?”
Victoria grins broadly, showing pearly white teeth that remind Napoleon of a wolf’s, and she lets out a laugh. “Come now, Napoleon. Neither of us is that naive, so let’s not pretend.”
Napoleon’s stomach ties itself in knots at the use of his real name, but he’s careful not to let his shock show. His cover is blown, but he has to keep his head. “Damn,” he says. “I thought I was doing so well.”
“Oh, don’t sell yourself short, Agent Solo. You were doing very well!”
“What, so you found a Watcher, then? A Sniff?”
The woman watches him out from under heavy, dark lashes. There’s something predatory in her gaze, and Napoleon feels the hair on the back of his neck stand up. His strategy shifts immediately from gathering what intelligence he can to finding a way out of here, now.
But then…she speaks. And realization barely has time to hit him before her words crash over him and into him, entangling her lies with his reality.
“You really shouldn’t trust that big Russian ape, you know.”
Napoleon frowns. She’s only barely started to Push, and the contradicting thoughts in his mind confuse him. Surely she can’t mean…“Illya?”
“Kuryakin, yes. He’s still working with them. It’s dreadful, really, the way he’s using you and dear little Gaby. Playing you for fools.”
Confusion slowly turns to anger, and Napoleon feels his hands curl into fists. “I’ll kill him.”
He doesn’t notice Victoria’s amused smile, or the blackness of her eyes. “Now, there’s an idea. He’ll see you coming, though. The man is tracking you, after all.”
Napoleon’s thoughts are heavy and plodding, like there’s weights around their ankles, and it takes him a long moment before he says, “That’s impossible. I check my clothes, and my shoes.”
Victoria sighs, walking past Napoleon and to the nightstand next to the bed. He turns to watch her. “No, no darling. You misunderstand me. He didn’t place the tracker on you, did he? He planted it in you, in your belly.”
Napoleon’s heart rate picks up, hands breaking into a sweat. His head hurts. This doesn’t seem right, but she’s said so and--
“The bastard,” he says.
“Indeed.” She opens the nightstand drawer and pulls something out, lifting it to show him. A small paring knife. She places the point against the tip of her finger and looks at it thoughtfully. “If you want to kill him, which you do, you’ll need to get that pesky tracker out first and destroy it.”
A tracker, a Russian tracker inside him all this time, Kuryakin and the fucking KGB aware of his every move, his every secret…All of it lies. His trust given to the enemy, to a man who’s needled his way into his life and used him.
He needs to get the tracker out and smash it to pieces. And then he needs to find Illya and smash him to pieces, too.
Victoria closes the space between herself and Napoleon and reaches up with one hand, gently running the back of her long fingers down his face, lingering at his jaw.
“I’d love to stay and watch, I really would, but unfortunately I’ve more important matters to see to. Much less entertaining, though. Pity.” She sighs wistfully and holds out the knife. “You’ll need this. A bit short, but it’s sharp enough.”
Napoleon takes the blade from Victoria and she plants a kiss on his lips, lingering a long moment before she pulls away with a smile.
“Goodbye now, Napoleon. We shan’t be seeing each other again, I don’t think. And do be quiet, we don’t want anyone coming in here and trying to stop you.”
Napoleon nods idly, staring down at the small weapon he’s been handed as Victoria leaves the suite.
The agent turns the knife in his hand so it’s pointed toward his belly. His body’s instinct to survive is shouting at him, trying to seize control of his limbs. But there’s a tracker inside him, put there by a man who has lied to him, violated him, betrayed him. And he needs to get it out. He has to. Mind overrides body and he drives the knife forward, plunging it into the right side of his torso, halfway between ribs and hip. The pain pulls the breath out of him and the blood is instant, welling up around the blade and soaking his crisp, white shirt. He’s on the floor before he knows he’s falling, sitting on the carpet against the settee, his legs outstretched before him. His heart pounds in his chest, in his ears, as he starts to pull the knife to the left (the woman wasn’t lying, the knife is sharp) and his hands begin to tremble as more blood spills from him. His body shakes as he continues, quaking with the effort of containing the screams that want to erupt from him--screams of agony, of hurt, of rage. He doesn’t let them out though, he can’t. Only the occasional whimper or groan slips through his lips, though the sounds are quickly stifled. Mostly he gasps, rapid, sharp breaths through flared nostrils, his mouth drawn into a thin grimace.
He wants to stop.
But then Victoria’s voice again, and her words push every other conscious thought aside so that he’s focused only on his task. To get the tracker out.
He’s shaking so badly he can hardly hold the knife, so he wraps his left hand around his right and then he keeps moving. He doesn’t think about the fact that his lap is becoming increasingly wet and warm as blood spills from the lengthening split in his belly. Doesn’t think about the fact that, despite the sweat on his forehead, he’s growing colder.
He has to get the tracker out.
And then he’s going to kill Illya Kuryakin.
xxx
They don’t wait for the girl at the front desk to give them a key. They don’t have the time, and Illya can blast the door open anyway, and does so with more strength than Gaby has seen in a while, nearly knocking it from its hinges. He bursts into the room and then freezes so abruptly that Gaby runs into the back of him.
“Illya!” she gripes, and steps out from around him and then she freezes, too. “Mein Gott.”
Napoleon is on the floor, slumped against a settee, his face shiny with sweat and a sickly shade of gray and there’s blood, there’s so much blood all over his front and his hands and the white carpet beneath him and she’s seen a lot since working with Waverly but this…Bile rises in her throat and she has to turn away, doubling over and clutching her stomach and waiting for the moment to pass. This seems to rouse Illya from his daze and her charges forward.
“Cowboy!” he cries, and Gaby looks up in time to see the Russian fall to his knees beside the agent. He’s muttering in Russian, words too low and fast for Gaby to understand but she thinks he may be praying as he puts two fingers to Napoleon’s neck, searching for a pulse.
“Is he--”
“He is alive,” Illya says. “Go find clean towels, we must try and control the bleeding.”
Gaby nods, hurrying off to the bathroom, and she’s grateful to have a moment to herself, to collect herself as she collects the towels. She’s strong and Napoleon Solo is strong and it’s going to be okay.
That’s when the shouting starts.
She hears Illya first. “Solo, what are you--You are badly injured you must--”
And then Napoleon, and the tone in his voice sends ice in her veins.
“Get the fuck off me, I’ll kill you!” There’s a tiredness in his voice, a slurred quality to his words that she knows comes with being badly hurt, but even so the words are laced with fury and hatred and she hurries back to the two agents.
Napoleon has a knife in his red-with-blood hand, holding it up in front of him, and Gaby can see it shaking. Illya is a step back, hands up in a gesture of retreat, face twisted in hurt and confusion.
“Napoleon!”
Gaby’s cry gets his attention and he looks over at her, then down at his belly. “I have to get it out. Gaby, I--I have to get it out!”
And then he’s aiming the knife at himself, moving quickly but Illya is quicker and grabs both his wrists. The knife clatters to the ground and Napoleon’s face darkens with rage.
“Cowboy, it’s me!” Illya cries. “You’re badly wounded, we have to get you to help, do you understand?”
“You’re a liar,” Napoleon snarls, jerking slightly as he tries to free himself from the Russian’s grip. The action is quickly followed by a sound of pain and his eyes squeeze shut.
“Illya, let him go,” Gaby says, barely keeping her voice from shaking. “He’ll hurt himself more trying to fight you.”
“He will hurt himself anyway if I let him go.” There’s desperation in Illya’s voice, written on his face and in his body, in the uncertainty that is as plain in his grip as the strength. “It--it is bad, Gaby. The towels--he needs the towels.”
Gaby nods, kneeling beside the two men and it’s only then, with the blood on the carpet soaking through the knees of her trousers, that she fully takes in Napoleon’s injury. It’s nothing short of ghastly--a long, ragged cut running from one side of his belly to the other. It's hard to tell but she notes that there doesn't seem to be anything other than blood spilling from the gash. It offers some comfort, but not much.
She’s seen what a powerful Pusher can do, and Victoria is obviously not short on power. It’s plain that Napoleon doesn’t have much strength left in him, but whatever she’s planted in his mind is compelling him to use every ounce of it acting on whatever she’s told him to do, even if it kills him.
She positions herself next to Illya, who’s still holding Napoleon’s wrists, and presses a towel to the long gash, and another, and it’s obvious that he’s in agony but he doesn’t scream, just writhes weakly and lets out small, hair raising whimpers.
“We can’t move him like this,” Gaby says. “Maybe if he were calm, but he is bleeding too much and there’s no way he’ll let you get him out of here. He needs a Stitch. You know one here in Rome, don’t you? Go make the call.”
Illya’s jaw works, eyes growing watery, and he shakes his head once. “I will give you the number. I won’t leave him.”
“You have to!” she snaps, then sighs. “Illya, you have to.”
He reluctantly releases his hold on Napoleon, who immediately reaches for the towels Gaby’s holding against his wound. He’s weak, though, and Gaby easily stops him, taking his bloody hands in hers.
“Go!” she barks, and Illya hurries away.
“He--he--” Napoleon gasps, looking at Gaby with eyes wide and wild.
“What is it, Solo?” she says gently, hoping that she can coax something out that will help her deal with whatever lies Victoria has forced on him.
“He lied to us. The--the--the bastard! Put a tracker in me…I have to get it out.”
So that’s what Victoria told him. She has to think quickly.
“You did!” she says, and his brow furrows in confusion.
“What?” His hands relax in hers, just slightly.
“You already got it out,” she says, slowly releasing one of his hands and waiting for a moment to make sure he doesn’t try and hurt himself again. Then she reaches into her pocket and draws out one of the beads from her broken bracelet and holds it up. “See? It was on the floor, you must have missed it. You already got it out.”
He still looks slightly bewildered, but he nods slowly. “I got it out,” he murmurs, and lets out a long sigh, and as he does his eyes drift shut and his head dips down toward his chest.
“Solo!” Gaby puts her hand on his face, tilting his head upward. Her already hammering heart beats so fast that it aches, with fear, with desperation. A Stitch can’t help a dead man. “Solo, come on. You have to stay awake until help comes. Napoleon!”
She almost weeps with relief when she hears Illya’s voice in the hall, and he appears a moment later, a short, harsh-looking older woman in tow.
“Christ, that’s a lot of blood,” she says in a thick Dublin as she sets eyes on Napoleon. “Is he still breathing?”
Gaby nods. “He’s alive.”
“Alright, help me get him onto his back.”
Illya and Gaby move quickly and carefully, shifting Napoleon so that he’s lying flat on his back on the blood-soaked floor. The woman places her hand on Napoleon’s belly, one on either side of the wound. She glances up at Illya.
“Your friend is about to make a lot of noise. Might bring some unwanted attention.”
“I will deal with it, Brigid,” Illya practically growls. “Just help him!”
Brigid nods and slowly starts to move her hands. Gaby watches in fascinated horror as the torn flesh deep within the wound begins to knit. As it does, Napoleon stirs, just a little at first, a pained whimper escaping his lips. Whimper becomes groan, and he writhes under Brigid’s hands, and then his back arches and he screams and the sound makes Gaby’s stomach churn. Brigid doesn’t seem phased, barely even seems to notice, just continues her bloody work. Gaby has to blink back tears and she looks up to see Illya doing the same, the big Russian’s jaw tense as he stares up at the ceiling while Napoleon cries out.
And then it’s over and Napoleon’s body goes limp, sweat beading his forehead as his head lolls to one side, his breath coming in high, breathy gasps.
“Boy’s just been through hell,” Brigid says, standing. “But he’ll be back on his feet in a few hours.”
“Thank you,” Illya says. “Thank you.”
Brigid just nods. “You owe me one, Kuryakin.” And she leaves the apartment without another word. Illya watches her go, then turns to Gaby.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. Are you?”
Illya sniffs once, looking away, then looks back at her. “The way he spoke to me…He was so angry.”
There’s a noise in the hall and Gaby swears under her breath.
“Illya, we need to get him out of here.”
“He does not trust me.” Illya’s voice is small. Broken.
“We’ll figure it out,” Gaby says softly.
Illya nods, his expression darkening. “And then we find Victoria.”
“And then we find Victoria,” Gaby agrees.
It doesn’t matter how powerful Victoria Vinciguera is. She’s going to pay for this.
xxx
#whumptober2023#no.28#bloody knife#the man from uncle#fic#blood tw#violence tw#self harm tw#self injury tw#brainwashed#magical healing#painful healing#napoleon solo#illya kuryakin#tmfu#tmfu fic#tmfu au#super hero au#push au#whumptober#my writing#my fic#whump#whump fic
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