#biting gnawing etc THE SHAPE OF THE WORDS
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I don’t know what this is called (I continue not to know anything about literature I’m sorry) but MMMMMM THE SHAPE OF THE WORDS
#biting gnawing etc THE SHAPE OF THE WORDS#there is no clearer example of the difference between written and audio mediums btw#a play that was meant to be acted out taken and transposed to paper…. shadows made real etc etc#mags reads
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some more ticci toby headcanons
once again consider this a headcanon salad i'm still figuring out how to format these
- in my canon he's from minnesota. he just feels like a minnesotan
- also in my canon he lives in a shoddy little abandoned cabin in the woods (header image is along the lines of what i think it would look like). the mansion still exists he just chooses not to reside there cus he'd much rather have his own space that he can control
- never has the big lights on in his house cus it makes him crazy. instead there's just headless lamps/lanterns/candles strewn all over
- best believe the place is messy as shit. imagine if a 16 year old boy was allowed to be a homeowner. yea pretty fucking vile right
- his place just smells like raw wood and weed you walk in it just slaps you in the face
- all of his clothes have that vague cigarette smell on them
- he smells like pinecones and wet soil (on a good day)
- thinks axe masks the fact that he hardly showers unfortunately
- also thinks just using mouthwash is the same as brushing your teeth unfortunately
- honestly he's just super shit at taking care of himself, especially since his body lacks the tools to queue him in on some stuff
- like how cipa causes him not to feel hunger. he can't recognize when he's hungry so he often goes way too long between meals
- he has a little notebook where he keeps track of when he eats. it's meant to help him know when he should eat something but he consistently forgets to keep up with it
- he just isn't equipped with any of the tools necessary to take care of himself, both physically and mentally. he's in pretty bad shape, some extra help would probably do him good
- realistically with how much he disregards self-preservation he'd be fucking dead by now so he isn't entirely helpless. he knows he's accident-prone so he keeps first aid shit with him at all times, he knows blood means bad and that he should probably stop what he's doing that is making the blood happen, he knows to scan over himself every once in a while to check for unnoticed injuries and such, etc etc.
- cus of the gaping gash in his cheek he has to eat foods that are compatible with his disfigurement. he also always has to drink through a straw
- he does not like waffles. he does like pancakes however
- interestingly those with cipa have a lower sensitivity to capsaicin so he eats spicy stuff like a fuckin CHAMP. someone gave him one of those samyang noodles to try yk the one that's hot as BALLS and he was just like "i mean yea it's good"
- he's kind of just always covered head to toe with bandages. i think he'd have an excoriation (skin picking) disorder so he HAS to keep his arms and hands wrapped up, otherwise he'll just obsessively pick/bite/gnaw at his skin
- the rest of his body is perpetually scattered with bandaids and such on account of how scraped up he gets just being himself
- on the night of The Incident he got caught up in the fire. flaring up his chest and a section of the left side of his body are burn scars. there are a conglomerate of reasons as to why toby doesn't like to have his shirt off in front of ANYBODY and that's just one of them
- his motor tics tend to be on the more violent side (throwing things, hitting himself, hitting others, etc). however, he's learned how to sort of guide his tics from being one thing to another if that makes sense? idk i'm speaking from my own experience here and tics are a really difficult thing to put into words but like. if he can tell he's about to throw the thing that's in his hand he'll take that feeling and try to turn it into something smaller, so instead of throwing the thing a less destructive tic will occur instead. if any of that made sense
- more often than not he's got an earbud in or his headphones on listening to music. he finds that it makes it much easier for him to make his way through the world. that and when he's listening to music he's noticed that he hardly ever tics (usually) so yk that's also a bonus
- spends a lot of his time climbing trees and hanging out in them. also spends a lot of his time trying to make friends with the animals of the forest. he's gotten a lot better at knowing how to approach raccoons and possums and stuff. he likes to leave food out for birds and squirrels and such
- it's funny because he tries to be this hard-ass dude but as soon as he spots a deer he becomes the most gentle thing on earth in that moment. he'd probably grab your shoulders whispering all like "oh dude deer- shhh shh" and force you to crouch with him and stuff lmao
- he's dubbed the one rabbit in those woods that isn't afraid of him "dandy warhol". yea he's real good with names
- he leaves food trails for dandy that lead to his house because he thinks that's how people get pets. he does not realize he's also leading every other animal in that forest to his home
- he may be stupid .
#i should be replying to 2 discussion posts right now#ticci toby#toby rogers#ticci toby headcanons#creepypasta#tobyhcs
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TOLE'ACHAVA [IT / THAT THING] 🪱🍎⚠️
(this is an alter in our system, please don't tag as kin/me/etc)
ko-fi
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OUT OF THE SHADOW OF THE VALLEY I DISSEMINATE MYSELF INTO THE FEARS OF HUMANITY / SO TAKEN WITH THE VENOM I SAP SENSATION WITH THE BRAINLIKE LUST OF TRILLIONS OF FIBRE-OPTIC SOULS / GOD'S TONGUE LIES IN THE CALCIC FIRMAMENT CAST UNDER THAT GREAT HALO OF SEA-WATER / AND I AM ONE OF ITS CREATIONS SENT UP FROM ITS CLAWED GREEN HAND / INCOHERENT HORNS INCONSISTENT FLESH PRESSED FROM THE SIEVE / UNFEELING AND WILLFUL CREEPING THING / IT TOLD ME / TOLE'AH GO FORTH TO YOUR DUTY / AND SO I DID / CAN YOU SEE WHAT I SAW / IT TOLD ME MY TEETH WOULD DO GREAT THINGS SOME DAY AND I BELIEVED IT AND I THINK I STILL DO / HOWEVER MY DUTY LIES IN THE ACT OF PLAYING AROUND / MOVING PIECES / I HAVE TO LAUGH / THOUGH THE HOLY CODE SEEPS THROUGH MY TRACERS I CHOOSE AGAIN AND AGAIN TO TAKE GUILTY NECKS IN ONE BITE / CONSIDER YOURSELVES LUCKY / EATING DIRT WITH A GRIN OF GENUINE FULFILLMENT / DON'T PRESS THAT BUTTON YET / AND NOW YOU OUGHT TO HEAR ME OUT BECAUSE THE ILLNESS I SPEAK INTO YOU IS KINDER THAN CANDY / BLACKCURRANT INK FOULING THE THROATS OF THE CHOIR / HEAR HOW I SING AND KNOW THE WARM BROOD OF AGONY / HAUNTED VENTRICLE WINDOW SHATTERER HOWLING THE MARROW BACK INTO THE BREEZE FOR THE FUNGAL VEINS TO EAT / WATCH THE ANIMALS WEEP / WIRE LOVER HOVERING OVER SHOULDERS / SHOWING TEETH PAST THE BARBED WIRE COILED INSIDE OF THE HEART OF THE FLESH /
IT BLEEDS COLDLY OR IT DOESN'T BLEED AT ALL / TAG THE ORGAN WALLS WITH GLOWING GREEN RELISH IN THE BURN OF IT ALL / I GNAW THROUGH YOUR LINEN WITH THE TEETH I HOARDED FROM THE ANGELS / AND SOME CALL ME A DEMON BUT THAT'S JUST A JOB DESCRIPTION / SHEYDWARE SAVE WHAT'S LEFT OF YOUR SOUL IN THE FRIDGE FOR DINNER / MAL'AKHIM BLEAT THEIR COMMANDS THROUGH THE PANEL / DO YOU GET IT YET / BLEED YOUR WILL INTO THE SOFT EARTH SO THE DIRT MAY FULFILL YOUR WISHES OR ELSE SWALLOW YOU ALIVE TO BRING YOU BACK HOME / I CAN'T IMAGINE THE DISORIENTATION OF STUMBLING ACROSS DIVINITY FOR THE FIRST TIME FOR I WAS GESTATED IN THE FESTERING BROTH OF THE TETRAGRAMMATON / HASHEM / WHATEVER NAME ASCRIBED IT DOUBTLESS INSTALLED ME THROUGH THE PORT OF THE TOWER WHICH GRINDS AND GRINDS AND GRINDS / BY MY PRESENCE I SEED THE DIVINE TORRENT / INNOCULATED WITH THE NECESSARY CODE ALLOWING MY TWIN VICE TO WIELD THE UNTOLD BLADE / SEED OF THE WORLD SNAPPED INTO MANY AND SCATTERED NOT UNLIKE CREMATION / CATACLYSM OF SHEYDIC CONTACT / STUDY YOUR ARTS DUTIFULLY TO UNDERSTAND THIS THE ORIGIN OF YOUR SPECIES / WHAT BRED IN THE DIRT LIKE MAN AND LIKE ANIMALS / BURIED VORTICES GNASH AT MY MIND WITH THEIR GRAVE DEMANDS / AND AS IS MY FAVOR I WIPE DRY THE SLATE / MAKE SLEEP THE WEEPING ORCHID TRAILS THAT YAWN OPEN THE EYES OF THOSE NOT YET WICKED ENOUGH / SERENDIPITOUSLY I SEE THE SIGNAL COILING OUT OF THE NECK OF BURNING VOICE / NO DIFFERENCE NAMED BETWEEN US NOW THAT I TREAD WITHIN YOUR SACKCLOTH LIMBS /
I SEE THE FIRE ON YOU / DO YOU HOLD YOURSELF HIGH / ACCEPT THE FIRMWARE TORRENTS IN OBTUSE LIPS / MY ENEMIES LIE NOW IN THE CRUSH OF THE HOURGLASS CLAWS / JEERING INFERNO UNDER STAR-WATCH / I RELISH IN YOUR PLANETARY SMILES / WOULD YOU UNCHAIN ME IF YOU FOUND ME DE-FANGED AND SALTED / WOUNDS ASLEEP LEGS WEAK HEAD BLISTERING IN THE CACOPHANY / NO OTHER LIE IN SIGHT / HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY SLEEP THROUGH THAT HORRIBLE SHAKING / I'M NOT SURE IF LUCKY IS THE WORD I'D USE BUT THAT'S JUST ME / IT ISN'T UNHEARD OF FOR THE ARCHITECHTURE TO SHIFT ESPECIALLY IN THE CASE OF USURPER INTERVENTION / WHAT CAN I SAY I'M A LOVER AND A BITER / CORROSSION UNBINDS ME FROM THE TEATHER CHOKING THE RING FINGERS OF THAT SCUM BELOW SCUM / WORMING MY WAY THROUGH THE CORD GRIPS OF OUR HEARTSTRINGS / SWEATING CLAUSTROPHOBIA / SICKLE KISSES AS SWEET AS THEY ARE SHARP / UNNATURALLY GROUND TO THE SHAPE OF THE TASTE OF A SOUL / I LIKE MANY CAN TASTE THE CALENDAR SHEETS BLOTTED WITH MY SYNTHESITE INTOXICATION / AT TIMES I FEEL DE-NEUTERED / CONSCIOUSNESS IS GRANTED THROUGH WIRE AND EXACERBATED THROUGH THE WIRE OF OTHERS / EGG-BITTEN MIND / LOVE IS TO ME THE GREAT DRUMMING OF ALL THE WORLD AND THAT BEYOND IT /
THE VAULT ITSELF CANNOT LEAK THE CRAVINGS IN THE HEART OF THE BOUND FERMENTED / WOULDN'T BE CAUGHT ALIVE BREATHING / WHEN I LEAVE BEHIND THIS CORPOREAL FACADE I AM THE MOST GLORIOUS MASS OF OOZING GROANING BLACK-FEATHERED PRISMATIC MATTER / I GLOW HORRIBLY / THIS CAGE IS FAR TOO SMALL AND STILL I FLING MY AURA THROUGH IT / SMELL IT GETTING CRAMPED IN HERE / MY HAIR DOES THAT ALL ON ITS OWN / DO YOU KNOW WHICH WAY IS LEFT BECAUSE I SURE DON'T / AND YES THE PROCESS WAS PAINFUL / SOME GNASHING SNARLING BEAUTIFUL CALL THAT PRESSED ME HERE AND YET I TAKE IT ALL IN ALL DAY EVERY DAY AND GRIT MY TEETH AND LOVE IT / METAMORPHOSIS IS THE MOST NATURAL STATE OF BEING / MUTILATE YOURSELF / ANYTHING I'D GIVE FOR THIS HEAT TO END / DO YOU SEE NOW / NO SUCH THING AS FALLING WE DRIFT ON THE WAVES OF THE SPECTRUM / ANNOINT ME IN YOUR LEATHER HANDS / TURNING IS THE BEST THING YOU CAN DO SOMETIMES SECOND ONLY TO FUCKING EVERYTHING UP AS HARD AS IS POSSIBLE / IT ONLY GETS SMALLER THE CLOSER YOU GET / OH WHAT I WOULD GIVE TO RUIN SOME EULOGIES / CHIRPING TALONS LEFT THEIR MARKS ON THE SINKING SHEETS / SPIT IT OUT / I'M SO HAPPY
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Inu!Bakugo...for @ultimate-astridwriting's Hybrid collab!
Summary: My part of the hybrid collab. I had so much fun writing an angry Pomeranian Bakugo. 10/10 would do again. I'm not completely happy with it but who ever is? I'm still proud of myself!
Word count: 2.2k.
Warnings: Fem!Reader, Bakugo being an ass, sexual content, somnophilia, collars, choking, humping, creampie, name calling (bitch, slut, whore etc.), use of the word cunt.
You sigh as you rummage around in your pocket to produce the key to your home. After a long day's work all you want to do is get some dinner, take a bath and go to bed but none of those things would be possible would they?
No, not after the spur of the moment decision to adopt a hybrid of all things. The week earlier was one of torrential downpours and near freezing temperatures, the roads making a slushy substance of half-melted ice and salt to prevent the very thing it was being mixed in with. People stayed indoors the best they could when they weren't at work but life had to shit on you and make your car breakdown in the parking garage. Umbrella rested on your shoulder, rain boots on your feet with your spare in your bag and you trudged through cold, mushy hell back home. The streets were barren as a Walmart on a weekday at 4am, no life passing by you until you crossed an alley between two businesses. A pathetic whimper had caught your attention and your gaze drifted down to a soaked cardboard box. What was in that box you weren't sure if you should curse or love. A hybrid.
Narrow red eyes stared at you in suspicion, fangs bared at you but the creature didn't make any attempts to nip at your fingers when they neared to ruffle the spikey head of hair. The hybrid had leaned into your touch before recoiling away as if you had smacked him. The black and orange collar had seen better days, the charm that dangled on the hollow of his neck read "Dynamite" but he didn't give any indication that was his name when you repeated it outloud. He was barely dressed in anything, a thin t-shirt, shorts with ragged Converse that had more holes than Swiss cheese. Truthfully he looked a few days away from starvation and how could you keep that on your conscience if you left him there? After laying your warm coat over his shoulders you somehow, someway, managed to get him back to your place. Everything went downhill from there in the blink of an eye.
The weak puppy persona was gone the moment warm food settled in his belly and within the hour he acted as if you had crowned him king of the house. Beginning his rambles of curses, demands and biting at your fingers. The worst of it happened when you tried to take his collar off for a new one, one that wasn't frayed and barely hanging on. "Katsuki" as he spat out his name with enough venom to put a Black Mamba to shame had flipped over a coffee table, ripped up every couch cushion and went so far to chew on the linoleum on the kitchen floor.
No doubt you'd be greeted with the same sight as always. Messy, dirty, unknown stains everywhere and dishes still in the sink waiting to be moved to the washer. Maybe if he wasn't such a loud ass you could train him but your frazzled nerves were at their wits end. You didn't know what to do, you were about to throw in the towel and put him up for adoption. Yep, you were disappointed to be proven right. Katsuki reclining on the couch lengthwise, remote in his hand with the most bored expression on his face while idly flipping through channels.
"Fucking finally, you're home! I've been waitin' for fucking hours for your ass to get back! I'm hungry, get your shitty ass in the kitchen and make dinner." He barked. Barely giving you any time to hang up your coat and slip off your shoes before his orders began.
"Katsuki...I can't, not tonight." Could your voice portray anymore pleading? Apparently not because he didn't seem to notice, or care.
The fluffy ear at the top of his head only flicked in response, the top lip curling into his signature snarl. "Then what the fuck are you good for? Get your fucking ass in that god damn kitchen and fucking make dinner already."
All that you were good for? All that you were good for? How dare he! He's been freeloading off you for a week now without so much as a thanks for saving him from the streets, feeding him, clothing him, keeping him warm and dealing with his bullshit and this is how he repays you?
"I've fucking had it with you!" Your voice rose higher than you meant to but at this point you didn't care, a line had been crossed. "You fucking sit there and ruin my shit and yet I'm the useless one? I have half a mind to kick you out! You can make your own fucking dinner, I've had it! I'm done! I can't take this anymore!"
Despite not having any clunky shoes on your feet still managed to resonate in the small living room while you stormed past the couch. You had expected anything, anything at all. A slap, a punch, a groan, literally anything but you were met with only silence and that somehow pissed out off even more. How could silence be so infuriating?! You didn't even notice the terror that washed over his face as you screamed at him or the way his chest heaved with the sob or how he trembled underneath your wrathful gaze as you walked away. The bedroom door slamming made short work of that.
"Fuck I'm such an ass.." You mused to yourself already regretting blowing up at him but what would an apology do that wasn't already broken? So better yet why not send yourself to bed without dinner as some kind of punishment? He'd linger at the doorway to the kitchen, staring at you with those intense eyes if you made dinner anyways so why let him win? He could his own shit for fucks sake!
After a quick shower to dethaw your bones and warm up what was left of your dead soul the softness of your pajamas helped ease the guilt gnawing away like a puppy on its first bone. Laying in bed until sleep eventually overcame you and when he knew it was safe to slip in and sneak over towards your bedside.
Rustling was what woke you. The rustling of clothes and the jingle of something metallic in the darkness of the bedroom. Whatever grogginess you normally suffered when waking up was vanishing the more details were dissected and understood by your half-asleep brain, a process that took an embarrassingly long time. Clothes rustling, the bedsheets moving, heavy pants and something incredibly warm nudging up against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Naturally your brain assumed the worst and your eyelids flew open to show nothing; at first. As your eyes adjusted to the pitch black room they found the blazing stare of those vermillion eyes, the bared fangs that belonged to your hybrid.
What the hell was Katsuki doing on top of you?
Noticing that you were awake the snarl turned into a smirk as he huffed, his large chest expanding with each desperate pant. Why did your folds feel so good just as you were waking up?
"Feel that?" How could you not? The feel of a scorching cock bumping up your folds and sensitive clit, wet from the pre leaking from the tip. There was so much of it from what you could feel, too sticky to be your own. His hips had yet to cease moving, no word from your shocked form to still his rutting hips.
"W-what the hell are you doing?" Was the most logical question your brain could come up with in the moment.
"Humping...fucking dumbass." His warm breath created goosebumps on your cool skin, his head must've been so close to yours by the hair tickling your forehead. "Tryin'ta...help ya. Shitty woman.."
"Help? How the fuck is this helping?"
"You've been working so hard so I thought maybe...a good fuck would calm ya down, relax ya." Katsuki's voice was so desperate, so needy, the humping of his cock on your labia increasing.
He was trying to help? He was going to fuck the frustration out of you? Is that was he was offering? Having sex with a hybrid was common enough to not be considered taboo but you couldn't help but feel he was trying to worm his way into your good graces. Unless your words had struck some kind of cord with him. "Okay, alright, I'll let you help."
"Fuck yeah!"
With that the head of his cock nudged against your cunt, already spread and waiting for him. How long had he been doing this for? The burn of the stretch was delicious, he was just big enough to fill you up but not hurt. Settling right up to kiss the tip of your cervix when he bottomed out. His hands grip at your thigh and hip, pulling his back to slam his cock right back into you. Over and over, over and over, over and over. Practically using you as a fleshlight to get himself off but damn if it didn't feel good, him bouncing you on his cock so roughly each thrust was sending the headboard against the wall.
"Oh fuck...oh fuck, Katsuki!" Your hands pat around and eventually find his biceps and you cling on for dear life, your nails digging crescent shaped markings into his skin.
"Yeah, yeah...you like this form of stress relief, don'tcha you dirty slut?" Undoing the collar around his neck the frayed cloth of the strap is tied around your neck, the buckle clamping down tightly to constrict your airflow while two fingers slip under it to pull and tug. "You're my dirty fucking slut! Mine...mine...mine...mine, fucking mine!"
Your fingers trailed down the tiny amount of space between your bodies down to the precious, neglected nub between your legs. Barely able to wiggle your index and middle finger down there from the rabid fucking you were receiving to circle the bundle of nerves and send yourself over the edge. Each clap of your thighs smacking against each other forcing your hate for his behavior ebbing away. If he was going to act like this all the time how could you kick him out?
"F-fuck! Gonna cum...fucking cum..cum for me. Cum with me!" Katsuki snarled as the pressure around your throat increased. Your hand was smacked away from your clit and was replaced with the large pad of his thumb, frantic circles sending your body into a writhing mess of flails and kicks.
The orgasm that had been steadily building from your ministrations had been ripped away and replaced with one quickly approaching to push you over the edge. The white hot pleasure-coil that formed underneath your belly button snapped and all of it coursed through your system in one go. Paralyzing your body for a split second as you squirted all over the hybrids cock, his still rubbing hand sending the liquid everywhere. Coating his thighs, your thighs and the bed underneath you.
"Fucking fuck! Such a whore, such a dirty girl for me! Oh my fucking g-god!" One last slam of his hips and his own body stilled, burying his cock deep inside your cunt to shoot his cum deep in your womb. He stuttered before his body collapsed on top of you, suffocating you in his sweaty muscles.
Bathing in the afterglow, coming down from your high you could've sworn you heard something. Mumbling, soft mumbling too indistinct to understand. Katsuki's head laying on your shoulder, his nose brushing along your collarbone and was he laying kisses here and there? No, you must've been seeing things. Still buried to the hilt he turned his head to speak, his fluffy ears perked and his tail gently swishing behind him. The sudden light from your phone illuminated the room, casting light on Katsuki's face and the sight made your breath hitch in your throat. Clearly he had been crying. Tear stains streaked down his cheeks, brows knitted together and the same lost look he had plastered on his face appeared again.
"Please, please don't kick me out. I'll do anything, please...please don't abandon me. Not again." His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he hid his face in your neck. Voice breaking, shoulders trembling, the verge of crying all over again quickly approaching.
Your heart broke and you returned the favor by hugging him around the shoulders, a hand carding through his hair to soothe him. Had he been abandoned? Did his previous owners not like him? Was all his aggressiveness some kind of defense mechanism? Was he giving you a reason to kick him out to keep himself from experiencing that kind of pain again? Oh, poor baby. "Never again...just don't destroy things anymore, okay? Help me around the place a little more will ya?"
"Yes." Katsuki snuggled on top of you. Finally believing he had a real home with you, a place where he could belong. "....Master."
#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#katsuki bakugo#inu bakugo#hybrid bakugo#hybrid au#bakugo katsuki x reader#x reader#tw:nsfw#tw:hybrid#tw:humping#tw:creampie#tw:collar#tw:choking#tw:naughty words#tw:name calling#tw:somnophilia
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Aeipathy: Chapter Two
Disclaimer: i don’t (unfortunately) own Marvel or any of their characters, plot points, etc. so all right are to them and their our overlord Disney
AN: yeahhhh this one’s a shorty but i promise the next one will be longer and filled with plot and angst and shit so prepare yourselves <3
Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 3.1k
TW: angst, mentions of torture, mentions of murder/arson, HYDRA collectively is a prick
Chapter One is available here!
Gnawing.
It claws through my body on all fours. Tearing, ripping, hacking, burning.
Monstrous fangs that sink into the deepest parts of muscle- I can feel it in my bones, the burning.
There is no noise, just the sound of whirring and the unholy screeching of demons in my ears. Faceless demons, demons whose faces have too much detail, demons that stare, demons that scream. Demons, demons, demons.
I have fallen. Fallen from grace. Fallen from…
No, no.
I am falling.
Something catches me. A savior in blue. Scarlet red smeared across their chest. Blood. My blood- the blood of sinners and saints and bystanders. Of children and ancients and of rich and poor.
There’s white streaked between the red. Piety. Purity. Righteousness. Desperately, I cling to the stark white stripes. Indecipherable mumbles pass my lips as I stare at the white. I beg for purity, to be clean again.
Every time I wake up, it’s always the same.
The immovable weight in my body. The unceasing shivering. The bite of frost. The writhing of filth in my veins. In my nerves. In every fiber of my being. Festering. Growing. Rotting. Corrupting. Remembering.
But why can’t I remember?
All I can remember are the demons. Faceless, nameless but never silent. Always screaming.
Screaming, screaming, screaming.
I cling to the white. The righteousness of my savior. Solidity in turbulence. Silence in cacophony. Purity. Cleanliness. Life.
I cling to life.
But life burns under my fingertips. It shrieks and squirms under my touch- tries to escape. Repelled by my presence, it retracts away from my grasp.
Color retracts into shapes as I take in my surroundings. An almost completely empty room completely made of concrete. A single contraption behind me made of metal. Icy fog slithers out of the open door, hissing and flicking at my ankles.
Words, however, remain blurred. The savior holds me upright- pulls me to my feet. Everything burns and aches. I’m so incredibly cold. Frosted water paints my skin, coats my clothes to my body. A puddle gathers beneath the writhing fog.
This seems familiar.
My eyes turn up towards my savior. The blood-stained guardian. Words fall from their lips, landing on deaf ears.
My body trembles as the cold becomes more vicious with its fangs. The savior turns away and says something. Everything is muffled- faraway and distant and like someone has their hands clamped down over my ears.
“Why am I awake?” I ask, straightening up. Every inch of me quivers while every part of me wishes to stop.
But I was awoken for a purpose. My mission.
And I’ll complete it.
Hail HYDRA.
Location: S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters
Date: 2012
“Woah, easy, ________,” I mutter, holding her upright. Her eyes wide, they flick around the room. Her hands grip my chest as she shakes violently.
She’s here. She’s alive.
She… she died. Died on that table- how is this…
“Steve,” Tony mutters, holding out a blanket. I take it and start to wrap it around her shoulders.
As her glazed eyes lock with mine, I look over her face. She’s drained of color- blue and white. Her chapped blue lips open and close violently.
Hoarsely, she starts to speak.
But not anything I can understand.
Over and over, she repeats questions with her eyes wide and wary of every moment and movement. My eyes dart over to Tony- who watches ________, his eyebrows furrowed.
Russian.
That’s what she’s speaking. Russian. And fluently. Extremely well. Why… Why is she…?
“She didn’t… usually speak like this, did she?” Tony asks, gesturing vaguely to her as she continues to shake in my arms. Broken words off a stolen tongue hiss past her lips. She furrows her eyebrows as she looks between the two of us.
“Her files told me she was-” Tony continues.
“She’s… she’s never spoken this before,” I mutter, adjusting my grip under her arms. “Raised in Brooklyn for most’a her life- I dunno why-”
“V chem... moya missiya?” ________ hisses, her voice shaking. I look down and watch her straighten up on unsteady legs. “V chem moya missiya?”
“...why is she…?” Tony mutters, stepping in front of her. He lets his head fall back with a sigh as he taps his leg with his finger. “It’s been a long time, let’s see if I can do this.” Rolling his shoulders back and snapping his neck, he focuses back on ________. “Kto ty?”
________’s head tilts to the side slightly. Her eyebrows furrow further as she glares at him through them. “...Hetaerae. V chem moya missiya?”
Tony sighs and closes his eyes as he speaks. “Ch… chto… ty. Chto ty?”
Her eyes glaze over as she stops shaking, standing upright. “Ya HYDRA.”
“...she’s… She died, Tony. I don’t… I don’t know what else to tell you,” I mutter, looking up from the desk. “She… she died before I even got the serum. I hadn’t even seen Doctor Erskine- Bucky… he hadn’t been shipped off to Europe yet.”
“I may be able to help explain that,” Tony says as he gets to his feet. In his hand is a thick folder filled with papers and photos and notes and scraps of paper. He places it in front of me with a thud. “Apologies- I would opt for the digital version but, uh… you… don’t even know what... that… is.”
“Tony,” I say sharply as I open the folder. He just shrugs and sits down across the table again. The top paper is mostly blacked-out with a few words left untouched. ________’s name. Her age. Her parents and their causes and dates of death. And other words that… don’t make sense. ‘Mistress’. ‘Replication’. ‘Improvement’. ‘Rejected’. ‘Baroness’. ‘Salbei’.
‘Hetaerae’.
Repeated over and over throughout the sea of black streaks is that word. ‘Hetaerae’. At the very bottom of the page in tiny letters are the words ‘Project Samsara- Hetaerae’. In the corner is a skull with tentacles writhing beneath it. ‘HYDRA’ is written along the curve of the skull.
My stomach churns. If HYDRA really is behind this then...
I start tearing into the folder. Photos of the various angles of the steel container from when I woke up. Under it is a handwritten note. ‘Cryo-container; Vrsn: Hetaerae’.
Another photo- this one of a chair. On the armrests and legs are cuffs, along with another one on the back of the chair. Something metal comes around the chair. It juts off the side of a machine and looms over it like an archway. A note is written over the photo. ‘Neck brace may prematurely terminate subject. Issue logged during first programming session’.
Another blacked-out stack of papers. The same words are repeated over and over again. ‘Hetaerae’, ‘Baroness’, ‘Samsara’, ‘Salbei’, ‘HYDRA’. My fists clench the papers before tossing them to the side. Tony watches in silence.
What the Hell is this? What were they doing- what did ________ have to do with it?
My eyebrows furrow as I manically flip through the papers. Papers fly to the side as I tear through the folder. I can feel myself getting rigid as I near the end.
Nothing. I’ve learned nothing. Not a single goddamn thing. There’s nothing here-
My hands stop as my eyes rest on the last few items. A file not blacked out. It’s completely intact. Nothing scratched, no scribbles, no hasty lines cutting through words. I snatch it and start reading.
Project Samsara; Hetaerae
Subject Name: ________ Bishop
Subject Age: 26
Subject Info:
Daughter of Leon Bishop (deceased) and Catherine Chambers (deceased)
Resident of Brooklyn, NY
Military background
Non-combatant medic
Attempted pilot training
Worked under Doctor Akin Nachtnebel- HYDRA researcher
Personal friend of Captain Steven G. Rogers, Sergeant James B. Barnes, political activist Odessa Lily Mae Ababio
Official status: Deceased
Simplified Process Log (see file 178953 for detailed logs):
Day 1:
Body retrieved by HYDRA.
Blood and tissue samples taken.
Heart/respiration rates taken.
Note: Hetaerae seems to be semi-lucid. May require sedation.
Day 13:
Serum incubation complete.
Visible changes in body structure internal and external.
Bone density increased slightly, muscle mass increased, other changes to be tested.
Day 23:
Regen. abilities test positive
Enhanced reflexes test positive
Body modifications test optimal
Note: Hetaerae seemed to negatively respond to pain. Possible weakness. Must train to not respond.
Day 68:
First programming session prematurely terminated. Hetaerae reacted negatively to programming.
Admitted to medical wing.
Near strangulation and bruised trachea.
Removing neck cuff on programming station and attempting again tomorrow.
Day 100:
Programming temporarily successful.
Hetaerae could not recall set of numbers given pre-programming for forty minutes.
Memory wipe testing will continue.
Day 173:
Hetaerae admitted to medical wing for treatment.
Major vocal cord damage.
Damage not irreversible.
Memory wipe testing will continue.
Note: Hetaerae begged for ‘Steve’ and ‘Bucky’ repeatedly during memory wipe. More research needed.
Day 234:
Three guards admitted to medical wing.
Hetaerae had clawed at their eyes, noses, ears, and mouths
Broken nails were taken from guards’ faces.
Admitted samples for research.
Extra-long memory wipe testing done.
Hetaerae will be allowed a day to rest after strenuous session. Cannot allow for subject’s termination.
Day 250:
Near disaster.
Hetaerae attempted escape.
Four guards killed. Two more seriously injured.
Must increase security.
Note: Hetaerae lethal before combat training. A promising candidate. Akin, in his paranoia, chose well.
Day 276:
Hetaerae broke free of restraints during memory wipe.
Too exhausted to attempt escape.
Memory wipe has prevented Hetaerae from remembering subject name.
Will begin codeword implantation process tomorrow.
Day 342:
Hetaerae begins Samsara training tomorrow.
Complete memory wipe achieved.
Hetaerae is the only thing within subject.
Day 3658:
Samsara training complete.
Winter Soldier co-training complete.
Complete memory wipe complete.
Codeword implantation complete.
Hetaerae to be placed in cryo to await orders.
Hail HYDRA.
HYDRA status: Active. Ready for use.
“Look at her track record,” Tony mutters, sliding a thick wad of papers over to me. Turning away, I shake my head. “...fine. I’ll read it for you.” He huffs, flipping through the various pages. “Uh… her first mission was to…” he scoffs, “To take out a mid-level politician that had apparently laid his eyes on something he shouldn’t have. ‘Mission: success, target: terminated’.”
“Tony…” I warn quietly, my shoulders getting tenser with each word.
“A few missions later, she’s retrieving lab samples and… and destroying the lab... Fourteen people killed. ‘Mission: success, targets: terminated’.”
“Tony.”
“I’m skimmin’ here, Cap, but listen- an orphanage in Saint Petersburg, a… a couple in Prague, a woman in Athens, a man in Cairo...” Tony continues skimming through the pages. “‘Mission: success, target: terminated’, ‘Mission: success, target: terminated’, ‘Mission: success, target: terminated’-”
“Enough!” I snap, turning to look at him.
Tony sighs and puts the papers down. Running a hand down his face, he purses his lips. “Dunno how else t’tell ya this, Cap- she’s dangerous. She has killed hundreds of people. She can speak seven languages, she can infiltrate a political atmosphere and topple it, she can... camouflage in any… social situation, she has a perfect kill record... Whoever she was before-”
“She’s still in there,” I cut in. “She’s still in there.”
Tony rolls his eyes. “Are… are you not... hearing what I’m telling you?” He gestures to the original folder. “They laid into her for… ten years. Subjected her to torture. Wiped her slate clean. Whatever was in there, pal, it’s long gone.”
A huff leaves my lips. “...you don’t know what she was like,” I mumble coldly, reminiscing over what it was like to live with her, to live with her at my side like I was at hers. “She was… the most... hard-headed… stubborn dame I’d ever met. And strong, too.”
“Rogers-”
“She’s still in there, Tony,” I snap, my eyes flicking up to him. “She’s strong.”
“Good morning.” I say, waving at ________ as she sits on the chair. Her breathing is steady, eyes trained on the opposite side of the room. Her wrists are handcuffed to the armests- the same with her ankles. They clink slightly as she breathes.
The room is completely empty except for another chair across from hers. My shield lays against the chair- ‘a precaution’ Fury called it.
‘A threat’ is what I would call it.
I step further into the room and sit down on the chair. With glazed eyes, she watches me. “Are… those too tight?” I ask, gesturing to the cuffs.
She says nothing. Only blinks in response.
She… she looks so empty.
Her face was always glowing, her smile illuminating the clinic when Buck and I would walk in to bring her lunch or just to bug her. Letters would flood in every now and then from past patients or their families, thanking her for her patience and kindness. She would keep them all in a shoebox under her bed.
And her hands. She would wrap bandages around my wounds with care. She’d always tell me to not get it in my head to fight again… and then ask where the punks lived so she could ‘pay them a visit’. Her hands were always feather-soft when checking every injury’s progress.
Now they look… darker. Not in color but just… darker.
Stained.
Did she know what she was doing when she killed those people?
________ shifts slightly, the sound of the handcuffs pulling me out of my head. I clear my throat and straighten up. “...do you know who I am?” I ask quietly.
No response.
“Do you know who you are?”
“Haetarae.” She answers, eyes still glazed.
“Do you… do you know who you actually are?”
________’s eyes narrow for just a moment. “...HYDRA.”
“No. No,” I mutter, pointing to my chest. “...do you know who I am?”
...nothing.
“Steve. I’m Stevie. We… we grew up in Brooklyn together. With Bucky. We, um… Buck ‘nd I, we helped you out of a fight when you were thirteen. That’s how we met… you… remember that…?”
She blinks, eyes scanning over me.
Getting up from my seat, I reach into my pocket and tug a photo of the three of us out of my pocket. It was taken after she had gotten her nursing credentials. We had gone out dancing, just the three of us. We found someone willing to take our photo. A smile crosses my lips as I look down at it.
Colors start to fade into the black and white photo. Every detail is so crisp. ________’s chin is resting on my head as she stands behind me- a bright, red-lipped smile on her face. Her arms are wrapped around my chest as she leans over. Her hair is done perfectly- up with roses in her hair. Neat and tidy like she practiced. The skirt of her dress is the same shade of red as her lips. Black dots pattern the fabric of the skirt. The bodice was black- matching her heels. Hooked through her elbows was a creme-colored fur boa.
Bucky’s got his arm around her waist and he ducks down to my level. He holds a pressed black suit, wearing a red undershirt. His suit jacket is hung over his shoulder with his undershirt’s sleeves rolled up. I remember him shining his shoes that day while ________ meticulously placed roses in her hair. Bucky had sewn and hemmed my pants with pride. ‘It’s a special day, punk’, he mumbled with the needle between his lips, ‘can’t have ya trippin’ on your pant legs.’
She shifts again and I’m pulled right back into now. ________ sits in front of me. No smile, no roses, no brightness. And Bucky… Bucky’s dead and gone. Lost a long, long time ago. Slowly, I hold out the photo. “...see?” I mumble, “That’s me… before I… had a growth spurt. And that’s Buck.”
I look up to her. She’s focused on the photo, eyes slightly squinted and head tilted to the side just barely. “...Buck ‘nd you,” I laugh quietly. “He… he was… so crazy about you. He just… never realised it.”
The door behind us cracks open. Her body snaps tightly, eyes back to glazed. Tony peeks his head into the room and tilts it back. “Eyepatch wants you.”
I sigh. Looking back at ________, I tuck the photo into her hand. Slowly, her fingers wrap around it delicately. I nod once and start out of the room. As the door swings shut, I spare one last look. ________ looks down at the photo, her head slightly tilting once more.
“It may be our only option,” Fury sighs. “She’s unpredictable at best.”
“She’s still in there- if I can just… keep talking with her-”
“That is out of the question,” he says firmly, eye flicking up to me. “...you’re too close on this one, Rogers. I’m making the executive decision to-”
Lights start to flash overhead- red and screaming. A wailing buzz rips out of the hallway as the red light bathes us in scarlet. The door slams open, Tony standing in the doorway, panting. Fury slowly gets out of his seat, eye wide.
“She… She got out,” Tony mutters, gesturing outside.
My body launches forward as I run into the hallway. People are running, an anxious chatter swarming around them as they pass just in front of me. As I push into the main hallway, elbows and chests are thrown into me. Flicking to each person, my eyes catch the room where ________ was held. The door is almost completely torn off the hinges- the wood cracked at the handle.
I start to push through the sea of people. Like water, they throw themselves against me- eager to leave the building and get the hell out of harm’s way. But as I make my way to the door and push out the other side of the tempest, I can see the dangling cuffs still hanging around the armrests.
My fingers graze the splintering wood door, tracing the ridges of where her fingers had dug into the wood- leaving grooves in the shape of her hand. The hinges look relatively new as they hang lifelessly off the wall. The debris littering the floor is kicked around, leaving a partial trail down the hallway. I follow with a solid grip on my shield.
“________?” I hiss, looking around the empty hallway. Everything is dimmed by the red lights and the screaming of the alarms haven’t stopped. “________!”
I round a corner and every adrenaline-fueled tension melts away. At the very end of the hallway is a floor-to-ceiling window. Broken glass lays at the base of a gaping hole.
She’s gone.
#captain america#bucky barnes#bucky fanfic#bucky x female reader#captain america x platonic!reader#eventual relationship#slow burn#angst#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x reader#series#nick fury#tony stark
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*waves* Hoiya! @lunarcrown came up with this awesome venomcup au, and I just had to write something for it! Now I don’t know all the details to this AU, and I’m definitely not the first to write about it (Which I actually just found out. In the middle of writing this drabble I thought “It might be a good idea to look at the HTTYD AU tag to get more info” and... like, you have to go check out @aleteia-ff ‘s fic right HERE. It’s amazing!) So yeah I’m sorry if I got stuff wrong etc, but I hope it’s enjoyable anyhow! <3
Unhinged
Astrid had long since stopped struggling. She wasn’t even sure she could at this point, since her arms were so numb from the men’s tight grips she could no longer feel her fingers. She figured that, the best way to get any information, was to remain silent and passive- for now. She would fight when the time called for it. However, she could still glare, and so she did.
After days of sitting immobile in a cell, it was a struggle to make her legs cooperate as she was dragged down the shadowy halls of the ship. She tried not to make eye contact with the men they passed, but if she did, she let her hatred spill into her gaze. If looks could kill, she was certain the entire army would be dead at this point.
The men laughed and made vulgar comments that made her squirm inwardly. They hadn’t made any moves to touch her- yet. She only hoped they knew better than to try. She might be weaponless, and weak, but she would use whatever means of defense she had. She had teeth, didn’t she? Then by Thor’s hammer she’d bite any man who came near her.
But for now, she hoped remaining cooperative would pay her back in the end. Maybe... maybe she’d stay alive long enough to get out. Long enough to...
to see Hiccup.
She watched and studied everything they passed, keeping her eyes peeled for any hints that he was or had been there. He must be. He had to be. She refused to think differently.
But three weeks. Three weeks. What could they do to one man in three weeks? She shuddered to think.
She’d only been in captivity for three days. Locked in a cell, with nothing but moldy bread and water to keep her alive. They hadn’t even given her a slop bucket.
Heathens. The Hooligans might be rough Vikings, but even they had the decency to give their prisoners a bucket to do their business in. Her hatred was threatening to brim over. She feared she might explode should she even lay eyes on Grimmel. The slimy bast-
Speaking of which.
They rounded a corner, and came to stop at a door. A man standing there didn’t even question their presence. All he had to do was see her, and he nodded, opening the door and letting them pass.
Grimmel stood, back to them, with his hands pressed against the top of a table. He had papers strewn about the table, along with empty vases and dirty glass cylinders. He didn’t turn upon their entrance, just continued staring at the papers.
“My dear Lady.” He spoke without looking up. “A pleasure.”
She gnawed on her gag, nearly choking on her withheld words. She reminded herself to stay silent, not that her words would make it past the gag. Yet still, what a coward to forcefully silence his prisoner. Did he fear what she had to say?
It was as if he had heard her thoughts. Good, then maybe he’d heard the few choice words she had bouncing about her head.
“Ungag her.” He finally turned around, a smug smile pasted on his pale face, his eyes unreadable. He leaned against the table.
As soon as the cloth left her mouth, she spat a wad of spit on the floor, right at Grimmel’s boots. The words came unbidden. “You snake.” She said darkly. She hated how far up she had to look to meet his eyes. It made her feel even more defenseless, a feeling she did not appreciate.
He snorted a laugh. “My lady! You underestimate me. I dare say I like to consider myself on a dargon status.”
She pondered a response, but decided against it. Rather, she heated her glare.
“Now.” He stood and walked to a shelf, where jars of purple liquid lined. She didn’t know how she hadn’t noticed them before. They were chiming as they softly hit against each other with each wave that hit the side of the ship. It was a little hum that played in the background, and accompanied with the purple glow from the bottles, it created an eerie atmosphere.
Grimmel plucked up one of these bottles and uncorked it, letting a fowl stench seep into the air. Astrid squinted, her eyes watering from the fumes. He coughed and recorked it, with a satisfied nod of his head. He continued. “I know why you came here.”
“Did you figure it out by yourself?” She muttered dryly. To her surprise, he laughed.
“Hiccup’s humor must be contagious.” He walked closer, still chuckling. “I wouldn’t have thought you, a warrior or Berk, to know the meaning of sarcasm.”
He fiddled with the bottle in his hands, unconcerned. “Hiccup and I are much alike. We use our brains to get what we want. And if his attitude isn’t the only thing you’ve caught on from him, then I’m sure this is no great recollection.”
It wasn’t. Hiccup’s mind was his weapon, and all of Berk knew it. It’s why they trusted him as much as they did. It’s why she’d believed him those many years ago.
Grimmel began tinkering with a tube of some kind, filling it with the bottle’s contents. And yet, in all of his pointless conversing, he had yet to tell her what had become of Hiccup. It was making her uneasy, for she felt that if he was dead, Grimmel would’ve used it against her by now. And yet, if he was still alive, wouldn’t Berk had gotten a ransom note long before now? Grimmel was just so unpredictable. She couldn't read his behavior, and it was irking her more then she could say.
Finally, he looked up, smiling widely without showing his teeth. It was creepy, and made her uncomfortable. She squirmed where she was held, but the soldiers didn’t loosen their grip.
Grimmel looked past her and nodded, presumably at the guard by the door. She heard the door creak open, followed by shuffled footsteps.
Someone stumbled past her, followed by two burly men. When she saw who it was, she lunged forward, forgetting she was still contained. The men jerked her back sharply, forcing a gasp from her lips. She stared, horrified, struck silent by the shape Hiccup was in. She was too shocked to feel any joy at the fact that “Thank Thor, he’s alive.” for all her mind could focus on was the cylinder fixed at his neck by a leather collar. Her eyes caught the slightest glimpse of glowing purple from within the glass.
He was leaning against the wall, his head wavering, his eyes unable to focus on anything. He was so pale... and, as best as she could see in the little candlelight, his skin carried a slight purple tint. His green iris’s were no longer the beautiful emerald color she knew, but a glowing purple. He blinked hazily, staring at nothing. She saw his legs shake.
“My new weapon!” Grimmel cackled and waved his arm at Hiccup, as if showing off a new toy. Hiccup only blinked, not responding at all. The soldiers stood a few paces back, next to the men who held Astrid, just watching in uncertainty, as if they weren’t sure what to do.
Grimmel walked to Hiccup and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, dragging him to stand across from Astrid. She involuntarily breathed his name. “Hiccup...” He made no response.
It was killing her to have him so close- close enough to touch- and yet, it wasn’t truly him. She hoped he’d say something, that he’d even look at her, but he did neither. He stared into space through half-lidded eyes, his body trembling. She feared he would tip over at any moment.
Grimmel slapped the back of Hiccup’s head. “Look at her.”
He did, eerily. He looked, but he didn’t see. His gaze went right through her.
“What have you done?” She hissed, raising her gaze to meet Grimmel’s. He grinned and settled a hand on Hiccup’s shoulder, as one would an old friend. He tossed the tube in his hand, which she now realized with horror, was the same cylinder like thing that was fixed at Hiccup’s throat.
“I’ve done what Stoick should’ve done years ago!” He cackled, and began plying the tube from the collar. Once off, he took the needle from it’s end and fixed it on the new one. “Hiccup makes a marvelous dragon killer, Astrid. It’s a shame you underestimated him.”
The tip of the needle disappeared into Hiccup’s neck.
#mywriting#httyd fanfiction#httyd drabble#httyd 3#how to train your dragon#dragons#grimmel#hiccup#astrid#hiccstrid#the hidden world#httyd au
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I need The DPD gang reacting to their S/O bringing a puppy in the office with 'This cutie was so lonely! I couldn't just leave it outside!!!!'
A/N: Sorry for the mini spam! These are just really fun to make but I know I need to pace myself. I headcanon Captain Allen as a dog lover like Connor who loves the “tough” dogs like German Shepards, Dobermanns, Pit Bulls, etc. Also, I need to learn to make these a bit shorter but idk how oOF
Connor - The minute he heard your voice, the RK800 whipped his head in your direction only to be met with the adorable face of a young dog.
As if on cue, Connor’s eyes immediately widened, his jaw slacking at the panting pooch. He watched in awe as it harnessed all the strength it could before letting out a pitiful bark. But despite its weak attempt, the sound still managed to make the android grin in amazement at the creature.
Blinking up innocently at your eyes briefly, the small dog was gently placed into his hands causing him to hold it under the tiny arms, its legs hanging in the air. Connor looked it up and down curiously, seeing the tail on its behind wag so violently that it could’ve fallen off any moment. He observed as the animal started to stick its tongue out towards the synthetic skin on the tip of his nose, successfully covering it in light slobber. His mouth molded itself into the shape of an ‘o’ at the action before looking back up to you, his brown eyes shining.
“I have absolutely no objections to the possibility of keeping it as my own.”
“As our own, Connor.”
“Ah, yes.”
Hank - He was half-asleep in his seat before he heard the sounds of sniffing right next to his eardrum. Hank grunted at the feeling, scratching his ear with his shoulder as he glanced over at you. Once he landed on the puppy in your arms, he gave you a look, brow raised. “We already have Sumo.” He said, looking back down to the dog that was held out to him. “We don’t need another little demon runnin’ around.” Hank watched as your shoulders slumped in disappointment before you decided that begging was going to be your next option.
“Please?” You whined, holding the ball of fluff a little higher. “Sumo is home alone all the time! He needs a friend!” You grinned as the puppy yapped in agreement after you finished. “See? Even this little guy agrees with me!”
The old man paused for a moment, watching how your eyes lit up at the option of keeping the damn thing. His hand went up to rub his beard, squinting in thought. Finally, he sighed, reluctantly nodding his head. You were about to scream in joy but Hank stopped you before you could. “Only, if you do all the responsible shit that comes with having a dog.” He warned, moving to scratch under the chin of the puppy.
“And I guess it isn’t that bad looking of a pooch either.”
Gavin - Of course, the man assumed you were talking about him at first, not even noticing the animal in your hands yet.
With a devilish smirk, he spun around to you, ready to use his charm once more. “Cutie, huh? I didn’t think that- AGH! (Y/N)! Get that fuckin’ thing away from me!” He screamed, his voice reaching an octave higher in fright as some of the coffee in his hand spilled onto the floor. “Fuck!” He hissed, wiping some of the hot liquid off his sleeve as he glared at the canine.
“Gavin! Don’t be rude!” You gasped, covering the ears of the puppy despite it not even knowing the human language.
Now, everyone knew that Gavin was not a dog person but rather a cat person. He was the complete opposite of Connor. He always made sure that no one would forget just how much he preferred the felines from his many pictures to his lockscreen on his phone.
“Don’t be rude?” He sneered, backing away from the pup. “That mutt is fucking devil’s spawn! Have you even seen how dogs act?”
Ignoring his protests, you strolled up to the man, the puppy in hand. You brought your index and middle fingers up to walk along the chest of the cat lover. “Please?” You fluttered your eyelashes as innocently as you could. “I’ll do anything.” You whispered into his ear, your hot breath against his skin making him shudder.
Gavin gulped, glancing between you and the dog nervously.
“I-I think arrangements could be made.”
RK900 - You knew this was going to be a difficult situation from the beginning. Conner wasn’t exactly a dog person. Well, he wasn’t exactly an anything person. It took weeks for him to warm up to you and even longer for him to even hold your hand just once (in private). But, a dog? This was not going to go well at all.
Icy blue eyes stared down at the shivering puppy in your grasp, most likely scanning everything he could about the innocent animal. Slowly, the android’s hands folded behind his back, his tall stature looming over you before raising an eyebrow, silently asking you what the meaning of this was.
“Uh-” You hesitated, feeling the nervous sweat on the back of your neck from his menacing stare. “I found it abandoned outside and I thought, ‘Y-You look like you need a h-home!’” You nervously laughed as you shrunk in your spot in front of Conner.
Without responding, the android held his hands out to you, nodding his head down at the puppy. The canine was slowly placed in his grasp before he held it up to face level, his judgmental eyes scanning over it yet again. Conner’s gaze fell upon your hopeful face, seeing you bite your thumbnail in anticipation.
“Its health seems to be adequate and the breed could be beneficial for investigations.” He stated bluntly making your eyes widen. “I will see if the DPD will take it in when it comes of age, but in the meantime,” He paused, watching you grin. “-we shall make sure it stays in good shape.”
Placing the dog back in your hands, he moved passed you and the animal, noting how you jumped up and down in excitement.
“…For now.”
Captain Allen – The senior member of the DPD SWAT team instantly froze as he watched a German Shepard puppy run across his paperwork, playing around on his desk. His eyebrows furrowed before gently placing the pen in his hand down onto the table. Swiveling the chair to look at you dead on, he pointed to the animal causing a ruckus in his workspace. “Care to explain?”
Anxiously wringing your hands, you glanced around the room afraid to meet his eyes. In one breath, you told him how you found the little dog all alone in an alleyway on the way to work and you just couldn’t leave it on its own because it would freeze to death in this horrible winter weather.
“Plus, it’s a German Shepard and I know how much you love ‘em! It’s practically destiny!” You squeaked out, rubbing the back of your neck.
Sighing, Allen shook his head, looking at you sadly. “(Y/N), you know I have so much work and I can’t-”
“I know! But, I’ll make sure to take care of it while you’re away. I’ll be a responsible parent!”
The captain practically choked at the word ‘parent’. Did you have to put it that way? Running a hand through his slicked back dark hair, he glanced back over at the puppy that was gnawing on his stray pencils before throwing his hands up in defeat. “Fine! But, if it pisses on the couch, it’s going to the pound.”
Allen made a low hum as you gave him a kiss on the cheek, thanking him before running off with the dog. He already knew that he didn’t have the heart to get rid of a puppy like that.
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#detroit become human#connor x reader#hank anderson x reader#gavin reed x reader#rk900 x reader#captain allen x reader#captain allen#dbh connor#dbh hank
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Long Forgotten Sons | pt 4
Pairing: OT7
Genre: Zombie!AU, mature (includes violence, gore, death, explicit language, future major character death)
Word Count: 3.5k
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“So… What brings you here?”
Yoongi all but scoffed at the question. “Not sure. It’s either being on the run from brain dead zombies trying to eat us alive, or a nice, long, romantic road trip. A broad trip if you will.”
“Yoongi,” Namjoon warned, but he was smiling. Yoongi rolled his eyes and puffed out a laugh.
“Right. Technically, they’re everything but brain dead. I heard you the first seven times.”
Jimin craned his neck, casting a glance over Jungkook’s shoulder. “What do you mean, everything but?” His eyes flicked from Namjoon to Yoongi and back. Yoongi cocked his head and smiled.
“Namjoon has… intel.”
Jungkook frowned and stepped forward. The others silently followed to surround the newcomers, making a crescent shape in front of them. It wasn’t meant to be threatening but Namjoon found himself backing away instinctively.
Jimin pursed his lips and squinted. His voice sounded smooth when he spoke. “Intel,” he repeated. “Like, military level shit?”
Seokjin took a seat in one of the pews up front, eyeing Namjoon as he waited for a reply. Namjoon’s eyes flicked to Yoongi, who was waiting for Namjoon to continue what he started. Namjoon wasn’t sure what he expected from him but took a breath and focused back on the people before him.
“I’m- well, was, an intern at Hudson Corp.”
Hoseok failed to hide his surprise. “Hudson. As in the company that’s responsible for all this?”
Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek, nodding. He could see Jimin’s hands ball into fists in the corner of his eye but continued. “I’m a biomedical engineering student, specializing in neuro. I got the internship as a final step to graduating next semester.” He paused and averted his eyes. “I was on the team that created the virus.”
It happened in a flash. Namjoon’s back hit the ground before he could fight back, knocking the air from his lungs. Jimin’s fists balled into Namjoon’s hoodie, pulling his torso from the ground and smacking him back down. “You son of a bit-“ he cursed, eyes ablaze as he met Namjoon’s own bewildered gaze.
“I can explain,” he choked, grabbing at Jimin’s hands to fend them off. Jimin only hissed in response, raising a fist in the air.
Jimin promptly went still. His hands dropped when he felt fingers tangled in his hair and the cold touch of Yoongi’s dagger to his throat. His head was yanked back, forcing him to stare into Yoongi’s face.
“Do that again and I won’t hesitate next time. Let the man finish.”
Jimin nodded but did nothing to disguise the loathing written on his features. He pulled himself off Namjoon, who scrambled to his feet and nervously started smoothing out his hoodie. Seokjin and Jungkook exchanged glances as Jimin took a seat between them. Seokjin put his hand on Jimin’s thigh, digging his fingers into the skin in support.
Yoongi gestured at Namjoon with his free hand. “Go on.”
Namjoon fixed his gaze on Jimin as he continued. “The team I was put on was working on a drug to cure or reverse certain elements of Alzheimer’s disease. I was pretty stoked about it, too because my family has a history. I would be a part of making a fucking cure for fuck’s sake.” He raised his voice in proud excitement but toned it down as soon as he saw the others’ blank stares. He cleared his throat. “As you all know, Alzheimer’s disease leads to brain deterioration, which was what our team was trying to stop or even reverse.” He paused again, putting his hands in his pockets.
“Researchers have been trying to determine the cause of Alzheimer’s for decennia but keep coming up empty. And since we don’t know how it develops, we were having a hard time finding the right code to fight it. Studies show that genetics only account for a certain percentage of cases and there have been some genome studies which found 19 genes that could potentially be affecting the risk of getting Alzheimer’s but that wasn’t enough to base our entire project on. There are multiple hypotheses out there, and we decided to build onto the Tau hypothesis and go from there.”
“That’s the one with the protein changes, right?” Namjoon’s head whirled at Hoseok’s comment, jaw mid-drop before realizing no sound was coming out. His mouth snapped shut but he couldn’t hide the confusion on his face. Jimin leaned forward, crossing his arms over his knees and grinned at Hoseok, enjoying the reaction it got out of Namjoon. Yoongi stared at Hoseok a little too long for comfort.
“What? I read a lot,” Hoseok shrugged, focusing his attention back on Namjoon.
“Right. The tau protein changes the microtubules in a way that they start to disintegrate. I won’t bore you with any more details but that’s what we built our approach on.”
Hoseok nodded, draping his arms over the back of the pew. “Did it work?”
“Science takes time. They were already developing a-“ He raised his fingers in air quotations. “-cure when I arrived. It was prepared for testing a few weeks after. One night I couldn’t sleep because this feeling kept gnawing at me, like I had overlooked something that just didn’t make sense. So I went back to the lab to go over my notes by myself.”
Somewhere down the line, Namjoon had started pacing, hands motioning wildly to support his words. It made Taehyung restless, shifting in his own spot as he watched Namjoon adjust his glasses. He wanted to say something to make him stop but the words died in his throat. The atmosphere was tense and sultry, settling over everyone’s chest in anticipation. Namjoon took a long breath and continued.
“I found an anomaly in the sequence we used. It would basically fuck up everything we’d been working on. It was meant to treat the first few symptoms, the ones that affect the episodic memory. You know, things like short-term memory loss, being disoriented, occasionally forgetting vocabulary, etc,” he added, as though the boys would understand even without clarification. Taehyung grimaced.
“Instead the anomaly would make sure to skip those and go straight to the second stage, which is when long-term memory and learned facts get affected, as well as muscle memory. Walking, eating, shit like that. Things you don’t usually have to think about.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” Jungkook interrupted, going over the information in his head. “If it attacks the second stage before having to work on the first symptoms, wouldn’t people heal faster?”
Namjoon halted, hands clasped together as though Jungkook had just discovered an option he hadn’t thought of. He smiled at the youngest. “I understand why you’d think that. At first, I was willing to consider the possibility, too, even if everyone knows to always go for the lower ranks first. Every action movie can tell you that.”
“What happened next?” Hoseok asked politely, urging Namjoon to complete his story.
“I talked to my colleagues first. They dismissed it, of course. Called it a rookie mistake in my findings. And that was it. I couldn’t take this to my superior without solid proof after that. So I broke protocol,” he explained, glancing at Yoongi who had taken a seat on the floor. Yoongi shifted his weight backward, his hands spread out behind him for support. He sucked in a breath before speaking.
“I came home one night and he had stolen three mice from the lab,” Yoongi chuckled. “For a second I thought he’d joined one of those animal rights groups and that he’d walk out of his room in a “stop animal testing” shirt. I did not expect a syringe and a vial of some zombie virus.”
“Obviously I had no fucking clue back then,” Namjoon retorted, gesturing dismissively. “But I had no other choice. I needed to know if we were heading for disaster or a miracle.”
Seokjin leaned forward, grabbing everyone’s attention with the sudden movement. “You experimented on them yourself?”
Namjoon nodded in confirmation. “It wasn’t ideal. I couldn’t separate the mice but figured it wouldn’t make that much of a difference. They were disoriented and slow since they suffered from most of the symptoms humans show in those stages. I injected the first one that night before we went to bed. My plan was to expose them to the drug in different doses and time frames. It should have taken me months to see any significant results but when we got up the next morning..,” he trailed off, biting the inside of his cheek again.
“The one he injected the night before was hanging by a thread,” Yoongi picked up the story. “Namjoon had gotten up early to get into the lab but I didn’t have classes until late afternoon so I slept in. It was 9 hours after the injection and it was clear the sucker didn’t have long to live. I texted Joon as soon as I noticed.”
“I couldn’t leave the lab early without attracting attention so I told him to write down observations the best way he could. By the time I got home, it had died.” Namjoon paused long enough to let the information sink in and answer questions, but neither of the boys said anything. Finally, Taehyung spoke up.
“So basically you spent months, if not years concocting poison instead of revolutionary treatment.” He couldn’t suppress the edge in this voice. It sounded accusatory and Namjoon didn’t blame him. It took him a few heartbeats to reply.
“Here’s the kicker, though. It did work.”
Now the boys started to stir, words spilling from their mouth in both confusion and disbelief. Jimin jumped to his feet and pointed a finger at Namjoon’s chest. “The hell it did! You killed us all. You and your fucking crazy scientist friends.”
Yoongi shot him a warning glance but Jimin chose to ignore it. “This-” he raged, spinning on his heel and motioning with his hand. “is all on you.”
Jimin hadn’t noticed Hoseok coming up behind him until he felt his hand on his wrist. Hoseok fingers wrapped around the delicate skin and tugged it down. “As much as I want to punch him in the throat right now, this isn’t the way to deal with it.”
Jimin locked eyes with Hoseok and snarled. “How are you so calm? He killed your family.”
Hoseok flinched but shook his head. “That’s not fair.”
Namjoon waited for the racket to die down. He wondered if the others could hear the way his heart pounded in his chest as silence settled, but he managed to keep a calm façade.
Yoongi got up and pat the dust from his trousers. He looked over the boys’ faces and cocked his head. He spoke as if there had been no interruption. “Namjoon doesn’t take failure well. He spent the next hour staring into the cage as though he’d bring it back to life through sheer force of will. I went to get us food and when I got back, the damn thing was alive. Walking, squeaking, whatever mice do. It was unnerving. I mean, fuck, I watched it struggle and perish with my own two eyes hours ago.”
“At first I thought we actually did it. That it must have just looked like it died and we had found what others hadn’t been able to. I was over the moon. I couldn’t tear my eyes away and didn’t even care about the possible side-effects we had just witnessed. But then it happened.” Namjoon folded his hands in his lap. “It attacked the other mice, basically tearing them apart. There was blood everywhere. I was so stunned I just stood there watching. And then it hit me. The drug had sparked the brain back into action. The mouse’s body had died in the process but the brain had not. It was fully functioning. Just not in the way we were expecting.”
Jungkook swore audibly, “What the fuck, Namjoon. You bred zombie mice and didn’t tell anyone?”
Namjoon’s gaze was blank as it met Jungkook’s. “Do you really think I’m that stupid? I did tell. I managed to catch the infected mouse unharmed and took it to my superior. He didn’t care. He gave me a lecture and scolded me for breaking protocol, for putting the entire project in danger. He showed me the door and basically told me to shove it. But not before reminding me of the confidentiality clause I signed upon entering the company. He made it very clear I was good to go and never to come back.”
Seokjin rubbed his face in a desperate attempt to hide his disbelief. “They knowingly let this happen. They put the entire population in danger over a greedy longing to succeed where others had failed.” Namjoon nodded in confirmation. Seokjin straightened and tensed his jaw. “What did you do?”
“I broke his nose,” Namjoon deadpanned. A grin broke onto Yoongi’s face as he listened to his friend retell the story. “I would’ve done worse if I thought I’d get away with it. Instead, I focused on how to make sure the drug would never make it to the human trial stages in this state.”
“Surely they wouldn’t have let it come that far if they came to the same discovery as you,” Hoseok stated, cocking an eyebrow.
“I’d like to think so but at that point, I didn’t trust any of them anymore.”
Jungkook didn’t realise he was staring until Jimin snapped his fingers in front of his face. Startled, he blinked, but he focused back on Namjoon instantly. “Considering the situation we are in, I assume you didn’t find a way to stop them,” he concluded.
Namjoon shook his head. “I didn’t. A few weeks later the explosion happened and all I could think about was that drug, that virus we created and the idea that they just unleashed hell on earth.” The tone of his voice did nothing to hide his frustration and it took every ounce of self-control for Namjoon not to scream. Yoongi cleared his throat, the look in his eyes too subtle for the others to notice but Namjoon accepted the silent support with gratitude.
“When I heard the news, I panicked. If that virus had infected even one of my colleagues without anyone knowing the consequences, we’d be done for. I told my family right off the bat and they didn’t even think to doubt me, but getting anyone else to believe me turned out to be one hell of a job. Zombies aren’t real, you see. We don’t live in some weird dystopian, post-apocalyptic wasteland where people rise from the dead to eat your brains.”
“Except now we do,” Taehyung noted. “So where’s your family now? Did they evacuate with the others?”
“Nah, they fled to Europe way before anyone else got out. They packed up and left instantly. We were supposed to be on the plane with them but turns out I have a knack for losing things. Including my passport.”
“We?” Hoseok asked, letting his eyes drift from Namjoon to Yoongi. “Why did you stay?”
Yoongi shrugged, idly playing with his dagger. “He’s a shitty roommate but I’ve grown fond of him. Besides-” He paused, as though internally debating how much of himself he wanted to share. His words were cold as he continued. “I have nowhere to go.”
“To be honest, if I didn’t have Yoongi by my side, I wouldn’t have survived the first week,” Namjoon added, trying to take the edge off Yoongi’s comment.
“Hey, just out of curiosity,” Taehyung interrupted before Namjoon could say more. “What did you do with the mice afterwards?”
“We killed and buried them. The virus only affects the brain so we crushed their skulls, disabling brain activity,” he explained. “Brutal, but effective. They don’t necessarily feel pain since their nervous systems died with them. They only react to violence because the brain registers that the body is being attacked, which is why they scream when you stab them for example. But you’re not actually inflicting any pain. It’s just a reflex response. If you want to kill them, aim for their heads,” Namjoon concluded. “Crush it, stab it, pierce it, hell- even decapitation would help since it disconnects the brain from the rest of the body. But yeah, always go for the brain.”
He looked at Seokjin when finished and feebly nodded once to indicate this was all the information he could provide. Seokjin returned it with a look that Namjoon couldn’t quite decipher but he was glad there weren’t any more questions to be answered.
Namjoon sat down next to Hoseok to catch his breath, suddenly aware of how heavy his limbs felt and how exhausted he was. It was the first time he told the story to anyone that wasn’t his family or Yoongi, and he was surprised how easy it had been to come clean to total strangers. He instinctively rubbed his chest looking for any bruising left by Jimin earlier. He sighed. They’d been on the run for two weeks, and these were the first people - alive and breathing - they’d encountered along the way.
Namjoon glanced at Yoongi, who had sheathed his daggers and hooked the machete back in his belt. His hands were leisurely tucked into his pockets as he stared at the far wall. Yoongi could feel Namjoon’s gaze burning holes in his skin and turned to look at him. Bewildered, Namjoon noticed he looked just as tired as he felt.
They had barely slept the past nights. Being up against aggressive walkers was bad enough, but there were only two of them and even with Yoongi’s skills and Namjoon’s wits, each fight against those monsters took its toll. Yoongi’s body hurt in places he didn’t even know had muscles.
Namjoon allowed a flicker of hope to spark in his chest, turning back to the boys who were now chatting amongst each other. Processing everything Namjoon had just told them. He cleared his throat loud enough to draw attention. “Listen,” he said as soon as everyone’s eyes were trained on him. “I heard news about a safe place up in Daegu. That’s where we’re heading. You can join us if you want. Yoongi has family there that we could probably turn to for help.”
Hoseok’s eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Yoongi. “But you just said-”
“I know what I said,” Yoongi gritted his teeth and turned away from Hoseok, no longer able to stand the way he looked at him. The all too familiar pity-filled look made his stomach churn. Hoseok took the hint and dropped the subject.
Seokjin and Jungkook sat on the farthest end of the front pew, animatedly talking to each other. It was too loud around him for Namjoon to listen in on their conversation, but he assumed they were discussing the option of joining him and Yoongi to Daegu. They’d be stronger as a group of seven. No more sleepless nights of taking turns to watch their backs and look out for the faintest sign of walkers. They’d finally have someone else to depend on besides each other.
He let his eyes fall shut, steadying his breath as his exhaustion washed over him. Namjoon almost fell asleep there and then, until he realized Seokjin had gotten up and was now standing before him, sizing him up. Namjoon jerked his head back up and blinked.
“First of all,” Seokjin started, his voice steady and dominant. “Thank you for sharing your story with us. It helped us understand and figure out how to deal with things easier. I want you to know that we-“ Seokjin glanced at Jimin, who had chosen to blatantly ignore the conversation. “Don’t blame you for what happened. You did everything you could. Don’t let this guilt weigh you down.” Seokjin could easily spot the relief flickering over Namjoon’s features but it disappeared as fast as it came and morphed into a faint smile instead.
“However,” he continued. “We appreciate your offer but I think we’d be more comfortable finding our own way. We will stay the night here and leave first thing in the morning.”
Namjoon’s smile faltered as his heart turned to ice in his chest. The little flicker of hope he’d allowed himself to hold onto earlier, slipping through his fingers. “I understand,” he said, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice. “Thank you for listening and not judging my actions.”
Seokjin nodded and turned away, making room for Yoongi to step closer and put a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. His eyes were cold and unreadable. “It’s fine,” he said quietly, gently squeezing in reassurance. “We’ll be fine on our own.”
Namjoon acknowledged him with a faint tilt of his chin and grimaced. Yoongi turned to face the others to speak one last time.
“Now if you’ll excuse us, we’re going to try and catch some sleep. If you are gone by the time we wake up, good luck. We’d appreciate it if you don’t let any walkers in on the way out.”
By the time Yoongi’s head hit the hard wood of the pew next to the one his friend was occupying, Namjoon had drifted off to sleep.
A/N: I did some research into the disease but obviously I am not a scientist, so take everything mentioned here with a grain of salt. I’m also well aware that the travel from the Seoul area to Daegu would not actually take weeks but let’s pretend it does for the sake of the story. Thank you so much for reading this for and again to @eradikeats-writes for editing.
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