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#“No matter how much you squirm you won‘t get out”

auroragehenna · 6 months

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No matter how much you squirm you won‘t get out ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Failed Escape

AI-less Whumptober

Day 20 Dehumanisation, Master and Servant kinda,

TW/CW: Failed escape, electrocution, intimte/creepy-whumper, angel/demon whump, pet whump, petnames, quick mild gore warning, a bit of enviromental whump? Somehow??, more magic whump, light wing whump, Word count: 1'326

Harmonia had waited until the house had finally gotten quiet. She was incredibly battered after today’s torture but she had to bring up the strength for this. Since today’s torture had finally ended and she was dragged back to her quarters she had been pacing her room. Changing potions and places in unequal sequences. Harmonia suspected that she was being watched and she had to make sure she wouldn’t attract attention when she would get up eventually. She had to get out of this hellhole. She just had to. Out of here. Probably out of Gehenna. And then…somewhere. She didn’t know where and she didn’t have time to think about it any further now. Her next change was about to happen, and that one would be it. She got up from in front of the fire and walked over to the door. She leaned her back against the door and slowly slid down into a crouching sit. From there she knotted her hands into each other and tried as inconspicuously as possible to get the magic gem she stole out from under her skin. Where she shoved it in a few days ago through a cut Electra had given her. Harmonia tried her best to suppress any sounds of pain as she was forced to re-open the barely healed cut with her nails. She had to keep quiet. There! It was bloody and greasy, but it would still work. Slowly she shoved the gem towards the door and when they touched, she heard the most beautiful sound. The soft click of the lock. Carefully, she got up, ripped a part of her clothing, and make-shift-bandaged her arm with it. If she failed, Electra’s anger about the ruined clothing would be the least of her problems, she thought. Slowly she got up and squeezed herself through the door. No guards. That was weird. And concerning. Then again, the demoness had quite the ego. Wouldn’t it be like her to be so sure of herself? Doesn’t matter, she didn’t have time for this. Harmonia would have preferred to fly; she would have preferred to be as fast as possible. But she couldn’t risk the airflow alarming somebody and she had to stay low-key. So she conquered meter and meter. Hallway after hallway in this labyrinth. Always looking over her shoulder. Neck, eyes, and ears straining to pick something up. Heart racing. Finally, after what felt like eons she arrived at a backdoor that led outside. She pressed the gem at the door, praying even though it was useless down here. Blessedly the door opened and she walked outside onto wet grass. Quietly she hushed through the door and closed it behind her. Finally, she could spread her wings. They have been itching to move. She slowly flew a few meters straight into the air, keeping close to the house wall. Before she could go, she needed to make sure there weren’t any guards outside either. But even as she reached the pointy end of the roof, there was nobody in sight. There was a thunderstorm, but she was assuming that was always the case here with Electra being a lightning demon and all. Harmonia turned around and flew towards one of the edges of the mansion. The one where there were a lot of trees and bushes. The only test left was now the barriers. She had memorized and inquired how many and at what point the barriers were. As she reached the first one and fortunately passed though it started to rain. Maybe she could really do this. Through the second barrier, stronger rain now. She avoided the tree crowns, getting more and more reckless in the need to escape. She was soaked as she reached the third barrier and pressed the gem against it. It gave and then everything exploded in white.

Wet. Wet and constant. That was what Harmonia felt as soon as she was able to feel anything again. Anything aside from pain. She turned her head and something stung faintly in her cheek. Grass. She was laying on grass. “Get up! You weren’t even unconscious, so get. Up!”, Electra ordered her angel with a voice colder than a glacier and with a far more dangerous edge.

Groaning Harmonia got up on all fours only to be kicked in the side by Electra’s boot and end up on her stomach again and push herself back up on her knees. Truthfully damage control was useless at this point but she couldn’t help clinging to the hope that it would help at least a tiny bit. She only now noticed that her wings felt like they were on fire and as she turned her head a micro-bit she knew why. Countless feathers were black and scorched. Her beautiful wings. That and the realisation that she failed was enough to make tears well up in her eyes.

“I am not even going to waste my breath on you too much. You know what you’ve done. You will face the consequences for it tomorrow. Follow me, you won’t be going back to your quarters tonight, obviously, your loyalties are not sufficiently adapted yet.”

“This can’t be happening. I was so close”, Harmonia whispered to herself.

Electra who had already started walking back towards the house stopped in her tracks. She didn’t turn around but her cold expression suddenly started to melt a bit until it broke into a grin. She chuckled. “Do you really believe that?”

Harmonia looked up to her silhouette through the hazeof tears in her eyes.

“You really believe that was all you? Oh, my stupid, stupid doll. Never make the mistake of underestimating me again. All of it, from the gemstones to you stealing one, over the unguarded perimeter, all of it, was a set-up. A test if you want. And you failed. And in the morning you will pay the consequences for your actions. Now! Move!”

Harmonia got up on shaky legs and winced when her burned feathers shuffled. She didn’t want to make the demoness even more mad so she hurried behind her. They really didn’t go the way to her own quarters. Electra led her up the stairs. No word was spoken but there was a tension in the air around them and Harmonia was sure it wasn’t just her imagination. Who knew with that woman. Finally, they halted in front of a big double door. Carved into the wood were the outlines of jewels and lightning flashes and much more.

A maid waiting outside the door opened it and let the two of them in. It was a big room kept in low lighting, with a grand bed, many windows and another cheminee.

Electra ordered Harmonia to wait and walked to the bed. Once there she crouched down and pulled out a heavy chain from underneath the bed. On the end of the chain, there was a thin metal collar. She ordered Harmonia to come and kneel next to her.

Harmonia did as she was told and Electra closed the collar around her throat and connected the short chain to the bedpost next to her head. Then she walked to a cupboard and pulled out a rope. With that, she walked back to Harmonia and ordered her to stretch out her legs. After she had bound them together she spoke again: “You will sleep here for the next time. Until I feel you’ve learned your lesson. And a word of advice, you don’t want to disturb me. Now, sleep.”

Again Harmonia did as she was told, what choice does she really have? She turned around with her bound legs and laid down on her stomach, her head resting on her arms to prevent the collar and chain from digging into her. From the exhaustion and the pain, she fell asleep pretty fast, she could just hope, that she could bear whatever was going to happen tomorrow…

Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt, @whumpasaurus101, @ailesswhumptober

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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 5 years

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It‘s gonna be okay (Batsis OS)

Requested by @no-valid-usernames

Hi there, I absolutely love your work! Can you do a fic with a reader batsis comforting the batboys after fear toxin?

Thanks you really much. I hope you‘re okay with me writing an OneShot about it.

Warnings: Angst (somehow), Mention of Trauma

Summary: You (Batsis) have a bad feeling about a mission and when you get there you get confronted with your brothers‘ worst fears

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You knew there was something wrong with the mission your father was sending your brothers too, but you couldn‘t get your hands directly on it, thinking it was just typical paranoia.

The whole time the others put on their suits and made their plans you pushed the thought away from you, but the second you said alone in front of the bat-computer you got overwhelmed by worries and couldn‘t hold yourself back anymore.

That‘s how you ended in front of the warehouse your brothers should be in. As your father‘s daughter, you knew better than to just rush in. You needed to find a safe way in...

You looked around, the feeling of worry getting worse with every second, and found an open window two floors above where you stood. Normally you would have used your hook to swing up to the window, but out of experience you knew that that could go heavily wrong. Thinking about another way up to the window you noticed a yellow-ish smoke flowing out of it and heard screams that you immediately noticed as your brothers.

All your precautions for not getting caught were thrown off and you ran as fast as you could to the main-door, getting your oxygen mask over your face in the progress.

When you finally managed to open the door, you were greeted with a sight that sent shivers through your spine.

Dick was sitting on the floor, his face tearstained, his eyes never leaving the ground in front of him.

Jason was squirming, punching the air and trying to fight something only there in his imagination.

Tim was laying on the floor unconscious with a shattered stool beside him and you suspected that he tried to stop scarecrow, getting put out in the process.

Damian was the one who maybe scared you the most, only standing there, starring at his hands, not moving a single muscle.

You looked around to see if there was anything you missed, but only your brothers were in this room, scarecrow long gone.

You sent an SoS to your father and your other siblings, hoping they would soon be there to help you. Until then you‘d need to try calm then down yourself.

A feeling of helplessness overwhelmed you, making you feel useless for not being able to help all your brothers at the same time, but you knew that feeling that wouldn‘t help them, so you pushed your emotions aside and made your way over to Jason, since he was the one most likely to hurt himself or others.

You approached him slowely, not wanting to be seen as part of his imagination, but as soon as you were in his radius he looked at you flaming with fury.

“It‘s okay, Jaybird. It‘s me, (Y/N). No matter what your seeing right now, it‘s not real. It‘s all just a nightmare,“ you tried to sound reassuring and hide the fear that made your voice quiver.

Like he hadn‘t heard you Jason‘s mumbles turned into screams: „I‘m not going back! You won‘t kill me again!“ and you realized that he must see the Joker, reliving the worst moment of his entire live.

You started reassuring him again, but he came charging at you and you realized that you must look like the Joker for him. At first you tried toblock his attacks, but after a while you realized that that wasn‘t helping. For a moment you thought about knocking him out, but you weren‘t entirely sure that you would be able to do so, so you did the only other thing you always did when Jason came to you after having a nightmare. You hugged him.

He squirmend in your arms punching your back, trying to rip you off of him, but you only hugged him tighter, humming a lullaby in hope of calming him down.

At first it seemed like it wasn‘t helping and your grip stated to weaken from his punches, but after a minute or so his body stared to shake and you could hear sobs leaving his mouth.

“It‘s okay....I‘m here. No one is going to hurt you,“ you mumbled again, this time getting heard.

“(Y/N)?“

“Yes. It‘s me,“ and with that his body got limp in your arms and you laid him down as careful as you could. He must have been exhausted by all this.

The gas cleared away and you too the mask off of your face.

You took a deep breath, ignoring the arching pain in your back that made you think that Jason had maybe broken one of your rips....or two. You shook your head telling yourself that your brothers were now more important than yourself and made your way over to Dick, who was way more easy to calm down than Jason.

It wasn‘t hard for you to see that he was back in the circus with his parents in front of him. At first you had no idea how to handle him, but than you remembered something your mother had always done when you were having panick attacks or similar situations.

You locked your legs around his body from behind and hold his upper chest with your arms, similar to a weightening blanket, taking deep and regulated breaths in hope of him adapting to it.

It took a while, but soon enough his hands found yours and he pressed them to show you that he was himself again. Carefully you broke away from him and gave him the opportunity to turn around.

His eyes and cheeks were red, but he weakly smiled at you.

“Thanks...I...The gas came out of nowhere,“ he said and brushed his hand through his hair.

“It‘s fine,“ you said and stood up again “I think scarecrow took out Tim and after I calmed him down, Jason fell unconscious. I hope the others are on their way, but Damian is still hallucinating.“

“What about Scarecrow himself?“ asked Dick while he put on his Domino-mask again.

“Gone...“ you said slightly angry with yourself for letting him get away.

“I‘m going to look if we’re able to catch up with him. Do you think you can calm down Damian?“

You bit the inside of your cheek, but nodded anyways and only seconds later Dick was gone.

Damian still hasn‘t moved and when you got a closer look at him you saw that he was bailing his fists so hard that they drew blood through his gloves. It was astonishing how much control Damian was able to muster, but you knew that he must have lived through some of his darkest fears already. He was raised by the Demon after all.

That made the situation itself not easier.

“Dami? If you can hear me, I need you to know that all what you‘re seeing right now is an illusion. It‘s all just the result of Scarecrows fear gas. It‘s all false.“ You slowely walked closer and closer to him, hoping that you wouldn‘t have to relive what had happened with Jason, but to your surprise as soon as you were in reach for him, Damian pulled you into his embrace.

“You‘re alive...You‘re fine...“ he whispered and your eyes widened when you realized that he must have hallucinated about you getting hurt. You hugged him back as tight as you could and mumbled: “Yes. I‘m not going to leave you anytime soon, littlewing.“ Damian tightened his grip a little bit and you hissed at the pain, hoping he hadn‘t notice.

Fortunately before he could think about it the voice of your father boomed through the warehouse: “(Y/N), Damian, what happened. Are you alright?“

You managed to get yourself out of Damians grip and started to explain: “I had a bad feeling about the mission, so....I followed the boys. When I arrived they had all been infected by Scarecrows feargas, well, except for Tim who was unconscious, and I calmed them down. Dick is going after Scarecrow and Jason was so exhausted that he also fell unconscious.“

Your father nodded slowely and looked around: “Okay...you did good (Y/N).“

A spark of proudness filled your body at Bruce telling you this and a small smile made its way onto your face.

“Thanks.“

An Hour later all of you, including Dick who actually managed to find and defeat Scarecrow, were sitting in the cave. Jason and Tim both woke up after you arrived and Alfred was checking them and the other two boys for any injuries when Cass, Steph and Duke came in, still in their suits from their patrol.

“Oh my god. Is everything okay? Bruce told us what happened,“ asked Steph and came over to you.

“Yeah...We got the bad guy and nobody got hurt,“ answered Dick, instead of you.

“Well, that is an experience I hope I never have to lie throug,“ said Duke who came to your other side, towering over you at least a full head. “At least we can always count on (Y/N),“ he continued and jokingly ‘punched‘ you on the back, the pain you were hiding all this time came shooting into your body and you fell onto your knees trying, and failing, to hide your pain-filled-scream.

Immediatly you were surrounded by your family all looking at you worried. You stood up again, getting supported by Cass and said: “I‘m fine....it‘s nothing...just a broken rip or so..“

“What?“ exclaimed Jason and looked at you confused: “When did that happen...“

You bit onto your lips: “I...you...It‘s not your fault...you didn‘t know it was me...“

Jasons eyes were filled with regret and anger, anger at himself for doing that.

“It‘s fine. Really,“ you said and took Jason‘s hand.

“No. It‘s not. I hurt you. It doesn‘t matter if I did it voluntary or not,“ he said, but let you take his hand.

“It does for me,“ you said and smiled, “Now, before we continue this. Could someone please call a doctor? I think I‘m tasing blood.“

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rwbyremnants · 6 years

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WARNING: Angst, Drug use. Non-Freezerburn chapter.

Note: From here on in, there won't be any Freezerburn for quite a few chapters. Don‘t worry, it won‘t be forever, but there will be a lot less of them interacting directly for a while – and there will be other ships instead (we'll try to mention it in the pre-chapter notes though). You have been warned.

=Chapter 22

Ruby Rose was beginning to feel extremely anxious about her sister. It had been almost three full days since the last time they Skyped, and that had mostly been a lot of sobbing and Yang telling her that she couldn't talk, that she had "things to do". There was a lot of apologizing, and self-hatred, but none of it made sense; just a load of gibberish. Since then, she'd only received one text message the day before: 'I'm okay. Sorry to worry everyone.' Short but to the point.

She had just returned from the library with an armload of books, and Penny was out getting some food from the dining hall for both of them. This seemed like as good a time as any to try calling Yang for the hundredth time.

Except this time was not like the last ninety-nine. Because Yang answered. There was a lot of background noise, people chattering and laughing, faint radio music, but it was definitely her sister's voice on the other line. "Hey, Ruby."

"SIS!" Ruby burst out, gripping the edge of her desk and leaning in - as if it would make any difference. "Where have you been - what happened to you?! Weiss has called me a bunch of times, freaking out! I mean, it's cool that's she's calling me, and I still can't get used to that - BUT WHAT'S GOING ON?!"

"Currently? I'm about half an hour from Blake's place." Surrounding Yang was the interior of a rather old diner, filled with quite a few people all being loud and mouthy. She'd been known before to go out for a drive on her bike when she was annoyed or upset, but not this distance. Still, she leant in to the phone herself. "I needed to get away."

"But… why? What's wrong? Weiss said you just picked up and left, and she was really mad one time and really sad the other time, and…" Ruby squirmed. She felt bad, like she was making her sister feel guilty, but she hated being caught between two friends like this, regardless of whether or not one was related to her.

Straight away Yang's hand went into her hair, grasping a good handful and pulling hard as she tried to get her thoughts together. She knew she'd have to hear about Weiss's reaction eventually, but it wasn't any less painful to hear. She could already feel her own tears beginning to well up.

"I know, I know… I bet she hates me, and I'll deserve it. I deserve all you guys ’ hate. But it's way more complicated than that. I had no choice."

"Come on, you know what Dad would say: 'You always have a choice.'”

“Like I could talk to Dad about this,” she sighed wearily. “He did push me to open up, but I don’t… I didn’t know what to say.”

“Sis…" She got up from the desk and carried her phone back over to her bed, laying on her back. She had to adjust her glasses when they tried to slide up onto her forehead. "Just tell me what happened."

Yang's breath had already started to get shaky. She managed to notice a few of the other people in the diner were looking around occasionally, some even pointing and questioning their friends. For someone usually so confident, all Yang wanted to do right now was turn invisible, disappear entirely.

"Winter." She got straight to the point, managing to hide herself in her coat. "Winter happened."

"But… it's still Spring. What are you talking about?"

There wasn't even a faint chuckle. That was how much this had affected her. Everything that made Yang, Yang had seemed to have disappeared, her sense of humor for things being the main one. Instead she just explained further, "Her sister, Winter. Not the season. She found pictures of me from my old Ying Facebook, threatened to out me to the press. I don't care if my reputation gets pulled through the dirt, but it won't be mine on the line if it gets out. It'll be hers."

To Yang's surprise, however, Ruby snorted with laughter. "Oh come on, you're gonna have to do better than that. She can't have a sister named 'Winter', that's dumb."

Sobbing quite clearly down the phone, she stared downward toward the table a moment, trying to keep the tears in. She couldn't cry here I public, not when right now she was still on the news occasionally. Weiss would see it, or worse, Winter would. "God, how I wish it was all a lie and I was making it up, but it's true. She didn't even let me say goodbye, or leave a note. She told me to just take off…"

"You're… you're serious. But Weiss wouldn't do that! She'd never put her reputation above you, not in a million years - that's not the kind of person she is! You know that, don't you?!"

"I know. But Winter is," she emphasized, now simply staring at the mug of coffee that remained on her table, nearly untouched. She hadn't been eating or drinking properly the past few days, unless forced. And this was no different. "I don't care what they think about me, they can call me the T-bomb, a cross dresser, anything under the sun, I don't care. But in the end, it's not gonna be me in the spotlight, it'll be her. The media won't leave her alone if this gets out. And I've done more than enough studying on the subject to find out what happens to celebrities her age that get a story like this all over the media. And it's not pretty."

“Yang...”

She sniffed once more, grasping her hair tightly. "I can't let her risk her entire career for me, her future, a-and maybe even her mental health, just for me. I can't let her do that."

"And you didn't… you don't think Weiss deserves to talk to you about this? I mean…" Ruby wasn't sure what else to say. This was so unlike her sister, to walk away from a situation instead of confronting it head-on. Of course she had Weiss's best interests at heart, but would this really be in her best interests?

"If I have any further contact with her, Winter will release the picture. I can't talk to her about. No matter how much I want to." Pulling at her hair even more, she was beyond caring how much it was starting to hurt. If anything the pain was just a distraction. "Don't you get it? My choice is either risk ruining her life, or look like a piece of shit. I can't win!"

"But you…" She knew she was grasping at straws now, but she couldn't just let her sister believe that the situation was completely hopeless. She couldn't believe it herself; that wasn't allowed. Nobody could put her sister in a situation where she had no choice but to hate herself this way. "There has to be something we can do!"

"I am doing something." Yang finally loosened her grip on her hair, giving herself that relief as she tried to calm her breathing. She'd had plenty of time to think of a plan while she was packing the essentials for Blake's, while she had to keep ignoring the nonstop calls and messages from Weiss that came the first two days. Now, there was just the odd one or two per day, starting to sound more and more defeated with each one. That had spurred on her plan.

"I'm staying away, so she can find someone she deserves. Who she can be happy with. Someone who's not a circus freak."

Ruby sat bolt upright. "Stop it! I c-can't- you know I can't stand it when you say stuff like this, even if it's about yourself, I- you're not a freak! You're my beautiful, strong, awesome sister, anybody would be lucky to have you, even someone as incredible as Weiss, and I… and I'm so mad right now!"

But the blonde just continued to stare outward into nothing. Occasionally she'd catch a stranger's glance again, and end up looking away and hiding herself. Her sister's words meant well, but when she was constantly being watched and pointed out, it didn't help at all. She felt like they were judging her, laughing at her. Like they had the exact same thoughts Winter did. The longer this was going on, the more of her confidence she was losing. The more she was starting to feel like Winter was right – that she was a freak, a sham of a woman. A fake.

And sure enough, she was beginning to sob again, voice high pitched and cracked thanks to the lump in her throat. "J-just… T-tell her I'm safe, I-if she's worried. You can't t-tell her what I told you about Winter though… Please."

The younger girl's voice was hushed when she said, "Don't do that. Don't… make me promise that, Yang - she's really upset. Not just a little, but a lot. Don't make me swear that I can't tell her…" But her voice already sounded dejected. She knew she would make the promise to her sister, and that she would keep it.

"I'm sorry…" Her own voice was just as quiet, just as defeated. "I'm sorry to put this on you, seriously, I am… but I have to protect her. I need to know you'll do that for me."

"Well… I'm not sure this is really protecting her. But I guess I can keep my lips zipped for a little while. As long as I think it’s not gonna hurt more than it helps. Wow, I'm so sorry this is happening, Sis - I thought everything was going so great…"

If anything, that made her sob yet again, finally wiping away the tears from one of her eyes. "It was. God it was, Ruby… That's why it hurts so much to know she's gonna have to hate me. Just don’t have any choice."

At this point Penny had finally made it back to the room, holding two bags full of food for them both from the cafeteria. But upon noticing Ruby was on the phone, she tried to keep herself quiet, only walking over to the desk to prepare each dinner quietly.

"Okay, um…" Ruby's silver eyes darted between her roommate and her phone, and she whispered. "I should go for now, but… listen. You are not a freak, you're not a bad person. And as soon as the semester is over, me and Penny are gonna take you out to Disney, or Knott's Berry Farm or something, okay? Just…" Her breath caught. "I know this'll be hard for a while, but you can get through it - and I can help, if you let me."

Finally, there was a shaky sigh from the other side the line. "I'll give you another call in a few days. Hopefully when I'm less… unstable. But if she asks… I'm safe. That's all she can know."

Penny looked toward her and mouthed "Yang?" , having finished plating up Ruby's pre-prepared meal, handing it over to her. But Ruby didn't take it quite yet. Nodding at her very briefly, she turned back to the screen and said, "I love you, Big Sister. Keep yourself safe or I'll kick your butt."

Then she gave an awkward little wave and disconnected the call. All Yang had managed to do was force a quick smile that didn’t even convince herself before it cut off. After which Penny passed over the plate of food again. Carbonara wasn't exactly doing to be a pick-me-up for something this drastic, but it was a start at least.

"Is she alright?"

"Not even a little." But there was no use in moping; not when she was literally powerless in the situation. Didn't do much to improve her mood as she dug into the food, of course, but it at least kept her from getting any sadder.

The last part of Yang ’ s journey was seen through teary eyes. The phone call was necessary, the final thing she needed to do before she could get on with her so-called plan, but it didn't mean it hurt any less. Now was when reality was beginning to kick her in the gut. The reality that now everything she had was twelve hours and several hundred miles away. Her family, her sister, her lover.

Or now, ex-lover. Yang couldn't see a way out of this anymore. Not when anything she could do would result in her picture being made public. Her career would be destroyed, no doubt her father would have a few things to say, and it would ruin her. Until a time when the world was yet more accepting of people like Yang, or even the possibility their favorite popstar might be gay when she hadn’t already paraded out in a rainbow suit, all she could do was step back, and allow Weiss to live the life she deserved. Without her complications.

The call to Blake wasn't any more fruitful than Ruby's attempts to get in contact. It had been just a quiet voice, asking “ Can I stop over for a few weeks? ” with no further comments as to why. Nor any jokes or witty humor that Blake had gotten used to now that her and her best friend were back in contact. She obliged, but had no clue what to expect when she would finally get there. But thankfully she wouldn't have to wait any longer.

The dark-haired girl smiled at her blonde friend as she made her way toward the townhouse, having parked the bike in a safe enough place. All she had on her was her guitar on her back, and the small trunk-attachment to her bike containing her clothes. She didn't exactly look too happy either, which made Blake step up to be the first to speak. "So… How was the open road? Feel free enough for you?"

But while Yang managed to force herself to chuckle at the comment, it began to descend rather quickly into a disheartened gaze into nothing. And then to teary eyes, then to full on sobbing right on Blake's doorstep.

Instantly, Blake was bending down to wrap her arms around Yang's shoulders. "Hey… hey, girl, don't cry. What's wrong?"

If she wasn't holding the case, she would have hugged straight back. Instead, all she did was nestle her head into Blake's neck, quite literally crying onto her shoulder. And she did so for a good few minutes before she could finally bring herself to speak again. But even that was very few words.

"I-I lost h-her… I-I can't… everything’s- W-We can't…"

"Lost who? Weiss?" Gulping, she looked around the neighborhood nervously and then gripped her old friend's bicep hard as she tried to help pick her up. "Come on, you can tell me about it inside - I'll get you some water."

They managed it eventually. "Here," Blake breathed as she pushed the plastic tumbler full of ice water into her hands. The ice cubes were shaped like stars; apparently, she had a special ice tray and had decided she needed them. "Now… I mean, you're totally welcome to crash in my spare room, but there's no bed in there. Just an old futon."

"That's f-fine…" She wiped away some of the tears with her spare hand, before taking a large gulp of water. The ice cold was a definite comfort to the lump in her throat, and was more than enough to calm her down as well. Downing already half of the cup, she finally placed it down on the coffee table, returning her hands to her knees as she kept staring into nothing.

"I left Weiss… I had to, to protect her. God it's all such a mess…"

Nodding as she sank down into the couch next to her friend, Blake said in a soft, soothing voice, "Yeah, I kinda guessed that. Start at the beginning…"

So Yang did. Blake listened patiently while the whole story about Winter came out, the old pictures and the threats-that-weren't-threats, her sudden flight from the skyscraper where the diva made her home. As they went on, Blake mostly just nodded, though her amber eyes were downcast and sad.

"Wow," she sighed at last, running a hand through her black bangs. "That was a really dick move of her, blackmailing somebody just because she doesn't like that you're dating her sister. What a piece of shit."

"A dick with a point, though…" Yang was still no better off. The tears had stopped at least, but she was still blankly staring outward, unable to give eye contact to even her friend anymore. Deeply sighing, she shrugged her shoulders. "If she can find those pictures so easy, someone who's a professional could, too. It's her or someone else…"

"Um… I hate to play a devil's advocate, but what's to stop them from doing that anyway?" Shrugging, she got up and grabbed a box from the coffee table, pulling it into her lap. It was patterned to look like a stack of old books, but was actually wooden. "You're all over the news still, you and that killer song you two made together. So like… you really think the interest is going to vanish just because you left?"

"Well duh. Of course they could. But if her and I aren't together, them finding out about me isn't going to damage Weiss's reputation, is it? If they did and it's me in the dirt, I don't care. But I can't let Weiss get smeared because of me… I just can't."

The other girl nodded as she opened the box up and began sifting through its contents. Some bits and bobs, a plastic bag. "You're doing better than I would. I'd probably have thrown that Winter jerk out on her ass and let the chips fall where they may, but that's just me."

"As soon as she called me 'sir' I wanted to punch her in the face…" At the thought, Yang's spare hand was clenching into a fist. But when she put the cup back down on the table, it was only then she noticed Blake's box. "What's that?"

"Something important," Blake told her as she opened the bag - and a sharp, earthy aroma filled the room. Taking a pinch of small green flakes from inside, she began stuffing them into the bowl of the pipe in her other hand. "Why didn't you punch her in the face? That sounds a lot more like you than running away, even if you were worried about your girlfriend."

Slapping a hand to her face, she pinched the bridge of her nose as she thought about that, and eventually groaned rather loudly. "I know, I know. But she’s my girlfriend's sister. And my boss's daughter. I'm pretty sure if I'd have been fired if I did punch her."

But within a few seconds, she sniffed the air. What was that? Yang recognized it, and yet she couldn't put her finger on just what…

"That's fair, I guess… well, not fair but it makes sense. About the least 'fair' thing I've heard of in a thousand years." Then she passed the pipe over to Yang, holding aloft a silvery Zippo lighter. No explanation was given, no hesitation; she just expected her to already know.

And then it finally clicked what that scent was. And what Blake was holding towards her face. "Hoooold the fuck up." She pushed the pipe slightly away. "Is this a hash pipe?"

"No, it's a half-pipe," Blake snorted sarcastically. "And I want you to grind it with your skateboard, bro." When Yang still looked between her and the pipe as if they were both independently crazy, Blake rolled her eyes. "Look. You just broke up with Weiss, and you couldn't control that. Wasn't your fault, you didn't do anything wrong - and you still ended up in this huge mess, being the scapegoat for her sister's bigotry. Now, I have some ice cream in the freezer, but all the ice cream in the world won't do you as much good as a few solid puffs of Mary Jane."

Yang continued to look between the pipe and Blake again. She was completely serious about this. She herself had never touched the stuff, only heard of it in passing and knew a couple of colleagues at Junior's used to smoke up. She was pretty sure Junior himself was on something stronger.

Holding the pipe, she chuckled to herself. "Y'know, never in a million years could I have guessed that my ex, who was such a goody two-shoes she'd never even kissed anybody before me, was gonna be teaching me how to get high."

"Oh," Blake said, trying her hardest not to laugh, "You're holding it backward. Here…" Turning the pipe around, she placed it back in her hand and then held up the lighter. "I'll do this part. You put your finger on that hole in the back; that's the carb. You hold that while you pull the first time, to help get the herb lit. Then you take your finger off and inhale more."

"…In English?" she teased. But holding it just as Blake asked, she knew she had the right idea. Once the herb was lit and the smoke was on it's way, Yang looked down toward it, taking a deep breath in…

Which was a huge mistake of course. Straight away, Yang ended up coughing and spluttering terribly, feeling her throat starting to close back up again. In a strained voice she managed to ask; "What the fuck was that?! Jesus Christ!"

This time, Blake couldn't suppress her laughter, and she pounded Yang on the back while her hand held the pipe still so none of the smoldering embers would spill. "That was your first hit! Huzzah!"

“You fu-” She had to break off to do more coughing. “OW! Ugh, couldn’t you have shown me-” More coughing “-how to do it first?”

"Yeah, that's fair, that's fair. Just wanted you to get first crack at it since… I mean, your need is greater than mine right now."

Taking the pipe from Yang, Blake raised it to her lips and pressed her finger against the carb, flicked the lighter again. Yellow flame sparked into life, then was drawn down into the bowl of singed green as Blake pulled in for a moment. Once her index finger slid off the end, the already-red weed glowed yet brighter. Then she lowered the pipe, looked casually over at Yang…

And nothing. Not for several seconds; no smoke came out. Just when Yang opened her mouth to ask what was going on, Blake finally blew out a heavy cloud directly at her. She coughed yet again, right away wafting her hand in front of her face to rid the smoke. But all she got in return was a smug grin from the woman in question. This still completely warped Yang's mind… That she had talked to Blake after all those years, and now she was getting high with her in her apartment. And they were having fun with it!

"Eww!" she laughed, taking the pipe back from her. "Keep your smoke to yourself, you damn filthy stoner."

"No," Blake told her defiantly. Then she bumped their shoulders together with a small smile. "I promise this is going to help you a ton. I mean, you don't have to - I'm not gonna kick you out if you wanna stop here, obviously. Just, I strongly recommend you try one more time first. See if you can get the hang of it - but try to kind of… 'eat' the smoke, almost."

"Eat the smoke… That sounds so weird, but I'll give it a shot."

Bringing it to her lips, she copied exactly as Blake did, letting the small amount of weed begin to burn as she pulled. Then she removed her finger, watching as it burned brightly. She could feel the smoke, only this time, she attempted to do as was recommended, taking in a small amount that bit at a time rather than just straight up inhaling it.

Satisfied, she lowered the pipe from her face and looked upward, blowing her own cloud upward and into the air. It was the strangest thing she had witnessed for a good while…

"Wow, that was a lot better," Blake said, actually impressed. "Then again, you've smoked enough cock by now…" Snorting, she slapped a hand over her face. "Damn, this stuff acts fast - I normally don't start spewing out stuff I really shouldn't for another ten or twenty minutes!"

"I still can't believe that you of all people smoke this stuff. You never even touched a cock before me," she teased right back. But Yang wasn't feeling any different just yet; if anything, just a little depressed. Had she taken enough? Maybe not. Looking back at the pipe again, she asked, "Can I go again? Or is this a one-shot thing?"

"Hey, go for it," Blake said with a shrug, laying the box of paraphernalia aside for the moment. "Any other day, I'd give you hell for bogarting the pipe, but like I said, this is all you this time. You need this."

"This is just all so new, it's still screwing with my head…" She kept talking about the pipe rather than anything else. Thinking about things may just make them worse if she kept going, and this was Blake's offer to try and help her get better. Taking another hit of the weed, she breathed out the smoke into the air again.

It was only now she was starting to feel the contented buzzing… and a slight numbness in her head. Like something had been opened up. It was a weird way to describe it, but it fit perfectly. Blake wasn't wrong.

Taking the pipe from Yang, Blake hesitated with her both of their hands still on it, eyes narrowed at her old friend. "Ohhhh yeah. You're feelin' it now, I can see it." Grinning mischievously, she raised it to take her own hit, then hesitated to say, "And I mean, I'm sorry if I seemed pushy about it before, but maybe now you're starting to get why."

Sitting right back on the sofa, she stared outward for no reason. She nodded to show she had paid attention to her, but was somewhat out of the conversation entirely. That was until she asked, "So was this your version of Break-up Ice Cream back in the day?"

"Huh?" Blake breathed out along with another plume of herb, lips pursing very slightly toward the end. Then she turned and asked again. "Back in what day?"

"Back when I… Ah crap." She cringed, closing her eyes tightly as she looked to one side. Was this how she was going to get over things? By going over and asking awkward questions about her other relationship. But when she seemed not to mind, she asked, "When it was me?"

That made Blake nod. She looked very slightly less comfortable with the conversation, but perhaps because of the chemicals now in her system, setting off reactions in her brain, it was a barely-perceptible difference.

"Nah. Back then it really was ice cream, and maybe a few appletinis at Junior's. I didn't pick up this habit until a year or so later. Some girl named Coco I worked with was always trying to get me to party with her, and I put her off, and put her off, and put her off…" Realizing she was starting to ramble, she giggled. "Buuuut not forever. Eventually I tried it, and it was just… freeing. Easy, and nice. Helped the troubles melt away, helped me relax."

"I can see the appeal. I mean, I just went for a shit tonne of booze but now that I think about it, that's really expensive…" She was beginning to ramble herself. Two hits were enough of the weed for the time being. It was enough to make her feel numb, but open her mind when thinking of what to say. And one thought…

"Wait, Coco… Tall girl? Never takes off her sunglasses or beret?"

"Yeah, that's her," Blake answered offhandedly, breathing out another hit of smoke; this time, she managed to make a tiny ring that slowly made its way up toward the ceiling. "And this shit can be expensive, too, but my guy has pretty fair prices. Nothing like what you'd see out in Colorado, though…"

"Maybe we should road trip there…" Although she was impressed by the ring that faded on the ceiling itself, she was clearly thinking herself, until she raised her hand up to snap her fingers. "Okay, I just remembered! That Coco girl was that girl I fucked… Like way back in school at a party I wasn't supposed to be at. Small world."

Blake was staring over at her with wide eyes, hand raised to pass the pipe back to her again. "You are shitting me. Yang, you are totally shitting me right now - you banged Coco?! That sassy asshole?!"

She stared at it a moment, debating whether or not to take another hit. But in the end she did, accepting it from her hands for a moment and getting it ready. But she continued first, "Dude I was, like, fifteen? She was a little older. I was a hormone-driven little virgin and we were both drunk as fuck. Put us in a room together and of course we'll end up banging each other's brains out."

"Well, I can tell you from experience that she was the lucky one in that equation," Blake laughed as she watched Yang took another long pull from the pipe, still full of disbelief. "You're a much better kisser - and I mean, we remember how the rest of it went."

Blowing it the smoke again, and attempting to make a ring just like Blake did, yet failing miserably, she looked back over, still holding the pipe to herself for a small while longer. She certainly did know the rest. With her mind buzzing as much as it was, she found herself grinning as she remembered the moments together. Even the sappy stuff. "I liked how you'd kiss me on the neck to try and get me in the mood, but then act completely innocent about it… Please tell me you do that to Sun, because he'll love it."

"Oh, God!" she laughed, mortified and covering her face with both hands. "Stooop! I was such a little dumbass…" Then she lowered them and pointed at Yang as she said, "What about you, with your smooth 'I'll act like I'm stretching so I can put my arm around you in the movie theater' routine?!"

But Yang only continued to smirk, and eventually gazed right back at Blake, raising her eyebrow. "What about that time in the movie theatre?"

Now Blake was squirming a lot more, cheeks reddening both from laughter and from that memory. "See? Even back when we were dating, you had way better moves than Coco - even if they were a little… primitive. And she kisses like she's a dog trying to lick a fire hydrant."

"Dude, dude dude dude; you banged Coco, too?!" Yang assumed, finally passing the pipe back over to her again. "I mean I get she gave you this stuff but wow."

"Wh-WHAT?! Oh shit, I said that, didn't I? Or not said it, but…" Thoroughly embarrassed, Blake had to sit still with the pipe for several minutes before she was able to continue.

"Yeah… I made out with her a few times, some heavy petting. We didn't really… um…" Her hand gestured a little too widely to be normal. "We weren't like you and me were, it was just when we were really stoned and feelin' it, but yeah. Kinda." Then she leaned very, very close and whispered, "I didn't lose my virginity to her like you did, though! Man… I mean, was she good? At that, not kissing; we know she's not great at kissing. She got better toward the end though."

"Nah you only lost your virginity to me." Ending up leaning right back into the sofa, and slightly into Blake as well. She wasn't lying about taking a few hits to unwind completely, all she wanted to do was giggle and/or sleep. But she didn't, she answered Blake's question after a bit of thought. "It was… embarrassing? We ’ re talking eight-ish years ago, though… I couldn't make her finish, she had to do it herself while I made out with her. Or more, while I got a dementor's kiss."

"DEMENTOR'S-" Now Blake laughed so hard that a few tiny bits of weed jumped from the pipe onto the floor, despite her best efforts. "Shit! That's- ffffuuuuuckkkk!!!!"

Yang was too giddy and giggly to care, and simply leant against Blake even more. "She was okay up till then, but like, how does someone think sucking out your soul is a way to kiss? I've had better kisses when Zwei licked my face!"

"Right?!" When she looked down at the pipe, she noticed most of the herb was ash, so she managed to push herself to her feet. "Whoa…" Wobbling, she glanced over her shoulder and said, "Be right back," and headed for the bathroom, carrying the pipe with her.

While Blake had left her on her own, Yang kept sinking further and further back into the sofa, only now taking the opportunity to rest her arms across the back of it. She was tempted to do it while Blake was sat with her by habit, but stopped as soon as she mentioned it was an old tactic of hers.

Not that those thoughts of Blake were back. That ship had sailed, which was a firm belief even when she was high as a kite. But some cuddling and giggling wouldn't hurt, not after the miserable half week she had just endured.

By the time Blake got back, she was tilting her head and staring toward the ceiling, clearly deep in thought about something. "Ready for round two?" Blake was sighing as sat, reaching for the box. As she did, she caught sight of the look on Yang's face and said, "Or… are we? You okay over there?"

Still staring up at the ceiling, Yang tilted her head in Blake's general direction. At least to let her know she was talking to her. "If Plastic is made from dead dinosaurs… And dildos are made from plastic… does that mean I've been fucked by a dinosaur, or that Weiss fucked me with a dinosaur?"

Of course, Blake dropped the Zippo in surprise at the bold statement. "Whoa, whoa, WHOA, she what?!" Then she laughed slightly as she retrieved it from the floor. "Woooow, girl, you guys were deep in it if she was willing to buy dildos! I mean, especially when they have to go where yours go."

"Oh it was pretty deep alright. In both ways if you know what I mean… eh??" She was back to giggling again, face creasing up as she tried to stop herself from having another giggle fit. Although upon noticing Blake was going for more of the weed, she started to smile. "Remind me to get some of that one day, this shit's good."

"I'll hook you up before you leave, if you want." Packing the bowl a second time, Blake cleared her throat and asked, "I mean… I knew you said you took it in the ass when you were with guys. Kinda figured that. But I guess I wasn't expecting you to keep doing that if you're with… you know. A vagina-having girl." Then she flashed a sheepish grin over at her old friend. "Sorry if I said that in a dumb way."

"You're fiiiiiine." There was emphasis on that part as she finally looked back toward her again, eyes half closed in her happy daze. "I was surprised too. There I was showing her a nice hanfu I bought, then next minute there's a biiiig blue strap-on in my face."

"STRAP-ON!" Blake was literally gaping at her, jaw almost to the floor. "Wow, you guys- that pop princess actually…" Then her brow wrinkled. "What's a 'hanpoo'?"

Now Yang was in her giggling fit however, face creasing up yet again as she wore a ridiculous grin on her face. Blake now knew that a popstar who was once famous for her Christianity was apparently quite the freak in the bedroom. And that wasn't even the half of it. Though the pronunciation of the dress also didn't help her giggling. "It's 'Hanfu', it's like a nice dress. Something we wear at formal occasions."

"Something trans people wear at formal occasions? Why did I not know about this?" Finally finished packing the bowl, she raised it to her lips as she asked, "Does Laverne have one?"

Laughing yet again, she sat herself upright so she could be ready to take it after Blake. "You dumb fuck, try the other minority I am. Y'know, the Chinese side?"

Blinking, Blake sat there for a few seconds as she processed that information. "Ohhhh." Then she smiled over at Yang. "You were always kinda… resistant to your heritage. Didn't care much. That's great for you if you're embracing it more, like… yeah, man. Be all the parts of who you are, and stuff."

"Was more to shut dad up and sate Weiss's curiosity. Though it did look really nice I think…" Then gradually her smile was slipping. Still dazed, but slipping. "She's got the pictures though… I'll have to show you another time…"

Blake didn't notice at first; she was too busy hitting the pipe. Then she looked over as she blew out the smoke and saw Yang backsliding into melancholy. She looked at her for a minute, contemplating. This could get a lot worse if things kept going in that direction.

"Hey, wanna try something fun?" she said with a wicked glee.

Blinking a couple of times, she looked back around to her, tilting her head. That was a smile she recognized… But couldn't remember why. But she was too dazed to care. "Fuck it, whatever it is, go for it."

Still grinning and trying not to giggle, Blake took another huge drag on the pipe, sucking in far more smoke than was usual. Then she motioned for Yang to lean closer, turning in her direction with tiny wisps spilling from the corners of her mouth. Looking toward the smoke coming out of her mouth, she wondered just what she was up to. She had suspicions, but was too stoned to care.

Her suspicions were well-founded. The hand holding the lighter pulled down on Yang's chin just enough to open her mouth, then leaned in and pressed their lips together - but instead of kissing her, she started blowing the smoke hard and fast into Yang's mouth. And without warning, Yang was breathing it in. Thankfully she wasn't so unprepared she was coughing and spluttering like the first hit, but she never expected to be locked lips with Blake again. But again, she was too stoned to care about drawing back straight away.

Eventually she did however, and breathed the smoke out toward their side, ending up staring into the dilated pupils of her 'tutor'.

"…Well."

"Huzzah, Yang Xiao Long - you have just been shotgunned." Blake was smiling a secret smile, one Yang would remember all too well. A smile that displayed opportunities to her. But she didn't do anything else, didn't move in again; she just held up the pipe and lighter for Yang to take next.

Yang looked back down at it a moment, and then back toward her. Once again, the smile was beginning to come back. Tonight, Yang was going to forget everything for a while. Forget that she was still upset about what happened with Winter, forget the boundary she had set herself of 'never going back'. She was going to be selfish.

Taking the pipe, she copied just what Blake did, taking a deep breath in and holding it in her mouth. And then she took Blake's lips, breathing it out into her mouth just as she did for her. That was the first step, but she sensed there was more to come. This time, Blake also drew back to breathe the smoke out… but only an inch or two. They were too close, too intimate for just smoking buddies.

"This is… good stuff," she whispered, licking her lips. Yang's had been on them a second ago, warm and soft.

Even if she was still holding the pipe upright, Yang waited until both of them were finished exhaling the smoke, before she acted on her selfish instinct. In four years, she never forgot that smile, or what it meant. It was one of those things she knew by heart. Their lips met, and she was kneading against them slowly and intimately. At times she bit her lips, others she was lightly gasping for breath. Everything about it was needy, like she'd been deprived of it for years.

There was a surprised "Mmmhh!!" from the brunette when Yang changed the game, but she didn't resist, didn't pull away or stop her. After the first few seconds, her body began to respond, lips smashing back with as much passion and desire, hands coming up to wrest on Yang's sides instead of taking the pipe and lighter back. The familiar feeling of their mouths entwined gave way to tongues seeking out each other in record time, and quiet sighs of contentment came out through her nose here and there.

Memories were starting to push out the more recent ones. She remembered what Blake liked after all this time, memories brought back by her own 'style' of kissing. She brushed her tongue against the side of Blake's on occasion, still sometimes breaking to gasp and sigh in contentment. 'God I missed this,' she thought to herself, expression loosening from its melancholy to that of relaxation. A breath of cannabis was one thing to calm her down, but the breath of Blake was another altogether.

All the while, she tried to keep a hold of the lighter and the pipe, but that was getting increasingly difficult. After some time, Blake seemed to realize that the pipe was still in play. She drew back with a needy moan of regret and took them away from Yang, raising her pipe to her mouth without another word.

But her eyes… they stayed on Yang this time. It was as if she couldn't look away from her anymore. Didn't want to.

Just as Yang did with her. Maybe it wasn't in the same loving way she would have done those years ago, but it was still a need. A selfish need to try and pick herself up, and have what she wanted. Screw what anyone else thought, she was going to make out with Blake. And she was going to like it. No one could stop them, not even…

"Oh, fuck…" The dazed eyes closed shut tightly for a moment as she cringed. She never moved away, but the passing thought couldn't go unannounced. "Your boyfriend… Sun…"

"Right… RIGHT!" Blake set the pipe and lighter down on the coffee table very carefully with shaking hands, then turned to gape at Yang. "Shit, I was just chilling with you and totally forgot… that might be a thing, right? Oh man…" Running a hand through her hair, she flopped back against the couch. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this… I mean, shotgunning you, turning it into something else. Too far, and you just got here and everything!"

Yang ran her own hands over her face and dragged them downwards, pulling her lower eyelids with them a moment. Why did that thought have to come up now? When she was so stoned off her ass she couldn't think straight! Even if she wasn't panicking, which would have been a very Yang thing to do given the situation, she groaned outward.

"No, it's my fault," she began, looking down at the pipe again. "I shoulda just asked for ice cream as soon as I got in, or shoved you away… Awh fuck, I've ruined everything again…"

"Nah, dude," Blake soothed her as she petted along her glorious blonde hair. "You're fine, it's not…" Clearing her throat, she pulled Yang in and hugged her tightly. "You didn't do anything wrong. I got you stoned, and I'm the one used to handling my high. I was trying too hard to cheer you up and not thinking about how I was doing it, so… I'm really sorry, okay?"

Looking downwards toward the floor, she said nothing. Not agreeing, not disagreeing. They were both to blame, deep down Yang knew it. But with all of the self-hatred she was still feeling from the past few days, she couldn't believe it. She could only put the blame on herself.

And the flood of memories started to come back, as did the crashing reality of what she had done. She kissed someone else. Her ex. Her ex who was in another relationship, while she still was trying to get over hers. Even if she had to leave, it still felt like cheating. Cheating on the woman she loved with her best friend. And that crashing reality had bought the tears back into her eyes, and made her fall forward against her own knees, putting her face against them as she cried loudly once again.

"Fuck," Blake breathed, clutching at Yang's back all the more tightly. "God am I an idiot… don't cry, Yang, I d-didn't mean to make it worse…" But Blake was already crying herself, from the mere fact that Yang was. "I was g-gonna get us ice cream next… I'll get you some if you stop, okay? Damn it…"

"I-I just… ruined your relationship too…" she sobbed, but instinctively leant into her warm hug. Even if it felt like the worst thing she could do, she was still so desperate for intimacy she did it anyway, nuzzling against her. "Why do I ruin everyone's lives?! What did I d-do to deserve this?!"

Blake pulled back to gaze into her face, one hand gripping her neck hard. "You're not ruining anything! This is just a… weird thing, we're old friends who are really high right now! I don't care, Sun won't care - it's not gonna be a big deal, I promise."

She didn't make eye contact, or at least she tried not to. All she did was continue to let the tears fall. Maybe the more recent events were salvageable, but she felt there was something that wasn't. "But I ruined everything with Weiss now…"

“ Shush with that, ” she told Yang, kissing her cheek gently. Like she was made of glass. “ You did the best you could with a horrible situation … I don ’ t know if I could even have done as well as you. Seriously, God, I would have clawed her eyes out if that was me! ”

Looking downward into the ground, Yang couldn't think of anything else to say about it. She did all she could, or, all she could without making things violent. Maybe that would be the better option. Or…

"Maybe she's right…" Yang said quietly. "She was young and never had even a kiss before me… Maybe I did take advantage without thinking about it…"

"Don't go down that road. I went there after we broke up and it didn't get me anywhere." Then she cringed. "Damn, shouldn't have said that; I'm not trying to make this about me. But yeah, I felt guilty about all kinds of shit, and blamed you sometimes, and I mean… what was the point? When it comes down to it, we would have torn each other apart if we stayed together back then, so it was just the best for everybody involved. Not that my brain was ready to admit that right away."

Sniffing again, Yang's sobs were starting to die down. It was only tears that continued to fall. "But this is different…" she began, hunching her shoulders. "We both had personal problems back then. I was discovering myself and you were still really anxious about people in general. Me and Weiss?" She was starting to ramble. But again, she was too stoned to care. Even if it was getting personal.

"I'm more or less done with my growing. But she… she has so much further to go. She hates her own body, hated it to the point she nearly cried when I first saw… all of her. And she's insecure of how people will judge her… How her father will judge her. A girl that's been repressed so long and I was the only one that treated her like a person… Of course she'd have felt things for me! But I should have held mine back, been a good enough person to let her grow more rather than take advantage…"

Tears were still spilling down Blake's cheeks from before, and Yang's tale didn't help anything. "You're such a good person… even though you were just trying to do what you thought was best, you still beat yourself up like this…" Her hand came up and began caressing Yang's face, thumb smoothing over her eye and nose on accident in her altered mental state. "You didn't take advantage of Weiss, okay? She's an adult, you're an adult, you were adulting together. It's just… one of those things."

Things had died down. Now she was just back to the same state she had been for the past few days. At least, now with the addition of being completely relaxed thanks to the weed. That was one plus side at least. After a moment of staying in Blake's grip, she sighed.

"Maybe I should think about this more when I'm not high as a kite."

"Maybe," Blake said with a shrug. "But I mean, sometimes being high helps me think shit through. Gives me a new perspective." She smiled cautiously as she added, "And I'm not going anywhere either way, you got that?"

Thinking on that for a moment, she backed herself up and out of Blake's grip. Only so she could lean forward and rest her head against her shoulder instead. It wasn't exactly anything like a hug or a cuddle, but it was all she had the energy to do, and the only way she could show Blake she was grateful. All that followed was a small whisper.

"Thank you."

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No matter how much you squirm you won‘t get out ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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TW/CW: Electrocution, implied mind reading, punishment, threats, a tad of fantasy racism Word count: 1'589

Harmonia was awakened by a sharp tug of the chain connected to her collar. She choked, coughed, and blinked against the sharp light. Fuck she hated that thing. Out of shock, she had opened her eyes way too fast and now they were filled with needles. What was wrong with her?? Was she losing her nature? Her eyes should be used to much more brightness. Please no-

“Good morning, doll.”

Harmonia groaned as she pushed herself up. Only to be pushed down to the floor again by a foot pushing down hard on her back.

“You always make such brute sounds, I can’t have that from my doll, do you understand?”, Electra drawled.

Harmonia pressed her lips together, filling them with oxygen to prevent any sounds from slipping out. She squeezed her eyes shut in pain as the charred feathers touched each other and sent waves of pain into her brain. When she had finally made it into a sitting position she looked up at Electra who was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully clothed already. Always making sure she could tower over her. She would love to get up on her feet but that would only result in Electra forcefully bringing her down again, probably on her knees, painfully. And she didn’t want to cause herself more pain than necessary. “Good morning, Ma’am.”

“Did you have a good sleep?”

“Better than I imagined, sleeping next to a monster. Urgh, I guess my body wanted me to have enough strength for today.”

Electra chuckled. She stood up from the bed, crouched down and unlocked the collar around her angel’s throat. Then she straightened up and gestured for her doll to do the same.

Shakily Harmonia came to her feet and while doing so, the demoness-Electra put a hand under her jaw and lifted it until she straightened up and they were holding eye contact.

“You think I’m a monster, Harmonia?”

Harmonia hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out the best strategy. Her inner alarm was going crazy but she just couldn’t put her finger on why.

“Come on, I give you permission, to be honest, you didn’t have a problem speaking your mind before.”

Okay, doesn’t matter anyway, it’s already too late. “Yes. I think you’re a monster.”

“Well that’s funny.”-Suddenly Electra’s grip turned more forceful, and Harmonia could feel her jaw starting to hurt-“When you didn’t even see the worst of me yet.”-The room seemed to get darker and the temperature seemed to drop with every passing moment. Chills were running down Harmonia’s body-“You think what you experienced so far was monstrous? You poor, naïve, dumb, child. Trust me on this, you don’t want to see me become the monster you say I am. Now ask me to give you breakfast. Ask me nicely or receive your punishment starved.”

Harmonia was still only looking at her, she wished she knew what to do right now, anything, but there was nothing in her mind. As much as she hated it, this time she had to admit she was…outmatched. For now. Yeah. “If-if you would be so gracious, Ma’am, might I have breakfast, please?”

“You may. Otherwise, you simply don’t last long enough.” Electra let go of her angel’s jaw and ordered her to follow as she made her way to the eating room. Once there they ate. Electra noticed that her angel barely managed to keep the food down even with her stomach grumbling through the room. She sighed. “If you puke on the table you’re gonna clean it.”

“Understood, Ma’am.”

“Listen, doll, it won’t do you any good to panic over it now. I am going to punish you for misbehaving either way, try to not make it harder for yourself than it needs to be.”

Harmonia gulps, looks down again, takes a deep breath, looks back up and nods. “I will do my best, Ma’am.”

“Good, because that’s what I expect from my dolls.”

Of course. Of course only the best is good enough. Nothing has changed since I left home. Don’t think of that now. Another thought bawled(?) for her attention. Harmonia suppressed a shiver. She could only hope that Electra wouldn’t decide to permanently injure her. Or take her wings. The angel paled even more at that thought. Suddenly she couldn’t stand living in her own head anymore and she finished her breakfast as quickly as possible.

“Suddenly so enthusiastic.”, Electra grinned.

Harmonia dared to not answer to that and blessedly Electra let it slide.

After they were both done, and Harmonia felt like the demoness took eons to eat, they both stood up. Electra ordered her angel to follow and they went back to her bedroom. There the demoness stood in the middle of the room, facing Harmonia and the crackling fireplace. “You disappointed me, doll.”

It shouldn’t sting. It really shouldn’t. But it did.

“You can’t expect me to just let that slide, can you, doll? When you decided to betray me.”

Yeah definetly, how could I after you tortured me so nicely.

“Tell me, doll, what was going on inside your head during all that?

“What do you mean? I wanted to get out of here. You’re keeping me against my will.”

“Did you never think about anybody else? Or were you just hurting and decided that make sure you hurt me as well? And everybody else, by putting me in a bad mood?”

Harmonia just stared at the demoness.

“But that as it may, I’m sure you will learn to be less selfish.” Electra stepped closer to Harmonia. “Now tell me you’re sorry for trying to escape. And that you won’t do it again.”

Harmonia pressed her lips together. Then she spoke in a trembling voice. “ I am sorry for trying to escape. I won’t do it again, Ma’am.”

Electra sighed. That was a lie, doll.”

Before Harmonia could react a shock, strong enough to knock out a horse drove through her entire body. Her knees buckled and she collapsed to the ground.

Electra stepped behind her and ran her finger through the angel’s thick wavy (rose) hair. Then she gripped and pulled her doll’s head up by it.

Harmonia grunted in pain as she was pulled upwards by her hair. Now she was on her knees with her head held up.

“So, another time. Tell me you’re sorry for trying to escape. And that you won’t do it again.”

“Harmonia grits her teeth. “I won’t try to escape again, I’m sorry.” Another shock travelled through her body. And Harmonia could only try not to scream. Her body had started twitching and her scalp hurt already from the strain of the pulling.

“And now the honest version, doll?”, Electra demanded.

“G-go t-to h-hell.” Harmonia stuttered.

“There you go, doll.”

After that sentence Harmonia couldn’t hear or feel anything besides the pain inglufing every fibre of her body. She didn’t know for how long Electra let the voltage run through her, she just wanted it to stop. Somebody was screaming, maybe her?

Electra let the lightning run out. Her angel was twitching violently but she didn’t let go of her. “Are you now ready to embrace the truth?”, she asked a bit too cheerful.

Harmonia could barely talk. Only incoherent stutters came out as she tried to answer the demoness.

“Tsk tsk tsk, we can’t have that can we.” She freed one of her hands from her doll’s hair and touched her forehead.

Instantly Harmonia stopped twitching so violently. Now only some involuntary flinches and pain remained.

“Now, shall we try this again? Tell me what I want to hear!”

“I’m sorry that I tried to-to escape! I won’t try it again.”

“Hmmm, why do I not believe you…” -Harmonia tensed up again, closing her eyes in anticipation of the next wave of torture.- “Oh right, because I can see that you’re lying! Hopefully you’ll be wiser next time.”

“No-no-wait!-Argh!”, Harmonia yelled as the next shock waves ran through her.

“I won’t wait, and you can’t beg your way out of this. What were you doing when I caught you?”

Through the flaring pain Harmonia pressed out: “Trying to escape.”

“Are you sorry about your mistake?”

“N-No.”

“What were you trying to do when I caught you?”

“Trying to escape!”

“Are you sorry about your mistake?”

“I’m sorry you caught me!”

“That’s not what I asked, Harmonia! What were you doing when I caught you?”

“I tried to escape!”, Harmonia basically sobbed by now(?).

“Are you sorry for your mistake?”

“I am! I’m sorry I tried to escape!” Harmonia screamed. Tears running over her cheeks.

“Will you do it again?”, Electra pressed mercilessly.

“No. No I won’t escape again!”

Electra waited a few moments before she raised her voice again. “So you tried to escape? And you’re sorry? And you won’t do it again?”

“Yes! Yes, Ma’am, all of that!”

Electra looked down on her angel, withdrew her electricity and let go of her hair.

Harmonia dropped to the ground and could only think of the burning pain her body was drenched in. Somewhere far away she registered that somebody was moving her. Then she was laying on something soft, legs maybe? And somebody, a woman was talking. She tried to focus and understand the words. Finally she could make out a few pieces. none of this…have happened if…just behaved…Wouldn’t need to…instead be nice…like this. Then she could feel how hands stroked through her hair, gently, massaging the scalp. And that was the last thing she felt.

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AI-less Whumptober

Day 25 "Why didn't you save me?"

TW/CW: Emotional angst, verbal abuse, despair, wing whump, does this need a mild gore warning? I really don't think so?? Family trauma, aftermath of torture Word count: 771

Blood dripped down from Harmonia's broken form as she stumbled over the concrete floor towards the meeting room. Chances were highest that she'd find them there. And really as she a moment later pushed the doors open with her body weight and had to catch herself to not crumble to the floor. She found all of them here. Her old employers, ex-colleagues, and others. The ones that had sent her on this fucking damned mission!

Instantly the guards shot towards her but the man at the top of the table stopped them: „No, don‘t you hurt her!“

He looked pained she didn‘t fail to notice, so he must recognize her. But Harmonia she couldn‘t bring herself to feel empathy for him. Not anymore. Not after…everything. She caught one of her old colleagues stare behind her, pure horror painted on his face and she followed his gaze and looked behind her even though she already knew what he was looking at. Her face flushed red and she sank in more in herself when her gaze fell onto her crippled wing. Torn, bloody and broken. It was just too much. „Stop staring at it! Stop just sitting here and staring! All of you! Why?! Why didn‘t you come save me?! You knew where I was! You knew exactly! You were the ones that sent me there! You could have gotten me out! Why didn‘t you save me?! You left me there to die, you left me with…with her! Why?!” Tears had started flowing out of her eyes and her chest heaved strongly. Her gaze calling upon an answer from everybody in this room. Some kind of explanation. “Harmonia we…We wanted to. I promise but…-“, one of her old “friends”, more like acquaintances, began. “-But it simply wasn’t worth the risk.”, a woman added. Harmonia didn’t know the woman, but somehow she really reminded her of somebody. “Too many angels would have gotten hurt in the process of saving somebody as generic as you. You were…A casualty.”, the woman continued emotionlessly. Harmonia’s eyes widened at the woman’s word. They stung in her broken and bruised heart and drove the shards of it deeper into each other. She sounded like her mother. Just…worse. “You weren’t cut out for this life anyway, dear one.”, another woman continued. Harmonia’s breath caught, when did that woman come in?! She wasn’t here before. Her voice and appearance-she looked like-no it couldn’t be. Not her, not her, not her, not her! “For any of this. But you were perfect for her. Everything she could have asked for. It was a good home, wasn’t it?” “Nononononono.”, Harmonia whispered to herself, shaky legs now completely giving out under her. Suddenly the two women were standing next to her. “We didn’t save you because you weren’t somebody worth saving.” “-Because you don’t want to be saved. Isn't that right? Because we didn’t want to.” What?-NoNoNoNoNo. “Please, stop, no…No, no…”, Harmonia started to sob on the ground, the two women staring down at her with a smile and cold eyes. Harmonia awoke with a jolt and a yelp and didn’t know where she was. She blindly searched around behind her with her hand until she found her left wing. It was perfectly fine. No blood, no torn muscles, no broken bones, and feathers. She could have cried in relief. It was just a dream. But then the memory of the dream really started to settle in and real tears started welling up in her eyes. This couldn’t be the truth, right? No, it was just a nightmare. But…But if it wasn’t then why hadn’t they already saved her? Why was she still here? It must be true. Either way breaks her heart and she rolls herself closer in front of the fireplace. Tears drawing paths over her cheeks. And apparently Electra’s words were starting to sink in since she heard them in her dreams. And it scared her! She shivered, a trembling the crackling fire couldn’t subdue. There was no use in trying to sleep, she knew it would be pointless. Even if Electra would scold her for her dark eye rings and sleepiness tomorrow, she didn’t want to experience this horror again.

Bonus✨

"Why didn‘t you protect me?! Why didn‘t you save me?! You were supposed to make sure I’m safe!! That was the only-the one reason you were sent here! To make sure I don't get...That it doesn't happen again! Why!? Answer me! You owe me at least that! Do you know what happened to me?! What you could have! Just...you were assigned for my prottection...why couldn't you protect me when it really mattered? Why didn't you save me...?"

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No matter how much you squirm you won‘t get out ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

AI-less Whumptober

Day 13 (Words carved into skin)

TW/CW: Deranged whumper vision, creepy whumper, pet whump, defiant whumpee-trying at least, scared whumpee, sadistic whumper, intimate whumper, carving, owning, cconditioned pet whumpees, magical whump, electrocution, lady whump Word count: 2'031

When Harmonia woke up, she did not expect to see Electra wait for her. Sitting on an armchair next to her at the fireplace. Where the fuck did that Ash bather get that chair now?! She quickly sat up, wings flapping a bit. "What are you doing here? So early.”, she asked.

Electra raised an eyebrow.

“I mean-good morning, Ma’am. ", Harmonia quickly corrected her mistake.

Electra smiled. "Well, I am here to sweeten up your morning and I have some good news for you."

"What are they, Ma'am?" Did I finally make it?!

“You're allowed to eat in the cafeteria with the other dolls. For good behaviour!" she replied, still smiling.

“Really? Thank you, Ma'am!" Stupid idiot.

Electra got up and waited for her angel to prepare herself and follow her outside. She led her through the labyrinth of hallways in the mansion until they arrived at a big double door. Two guards were placed on either side. “Now, go inside. Eat. And then wait for me afterwards. Don’t cause me any trouble. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you.”

Electra nodded contently and walked away while the guards opened the door.

Harmonia walked a few steps into the gigantic room until her brain could finally process what her eyes were seeing. Her legs gave in under her and she fell to her knees. There were rows and rows of creatures. Tables filled with them. Barely any empty seats. She couldn’t even clearly see the end of the hall. I never knew there were so many… But before more despair could sink in she was pushed hard into the small of her back by a guard. She had to keep moving. As if in trance she got up, went to get her food-and it looked way better than what she had eaten so far-and searched for an empty seat. Finally she found one towards the end of the hall. Harmonia sat down on the wooden seat and was glad that her legs carried her this far. She felt sick but she knew she needed to eat. Otherwise she would only regret it later.

Next to her was a boy that looked like he was a fae. With short, fluffy hair and elegant clothes. Opposite of her were a centaur laying on a special furniture and a girl that looked like she was a cupid. Or had been a cupid. But definitely an angel.

Harmonia gulped. She scanned the girl’s red hair and her pink dress uniform. Her white wings were smaller than Harmonia’s but way fluffier. She eventually noticed something was off, looked up and met her gaze. She looked terrified and instantly ripped her gaze away.

“You should really eat.”, the fae boy said. “There’s not so much time and you’re already late.”

That’s not wrong, she thought. “Thanks. You’re right.”

The three were loosely holding conversation while Harmonia was eating. They were talking about what they would do today. The fae boy wanted to go outside. Cupid wanted to talk to the others if she could. Specifically to one in particular and the centaur just wanted to lay near the fire, their once broken legs were aching badly today. But they all said the same thing. As long as Electra didn’t need them.

“Aren’t you tired of this?! How can you just accept that that’s all there is? She’s a monster! How can you be okay with that?!”, Harmonia interrupted them with silent urgency.

“Be okay with it? We love her. And she loves us. She’s given us everything. You’ll see.”, Cupid said.

“But you can’t say things like that!”, the centaur said.

“It’s rude. And mean.”, Fae-boy added.

Harmonia was just sitting there in shock but she didn’t want to give up yet. “She tortured you!! Kidnapped you from your old lives and imprisoned you! When was the last time any of you-“

“Quiet!”, Cupid now said sternly. “You’re talking non-sense. And I don’t want to get into trouble only because you’re in denial! The world outside has hurt you but trust me she can make it better. She will make you right.”

Harmonia just sat there, staring at her emptied plate, and trying not to throw up. Then a loud bell sounded and instantly all the creatures around her got up and walked orderly out of the hall. Harmonia followed, again as if in trance until she was held back by the guards.

“You wait here.”

Harmonia rolled her eyes, but she didn’t have to wait very long.

«So? How did it go?" asked the demoness's cold voice from behind Harmonia. She quickly spun around, bowing her head. "It was a very interesting experience, Ma'am, thank you. Electra raised her eyebrows. "So, you had no trouble whatsoever?" she asked again. "I mean the food was something I have never eaten before, and probably something you wouldn't find in Paradisio.-But it was tasty!" Electra took a fast step forward and slapped Harmonia hard across the face. Harmonia's head flew to the side and as the sound echoed in the hallway. She felt the painful sting of the slap paired with a faint needles and pins of electricity. "You're lying to me, doll.", she warned coldly.

"N-No." Harmonia tried.

"Oh please, don't try to make yourself sadder than you are."

Harmonia sent her a hateful glare through the fear that had settled deep in her bones by now.

"Did you really think I didn't know that you would try to turn my dolls against me? Did you really think I trusted you enough to let you out? No, you haven't yet seen the right way, and this was a test to prove it to me and to yourself. Now come along. I am gracious enough to still help you. And we will also have to punish your disobedience, am I right?"

"Bullshit!", Harmonia cussed out.

"You can either come willingly or I can make you, your choice."

"Okay, okay.. ..I'm coming…"

Electra led her through the labyrinth of hallways until they somehow arrived at a familiar wide staircase. Honestly how was her orientation in this mansion so bad?! Yes, she hadn't been let outside of her room much but still. This couldn't be right. Carefully, afraid of overstepping a boundary she reached out and let her white skin grace over the marble of the railing. It felt so familiar. An ache flared up in her heart and she had to hold back tears. "Fuck, I wanna go home.", she whispered to herself.

Electra's gaze quickly shot back to where Harmonia was walking. She had heard the girl's comment and as much as it angered her, she could make use of this yet.

After a few minutes the two arrived before a dark wooden door. It wasn't Electra's bedroom that's for sure. That door looked different. The door now opened after Electra had laid her hand on it. She stepped to the side and made a gesture for her to walk first.

"After you, my doll."

Harmonia suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and walked into the dim room. It had no windows, but a large number of spotlights illuminated the room. Now she could see that the walls were over and over covered with portraits. There must be pictures of thousands of creatures, she guessed by the length of this gallery. There were little plackets with text under each picture. Harmonia read one under the picture of what looked like a night elf or something. There was the date when she was kidnapped and how, the date in which she became...obedient and date of death.

Electra kept silent, just watching her doll. She could see the horror on her face. It was beautiful and she was excited at the thought of getting to see more of it very soon. Her angel looked down the hall and her wings twitched nervously. Then she looked up. Electra guessed that she was trying to calculate the number of slaves she owns and had owned. Then her doll slowly turned around, wings spreading out threateningly. "Yes? Speak your mind.", she encouraged her.

“You’re a monster. How can you do this? What is wrong with you?!”

Electra just chuckled humourlessly. “I thought I made clear that you shouldn’t call me that last time, my doll. Did I not?”

Harmonia shivered but she didn’t let go. “These are all people! They have their own lives! You-You’re-They don’t love you! They’re just scared!”

“Yes. Criminals”, she drawled the word out. “They were all on a misguided path. Unhappy says the fucking criminal herself, hypocritical bitch I took them in and gave them a better life. And all I ask for in return for saving them is a bit of devotion and obedience. That is not too much to ask for. Soon enough you will see it too.”. She stepped forward to Harmonia, from the flick of her finger a fine line of electricity shot towards her angels left wing. She instantly pulled them in in pain and her demeanour significantly lost fire. Electra gently but firmly grabbed her shoulders and led her forward to the end of the gallery. There were some newer looking portraits and Electra guided her angel to one particular portrait.

Harmonia’s breath caught as she recognized who was on the picture. It was her! It was a picture from when she was still with her family. Filled with dread she forced her gaze lower, onto the metal plaquette. There was the date of her capture-her failed mission. There was no date of death yet. And at the date of obedience-Harmonia froze, dread settling itself in her so overwhelmingly powerful that she couldn’t sense anything else.

Date of obedience: Soon…

“So? Have you seen enough?”, Electra murmured next to her doll’s ear, nuzzling her head into her fluffy hair. I really hate to do this to you but I need to make sure my message settles in. I can’t stand seeing you suffer for so long. She pulled a blade out of the folds of her clothing and with ease let it magically pass though the layers of clothing. As soon as she felt the tip of the knife touch skin she heard Harmonia whimper. A silent, barely audible, beautiful sound. She began to carve, line for line, using her magic to cauterize the wounds instantly. With another flick of her hand she projected a mirrored image in front of Harmonia’s face, so she could see what she was working on. But her angel struggled and nearly made her mess up. “Stop!-Moving so much! I might hurt you.”, she warned and was pleased to feel her doll’s resistance die. She finished the circle around her work and felt the old-known feeling confirm that she did everything right. “This.”, she said slowly, simultaneously craving the word on the line of her spine upwards, between her wings. “Is.”, another whimper from Harmonia, “Home.”, she finished and stepped back to admire her work. Her sigil and three words lining herself up over her back. Electra heard a broken sob coming from Harmonia. She gently turned her angel around, cupping her doll’s cheek, wiping away a tear. “Hey, I’m sorry my dear, I don’t want to hurt you, I’m only trying to help. So you don’t plague yourself. As soon as you understand that you will be happy. Truly happy. Come here.”, she said and hugged her angel, careful not to touch the wounds on her back.

Harmonia started sobbing in the demoness’ arms, she didn’t want to but there was no stopping it. She barely realized that they were leaving the room, walking with her head buried in Electra’s clothing and the demoness’ arm wrapped around her. She only faintly realized that they sat on a bed and her hands were pulled up and chained to a bed post. She felt Electra’s arms wrap around her again and the softness of the bed and allowed herself to just cry.

Electra held her angel tightly and the last thing her maids saw of her before they closed the door was the triumphant sadistic grin laying on her face.

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auroragehenna · 8 months

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No matter how much you squirm you won‘t get out ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

TW: Electrocution, knife whump, intimte/creepy-whumper, angel/demon whump, pet whump, petnames, non-con touch (non-sexual

Word count: 2‘043

Harmonia was once again questioning her life choices. But this time she fucked up big time. And that even though everything was going so well. Even if she was still new to the people that had hired her, she was sure she could pull this off if she put her all into it. Now she was lying next to her target, partially restraining one of the princess’s arms and one of her own arms stretched out over the princess’s throat. Her right arm was restrained by the other girl whose free hand was around her own throat. When she finally managed to pry the hand away from her throat, the partially restrained arm managed a touch in return.

“I don’t necessarily need to choke you Angel and you know it. Do you know that at a certain voltage lightning becomes really hot?”, the princess taunts.

Harmonia subconsciously tried to wiggle away from the touches on her throat, but it was no use. A dulled-out part of her brain wondered weakly about the lightning. Didn’t the princess have different magic?

“So, what are you going to do, huh? Torture me? Interrogate me simultaneously? Kill me?”

“So impatient.” The princess laughed.” It’s like you’re begging me to hurt you.”

Harmonia scoffs: “You wish.”

“Oh, sweetheart if I wanted to get you begging I could. But that’s no fun yet.”

“I. would. rather. die.” Harmonia shoots back. “Alright, sure.” The princess conjures a ball of lightning. After a few moments, she begins to speak again. “Okay, that voltage should be deadly even for angels.”

In the next second, she directs the lightning onto Harmonia.

And the last thing Harmonia knows is every fibre of her being on fire, every muscle contracted. Then blackness.

Electra got up on her feet and swooped the unconscious angel into her arms. Then she went to the door, laid a hand on it, and watched as the rectangle turned into a portal looking into a room with a stone floor, no windows and a cheminee. The demoness walked through the portal and entered the other room.

There already waiting were two other creatures.

“You, clean this!”, she ordered a boy that appeared to be a fey. “And you, go fetch me some clothes, I think the same size as yours should suffice.”, she ordered an older-looking centaur.

The two creatures hurried to do as told and shortly after both tasks were completed. The two returned to their places in front of their owner, kneeling with lowered heads.

Electra approached them and halted a few paces before them. “Rise.”, she ordered, more gently this time. The creatures instantly obeyed, standing in front of her and shyly holding eye contact. Then Electra gently stroked their hair. “Well done, my dolls.” She could feel how eagerly her dolls leaned into her touch. Then she heard Harmonia move a bit behind her. She let go of her dolls and tried not to visibly enjoy the despair in their eyes at that. “Leave us.”, she ordered and they left the room.

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Slowly but surely Harmonia came out of the thick black. Regaining each sense after the other. She felt groggy as if she got run over by a herd of pegasi. Next, she registered that she was laying on her stomach and tried to stretch her wings but nothing happened. Trying to move a finger or her legs did her no good either. That sped up her coming back to consciousness drastically because now adrenaline pumped through her veins. Harmonia tried to move her head; that was the only thing that worked. However, she froze right back up as she heard steps echo through the room behind her. It couldn’t be a big room if it reverberated like that she thought dully. The steps come to a halt next to Harmonia’s head and, even with her instincts screaming at her not to, she turned her head towards them.

“So, finally awake huh angel? You nearly had me worried if I took too much voltage and if you’re so much more fragile than the other angels I met.”

Harmonia recognized the voice and finally through clouded consciousness and adrenaline her memories set in.

“Demon-bitch.”, she pressed out in response.

The other just laughed. Ma’am will do just fine.”

„Go home!“

The demon‘s smile dropped off her face and the playful spark left her eyes. She stepped closer, crouched down, and grabbed Harmonia by the throat, nails digging into the skin ever so slightly. „Watch your mouth, dear. You won‘t like what happens otherwise.“

“Oh, really?”, Harmonia choked out before the demon cut off her air completely. Slowly Harmonia runs out of air but not without glaring daggers at her capturer.

Moments before the angel could pass out, the other let go and got up again. She moved her finger a tiny bit and watched the young woman start to cough and curl in on herself ever so slightly. Her eyes widen in surprise before white, marble-like fingers reach up to her throat to gently touch the sensitive red. She squeezes her eyes shut for a second before the moment’s gone and she straightens up again.

With a kick, the demon turns Harmonia on her back, where she puts a foot on her stomach, pressing down. “I technically just wanted to get you settled in right now, but if it’s your wish to misbehave then I can reschedule and we’ll hold your first lesson instead. What will it be?”

Harmonia narrowed her eyes in pure hatred but then retreated to a neutral expression and body language.

„Very good. Sit up.“

Harmonia pushes herself up, into a sitting position and stretches her wings.

„Now kneel.“

Harmonia’s eyes snap up and find hers. She straightens up and barely noticeably holds her head up higher. Her whole face is now closed off again.

The demon sighs. “Listen here doll. We both know how you got here. It was your own fault really. You and your pile of puny little feathered choir kids tried to assassinate a princess of Gehenna. You greatly underestimated the difficulty of doing that and ran into our trap. My trap. That goes to show that you obviously weren’t made for complexity. So, I took you in and now all you have to do is look pretty, entertain me, and obey. And we can do this the hard way or the easy way, both works well for me, just know that eventually, the ending will always be the same.”

Harmonia stayed stoic but the demon could see a flicker in her eyes that wasn’t there before.

“Alright then, the hard way. I’m just going to make some things clear before we begin. My name is Electra but you won’t address me like that. You will address me as Ma’am. Always. You will do whatever I say and remember the rules I give you. Break a rule you will get punished depending on the severity of your disobedience. Behave nicely and you get rewards. Understood, so far doll?”

“I heard you.”, the angel bit out.

“Excuse me?” Electra’s voice got a threatening nuance.

“I heard you…Ma’am.”, she forced out eventually.

It was painfully forced but it was something. Progress is progress Electra thought to herself.

“Now then. Let’s start with your training, shall we.”

And before Harmonia could react her body lit up in pain and the air filled with the crackling of electricity and Harmonia’s half-suppressed groans.

After what feels like a whole eternity Electra draws back her electricity. She inspects the angel laying before her on the ground. Still twitching from the electricity left in her body. “Kneel.”, Electra orders.

“Fu-Fuck-you.”, Harmonia bites out. She glares up at her in rage.

“Hmm, seems like this isn’t going with you, is it? Pure physical pain isn’t your thing, huh, doll? Let’s try something else as well. She pushed her hand forward towards Harmonia, who was thrown against a wall of the room. There she kept her, not being able to move a finger. Her angel’s eyes went wide as she watched Electra slowly advance towards her. “I believe you got something wrong here, my dear doll. You believe you’re your own person. You believe this isn’t your life. That I am…unjust.” Electra came to a halt in front of Harmonia. “That faux life of yours ended the second you took on that job. This is your life now. I am your life now! You will comply, and if you keep up your defiant façade I will put you through worse than you could even fathom. But that’s messy. So, I will give you a gift, a warning, not to defy me.” Electra burned away Harmonia’s shirt and lit up her finger with lightning. “Don’t worry, this won’t shock you.” She pressed her finger on the skin above Harmonia’s heart and let the lightning sink into her skin.

“You demon-bitch, what did you do to me?!-Argh!”

Pleased with herself Electra sees tiny lines spread out from the angel’s heart, carving themselves into her skin. There was no blood flowing out but Electra made had made sure it hurt.

Harmonia follows her gaze and sees the lines as well. They reminded her of cracks, or rather…lightning and she knew she would shudder if she could. “Wtf did you do?!”

This time her angel only sucked in air sharply in response to more pain flaring up.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, my dear doll, you really need to get brighter.”

This earned her a sarcastic look from her angel which resulted in the carved lines spreading out more.

Electra grabbed her angel by the jaw and leaned in close as she said: “Understand that you are mine to own and mine to do whatever I please with. This is your only purpose.” She shifted her hand to caress the side of her face, claws ever so slightly touching the skin. With a flick of her hand, she released her angel and swiftly caught her in what seemed like a hug. Gently she then started to pet her doll’s wings and murmured in her ear: “Do you understand that now, doll?”

Harmonia was sure her tormentor could feel how she was shaking against her. She had the urge to twitch her wings away from the touch but was too scared that the demon might hurt them.

“I’m waiting, Harmonia-doll.”

Harmonia choked on air before she managed a shaky. “Yes, Ma’am. I understand.”

“You understand what? Say it, doll.”

“I understand that this is my purpose. That I am yours to own, yours to do whatever you please to do with me. Ma’am.”

“Very good, doll.”

Harmonia avoided her tormentor’s cold eyes when she finally let go of her after a last pet over her wings. Electra observed her angel for a few moments. She was not perfectly happy with her progress yet but could see that her angel was too emotional to work efficiently.

“I will send a maid to bring you food and water to wash yourself. You are to not interact with them, they won’t react to you anyway. Do that and then go to sleep. I expect you well rested and ready for tomorrow’s training. Do you understand, doll?”

“I understand, Ma’am.”, Harmonia answered, now more exhausted than scared.

“Good.” And with that Electra left the room, magically locking the door again behind her.

Harmonia just stood there, still shaking. How did she get here?? How??? Eventually, she zoned back enough to shake her head and walk to the fireplace. There she sat down, her wings around her and tried to get warm despite the cold of the stone floor and the shock. When the maid came she gladly ate the dinner and washed herself with a warm cloth. After she changed into the new clothing she rolled herself in front of the fireplace, wings covering whatever bit of her they could. She wasn’t given a blanket and the stone was hard but she was used to harsher conditions and terribly exhausted from the torture and the adrenaline. So, she fell asleep quickly. Drifting off in an uneasy rest.

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auroragehenna · 8 months

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Masterpost✨

Hey, we're the Aurora (borealis) system. I'm Jayna the host and will mostly be posting here. I will use this blog for a multiple topics and am doing my best to tag accordingly.

Some topics you will encounter often:

• Trauma, specifically torture trauma

• Dissociative identity disorders and similar MH stuff

• Whump (trauma coping&Special interest)

I also write creatively and will have all my writing linked under the cut✨

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Not whump, whump, jayna‘s writing, jayna‘s oc‘s,

Jayna's writing ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lyra & Adam -- "Torture, watching stuff, singing"

Introductions, Recapture, Splash,

Exhaustion, Blackmail, Interrogation, Adrenaline, Stalking, Hospital, Overjoyed, „The easy or the hard way?“, PTSD, "I'll do anything for you-to see you smile", Calculations, Night bloom, Snowman.,

Lucy & Adam

Introductions (unpublished), Broken paradise (unpublished), Home sick sweet home, Punishment

Harmonia & Electra -- No matter how much you squirm you won't get out (Ex-commission)

Introductions, Mission failed , Failed escape, Correction, Friendly chat, Education 101, Words carved into skin, Outside there's stars (unpublished),

Bleeding through bandages, Non-canon bonus (unpublished), A look into the past, On the job, "Why didn't you save me?",

Tierney & Zestia -- Venom

Introductions, Crowd,

Human shield, Panic attacks, Scarring, Take me instead, Commission, Commission chp.2,

AI-Less Whumptober 2023

Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7, Day8, Day 9, Day 10, Day 11, Day 12, Day 13, Day 14, Day 15, Day 16, Day 17, Day 18, Day 19, Day 20, Day 21, Day 22, Day 23, Day 24, Day 25, Day 26, Day 27, Day 28, Day 29, Day 30, Day 31, Badges

OC soup Bingo

Drugging,

Styx & Cedar -- Plush rabbit (Fluff!)

Introductions (unpublished), Out of the cold (unpublished)

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auroragehenna · 2 months

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No matter how much you squirm you won‘t get out ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

TW/CW: Electrocution, knife whump, intimte/creepy-whumper, angel/demon whump, pet whump, petnames, non-con touch (non-sexual), begging, forced to beg Word count: 993

Education 101

“Good morning, good morning doll. I hope you had a good rest; we have lots on our schedule today.”

Harmonia woke up with a fright, looked over and stretched her wings to cover her head. Electra could see the small flinch coming from the cuts spreading out no doubt.

Electra’s smile flickered out, she stopped in her walk and crossed her arms. “I give you five seconds to get up. Otherwise, you will be punished.”

Still no further movement from Harmonia.

“One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Alright. Have it your way.”

Harmonia got hit by strings of voltage that lift her up in the air and keep her there. Still, no sound left her lips and she didn’t try to break free. Just hung there, staring at Electra. Her wings legerlytouchedthe ground.

Relaxed nearly. Way too relaxed for Electra’s taste. “I was not sure what lesson we should do today, so your behaviour really helped me, thank you.”, she closed in on the angel, “Right now the restraints you’re in are only a really low voltage. I’m sure you agree that it barely hurts. I am able to slowly heighten the voltage. Bit by bit. But listen here doll, you will have the option to end it at any time. So. Our first lesson today will be in begging. Maybe, just maybe, if you impress me I’ll let you have the rest of the day free.”

Harmonia’s eyes harden, her gaze acid. She still doesn’t answer.

“You don’t feel like begging me not to hurt you? Alright. Then on to the next.” She raises her left hand and spreads her fingers, -Harmonia’s jaw sets firmly but otherwise, there’s no reaction to the increase in pain- “Every time I put one finger down the pain will worsen. For your sake, doll, I wouldn’t let me reach five…” After the last words, she put her thumb down and the zapping of the lightning got louder. Harmonia faintly started to twitch, a normal reaction to the voltage flowing through her body. But she didn’t beg. Electra looked at her for a few more moments before downing her index finger. There she saw Harmonia flinch. Just for a moment, a glimpse behind the walls.

“So? Still nothing? It’s not a lot and then you can have no-pain, peace, and comfort.”

No sounds from Harmonia, but Electra didn’t miss the desperate flicker in her eyes.

“I see.”, she put her middle finger down.

A groan escaped Harmonia’s twitching body. Her eyes went wide and she forthwith returned to her carefully composed front.

A smile crept up on Electra’s face and she advanced towards the restrained angel. “What was that doll?” -Harmonia didn’t answer but avoided her gaze- “I could have sworn there was something you said.”, she grabs Harmonia by the jaw, “Look.at.me!” She removed her hand from Harmonia and pulled a tiny knife out of a pocket of her clothing. She slowly trailed it down the side of Harmonia’s face.

Harmonia wanted to look at the knife but she thought it unwise to look away from Electra again. So, she only felt droplets of blood following the knife and pressed her teeth together to keep in any sounds. She could do this, she had to. She wouldn’t beg.

“When I ask you a question you answer me!”, Electra continued cold as ice but calm, “Let’s try this again. What did you just say?”

“I didn’t say anything, Ma’am.” Harmonia tried to deflect.

“Oh, you didn’t? Hmm, but I certainly heard something. So, elaborate on what you did.”

“I-“

“Yes?”

Harmonia’s words got stuck in her throat. She didn’t want to testament to her shame and the burning bite of the knife that has now trailed down her throat to her collarbone and her arm distracted her.

Suddenly Electra sliced a much deeper cut down her arm. “I am a patient woman, doll, but you’d do wise not to test me.”

“Argh, I groaned in pain. That’s what I did! Are you happy now?! …Sorry, Ma’am.”

“Don’t get snarky with me, doll.” Another deep cut. “But yes, well done. You groaned out in pain. I am very pleased with your progress. Let’s continue, shall we? Unless of course, you wish to stop? … No nothing? Very well.” Electra put her ring finger down and Harmonia jerked her head to the side and let out a faint scream. By now Electra couldn’t hide her enjoyment anymore, she was grinning over her whole face yet still focused on the task at hand. “Come on, doll, it’s just one tiny thing and this will be over. No more pain for today. You only need to beg me nicely to stop. I would hurry, remember I told you; you don’t want me to reach 5.”

Harmonia jerked her head around, the blood flowing over her arm and her brain on fire. She had to-she couldn’t-she-she- “All right! Please!”, she yelled out -Electra stopped carving and turned to face her angel completely- “Please don’t hurt me anymore!”, she whimpered, “I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be a very good doll, I won’t ignore you, I won’t talk back, I won’t curse, I will behave, please I am begging you, please don’t hurt me anymore, Ma’am.”

Electra looked at her angel, she was crying, though it was impossible to say if to underline the begging, out of shame or because of pain. She inspected her a few moments longer, without saying a word. Taking in her pain, her fear, the shame, and her squirming. Then she opened her hand and lowered it, essentially removing the voltage and watched her angel crumble on the floor. Blood and tears mixed on the floor beneath her. “I will send another of my dolls to assist you, get yourself cleaned up, then you can spend your day freely. You pleased me. Today.” And with the last word, Electra turned around and left the room.

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auroragehenna · 7 months

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AI-less Whumptober

Day 1 Drugging, sick, poisoned

TW/CW: Signs of poisoning, family angst, angels, nobility ~ 658 words

Technically she got lucky by getting disowned.

Her target today wouldn’t know the poison. Couldn’t possibly know it. Harmonia shifted her weight to the other leg and the expensive fabric of her dress swayed with her. Unlike those shoes her dress was something that actually brought her joy. She casually looked around the party and let her gaze streak the big crystal clock on the wall. It was almost time. Harmonia swirled her thin glass and looked at the glimmering liquid. Ah fuck it. She thought and drank the remaining drink in one fluid motion.

“Wow, that’s not how you’re supposed to drink that. Then again, you never measured up in that department.”

Harmonia’s eyes narrowed at the voice and she turned around. There, in the same A-line dress style as her stood Selah.

“Always a delight to see you. Sister.”

Her younger sister crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Oh I’m sure it is. So, how are you occupying yourself now? Spouting profanities everywhere? Maybe also associating yourself with ash bathers?”

Harmonia scoffed and smiled at her sister mockingly. "You’re so narrow-minded. You can’t even think of something outside of our picture-perfect theatre.”, Her sister opened her mouth to answer but before she got the chance Harmonia continued, “And since I am, as you are aware, no longer a part of this family it is of no concern to you what I engage in.” Casually she handed her glass to a bypassing server. Selah had winced when Harmonia mentioned her exclusion. For anybody that didn’t know her for as long and well as she does it wouldn’t have been visible.

Selah stretched her wings and raised her chin. “Shouldn’t you address me differently by now, commoner?”

Harmonia chuckled sadly “Huh, no chance, kiddo.”

Her sister’s composed facial expression started to distort and quickly Harmonia stepped close to her. She acted as if she was inspecting an embroidery on her sister’s dress as she spoke with an urgent voice: “You’re slipping ‘Steorra’. I can’t and won’t save you anymore. Come on.”

Selah squeezed her eyes shut for a second, then her face relaxed and she looked at her disgraced sister full of scorn. -Harmonia stepped back again- “Save me? Oh please. I don’t need you to save me. I never did.”

Only Harmonia could see the wish in her eyes and the hurt in her words. But before she could say something more a yell tore through the air.

Hurriedly the two of them stepped to the marble railing that overlooked the room.

Harmonia set up her practiced face. She had to look noble-thus unfaced, but not too noble because she wasn’t supposed to be good at that. She had to look shocked but not too shocked after all it wasn’t a personal friend.

A noble man had collapsed to the floor, wings squeezed underneath him in a surely uncomfortable angle. His friends had crouched down and inspected him. The person with the best healing magic was singled out from the guests and they tried their best.

But Harmonia knew it wouldn’t work, she had made sure of that.

Sweat was covering the noble’s face and his body had gone incredibly pale. He was barely conscious, that is until he started yelling at things only he could see.

Harmonia checked out mentally. It would take a bit for the man to die, even with such a high dosage. And despite her job she didn’t particularly enjoy killing people. She was just good at it.

The man had now started to shiver massively and the sounds leaving his throat were incredibly raspy.

By the time another healer arrived it was already too late.

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The guests were all questioned and Harmonia effortlessly stuck to her story. After that they were allowed to leave the property. Harmonia got out way before her sister and forcing her gaze forward she left. Back to her current employer. Task successfully executed.

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auroragehenna · 7 months

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No matter how much you squirm you won‘t get out ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

✨Introductionary post✨

Electra

Electra is a female demoness born and naitive to the queendom of Gehenna. The realm of demons and other hellish creatures and where slavery is still a thing. She always longed for power and devotion so one day she hatched a treasonus plan. She impersonated one of the eight princesses during said princesses absence. But her scheme didn't hold long and she got arrested for treason and brought before Queen Diabolo. There she was given two choices by the queen. Either she dies or she starts to work for the empire in secret. Electra chooses option two and joins the 'Shadows'. A group of very skilled, remarkable traitors who do shady goverment work. They fake her death and takes on a noble disguise and the identity of a shadow. Finally Electra might have found a way to get herself the devotion she wants...

1st & 2nd picture -- the best picrews of her in noblue diguise 3rd, 4th and 5th picture -- more picrews of her noble disguise 6th picture -- Her shadow attire

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Harmonia

Harmonia is a female angel. Born and raised in low nobility she never quite fit in. She looked and was the part. Beautiful wings and graceful but she never had enough self control and couldn't fake her behaviour amongst other nobles.She also has quite the cussing problem...Eventually her family disowned her. She stayed in Paradisio and took on more shady jobs. Still living the depression life. How one of her jobs ended you can read here

Picrews of my girl:

Those are from the time she did hit-man work and other shady jobs in Paradisio.

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auroragehenna · 7 months

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AI-less Whumptober

Day 5 Hostage, kidnapping, held at gunpoint

CW/TW: Brute force, hostage situation, threats, threatened angel whump

Words: 772

Harmonia hated this mission. And she especially hated that it was starting to go south. “Elefiel where the fuck are you?”, she hissed over the telepathic link they had established.

“Stop it with the crude language and calm down. I got hold up but I’ll be there in a moment. Stick to the plan!”, came his answer back.

She sneaked around several more corners in this big building. Just to get a better position. If he messed this up she would have to be lightning speed to finish the job. So she looked out for the best nest to hide and claimed it. In her mind she went through her repertoire of magic and sorted out the best strategies. Again. She could do this. There we go, target came in sight and thank the winds so did Elefiel. Only a few more seconds. Just a little bit more. In the next second Harmonia’s spine seemed to freeze. The cold feeling of dread entangling itself in her back, making her wings twitch.

“Make one wrong move and I rip your pretty, noble, wings off.”, a voice behind her warned. Deadly serious.

Harmonia’s breath stopped, she had heard many threats so far, most of them aiming at her life and not really scary. But this one…So she didn’t move an inch. Well at least not on her own.

The stranger lifted her into the air and then used her body like a sledgehammer to break through the marble of the gallery rim.

Harmonia’s head was spinning and everything hurt. She will be black and blue everywhere she thought dimly before gaining back the ability to think conscious thoughts.

At the ground the target had spun around and Elefiel had his blade at his throat, ready to spill his life onto the clean floor.

If it was only this they wouldn’t have a problem, she knew how fast her co-worker was, and she could have been support. But now-“Harm him in any way and I’ll rip every feather off your friend here and then let her bleed out. Surrender and I won’t.”, the stranger-another angel as she could see now-proclaimed loudly from the airspace above the scene.

Elefiel held back a curse. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! He quickly considered just letting her die and finishing the mission. It’s not like they’re best friends. But the boss would rip his head off, and other bosses too probably, from what he heard she’s pretty good. Usually. So against his instincts he forcefully took a step back and dropped his weapon.

“Good. Now let’s get you restrained too, then we can hand you over to the judges nice and easy.”, the other angel explained and began to sink with Harmonia still in his magic clutches.

“So, tell me, what’s your name?”, Harmonia inquired.

“What’s it matter to you, assassin. You’ll be in custody or dead soon enough.”

“Oh you know when I get out of here I gotta write my report, most boring part of the job, I’m sure you can relate. And I like to be detailed and accurate.”

She could see the angel roll his eyes and could feel his magic thinning out with the distraction. She used the moment and attacked like a viper, shooting forward.

The security guard’s eyes went wide. He ripped up his arms and clenched his fists. The assassin got held up in the air and groaned out in pain at the iron grip. He grinned self-satisfied but then he saw the triumphant grin on her face and the next second something ripped into his wing. He screamed and fell fully to the ground He couldn’t move his wing! In seconds the woman was over him and the last thing he saw were eyes like a glacier.

In the same moment as specks of crimson painted the marble floor she heard a thud from behind her and turned around. Already knowing how the scene would look. The target laid dead on the floor.

“Don’t mess up next time. But hey, mission successful!”, co-worker said and stretched out his wing for her to tap with her’.

“Let’s not waste time, call back in, and write the report.”, Harmonia said neutrally.

“Wow, you must be fun at parties.”, he mumbled but followed her out of the building.

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auroragehenna · 3 months

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Whump(er) dialogue:

„No matter how much you squirm you won‘t get out.“

„You‘re so stubborn.“

„What you thought I couldn’t find a nerve in your finger(s)?“

„I could really make a song out of this one. I think it‘d be one of a kind even.“ „First, the of somebody who knows pain. Then, the agonizing sting of failure. The punch of realization. That there‘s absolutely nothing you can do to prevent this.“

„…Like some cruel god is trying to have his fun.“

„You‘re afraid of me? If you‘re afraid of me I gotta live up to the title…Are you afraid of me?“

„I removed my hand from your throat. Now you return that kindness.“

„No that wasn‘t the right answer.“

„That was a lie, I want the truth.“

„You‘re far too entertaining to ruin.“

„Your skin scars so perfectly/beautifully.“

„Who said you could move?“

„Are you really gonna make my beat it out of you?“

„Are you afraid of me now?“ (-) „Because I‘m the one giving you pain.“

"So...Just tell me."

"Come on."

"Answer me."

"I'm waiting."

"You can't kill me." "Says who?"

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auroragehenna · 3 months

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No matter how much you squirm you won‘t get out ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Friendly chat

CW/TW: Posessive Whumper, fantasy whump, implied family issues, implied fantasy drugs, magic exploitation, Word count: 1'363

Electra summoned Harmonia to one of the living rooms today. Harmonia doesn’t know why; she can’t remember doing anything wrong. At least nothing Electra knows about, besides, there’s never torture in the living rooms. Still, she‘s worried as she follows the two maids through the halls. They never talk to her. Barely look at her. And when they do their gaze is full of scorn. When Harmonia arrives in the living room Electra awaits her in an armchair.

“Sit, doll.”, she orders and points to a little stool diagonal from her chair.

Harmonia gives the stool a look, a glint of disgust hushes over her face and promptly the familiar pain erupts on her torso. But she still sits down.

“How are you, my doll?”

“I am fine. Aside from you know, getting held captive and getting everything taken away from me.”

Electra gave her a cold look and watched as Harmonia twitched and clasped her hand around her shoulder where no doubt the lightning pattern grew again, cutting itself into her marble-like skin. “I would like to get to know you better, doll. So why don’t we talk while you make yourself useful, hm. I hope for your sake that you have practised as I ordered you.”

“I did, Ma’am.”

“Good. Then don’t make me ask twice.”

“Of course not, Ma’am!” Harmonia lowered her head and her gaze started to glaze over. It sickened her to the core to address the demoness like that. To obey whatever she said. To be used this way. But she figured she could mostly stay out of trouble if she went along with it. If she played her part convincingly enough she might just be able to fly under the radar and avoid becoming like the others she sometimes caught a glimpse of. Broken. It worked well so far. Mostly.

Before she could really zone out Electra snapped her fingers in front of her Angel’s face. She flinched and looked back up to her with wide eyes. “Don’t you dare try to ever.hide yourself from me, doll, do you understand!?”

“Understood, I’m sorry, Ma’am.”

Harmonia’s gaze glazed over again and soon enough her eyes started to shimmer. A few moments later brilliant tears started to trickle down her face, filling the room with dancing beams and rainbows. She picked up a vial from the floor next to her and started to carefully collect the tears in that vail.

“Tell me about your heritage.”, Electra’s voice sounded from the armchair diagonally above her.

With a deep breath, Harmonia obeyed: “I was born in Paradisio, coming from a family of low nobility. I made a mistake, messed up my future and they disowned me.

“What mistake?”

“So you know how in noble society there’s always those fancy, pretentious, parties? Yeah, whenever I could, I avoided going there. More often though I had no choice in the matter. And one of those times it happened. I was paying my duty and talking to these peacocks as one of them, a higher rank, approached me. He started harassing me, talking down to me and downright provoking me. I was tyring my best to stay calm but…- “

“You obviously failed.”

Harmonia threw a sarcastic look at the demoness, figuring that the pain was worth it. “Yes. I did. I snapped and I…poured my beverage over his wings.

For the first time in her storytelling, Harmonia gives off a hint of embarrassment.

“You did what now?! Wow. You really have no idea of respect, but nothing to worry about, I will eradicate that. It’s a miracle really that they only shamed and disowned you. Why did you stay in Paradisio?”

Harmonia tried to ignore the threat the demoness dropped so casually and focus on her answer instead. “Where else should I have gone? I don’t know anything else. Thus, I stayed and had to make a living for myself. Even if we were only lowly high-born my parents insisted on a high-standard education for me and my siblings. Thus, I had skills in multiple different branches. But even with that I couldn’t really find a place for myself. That’s how I ended up finding more…unconventional jobs. Finally, I had something I was good at! And I stayed doing that, working for a lot of different people until I ended up here.”

“So, every choice you made, led you to me. Can’t you see? It was supposed to be like this.”

“Oh, get fucked…Ma’am.” She caught another tear in the vial. “Great job Harmonia. That’s staying under the radar.”

Electra’s gaze hardened, but she knew her curse mark was already doing its job punishing her. Instead, she just bowed forward in her armchair, supporting her head in one hand. “Angels are hilarious you know. Though I have to say you aren’t the funniest one.”

“Wow.” Harmonia cocked an eyebrow. “Did you decide to change your game from threatening me to insulting me?”

“Oh no, doll, that wasn’t an insult. You may not be funny, but you’re…intriguing.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“For example, for an angel, you swear an awful lot. And you’re wings why are they brown?”

“With all due respect, Ma’am. I’ve already been disowned, shamed, and now captured, why would I still try to refrain from things like swearing? (I have no clue why her wings are brown?)”

“I suppose you’re right. Though you’d do good to remember to hold your tongue here, doll. And just so we’re also clear on that, I will not accept such behaviour as with your higher ranks. Now, the loss of your family, how did that make you feel?”

“I-It hurt of course. Still does a bit. But I’ve come to realise that I don’t want somebody as a family who would cut their loved one off that easily. I made it on my own. Somehow.“ Harmonia collected a last tear and pushed the cork onto the vail.

Well, you’d be a shitty Morningstar. But…there might be something else. Electra thought to herself. „Yes, you did. You had found a place for yourself. Somewhere where you finally…belonged. Right?“, her voice had imperceptibly gotten a luring undertone.

„I…Yes, Ma‘am.“

Electra sighs. „Doll, what did we say happens when you lie to me?“

Harmonia flinched and avoided the demoness‘ eyes until the pain of the marks forced her to look back at her. „…I never really felt like I belonged, Ma‘am. I always felt a bit…lost I suppose. Like…- “

„-Like you didn‘t have a purpose?“, Electra finished her angel‘s sentence. For the pieces finally fell into place. Harmonia just looked at her, not daring to say another word and visibly uncomfortable with the vulnerability this information caused. She sat back in her armchair and looked at Harmonia. „You had a purpose, a life ahead of you as a fair noble lady. Even if you didn’t like it, it gave you structure and identity. But then all of a sudden it got ripped away and you were left to fend for yourself. Always alone. Never right.“ She noticed her angel‘s wings lowering and had to suppress a triumphant grin. „Harmonia you don‘t have to feel like that anymore. I know all of this feels like a curse to you. And it hurts. But it only hurts because you resist. How can you be so sure that this isn‘t what you were supposed to do? We already established that every step you took brought you here, to me. And I took you in, I am giving you my time to help you learn and soon it won‘t hurt anymore. If you just comply, you will see it too. This is where you belong, this is your home.“

Harmonia didn‘t find words but the demoness didn‘t look like she expected a response. She took the vial, opened it, and pulled out a sterile syringe.

„You can go back to your quarters; it is late and you should sleep.“

„Of course, Ma‘am.“, Harmonia managed, she got up on tingling legs and hurried back to her quarters. Once there she rolled herself in front of the fireplace and fell asleep, the woman‘s words repeating in her mind.

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