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jinxquickfoot · 8 months

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@badthingshappenbingo prompt: "You said you would let them go" Find the fic on Ao3

"You said you would let him go.”

Peter squeezes his eyes shut—the only part of his body he can move—at the sound of Tony’s voice. He’s lost track of how long it’s been since he’d woken strapped to this table, the scents of chemicals and ocean heavy in the air.

“That’s when I thought I was ransoming an intern,” Osborn replies, running a finger down the side of Peter’s cheek. Peter manages to glare at him—the most he can do when he’s unable to pull away. “But he’s more than that, isn’t he, Stark?”

“Whatever narrative you’re trying to spin to wring more cash out of me, save it. You have the money you asked for. Now let him go, or I’m going to stop being civil about this.”

“Civil?” Osborn muses. Even from this end, Peter can hear the distortion from the tech Osborn is using to disguise his voice. “Civil would be returning what’s yours, Stark. Which was the plan before I realized that you stole this specimen first.”

“He’s a high-schooler. Only thing he’s been stolen from is gym class.”

Osborn bends his finger, causing the nail to catch on Peter’s skin. “A high-schooler, yet you gave him access to your personal labs. He must be very special.”

“Rumours, and half-baked ones at that. Get better sources.”

“Don’t lie to me, Stark. It wasn’t hard to run some blood work. This kid isn’t human, not by a long shot, so the price just tripled. Have the money in the same account by midnight, or I’m putting him on the black market in pieces.”

“Or,” Tony counters. “I figure out who you are, come pick the kid up myself, and you can face me head on. How does that sound?”

“Is that an UN-approved mission, Stark? Heard you’re on a tight leash these days. Good luck getting a rescue mission signed off in time to save the kid.” Osborn grins down at Peter, the expression all teeth. “Either way, I get paid for him. How much pain he goes through during the interim is entirely up to you.”

“Listen, you do not want to—”

But Osborn has already hung up. “So, Peter. Looks like we have a few more hours together. How do you want to spend them, huh? Shall we have a little more fun while your dashing hero decides if you’re worth paying for?”

Not being able to throw quips at bad guys sucks. Peter tries to move his tongue, but it’s as immovable as the rest of him. When he’d first woken up, he’d been terrified that the paralysis might be permanent. But he regains feeling every couple of hours or so, just enough to strain his limbs against the restraints, which is exactly when Osborn gives him another dose of whatever drug is keeping him immobilized.

“I’ve got all the blood I need,” Osborn is saying, moving over to the table that Peter is trying very hard not to look at. “But if we have time, why don’t we go a little deeper?”

If he could move, Peter would flinch at the sudden whir of what sounds horribly like a bone saw starting up. He might not be able to move his body, but the past few hours have certainly proved that he can feel it.

“Aw,” Osborn coos at him, the sound of the saw growing closer. “Don’t be scared, kiddo. You heal quickly enough. And after all, I’m only taking back what was mine in the first place—” He breaks off, turning to a bank of monitors that Peter can just see out of the corner of his eye. There’s a green dot traveling towards them at breakneck speed. “Well, would you look at that? I guess Stark isn’t as stupid as that goatee makes him look.”

A breath punches out of Peter as the saw switches off, hoping Osborn’s words mean the one thing he’s been praying for since he first woke up here. Tony’s coming.

Osborn sweeps Peter’s hair off his forehead in a mock gentle gesture. “Looks like I’m about to have an unexpected visitor, which means I’m going to have to put you away for a while.”

Peter narrows his eyes at him, trying to look as intimidating as possible while unable to move on a surgical table.

Osborn just laughs. “I see. You think he’s going to find you. Ah, Peter—where I’m about to put you? No one will even think to look.”

Somehow, getting cut open with a bone saw might have been preferable to this.

It’s freezing. If Peter’s body was cooperating, he knows he’d be shivering violently right about now. It’s pitch black, the oppressive darkness making him want to scream. And none of that compares to the overwhelming claustrophobia of being chained to an anchor deep, deep underwater.

Peter’s not sure a normal human would have survived the plunge into the ocean’s depths, even with the diving suit Osborn had stuffed him into. He can breathe, at least, but he’d caught a glimpse of the oxygen tank before Osborn had tipped him overboard. It had already been half-empty.

He’s tried to slow his breathing, to make whatever air he has last, fighting the instinct to panic and attempt to strain against the chains. Logically, he knows it’s no use. He’s still paralyzed. Even if the drug wears off, he’s not going to be strong enough to swim to the surface. He’s down here until Osborn pulls him up or until Tony finds him. If Tony finds him.

“Wow,” Osborn’s voice crackles in his ear. The earbud had been jammed in before Osborn had secured the diving mask purely, Peter knows, so that Osborn could keep taunting him. “He got here fast, little spider. Guess he really cares about you. Too bad he’s not going to find you, though.”

Peter closes his eyes, even though it doesn’t make the slightest bit of difference to what he can see. If anyone can figure out where Osborn’s hidden him, it’s Tony Stark.

It’s the thought he holds onto as he hears the distant roar of thrusters, right before Osborn whispers over the comms, “Show time.”

A stomp of boots and the crack of a door being kicked open. “Where is he?”

“Stark. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Don’t bullshit me, Osborn. That line about a stolen specimen? I know you have him.”

“I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about. And I’ll have you know that there are security cameras all over this boat. It would be a shame if the UN saw the Accords’ greatest defender attacking without so much as a warrant.”

“I don’t need a warrant if I have probable cause of harm.”

A surprised laugh. “Probable cause of harm? I am merely out here alone, enjoying a little me time.”

“Uh-huh. So you won’t mind if I search your toy boat, then?”

“Go ahead.” Osborn is all confidence. “Search away.”

More sounds—footsteps, mostly. The sounds of doors opening. The noise of a search.

Please, Peter sends up to the boat, as though if he projects through sheer force of will Tony’ll hear him. Please think to look down here, Tony. Please.

“I have to say,” Osborn speaks up, and Peter wants to punch him for the undisguised glee in his voice. “You must have lost something very important to go to all this trouble.”

“Don’t play the ignorant card, Osborn. It’s not a cute look on you.”

“Simply making an observation.”

“And you know what I observe? The room you have hidden below the ship.”

Peter’s heart skips. That has to be the room he had woken up in, where the surgical equipment, where Peter’s blood is.

“Not hidden,” Osborn corrects him. “The door is simply an aesthetic design, I assure you. I’d be more than happy for you to take a look.”

A sudden ocean current sweeps past Peter, knocking him hard against the anchor. It steals the wind from him, and there are a few terrifying moments where he can’t catch his breath, he can’t breathe, he can’t—

“Interesting space you’ve got in here. Very… clean.”

Peter latches onto the sound of Tony’s voice, using it as a much kinder anchor than the one he’s bound to. He doesn’t know how much oxygen he just wasted. He doesn’t know how much he has left, either. It belatedly occurs to him that if Tony can’t find him, then the more time his mentor spends searching, the longer Peter’s going to be stuck down here.

“I hardly use this space,” Osborn says. “The previous owners used it for fishing equipment, so I had it scrubbed to get rid of the smell and have barely touched it since. And I believe you’ve now seen the whole boat. Satisfied?”

I’m not on the boat, Peter thinks desperately. I’m below the boat.

“Not really,” Tony answers. “So, he’s not here. You’ve got him somewhere else.”

No, no, no, I’m here, come on Tony, please figure this out.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Stark.”

There's an ugly pause before Tony says, “Don’t make me make you tell me, Osborn. You won’t enjoy that.”

“Go ahead,” Osborn challenges him. “Threaten an innocent man on camera. Let’s see how that holds up under the Sokovia Accords.”

Peter’s breath catches. At first, he thinks it’s just the tension burrowing its way under his skin from the dark, the cold, the oppressive weight of the water. Then he takes another slow breath. And another.

He’s not imagining it. The air feels a little lighter than before. As though he’s already scraping the bottom of the oxygen tank.

“I paid what you asked for,” Tony snaps at him. “Tell me where he is, Osborn. Now.”

Peter slows his breathing, trying desperately to make whatever is left in the tank last as long as possible.

“How many times do I have to say it? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m not leaving here until you tell me. I’ve got all night.”

Barely an hour ago, those words would have been music to Peter’s ears. Now, they’re a death sentence.

“All night, huh?” Amusement radiates from Osborn’s words. “Sure, I’m not busy. Can I offer you a drink?”

“I’m taking a second look around the ship.”

“Please, be my guest. Take all the time you need.”

Peter’s next breath rattles in his lungs. He’s definitely on dregs, and it’s not as though Osborn can pull him up while Tony’s still there. Osborn doesn’t need him alive, either. He’s made it clear that Peter’s body parts will sell just fine.

Peter listens helplessly as Tony continues to search, refusing to leave without answers that Osborn isn’t giving him. This is it. Peter’s going to die down here.

“Sure I can’t get you that drink, Stark? You did come all this way.”

Even over the comms, Peter can pick up Tony’s frustrated sigh. “This isn’t done with, Osborn.”

No, be done with it, Peter pleads with him. Go, Tony. Please just leave.

“I’m not sure what this even is,” Osborn replies, his tone all congeniality. “Of course, you did just invade my private property, which I will have to report. We all have to do our bit to keep the community safe.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Another sound of frustration, and then Peter hears the joyous sound of an Iron Man suit starting up. Tony’s going to leave. Osborn is going to pull him up.

And then cut him to pieces and sell him.

Peter barely has time to register that last thought before he tries to take his next breath, and finds that he can’t.

“Goodbye, Stark,” Osborn is saying. “Hope you find what you’re looking for.”

Peter forces himself not to panic—to preserve the last molecules of oxygen he has left.

“Oh believe me, Norman. I will.”

Just go just go just go just go just go—

There’s silence for far too long before Peter hears Osborn speak again. “Just making sure he’s out of sight, kiddo. Can’t take any chances.”

Peter’s lungs are on fire. Instinct finally kicks in and he jerks in the chains, the paralytic drug wearing off far too late. A very different kind of darkness from the undersea depths is creeping in around him, and he can’t hear Osborn anymore, and the anchor isn’t moving, he’s going to die down here and he doesn’t want to die he doesn’t—

The last thing Peter’s aware of before he passes are strong arms on his, and the sensation of rising, rising, rising…

“Peter? Come on, kid, don’t do this to me.”

When Peter’s eyes open, he doesn’t see darkness. He’s not strapped to a table either. He experimentally shifts his arms and legs, breathing a sigh of relief as they move, only to realize that they’re shaking beyond his control.

“That’s it, Pete. Hey, look at me. Peter.”

The blurry shapes around him finally coalesce into the face of one very worried-looking Tony. “Oh, hey Mr Stark.”

“I need to stop pulling you out of freezing waters, kid.”

“S-sorry.” Peter can hear his teeth chattering, trying to wrap his arms around himself, only to realize that they’re oddly heavy. He peers down at himself, realizing he’s encased in red and gold metal. “Woah, that’s so cool.”

“Don’t get too excited, the suit’s a loan. Just getting you warm.”

Peter frowns. “Don’t feel warm.”

Tony’s brow creases. “We’ll get there. Don’t want to shoot your temperature up too quickly with your funky thermoregulation. Once you’re good I’ll fly us home.”

“Home sounds good. Away from…” Peter suddenly tries to sit bolt upright. It’s more of a half-sit-up before he collapses back with a groan.

“Woah, kid, take it easy.”

“Osborn, he’s here, he’s—”

“I got him. You’re safe, kid. I promise.”

Peter stills. “Really?”

“Really really.” Tony places a hand on Peter’s forehead, and Peter sighs at the warmth. “Sorry, kid. This one’s on me.”

“But you found me.”

“Yeah, that was one of my better brainwaves. Still, I don’t need villains kidnapping my intern because they think it’s an easy payday. We’ll work on it.”

Peter’s beginning to feel something other than completely frozen, the violent shivers abating a little. He pulls in a full breath, savoring it. “Yeah, that sucked.”

“Agreed.” Tony checks his forehead again. “I think we’re okay to turn it up a bit, FRIDAY.”

Heat suddenly bursts from the Iron Man suit’s interior, and Peter sighs in relief. “Thanks.”

“Any time, kid.” Tony lays his hand on Peter’s arm, finally seeming to relax as Peter’s temperature climbs. “Any time.”

#irondad #tony stark #peter parker #hurt peter parker #protective tony stark #kidnapping #hostage situatons #tw: claustrophobia #bthb card #bad things happen bingo

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booksandreadingismylife · 2 years

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Hello! I love your oh merlin! story, and the way you write. (Sorry if my english has many mistakes). I wanted to share this idea i have. So in S3 episode 11 Uthers said that he conquer Camelot when he was Arthurs age! And that fact got me thinking… did Igrain loved Uther or did he conquer Camelot for himself, destroyed the history of Camelot and killed igrain’s (Agravain’s and Tristan’s) parents. And maid magic the villan so that he could be the hero? What if Arthur find this out. Reira Tendo

Hi Reira!

I love that idea! It’s fantastic! I have so many ideas from that

(I’ll leave my thoughts under the cut because this got very long)

There’s a lot that can be said about war brides and the precarious position that they end up in but a situaton like that also makes everything from s1-3 so much better or worse depending on your perspective. Especially if we keep the canon that Uther used magic so that he and Igrain (Igraine? Ygrain? Ygraine? How do you spell her name????) could conceive Arthur.

Because I can absolutely buy that Uther took one look at the daughter of the king and queen that he just slaughtered and decided that he wanted to marry her and hey! that’s a good thing politically too! And then he either convinced himself that he loved her or he genuinely fell in love with her. But either way, he’s showering her with gifts and flattery and all she can think of is her parents blood on his hands.

Her brothers can’t do anything. His armies are stronger than anything they have, he’s the ruler of Camelot now, and he’s married their sister, making her a hostage for their good behaviour whether he himself is willing to leverage that or not

Except then she dies giving birth to his heir. Ymmv on how Igraine (I’m sticking with Igraine) feels about the child she’s pregnant with and whether or not she knows that the cost of his birth will be a life - hers. (there is a way that you can go here that runs along the lines of depending on what position Igraine was in pre-conquest then she could possibly know enough about medicine to actively consume things that would make it near imposible to conceive/cause early miscarriage so she’s not necessarily barren like Nimueh claims in s1 but instead is intentionally sabotaging her chances of conceiving and carrying Uther’s heir but that doesn’t really change the outcome at all so it’s not super important)

But the main point is: Igraine dies, leaving behind a son who is the heir of the man that killed her parents.

Her death is the final straw for Tristan who tries to use it as a legitimate way to get rid of Uther who has now killed the one person holding him back from seeking revenge (if I remember what happened in s1e9 correctly with the Black Knight then if someone dies in a challenge to the death then it’s legal and no one can do anything to the killer per the knight’s code) except that Uther is still the same man that conquered Camelot in the first place and he didn’t do it by letting his men charge ahead.

Tristan is killed in the combat he initiated - whether Uther is truly as regretful about that as he claims to Arthur is up to you but I reckon that if he actually fell for Igraine then he probably does feel at least a little guilty about killing her brother over her death, whether or not he has the self-awareness to feel bad about killing her parents (who she presumably loved) and pressuring her into a marriage that she would have felt unable to refuse.

Cut to Agravain. He’s now lost both parents and both siblings to the same man, who is blaming anything and everything under the sky except himself for Igraine’s death. She has left behind a son that for all he knows she was forced into conceiving (and that’s probably true if not necessarily in the way he thinks since we don’t know how Nimueh creating a child worked and if sex was in any way involved, well I don’t think we can say that an Igraine that was a war bride is in a position to give any consent that wasn’t in some way coerced) that is now the only tie between him and Uther and coincidentally his only remaining family (since we never see anyone else in canon that Arthur says he’s related to). Agravain cannot afford to get attached to Arthur or he’ll just become another hostage for Agravain’s good behaviour, so he needs to get out of Camelot sharpish.

Agravain runs as fast and far as he can without triggering Uther’s paranoia instincts while Uther is distracted declaring war on magic and executing anyone with so much of a hint of magic in their family tree. Maybe he smuggles some people out - Uther isn’t paying enough attention to know if there’s one or two extra people in his entourage when he leaves. Maybe he even grabs the powerful Court Sorceress on his way out, because he has no problem with magic whatsoever and allies with power can only be a good thing.

The important thing is that Agravain cuts his losses and runs, prepared to bide his time and unwilling to get attached to Arthur.

Arthur grows up with a distant relationship with his maternal uncle at best and surrounded by people who are Uther’s men to the bone. He gets taught about how Uther conquered Camelot when he was a young man. No one tells him about his mother.

Cut to twoish decades later and canon happens! Pretty much exactly the way it does in the show. Because none of this really changes anything that happens in canon, just our perspective of it.

Until Morgause comes along that is.

Here’s the thing: there’s several ways that you can interpret the scene in canon with Arthur and Igraine in ‘Sins of the Father’. Either you can interpret it as Igraine hating Uther and wanting him dead, whether she’s telling the truth as she knows it or lying to manipulate Arthur, either way she’s trying to get Uther killed and Arthur is who she’s using to do it. Or you can interpret it as Morgause controlling an apparition of Arthur’s mother and using that to manipulate Arthur into killing Uther. End result is the same for all three.

But this is where it gets interesting in this scenario. If we’re going with the interpretation that it’s not actually Igraine and just something conjured by Morgause then we can just happily assume that Morgause doesn’t know about the true circumstances surrounding how Uther and Igraine met and ended up married. After all, Morgause didn’t grow up in Camelot and I’m willing to bet that the number of people who both know the details and are willing to risk talking about it (remember in canon bringing up Igraine is basically taboo - Gaius does it once and Uther immediately threatens him with either execution or exile - I can’t remember which) is probably a solid zero. If any of the magical people that escaped the initial Purge in Camelot know about it then they’re probably less focussed on the whole “Igraine was a war bride” thing and more on the “Uther is a massive hypocrite and used our powers to conquer Camelot before turning on us” thing, which means the chances of Morgause knowing the truth is basically zilch. So of course Morgause is going straight for the hypocrisy of Arthur’s birth - she doesn’t know about the rest of it! (Incidentally I’ve always wondered how Morgause knew that, especially since she wasn’t surprised by Igraine’s declaration, which means if it was the real Igraine speaking then Morgause already knew beforehand)

But see that’s just assuming Morgause is pulling all the strings. If we’re going with the interpretation of it actually being Igraine talking to Arthur? That Igraine is the one that wants Uther dead at the hands of his son? (which in this scenario depends on how much she loves Arthur versus how much she hates Uther) Igraine doesn’t have to lie to Arthur, hell she doesn’t even have to bring up his birth at all. All she has to do to get Arthur to turn on Uther is to tell him the truth about how she and Uther ended up married.

And here is where we decide where the divergence is. Because there’s two very obvious choices. Here: during “Sins of the Father” when Arthur speaks to his mother’s ghost (and we’re assuming it’s Igraine and we’re assuming that she doesn’t want to lie to her son), or later, in s3/4 gap, where Agravain returns to Camelot for the first time since he lost his siblings.

If the canon divergence is here, then Igraine is probably honest with Arthur, whether she encourages or discourages his actions depends on how much she loves Arthur. But either way it’s not going to go the way of canon.

Because, see, it’s very easy to dismiss Igraine’s words as an enchantment if it’s about the price of Arthur’s birth. That’s not going to be something that anyone will admit to knowing about unless they’re already an enemy of Camelot. There’s not going to be any records of that - there’s basically no one alive that would know because Uther is very much not the type to confide in his knights or Lords, and in fact barely confides in Gaius when he absolutely has to. But if it’s about Igraine being Uther’s war bride? There’s going to be records of that. There are going to be people alive who remember Camelot before Uther, hell there are probably still knights around that fought alongside Uther when he conquered it.

All Arthur has to do to get confirmation is go to Geoffery in the Library and ask for information on his mother’s family to see whether it was a lie or not. Or he could ask one of Uther’s knights or Lords. None of them are going to deny Arthur information on his father’s great victory in conquering Camelot.

I like to call Arthur an idiot (affectionate) but he’s not stupid. He can put the pieces he’s got together enough to know that regardless of whether his father loved his mother or not, Uther was responsible for the fact that 3/4 of her family is dead and the chances of her being a willing bride are not particularly high. He probably contacts Agravain then. Asks about his mother and whether it’s true that it was the Du Bois family that ruled Camelot before the Pendragons.

We know that Agravain is smart, slick, and politically astute. He can see which way the wind is blowing. He also has an ear to the ground in Camelot, so he knows that the people love Arthur more than they fear Uther, and that the younger knights, those that didn’t ride alongside Uther when he conquered Camelot, will follow Arthur too. Agravain invites Arthur to his castle (is it a castle that he lives in? I don’t remember...) and sits him down and tells him everything he knows.

Arthur rides back to Camelot with his Uncle at his side and deposes his father in a bloodless coup with the accusation of treason against the people of Camelot. He imprisons Uther. He probably tells Morgana the truth about what he’s learnt.

Arthur doesn’t trust magic, but he also learned that mistrust from his father. He remembers the light that saved his life when he went after the Morteus flower, he remembers the druid boy that he helped save and the druids he returned him to. He remembers how unreasonable his father has always been as soon as magic is so much as mentioned. He remembers how Morgause used magic. How without her he never would have met his mother. How he probably never would have learnt the truth.

Arthur tentatively talks to Agravain, who has no quarrel with magic, and Leon who will be loyal to his prince (his King now) no matter what he decides. To Morgana who is hiding magic of her own, to Merlin whose advice he values even if he’ll never admit it, to Gwen who he no longer needs to hide his affection for.

Arthur decides that it’s worth it to try to trust, and wants to speak with the druids who have always been peaceful. Morgana in turn, takes a leap of faith, having not yet let her fear turn her against Arthur, and tells him about her nightmares. About the magic that she struggles to control and still fears. About what really happened with the druids when Uther declared her kidnapped.

They decide to keep this a secret between the two of them and their two personal servants and start to take action to relegalise magic in Camelot and attempt to make amends to all the people that Uther hurt.

Uther catches wind of this where he languishes in his prison (he does still hold the loyalty of more people than Arthur would probably be comfortable with) and in a last ditch attempt to get his throne back, demands to speak to Morgana and tells her the truth about her heritage.

Morgana is horrified. But this Morgana hasn’t spent a year in exile and isn’t willing to attempt to steal the throne from a man who has been nothing but truthful with her and accepted her when she was truthful in turn. This Morgana doesn’t hear “you’re my daughter” and jump to “I’m an heir to the throne” she hears “you’re Arthur’s sister” and jumps to “there is a legitimate tie binding us in a way that the Lords can’t dispute”. Far from turning them against each other like Uther hopes, this only makes their bond stronger.

Merlin eventually confesses to his magic too. Or maybe Morgana catches him when he gets careless and promptly tells on him to Arthur. Either way, Camelot legalises magic under King Arthur and his royal sister, and Albion is one step closer to its Golden Age.

In the other scenario, where the canon divergence is between s3 and s4, we’re going to assume that Agravain only joined Morgana after he came to Camelot.

In this scenario, Agravain still tells Arthur everything he knows. Except Arthur now knows that he has a sister, his father is ill and unlikely to ever recover, he’s already King in all but name, and he has a small but strong group of knights who have already proven they’ll go through hell for him. I’m not really sure how this one will play out if I’m honest.

There’s less motivation for Arthur to relegalise magic, he’s already basically King, no coup required. The only thing that really changes and properly affects the story is that Agravain is on Arthur’s side, not Morgana’s. Because he wants the throne to go back to the Du Bois bloodline. Although actually, Arthur probably changes his name (and possibly his standard) to reflect that.

This could probably have a butterfly effect over s4-5 but fundamentally Arthur’s position isn’t really changed other than not declaring his own war on magic after his father dies but again, not sure how much will change since Morgana’s still out there and hating Arthur’s guts, although if Arthur makes a huge announcemnet about it then she’s probably at least a little infuriated that the claim she has to the throne has just been nullified.

...and now I really want like 60k of fic on either of these scenarios

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sedehaven · 5 years

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The Ruins

I can still feel the heat in your hands, dancing me through the ruins of the pelvis you tore ~ when I was six. ~ The dead do not rest easy, and my body feels like unruly stones, dropped like teeth-- ~ bloody, and refusing to keep shape and order. And we are dancing through the bloody ruins. ~ You lead me through the towers as slender as a girl's femurs, jetting skyward and broken. ~ I step where you step, and we call this a waltz (and I call this a hostage situaton.) ~ Me and you. The girl and the monster. The woman and the ghost. I feel your hand on my chest, holding me down, ~ and it's time for another round through the ruins. * -- S. E. De Haven

#poetry #poem #spilled ink #inkstay #tw #rape

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twitchesandstitches · 5 years

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an idea I’ve had for a while is that the Endowed Fleet effectively has a form of immortality, of a sort, through hyper pregnancy: when people die, their souls are drawn to the nearest person with pregnancy powers, which effectively means ANY gal in the Fleet, due to how widespread hyper breeding is!

in practice, they are reborn in due time, and do not initally have their old powers, and must grow into them as they mature normally. They DO have their old memories, but due to emotional maturity, they will percieve them differently and this can act as a form of therapy.

And since the MILFs of the Fleet can cram thousands of young in them at once, they can house entire populations if only a single mom manages to survive an attack. Given time, they WILL be back, just as powerful as before, which means that in the right circumstances, the Fleet is effectively a stone wall in terms of combat. They will not move and keep advancing until they win, and are super resilient.

There are a few complications here, though.

On a strictly personal level; the more intimate and close someone is, the more likely they will be rebirthed in someone; a guy might wind up being rebirthed in his lover, for example; in fact it’s EXTREMELY likely. And while the Fleet does not normally do modern family situations, the experience is going to color relationships and maybe make things awkward, or induce a strong sense of power shift.

More practically, the mom with all those lost souls being regenerated IS going to be powerful because of them, but if she is killed, it’s likely those souls will be fully untethered and die for real, unless an especially strong mom can pull them to her own body and start the process over.

As for speed of pregnancy, for ordinary beings, it takes the same amount of time it does for a regular person of their species; humans take about 9 months, trolls gestate for far longer, robots are effectively ‘built’ in the womb, and so on. However, for more powerful beings, the mom must put active effort into regenerating them, putting her own power into it. This can be draining; enough powerful beings can leave even a strong woman totally helpless and depowered, though the power boost of giving birth to them will recoup the expense. The more powerful, the longer it takes; if a high-tier MILF dies and must be reborn, it can take centuries for her to be regenerated at full power, and most will prefer to start over weaker, so to speak.

Any pregnancy, as with this kind, CAN be sped up by pumping magical power and the mom’s reserves to speed growth; this is very draining, even if it means she can give birth to thousands in under nine minutes, if she puts enough effort into it. And that’s for a normal person. For mighty heroes, only the strongest of mom heroines can hope to even try something like that on a large scale. It is also believed that speeding it up will cause less of a power boost.

Due to this, there are some women that serve as support and defenders who exclusively do this, acting as medics and highly respected figures, who dedicate themselves to rebirthing their clanmates and allies. these clan mothers are very powerful and perpetually gravid, and often are highly skilled at conjuring summons by gestating them an avatar.

Devouring someone and then rebirthing them, while ALSO getting impregnated by digesting their essence, is also very common and sometimes results in accidental hostage situatons in wars. “We didn’t mean to do this to your guy, it was an accident. Honest!”

While weaponizing pregnancies like this is most common for the Endowed Fleet, the other factions may make use of it.

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