I've had a bad work week, and take it out on the characters. Thanks to @hackles-up for letting me borrow big, strong, scary, sad B and writing this with me.
[Dany's Story]; set after Ridley's death.
Content / warnings: noncon (fade to black), living weapon, conditioned / brainwashed whumpee falling back into conditioning, noncon between survivors, betrayal, blood, a tiny touch of gore, murder, abuse of power. This is a dark one.
"Are you alone, Madam?"
The policeman's pale green eyes take me in, and from the way his teeth play with his lip, I can tell he likes what he sees, even in the dim light of the flickering streetlight at the edge of the parking lot, even with my body hidden away in a man's clothes.
"This isn't a safe area for a pretty, young woman as yourself," he observes, almost thoughtful. "Many shady figures around." I know, I think. That's why I'm here. Why we are here. But if the cop sees B, he'll consider him exactly the sort of dangerous figure he's warning me about. And I can't let that happen.
It feels almost sickening to smile in return. But it's been my only chance, my only option, so often, that he doesn't notice my disgust as I slip on my softest, most helpless smile.
"Oh. I promise, I'll watch out, Sir."
Sir. The word falls from my lips easily but it leaves a pain in my stomach so physical, the man actually seems to notice.
"Show me your wrists," he says, his voice significantly cooler.
I obey. Offer both my hands to him, wrists facing up, so he can see the blank skin where he likely suspected a bar code.
He sees something else of interest though.
"Huh." His voice softens again, while his grip on my wrists gets harder. His thumb runs over the deep scars crossing my palm, sending shivers down my spine. "You're not a pet, but you've got something to run away from, too, don't you, sweets?"
He pulls me in a little closer.
"Please," I whisper, unable to tell if my despair is an act any longer. "I can't go back."
The cop steps in, his hands still clasped around my wrists.
"You're a pretty girl," he mumbles."Maybe we can help each other out." Slowly he guides my wrist down between our bodies, places my hand on the bulge in his pants.
I swallow. B is somewhere in the park, waiting for me. But I can make this quick. Nobody needs to worry. The cop doesn't know who I am. He wants a quick fuck, maybe even only that hand job he's implying. I hate sex. But I'm fucking efficient at it.
So I nod, shyly enough to make it feel like a triumph for him. "Yes, Sir, please, I -"
A huge figure slams into the cop, a solid mass of muscle and fury.
B.
The cop's hands are still gripping mine when he goes down under B's impact, and he yanks me down along with them.
I fall half onto his body, half onto the pavement, and before I can fully grasp what's happening, B straddles the cop, his fists are raining down on him, inches from my face, an unstoppable brutal hailstorm of punches, breaking bones and tearing up skin.
He doesn't hear me. He's in some sort of tunnel. I struggle to my knees, try to find an opening to rest a hand on his shoulder, calm him down.
His forearm catches me square on the chest and throws me back, meters away. The world fades out for what could've only been seconds, but when I look back at the scene, the cop isn't moving any longer.
B is over him, holding a gun, his chin and shirt dripping with blood, titanium teeth flashing in the moonlight. The cops throat is shredded open in a bloody mess.
I feel like I'm passing out again. This can't be real. This can't be true. We're on the run. We're hiding. And now, we've killed a cop. No. Not killed. Slaughtered.
Bile is rising in my throat. I press my hand to my mouth. Fuck. Fuck. We need to keep cool. Whatever happened, we can't get caught. I didn't lie to the cop. I can't go back.
I stumble towards B. "B," I call. "B, we need to leave."
He slowly gets up from the shredded corpse, panting, wipes his stained hands on his pants.
A crackle of radio static and chatter explodes from the belt of the man, and the seems to snap B back to me.
He lunges forward, seizes my hand and bolts forward in the trees, towards the forest.
I struggle keeping up his pace. His hold of me makes tears well up in my eyes. We're together. It's us against the world. We can do it. He's got us. I just hope he won't murder anyone else today.
"Where are we going?"
He doesn't reply, just looks around to take in the surrounding, me. With a scowl, he leans in to scoop me up into his arms, holding me to his chest before he continues to run.
He's still not talking. I can feel his heart drumming under his blood soaked shirt, strong and steady, even as he's racing with my weight in his arms.
The cop's blood is everywhere. When he finally comes to a stop, most has dried, on both of us. I can taste it on my lips, metal and death.
B is still holding me tight, hugging me, his hands roaming over me. His body is shaking. I put a hand on his chest. "Let me down, B. Fuck. We killed a cop. We need to make a plan."
B rumbles through his chest, almost like he's ready to talk finally.
But he does not let me down.
Instead, his bloody lips lower to my neck. He's kissing my skin, nipping at my throat, softly, loving, reverently. His teeth are on my skin, those same teeth that just ripped a man's trachea open. My heart is racing, suddenly. He won't hurt me, I tell myself. He won't. He loves me.
"B," I breathe, trying not to move to much under his sharp teeth. "B, listen to me. I don't want this. Let me down. Now."
B's hold around me only tightens, his breath quickened, faster than it has been during all his running.
A hand grabs at my shirt, Ridley's fucking stupid band shirt, and B rips at it. The shirt doesn't tear though, his pull just yanks up my neck by the shirts collar and gets me closer to his caressing teeth. B's eyes have darkened. Fuck. Fuck.
"B. B. No." I reach down for the shirt's seam myself, pull it up, desperate to give him what he wants, without him accidentally hurting me. "Here. Babe. It's okay. I'm good. Let me down."
The roughened pads of his fingers run over my skin. He has to feel my racing pulse. "Shhh...", he mumbles. "No, you're mine.... You're mine."
He lowers me to the ground, but before I can struggle to get to my feet, his weight follows, and he's over me, on me, kissing me, groping at my breasts, moaning softly.
I struggle to at least lift my hands, bring them to his chest, push him back.
"No," I say, try to stick my words between his bloody kisses. His metal teeth clink against mine in a harrowing noise that echoes in my head. My hands look tiny against his chest. "Please, please, no, B, I don't want this."
"Shhh." B's hands are over my breasts, playing with them in a way that I used to love once, in a way that Ridley never did, that was special, that was ours, but his touch is nauseating now.
"I love you, B, please, stop."
I feel him harden against me, untouched by anything I said.
B grunts and reaches around my waist. I let him.
I'm crying, I realize dimly, tears running freely down my face, falling down to the forest floor when he easily flips me onto my stomach.
He kisses the back of my back, mumbling into my skin. "I love you... that's my girl... You're all mine, see?"
It's his voice talking, his deep, soft voice, but the words are Ridley's, harsh and possessive.
My girl.
"You're hurting me." I'm begging now, between desperate sobs. I love him. He loves me. Why can't he understand, this is not what love looks like?
His heavy weight on my back is brutal, yet his kisses are still soft. Still him.
No. It's both him.
He'll take me. Against my will. I know it. There's nothing I can do. Because that's who they made him to be, who Ridley made him to be.
Even after his death, I'm losing to Ridley over and over again.
I close my eyes, press my forehead into the dirt, as I feel B's hand shift to work his pants, then mine.
"I love you," I whisper, and offer one last plea. "Please. Please be gentle."
totally going for the obvious ones here buttttt snatcher and florist
ah yes, the two characters for whom I have some of the most backup history for
Snatcher:
Favorite thing about them: he's a Bastard. He is Smug Bastard Man and he Will fight you for fun and profit. Peak antagonist design for me
Least favorite thing about them: This is Technically getting into the prince but like... fandom characterizations of them as separate people. no, he has just let his inner Bastard loose upon the world it has always been there let him give in to the Bite Instinct in all iterations please at least once
Favorite line: "You didn't forget about me, didja? don't tell me you forgot about me!" he's just. he's got a Presence okay
brOTP: him n hat. they r siblings your honor they will commit crimes together
OTP: uhhh aroace hc so. not really anyone
nOTP: kids and also Vanessa please keep her away forever
random headcanon: I know I have rambled about this one at Length with you but that he is Part Of The Forest in a way that like. a squirrel is not necessarily part of its forest. a bird isn't. he is Attached to it. he knows you're there even if you can't see him
unpopular opinion: i enjoy dadtcher content ofc but tbh obnoxious older sibling snatcher is Fave. I don't know how unpopular this is but so far I have only seen him written as Obnoxious Older Sibling once (1 time) and it was snowl. I don't know if I just did not look long enough but. yeah
song I associate with them: mmmm there's one Very Specific cover of Oh It's You and I almost feel like it's cheating because that is one of His Songs in-game but also like. i literally cannot think of anything else i do not listen to enough different music for this
favorite picture of them: he just looks so happy
Florist:
Favorite thing about them: Interpretations! There's so little about her in-game that basically it's free game on how you want to write her!
Least favorite thing about them: I uh... don't really have that many? IDK I guess the fact there's so little in-game information on her we get two pictures and she's barely even central in those v.v was she just a vendor was she Important i must Know (and so devise stories myself)
Favorite line: she has None :(
brOTP: her and the prince they are childhood friends i have decided. if she were alive now she and snatcher would still be friends. pulling pranks on his contractors all that jazz
OTP: I don't really have one? like. I don't tend to ship so ig she just. runs her flower shop and causes mayhem with the prince idk man pff
nOTP: children. no. this is an Adult, do Not
random headcanon: she has plant magic and is allowed to cause mischief in the forest (to an extent). She will Fuck You Up if you mess with her / people she cares about she has thorns
unpopular opinion: i personally think she is not interested in dating prince boy . maybe it is because i want an Ace Friends Moment but uh. i just personally don't see it. especially considering when she shows up in the storybook? mmmm. idk somethin about that makes me slightly uncomfy
song I associate with them: I don't really have one? I just kinda. vibe. i have very limited music taste. also electric daisy violin (lindsey stirling) i dont know it's just Fun
favorite picture of them: i mean... there's two canon pictures and neither of them are my favorite, because uhhh. i just. i really like the thing i drew of her. idk man
(also i would like to nicely request everyone look at my flowers again. yes im still on this)
anyway yeah thank you bany for feeding my desire to ramble about them
Nights by the fire were the best times. Those nights were long, the air was perfect and there were a lot of memories to last a life time. It was that one night though that things took a turn. You had been drinking with some of your best friends and you were tipsy. You were still with it but you felt the air slightly intoxicate you.
“Excuse me,” called a voice, quiet yet loud enough to hear. Jumping a hundred feet, startled you answered “who’s there?” A young man with dark hair and hazel eyes appeared at the end of the driveway, causing you to smirk. He was good looking but you just got out of a difficult relationship. Guys were not the first thing on you’re brain whether it could turn into a fling or something more. “I’m Charlie, Charlie Puth. I just moved into the apartment across from you, and I was wondering if you had any..eggs?” You’re friends cracked a giggle as they nudged you to talk to him. They always had a good way of knowing what was best for you.
You walked through the gravel of your backyard and around the parking lot. “You came to my house at 1am for eggs? The convince store is at the end of the road.” You said, slightly agitated. You could tell from his eyes, a trace of lust in them. “I know what you’re hear for, and I’m not that easy.” You scoffed, it was late.
“Can I at least know your name and have an egg? I’m starving and can’t get to the store, I don’t have any money.” You, still skeptical asked him to come in. “I’m Jackie, sorry if I seemed a little agitated, that’s not my usual self...” you said but trailed off and looked down. “It’s been a tough two months, some guys despite how old they are don’t know what they want.” You signed biting your lip.
Your eyes met his gaze once more as you came back with the carton of eggs. “Love is tough and confusing, but we can create beautiful songs from those experiences. You should give it a try. Why don’t we hang out tomorrow?” He asked with a smirk on his face. You soon realized the two of you could be friends easy.
“Sure,” you answered. “Bug one condition, don’t try anything on me.” You smiled, looking into his hazel eyes. “I can’t promise, but I can promise it will be a good time.” Charlie smiled, taking the eggs and walking back to his apartment.
...
After a push or five hundred from your girl friends, you were now standing at the apartment house across the street. You stood there with your accosting guitar, waiting for not even two seconds. A shirtless Charlie appeared at the door. “Come on in, Jackie. I think this will be good for the both of us.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. You chuckled after you followed him up the stairs to his comfy loft apartment. It was how you imagined it, lots of instruments, and even old fashioned vinyls. The room wasn’t a slop but was obviously picked up for company. It made you feel special to know he cleaned up for you.
“So you play?” You asked, pointing to the keyboard. “Ever since I remember. I’m an aspiring musician but it’s hard. You never know what people are going to take to.” You put a finger to his lips accidentally on purpose. “Don’t say never, what you say becomes a reality.” You said, in a voice a little louder than a whisper. He smiled, “Jackie, I appreciate it but I wish you could tell my anxiety that. Feelings can be louder than words.”
Knowing the feeling all too well, you give him an empathetic smile. “My door is always open. It sounds like you have quite the story to share. Have you written any songs?” You asked. He handed you a brown notebook overstuffed with papers. “Be gentle, I don’t share this with just anyone”, he answered. Nodding, you flipped through the pages. There were some deep lyrics in there. “Hey, I barely know you and these lyrics speak to me. Think about how you can impact the world with this music.” You said, patting his hand. He held it and turned to you, looking into your light brown eyes. It felt like you were intoxicated by him. His breath, steady but quick. You never seen hazel eyes so beautiful and a voice quite like his. Charlie is a genuine guy with the world at his fingers and a lot of shit at his feet. It seems like he needs some new experiences.
“So, about that guy.” You teased, biting his lip. Forgetting you mentioned someone the evening before, Charlie placed his head in his hands. “Riiight. You have someone.” He said, looking down.
You touched his broad shoulders and shivered a bit. “I had a guy.” You whidpeted. “But it seems like you have the potential to make me forget him.” He leaned in and kissed you right then in there. He intuitively knew you’d want more. He continued to kiss you as you thought this is so wrong yet feels so right.
Things got more heated as the minutes went by. In what felt like minutes, he was on top of you, grinding rhythmically into your hips. You could feel him against your thigh knowing he want more. “But, do you have a Girl is the question at steak.” You giggled, knowing it would turn him on even more. Shaking his head firmly, he kissed your neck roughly and left slight nibble marks. It was gentle enough that nobody would know upon leaving.
You continued in the heat of the moment until you’re phone rang. Your friend was profusely ringing the doorbell in need of help. “But Jackie...” Charlie started. “Sorry handsome, you have to wait til next time. I told you I wasn’t easy.” You said, kissing his cheek goodbye. It was the start of something new.
