The Ridley-Dead-AU, a short part two after a short part one [here]. I feel like I owed you this.
Dany saving herself, or at least - working on it.
B, Ridley and referenced Leo belong to the amazing @hackles-up who I am infinitely grateful to for creating this AU with me.
Cw for vague BBU, mentions of blood and murder. Language. Nothing more.
[Continued from here] [Dany Masterpost]
The small gun is heavy, suddenly. I have to take my other hand, to keep it straight, directed at the one person I want to protect.
I have to do it, for him, I tell myself. B can't live without Ridley.
Well.
I don't want to live without B.
He'll die out there. He's hurt, he's injured, he's lonely, he's utterly unprepared to be free. To be on the run. He'll slow me down, and it'll be both our death.
He's also strong, he's loving, he's loyal. I feel safe in his arms, and loved in his gaze. He's saved me, we've saved each other, countless times.
My scars itch, scars that B gave me.
But without Ridley, he'll never have to hurt me again.
Fuck.
I lower the gun.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This is either the greatest mistake of my life, or the last.
Probably both.
I step in closer, rest my hand against his cheek. He's breathing more peacefully now, steadier and stronger. He'll wake up, soon. I hope. I fear.
"I've got this," I mumble, more to myself than him. "I'm sorry. I... I've got you, B."
I jog back to the bedroom, the direct way, taking a big step over Ridley's body. If it'd make any difference, I'd shoot him again. And again. And again. For what he did to B, what he made him do to me. For what I was about to do to B.
B's corner of the wardrobes is all black, all multiples of the same set of clothes. I take a long sleeved shirt and loose pants for him. My clothes, I don't even bother to look at. None of them are practical. Instead, I slip into a pair of Ridley's jeans and one of the more casual T-shirts he has. It sports his company logo. Fucking ironic.
When I return to B, he's murmuring something, still unconscious. Quickly, I check the messages on Ridley's phone. Leo is still busy. The project doesn't look like she can hold up any longer.
*How are yours?*, Leo asks.
*A little defiant*, I reply. *But I took care of it.* Happy emoji. Heart eyes emoji.
I shove the phone back into my pocket, before I gently lift B's upper body from the couch and pull the shirt over his battered body. There's no time to clean him up. He whimpers in pain.
"I'm sorry," I say and run a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, B, you have to wake up."
"D... Dany?" Disoriented green eyes search for my gaze.
"B." I swallow, steel myself for what is about to come. "B, we have to run, okay? Something... Something has happened. Somebody..." I inhale. "Someone has murdered Ridley."
(Happy!AU - The Kidnapping Arc -> Shattered Diamonds)
The very angsty arc of the Happy!AU where Dany never gets forced to marry Ridley Lordin and follows in her father’s footsteps as a crime lord, Lorenzo Whitlock never becomes Sunny, and their one-night stand at the Bahamas leads to a happy, loving marriage. This is a collaboration with @justplainwhump , Dany is her character.
Thanks for your patience in getting this part out! Hope it’s worth the wait.
Dany Masterlist || Sunny Masterlist
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CW: 18+, EXPLICIT NONCON, derogatory language, degradation, forced to watch, lady whump, BBU (not pet whump but “boxies” are discussed), whumper POV, very brutal, please heed the warnings.
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Ian can hear the noises all the way in the other room. Adam moaning loudly and talking in a low, aroused voice, skin slapping together, someone kicking a table leg, and the Hammond bitch screaming and crying. Fucking finally. He’s been wanting to do that for so long.
Normally, he wouldn’t let Adam fuck the hostage, especially not on location. But if he wanted Danielle to be destroyed completely—well, sacrifices must be made. He heard the husband scream at first, he hasn’t heard anything else.
That scream…Ian wishes he had it recorded so he could play it over and over in Danielle’s ear. Make her relive the moment her husband broke until she lost her mind.
He hears another particularly pathetic cry from Danielle and laughs. This has been an amazing day. Sure, the Hammond bitch hurting Jonah was unexpected, and Fitz took a risk pulling back the slide while the gun was in the husband’s mouth. If he had killed him…the Hammond bitch wouldn’t have cooperated. But it all worked out in the end.
Danielle Hammond is breaking for him, watching her husband get fucked like an animal.
She’s been a fucking thorn in his side ever since she stepped into power. She’s good at her job, that’s the problem. That, and the fact that she’s a pretentious little bitch who sits there in her fancy corner office and parades around important meetings dressed to the nines with her nose turned up, sometimes with her husband on her arm like a trophy prize.
Good for you, bitch. You managed to fuck him stupid enough to marry you.
At least Ian could have some semblance of respect for her father. He worked hard. Danielle was raised in a fucking palace, surrounded by bodyguards, and anyone who dared call her a slut for fucking those bodyguards got knocked off.
Stupid daddy’s girl. She’s in the big leagues now. She should know better than to be emotionally connected to someone, especially someone so useless as her husband. Even his muscles, his defined abs, are just pretty decoration.
Danielle is nothing but a spoiled bitch who keeps her husband among her prized collection of hitmen and preppy tennis clothes. She hasn’t had to do a damn thing to get everything she has.
That stupid fucking cunt. Her father was a major detractor of Ian’s business, too, but at least he wasn’t so blatant about it. He should just make both of the Hammonds pets and call this done with.
“Fuck!” Adam is yelling. “Fuck, yeah, diamond boy.”
Sounds like his cue. Time to see how much more he needs to push the Hammond bitch before he gets what he wants.
Ian walks back into the room, smiling. The sight before his eyes is…magnificent. The husband, still bent over the table, cum and blood between his thighs, teeth marks on his back. The Hammond bitch, face red from crying, made into an utter wreck and barely held upright. Ian’s day just keeps getting better and better. "How'd that go for everyone?"
Adam pulls out of Lorenzo, wiping himself off with the stupid apron they found him in. "Great, boss."
Ian stalks over, completely ignoring Dany, to stare at Lorenzo. He looks fucked out, he's not even there anymore. "Shit. You fucked everything out of him."
Adam grins lazily. "I'm thorough."
Dany wails into Fitz's hand, kicking desperately at the two men holding her. Fitz rolls his eyes. "She's been doing this the whole time. Fucking bitch."
"You can let her go now. I'm sure she'll be good and quiet knowing that Adam would love to go round two. Do you think Mr. Hammond would look good, gagging on your cock?" Ian knows exactly what the words do to Dany, the angry glare he gets in response for his words.
"He looked good gagging on a gun." Adam shrugs. "I think it's worth a try."
Fitz and Andrey step back from Dany, but she doesn't move from her spot.
Ian circles to the back of Lorenzo. "You tore him," he says, watching blood and spend slide down Lorenzo's thighs. "Think that'll ruin the sale price?" Ian doesn't wait for an answer, seeing how Dany shudders. "Why don't you give me a product review, Adam? Tell me all about WRU's potential new recruit."
It's amazing how the man bent over on the desk doesn't even react to what Ian's saying. He just lies there with empty, hollow eyes, occasionally whining like an animal. Ian grabs him by his hair and lifts his face up towards Dany's. He doesn't fight back, Ian can pull him around every direction he wants. Pliant. Dull. And he's not even a boxie yet.
"Oh, with pleasure, boss." Adam walks over, cupping Lorenzo's ass with his hand. "This is almost good enough to seal the deal alone. See?" He brings his hand down, and both men watch the skin ripple with the blow, turning red in the shame of a handprint. "He's got quite the ass. WRU should list that as his main feature on their webpage. I'd buy him just for that."
Dany stiffens as Adam walks closer to her, but all he does is shove his fingers in Lorenzo's mouth and smile at her. "He's not loud enough for me, but I can imagine that when he's not floating off to Neverland, he's quite a vocal slut."
Ian chuckles. "You think they can train that out of him?"
"For how much these things cost? WRU can do almost anything." Adam pulls his hand out of Lorenzo's mouth, wiping the saliva off on Dany's shirt. She flinches away from him, her tears dry on her cheeks. "I've already tested his mouth with the gun, as I'm sure his wife remembers, but that was a very positive experience."
Ian nods. "Not a biter?"
"Nah. He's a sweet, pretty toy. Aren't you, diamond boy?" Adam slaps Lorenzo's ass again, and he whimpers, but doesn't resist, doesn't try to pull away from Ian's hand keeping his head up.
Ian looks to Fitz, who's watching Adam eagerly, and Andrey, who looks a little sickened. His eyes narrow. Maybe Andrey will have his own reckoning with a gun, once this business is over. Can't trust people who aren't on board with his decisions.
"Now," Adam says, leering at Dany. "Let's talk about how good he felt on my cock. I don't know much about his sex life--obviously I know he's a slut--but damn. He's tight. He tore on the first thrust, but it made the friction a little less. And I like my men bloody. He's perfect, though. Like he was made for taking cock."
"I looked over their house," Fitz says. "This bitch gives him free rein. Lets him read and write, go grocery shopping."
Adam shakes his head. "It's a waste. She's wasting him. Something this good should be kept tied up to be used all the time."
"She does keep him collared," Ian says. "I'm sure it's not all the time, but he seems to know his place." Ian's never been one for fucking his captives, but he's a little turned on by Lorenzo's eyes. There's nothing there. Not a single spark in that ocean blue. Like it's all been sucked out of him, like the sea after a storm.
"My final rating would be a nine out of ten," Adam says, shoving a finger into Lorenzo and relishing in Dany's horrified whimper. "Tight, pretty, nice ass, but too quiet. I know it's cliche, but I like the boxies that ask for it, that are all slutty and loud. Once he decided to let his brain get fucked out of him, he was just silent. If I'm paying for a boxie, I want him moaning so loud they can hear it two counties over." He pulls his finger back out, covered in blood and cum, and wipes it on the apron.
Ian switches his grip to hold Lorenzo by the collar, shaking him around. "Lorenzo," he calls.
No response.
"Yeah, he's too far gone." He yanks the man back, throwing Lorenzo's naked body onto the concrete floor. Dany cries out as Lorenzo whines in pain from his dislocated shoulder.
"He's a waste," Adam says. "Finally, we got his wife to destroy him like he was meant to be. You hearing me, Hammond bitch? This is all your fault."
Ian slides the laptop back in front of Dany and opens it. "Make the cargo arrangements." Adam kicks Lorenzo in the ribs; Dany flinches more than he does.
Ian smiles. He's got them exactly where he wants them. Pretentious bitch Danielle Hammond, a crying, scared mess. She shouldn't have played with fire, she should have left that to the professionals. She can walk around showing off her daddy's money all she wants, it doesn't matter when her husband is a whore and she's doing exactly what Ian wants. His day couldn't be going better. "Just make the arrangements and I'll let you clean him up before Adam gets horny again." He turns away. "For the record, Danielle, fourteen days is perfectly fine."
The Ridley-Dead-AU, everyone. I shall tag these who commented on it, plus the Dany tag list: @distinctlywhumpthing @whumping-on-the-ridge @queenofthenoobs @ocean-blue-whump @just-horrible-things @whumpymirages
Ridley, B and Leo belong to the wonderful @hackles-up
[Dany masterpost]
Cw for (obviously) major character death and thoughts about it. Very vaguely implied past noncon. BBU (vaguely mentioned). Whumpee married to (dead) whumper. Blood. Thoughts about killing a loved one.
He's dead.
Ridley Lordin is dead. His body is still warm, his brown eyes still open, empty, staring into nothing. There's a hole between them, slightly asymmetric, towards his right eyebrow. The hole is ridiculously small. Like his ridiculously small gun. Like he is a ridiculously small man.
I don't know where my thoughts come from. I feel like I'm stuck here, stuck in the present, stuck in this moment, with the cool metal of the small gun trembling in my hands, and warm blood soaking the carpet under my bare feet.
The hole is bigger at the back of his head, of course.
I feel sick.
Next to his body, his cellphone vibrates once. It must've slid out of his pocket. New message. Leo.
Ridley Lordin is dead, but Leonardo Luciano is still alive.
My head is spinning. There's only one thing I know. I have to leave the city before he finds out.
I step forward. The carpet is sticky. Mingled in his beloved 80s rock music are the smacking sounds of my steps.
I take his wrist, pausing as my gaze falls on our hands. His wedding band next to mine, his perfect skin next to the scars crossing the back of my hand. "Fuck you," I whisper, repeat the last words I said to him. Probably the first ones, too.
I almost have to laugh, even though I don't know why. Nothing of this is funny. Still, it feels ridiculous.
I place his thumb on the phone's sensor to unlock it.
Love you. Looking forward to date night. I'll text you when I leave here. Special project needing a little more attention tonight.
Date night. Tonight. Here.
There's even less time than I hoped.
Without another glance at my husband, I walk into the office, leaving a trail of bloody footprints. I don't bother. Leo will know everything, anyway.
I know the layout of Ridley's office by heart. I've spent countless hours on his lap, even more crammed under his desk, keeping him warm. I know where he keeps his laptop, his paper files, his special thumb drives. I pack them all, throw them into a large briefcase.
There's a stack of bills in his safe, less than I hoped, but it'll do for a start. I add it to the pile. I also know his credit card pin. I'll be able to get more.
Ridley's phone vibrates again. A photo. Leo's special project, in what must be excruciating pain.
My stomach twists, as I reply with a chain of heart emojis, just as Ridley would.
I can't help her. I can't help anyone but myself.
Not even -
My gaze goes to B, sprawled over the couch, barely breathing. He's still unconscious, bleeding on his head, his arms, his chest, from the brutal blows Ridley rained down on him.
For me.
He'd punished him for me, because his wife can't have bruises in public, but his pet can. Because he knows B matters more to me than anything else.
There's a tear running down my face. I don't fight it. It's ironic. I wanted to save B, but instead I destroyed everything for him. B can't live without Ridley. He'll fall apart. He'll tear me apart, for what I did. And then, Leo will torture him to death, for his failure.
If I'm clever, if I'm quick, and with a whole portion of luck, there's a chance at freedom waiting for me, just outside.
B can never be free.
There's only one thing I can do for him.
"I love you, B," I whisper. "Thank you for everything. I... I wish it had ended differently."
I lift the gun and point it at his heart, blink back the tears.
Ridley and B are @hackles-up s characters and used with permission.
[Dany Masterpost]
Content - lady whump, intimate whumper, dubcon kiss, noncon touch, murder mention (of a loved one), referenced noncon, derogatory language, implied noncon (fade to black).
Ridley came home from work early today, and he's in a weird mood. From the living room, I can see him in the kitchen, see and hear him. He has turned on the radio and is singing along, like he does in the shower. I don't know if I've ever seen him this cheerful. He's dancing with himself, as he takes a bottle of champagne from the fridge and nudges the door close with a sway of his hip. He's not a bad dancer, his movements are easy and confident, with little accents on just the right beats.
His hands are fumbling with the tinfoil around the cork, when he notices me staring, and his smile seems to grow even wider.
"Princess. Get in here. Dance with me."
I cast a side glance at B, standing to the wall dispassionately, hands clasped before him, attentive and waiting. He's been quiet today, when he picked me up from Ridley's bedroom. Usually I like the days when I get out early. Not as much stress pent up in Ridley, sometimes even a nice dinner, or - rarely - a quiet evening when all he expects me to do is lie next to him on the couch. However, I do not feel like today will be a good day.
B is looking away from me, his jaw clenched. He jumps forward, though, when a loud pop sounds from the kitchen, and I flinch.
From the side Ridley is chuckling. "What is it, with pets and loud noises?" He sips some of the foam from the bottle, humming along some tunes, before he pours two glasses. "Get your sweet ass over here, princess, or I'll give you a real reason to be nervous."
I clench my teeth and follow his order, a forced smile tacked on my face. The music is still running, some 80s pop song I probably should know, but have forgotten.
Ridley's arm wraps around me, pulls me flush against him, and I don't need another prompt to lean in, press my lips on his for a kiss. His lips are sticky with champagne, and I taste whiskey on his tongue. He's been drinking in the office. In the afternoon. I don't even want to know.
He's humming into the kiss, shoves his hips against me, right hand firmly on my butt, while his left hand's fingers entwine in mine and pull my hand up into dancing posture. "Good girl." He steps forward, leg pressing between mine, and I follow, a pattern ingrained somewhere deep in my subconscious. I'm a decent dancer, slightly rusty, but our wedding has just been some weeks ago, and I've been forced to perform. My skin still crawls, remembering the men I've danced with, the hands roaming over my body, the dirty promises whispered into my hair.
He leads me into a turn in the narrow kitchen aisle, stops me right before the stove and spins himself, more smooth than me, with a teasing hip swing and sickening confidence. With a too harsh tug, he guides me back against him and leans in, lips against my ear. “We’re celebrating something big today, babygirl. Wanna guess what it is?”
I smirk. I don't. I have no interest in whatever makes him happy. But I know better than to stay silent. "You're finally a billionaire," I suggest.
"Hm." Ridley pulls me close to his chest with one hand, while he pulls out his phone with the other and scrolls over some numbers. "Nope, still at 958 million." The way he pops the p between his lips is pathetic. I hate it, almost as much as I hate the fear pooling in my stomach. His stocks have dropped. He was at 980 just some days ago. He should be pissed, angry, taking it all out on me. He shouldn't be happy enough to dance.
Ridley lifts his arm to lead me into a finish of my spin, trapping me between himself and the kitchen island. His face is in front of me, irritatingly close, lips curled into a smile, eyes taking in my face. "Guess again. I'll give you a hint." He reaches out to playfully twirl a lock of my hair around his finger. "It's about you."
There's nothing 'me' left, I think bitterly. He's destroyed everything that made me. All I am is his. His babygirl, his plaything, his wife. Perfectly moulded into shape for him.
There's nothing about me that could even change any longer. No job, no uni, no friends, no fam-
I freeze.
Ridley chuckles. "I guess I've really fucked you stupid, babygirl. Such a slow thinker. Adorable. Even B is smarter than you."
I see B, from the corner of my eyes, moving the knife block off the counter. Out of my reach.
"No," I whisper tonelessly. "No. Not... . No."
"Stuart Hammond. Murdered in his filthy jail cell. Alone and ashamed."
I shake my head, try to back away, but I'm stuck between his body and the edge of the counter. "No. No. I would've... You wouldn't..."
"I killed my own father. Why should I hesitate about my father in law?" I yelp when I feel his hand wander up between my legs. "I like to think that you were his death. Watching his whore daughter, taking all these cocks? You've ruined him, Danielle. That shiv to his stomach, it probably was a salvation."
My legs give in. He's holding me tight, lips pressing little kisses onto my neck. I don't feel them. I don't feel anything. I'm numb.
Stuart Hammond. Dad. Fearsome criminal, loving father. I've been waiting for him, I realize. For him to escape jail, to get here, put a bullet into Ridley, sweep in and save me. All my life, he's been there for me. And I for him. Until Ridley.
I know he's seen the tapes. All my torture, all my pain, some of it has been streamed to him, live. I know they've bragged about it to him, Ridley, Leo, his rivals and enemies. And I've played along. I've let it happen, to survive, to keep at least part of me alive. Preserve a part that still could be saved.
I failed.
It's over. Everything is.
Stuart Hammond is dead.
Danielle Hammond is, too.
Bent over the kitchen island, Danielle Lordin spreads her legs for her husband.
Dany Hammond & Mykhailo Kysil ("the Romeo and Juliet AU")
I had the pleasure to get one of @enspey s commission slots - this is a gift for @painful-pooch to celebrate the fun we're having with our AU! Myk is her character, Dany is mine.
Love seeing them happy; love seeing them hurt.
And a big shout out to the artist - it was so good working with you!
[image id; A moodboard with the series title "Shattered Diamonds". The pictures show a container port, an empty warehouse, a gun and a diamond.]
Collaboration with @ocean-blue-whump
Lorenzo Hammond (you might know him as Sunny) couldn't be more happy about the way his life as a trophy husband to career criminal Dany, a marriage filled with luxury and love. But when she takes out a big competitor, Dany’s business follows her home, and Lorenzo is taken by Ian Wilcox, a crime lord with a mission.
Ian and his men are willing to break Dany down entirely - and her pretty husband turns out to be the perfect tool to that end.
Tropes / content / warnings: whumpee x caretaker, one boss lady, one loving and devoted husband, crime, light references to WRU / BBU, NONCON (chapters marked individually), creepy whumper, forced to watch (a lot. this is pure forced to watch), gun in mouth, live-streamed whump, captivity.
[Full story on Ao3 (9k words)]
Chapters on Tumblr and additional info under the cut:
(Happy!AU - The Kidnapping Arc -> Shattered Diamonds)
The very angsty arc of the Happy!AU where Dany never gets forced to marry Ridley Lordin and follows in her father’s footsteps as a crime lord, Lorenzo Whitlock never becomes Sunny, and their one-night stand at the Bahamas leads to a happy, loving marriage. This is a collaboration with @justplainwhump , Dany is her character.
Tagging both the Dany crew and the Sunny crew! @ashintheairlikesnow @whumpinggrounds @whumptakesthecake @whumpfessional @winedark-whump @painful-pooch @distinctlywhumpthing @whumping-on-the-ridge @queenofthenoobs @hackles-up @whumping-newbie - let us know if you want to be added or removed from this tag list.
CW: NSFW. 18+. GUN IN MOUTH, creepy/intimate whumper, derogatory language, bad gun safety, loved one forced to watch, self-loathing, humiliation, degradation
***
Lorenzo shifts around, his shoulders straining from having his hands tied behind his back for so long. The zip tie is cutting off his circulation, his fingers are stiff. He can see Dany standing in her office, barely able to keep herself upright. He’s glad she can’t see that the man standing behind him has a finger hooked in his collar. “I’m sorry for the sudden change in anniversary plans,” he says. “It wasn’t intentional.” He has to keep his panic down, has to show Dany’s that he’s okay. He flashes a smile at the camera, his teeth white. “How’s work?”
Dany is taking a controlled breath before she shakes her head. "Shit day," she whispers. "I'll get you out of this, okay? We'll be good."
The tablet is placed on a desk and someone else appears next to Dany, gently takes a gun out of her hand. Dany doesn't fight it.
"You know what we want, Ms. Hammond," the other man says. "You've made a mistake, thinking you could decline our offer."
“I know.” Lorenzo takes a shaky breath. “We’ll be good.”
“No, you won’t be.” The man standing behind Lorenzo gives a harsh yank on the collar, making Lorenzo sputter for air. “You definitely won’t be.”
“I left food on the grill,” Lorenzo says. “And I think I left a burner on too. I’m so sorry, Dany.” They both know he’s not talking about the food.
Dany flinches and her hand twitches for the camera, as if she could touch him. "You won't hurt him", she presses through gritted teeth. "You want something of me, you won't get it if you hurt him."
"I think there's levels", the man with Dany says mildly. "We will hurt him. And you'll still give us what you want. So we can make him hurt less." He looks at the camera with a short nod.
They're right. She'll cave, give them exactly what they want, especially once he's bled a little. "Don't give them shit, Dany," he says, looking straight at the camera, straight at Dany. "Don't give these bastards what they want. I'll be fine, okay, but whatever they want you to do, don't do it, don't fucking--"
He's cut off by another man walking forward and grabbing his face, squeezing his cheeks together. "I wouldn't listen to him. He's in way over his head."
Lorenzo stares up at him, fury blazing in his eyes. It's the only way to hide how scared he is. The collar that once felt so safe is closing in on him, too tight, too much to handle. He needs Dany. Desperately.
"Enzo." Dany looks into the camera as if nobody could see her but him, her gaze speaking of nothing but love and worry. "Enzo, this is my business, I'll handle this, alright? You... you just do as they say."
"And we say that you should be quiet and pretty and stupid just like you're meant to be," the man holding his jaw croons.
Lorenzo wrenches his head away. "Fuck you," he snaps. "Don't do it, Dany. Whatever they want, it's bad, please don't do it."
A harsh slap connects with his face, his neck twists to the side. "I thought I told you to shut it and let the adults talk. Now...now, we're going to make you pay."
"No," Dany hisses and spins to the man next to her, grabbing his lapel. "Kauffmann, tell them to leave him be, we're not fucking done talking here. I'm sure we'll find a deal."
Kauffmann's hand wraps around her wrist and he pulls her in. "You are not in charge, sweetheart. We are." He nods at the camera. "Show her."
"Don't touch her!" Lorenzo yells.
The man behind him chuckles and tangles his hand in Lorenzo's soft hair. "Come on, Fitz. Let's put his pretty mouth to good use, huh? Give his wife an extended version of the show we got earlier." Now that he's saying more than a few words, Lorenzo recognizes his voice. He's the man in the ski mask, the one who kidnapped him.
"Yeah, I think that's a good idea." The man in front of him, Fitz, grins.
Lorenzo jerks in his restraints, eyes still latched on Dany. "Don't tell them...anything. No matter what. I love you, Dany. I love you so much."
"You think I should give him a chance, Adam?"
"I think you should." Adam tightens his grip on Lorenzo. "I think he can be a good boy for us."
"Not your good boy," Lorenzo grunts. He's only hers, only Dany's good boy.
"We'll see about that." Fitz tilts his head to the camera, smirking at Dany, before turning back to Lorenzo. There's a gun in his face, quicker than he can blink. "Suck on it. Come on, diamond boy, put on a show for us."
"N-no, no, I can't--"
"Or I'll shoot you. Not somewhere that would kill you right away, but somewhere so your wife can watch you bleed out slowly."
The words send a chill down his spine. "I'm sorry," Lorenzo whispers to Dany again. He's sorry he's weak, that he couldn't fight back, that he let himself get captured. He's sorry that he's going to do whatever they say because he doesn't want to die, not anymore.
Lorenzo Hammond bends his head and takes the gun between his lips for the second time today.
The metal is cold and heavy on his tongue, cloying his senses and making him gag on the foul taste of gunpowder residue. He swallows his pride and the saliva gathering in his mouth and bobs his head up and down the length of the barrel, looking up at Fitz with tears in his eyes.
Fitz groans. "Fuck. That's hot."
In the background, he can hear Dany make a soft noise of distress and his brain short-circuits. "Oh, no," he mumbles around the gun, but it comes out incoherently. No no no no no. He can't do this, he can't have this thing in his mouth ready to kill him and his lips are stretched obscenely around the steel and it tastes awful and he's crying and gagging slightly and he can't do this, especially not with Adam's hand on his head.
He can't do this.
Lorenzo whimpers and tries to pull away from the gun, but Adam keeps him in place. "You're doing a horrible job, diamond boy," he hisses, loud enough for Dany to hear. "Trying to pull away before I'm done."
No one gets to call him that but Dany, but it's happening anyway and Lorenzo is shaking as the first tear slides down his cheek. He doesn't want to be shot, doesn't want to die, he can't just die like this.
He goes back to working his head along the barrel, hollowing out his cheeks so he can fit more of the gun in his mouth, gagging slightly.
"No," Adam says. Lorenzo stops, confusion wracking his brain. He's doing what Adam asked, he's...sucking the gun, he's being good even though it makes him sick. "Fitz, I think it's time we showed this stupid slut what it means to get his pretty face fucked. "I'll keep him in a good position for you." Adam pulls Lorenzo's head back slightly and forces him fully upright.
Lorenzo looks into the camera, right at Dany. She looks like she's coming undone and desperately trying to keep herself together, watching Lorenzo with the gun in his mouth, debasing himself for these men, his kidnappers.
Fitz thrusts the gun into Lorenzo's mouth. The rough edges scrape the delicate skin, he's forced to keep his jaw wide so it doesn't bust his teeth. The gun slams into his gag reflex and Lorenzo chokes, coughing and sputtering and crying now. He's not getting enough air, he won't survive this, he can't.
Fitz doesn't stop, he keeps pushing the gun in and out at a relentless pace, despite Lorenzo's gagging, and Adam is holding his head still, talking to him the whole time. "Pretty boy. You should go to someone who would make good use of that mouth. I love your noises, baby. You're such a pretty crier. That's it. Look at your wife. Look at your wife while you let yourself get face fucked by a gun. Dumb little whore. I'm surprised this hasn't happened to you yet."
Drool is falling from Lorenzo's stretched lips, coating his chin and chest, making the apron stick to his skin. This was supposed to be his safe outfit, they're ruining it, they're ruining him. He can't catch his breath with the gun cutting off his air supply and the sobs wracking his body.
"Think the gun's had its fill?" Adam asks.
"You know, I think so." Fitz pulls back the slide and Lorenzo's eyes go wide.
He can faintly hear Dany yell, "No!" in the background but he's not focused on that. They're going to kill him they're going to shoot him. He's going to die here all alone. He's going to die.
The gun is jamming against the back of his throat with increased force, he's too scared to fight back. He just has to sit there and take it as Fitz's finger inches closer and closer to the trigger--
Fitz pulls the gun away and Adam lets go of his hair. Lorenzo doubles over, gasping for air. There's a strand of saliva connecting the gun to Lorenzo's lips, and saliva all over the gun and Lorenzo himself. Fitz frowns and looks down at the dirty weapon. "Fucking disgusting." He wipes it on Lorenzo's apron and steps away.
Lorenzo whimpers, still softly crying, still sputtering for air, he needs more air, he can still taste the gun.
"Apologize to Mr. Kauffmann for interrupting," Adam snaps. "Say it, slut. And make it real good, otherwise I'm gonna fuck your mouth with the gun, and I won't be as nice as Fitz. Look at the camera, too. Look your wife in the eyes and apologize for being such a desperate whore that you needed something in your mouth."
Lorenzo can't but he has to, he can't have the gun in his mouth again. He raises his tear-streaked, drool-stained face to the camera, his lips sore and red and swollen. His voice is raspy, it hurts to talk. "I'm s-sorry, Mr. Kauffmann," he chokes out. Adam grabs onto his collar again as a warning. "I'm sorry for being such a-a desperate w-wh-whore that I needed some, something in my m-mouth. It w-won't happen again. Please d-don't let them hurt me."
A deep wave of shame washes over him, watching the expression in Dany's eyes shift as he speaks. These next words are directed at her, but subtle enough that his kidnappers don't notice the change in tone. "P-please. I'm s-sorry."
I love you, Dany. So much. And I hope you'll still love me.
Fitz picks up the camera and brings it forward, getting several close-ups of Lorenzo’s swollen mouth, of the tears in his eyes before making him come face to face with Dany one last time.
She looks disgusted, horrified. Lorenzo is half glad when they end the call and leave him alone in the darkness.
He wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t love him after that. He just wishes he was strong enough to save himself.
(Part of the “Shattered Diamonds”- (formerly: “happy”)AU with @ocean-blue-whump)
The last part for now. Ending this arc on a very dark note, but I promise, they will be rescued.
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CW: noncon (caretaker pov), forced to watch, dissociation, humiliation, this is very short but brutal.
She cries and she bites and she kicks and thrashes and fights, and nothing is enough. Nothing is worth anything.
She can't save him. She failed him.
Look at what you did.
She's looking, can't not look. Lorenzo's blue eyes are open, holding on to hers, but they're empty, unseeing. An unoccupied boat rocking at its pier, drifting away on the ocean.
She hears it, too, skin slapping on skin. Lorenzo whimpering at each thrust, far away. The man behind him, the man hurting him, talking, talking all the time, at him, at her.
Such a good boy.
She screams against the hand holding her, and they're laughing.
You made him such a good slut.
She didn't. She didn't do this. She loves him. He loves her. She is his, and he is hers.
Lorenzo sputters as the man twists the collar. His collar, the one she gave to him, the one he loves to wear, to show off, to pose with for her.
Fuck, he's tight.
Dany is sobbing, trembling in the men's arms. A hand is running over her hair, yanking her head back to keep her gaze straight.
Look.
She's searching in Lorenzo's eyes, doesn't even know for what. Love? Forgiveness? Solace? She's looking into a void. He isn't there. They've taken him away.
The other man slams Lorenzo's head onto the desk, as his hips buck forward with a long moan and he comes into him.
"Fuck", he yells, almost triumphant. "Fuck, yeah, diamond boy."
His gaze is on her face. She feels it burning on her skin, greedy for a reaction, like her pain is spurring him on as much as Lorenzo's. One of the men holding her slaps her cheek, but she doesn't react. She's not fighting any more. What for?
