#fallen!anti

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Whumptober No. 3: Hair's Breadth From Death

@fankayart and @10th-no-name-person... y'all remember Fallen!Anti?

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It wasn't like Jackie to be late, then again, he does have a long ragging history of forgetting important things.

Anti crossed his arms as he leaned against the cement post on top of the building that was overlooking the city. The golden lights from below made the town look like heaven's front gates, the lights dim but held promise for tomorrow. Below, faint sounds of car horns blared and sirens rang. It wasn't unusual, but it did make him on edge knowing that Jackie was out there while there was a fuss over the city. His nervousness got the best of him as feathers fluffed anxiously.

He took a deep breath as his mixed eyes looked over the town, scanning the skyline and the roof tops for any sign of a jumping red suit, but nothing crossed his path.

Swallowing hard, Anti stood at the edge of the building and opened his wings, falling effortlessly, being caught by the wind. He's gotten the hang of flying, and he's gotten over his fear of heights. Snow white owl wings flapped over the city as his eyes scanned every inch of the roads and alleys. The more he looked, the more anxious he got.

Minutes turned into two hours of searching, and the church bells ringing at midnight only made his mind turn. Maybe Jackie was sleeping again? No... he already checked his apartment, hideout, napping spot on top of I.R.I.S.'s WACHER tower-- Anti's running out of spots to look.

But, an alley caught his eyes, and a red suit laying in a pile of rubbish made his heart stop. Swooping down, he landed in the alley and rushed to the limp body in the tangled metal and trash. Hesitantly, he looked pass the rusted bed of metal and thrones, and he felt his knees fall to the pavement. Laying in the center was Jackie, his bright, wonderful blue eyes wide in fear, with a metal bar through his lower stomach.

Anti wanted to look away but... but he just couldn't. How long was Jackie here? How long was he suffering alone--?

"An... Anti?" Jackie's voice was slow and too soft to hear at first.

Anti's eyes darted, panic filling his lungs like an overflowing sink. His legs forced himself to stand. Careful steps, he move in the pile of twisted metal and rusted nails. Gently, he slipped his hand under Jackie's check, Jackie blinking slowly as tears started to fall.

"I'll get you out of here," Anti promised, his voice shaking. "I swear to you--"

"Your... wings are..." Jackie's eyes were glossy and tired, words slurred and lost. "...beautiful."

Anti closed his eyes and swallowed back his tears. Taking a shaky breath, his wings wrapped around them like a shield. He hung his head low. Static filled their ears before they were gone.

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3:30am never felt so late.

Anti laid next to Jackie, listening to his heartbeat in his chest, as the wires connected to him like a puppet on a string. Anti hasn't closed his eyes since he's gotten there, and he refused to sleep until Chase came in the morning to replace him or force him to leave. A heavy white wing draped over him like a blanket. His hand combed through Jackie's soft brown hair slowly.

Henrik's shadow crossed over him from the doorway. Entering the room, he went to the I.V. and started changing it. "He's lucky that the pipe didn't hit his lower lung," Henrik mentioned. "I know that means nothing to you, Anthony."

"Is he going to be alright?" Anti's voice was thin and tired, his eyes still looking at the sleeping hero.

Henrik's eyes fell on the hero and angel, sadness filling his eyes, but he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "We'll have to see in the morning, I'm afraid."

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Welcomed readers: @mrstitanic @whumptober

[number1120]

Easy on Me

Inspired by this to understand the pain of the story...

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By the time Anti flew back to his home, Marvin was curled into his arms like a sleeping kitten. He saw how tired his eyes were as blood stained his purple shirt and dark blue cape, and Anti could see the strained marks from the hidden strings from whoever was controlling him. He doesn't know who is taking control over the magician, but he'll be damned if Marvin's hurt more. As much as he's in love with Henrik, he'll always love Marvin as the same as before.

He used his back to open the backdoor then his foot to close it quickly then hurried to the couch. He gently laid Marvin in the hard gray futon, his hand falling to the side of his body while the other over the stab wound. Anti cursed silently as he saw how much blood was lost from the other after he turned on the two lamps, and he winced when he saw the faded scar that wrapped around Marvin's neck was now raw and a bright purple. How couldn't he see the strings? He could've helped him... but Marvin wouldn't let him help or let anyone try to fix it; he's too stubborn and smart for that.

"I'll be right back," he promised as he got up on a knee.

A bloody hand caught his wrist and pulled weakly. "Don't? Please? I-I don't want to be alone," Marvin's voice was unrecognizable. "Anthony, please..."

With a soft voice, Anti hushes him. Carefully, he lifted Marvin's body and sat, holding the other close as he tried to catch the blood coming from his chest. It's finally ending; their cat and mouse game... so why was he crying? Why did fat tears fall from Marvin's eyes as he looked into Anti's promising gaze and leaned into his touch as if it was silk in the winter. He thought back to a time where he loved him before Henrik came and took his place. He thought of the endless nights and even longer days with Anti.

There were some nights where he missed feeling Anti near him, and there were some mornings where he wished to see the welcoming and tired eyes of the other.

Anti held his head up to rest on his shoulder, white wings wrapping around him like a blanket. His hand reached shakily and touched the soft feather. His blood stained the pure white snow feathers, but a sad smile crossed. How many times has his wings grew back? How many times did he suffer when they grew larger and larger? Every blast of light and power used--how much pain did he go through?

"Who did this?" Anti's voice was gentle yet strong. "Who made you do this?"

"I never," Marvin's voice cracked, "I never realized how soft-soft your wings were." A sad smile grew. "I'm-I'm sorry."

"Shh," he hushed as he cradled the other closer. "It's alright... Give me the name of the bastard that made you this." He thumbed away his tears. "Please-- I need to know."

Marvin closed his eyes and took a shaky breath. The name he gave shook both of them to the core, both of them didn't want to know. "Jameson... Jameson is my master."

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@10th-no-name-person @fankayart

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Whumptober 11: Drowned

Was he... dreaming?

All of this felt fake and unreal to him. The ringing in his ears comforted him as he felt himself crash into the ocean below him, sinking deep in the cold rush below. He should be enraged with Marvin, hating every minute of his breathing and living time, but how come his last thoughts, his last moments alive, is of him?

Anti should hate him and kill him in the most slowest way possible, but all he can see is the bright green and blue eyes in the dark under the star littered sky. His scars across his skin were a map of different stars and stories. Marvin's voice would fill his ears like a forgotten lullaby, and Anti always loved how perfect Marvin fitted in his arms so nice and snug. Even as they fought and tried to kill each other, fighting fire with fire, his wings fighting the deathly hands of the cat. He tried and tried, but Marvin fell deeper and deeper into the darker magic.

Even though Marvin cut his wings off and pushed him off a cliff, Anti's last thoughts were back to a July night in the midsummer's heat. He'll never forget the full moon on Marvin's skin, and he'll never forget what happened between them. Was it love or lust? At this point, it was a line in the sand that Anti couldn't tell.

He back hit the watery grave and sand, but his eyes never left the surface above. Air bubbles from his lips rolled so smooth and easily that he couldn't tell if it was a trick or a lie. When the cold water filled his lungs, letting go was the easiest as his eyes started to close...

... he coughed violently as he rolled to the side, coughing up water and ink. Anti's damp clothing was cold and stuck to his skin like the sand under him. Confused and dazed, he looked around to find someone sitting next to him. Blood dripped from his chest and arms from their fight, but Marvin looked as if he was in a dazed dream. He breathed heavily as he coughed, his icy blue eyes glowing in the darkness.

"Help me?"

Anti's head shot up at him. Marvin's voice was back--it sounded like him for the first time. "Marvin--?"

"Please, Anthony?" He hasn't used his name in years. "Help me. I don't-don't want to lose control." Anti could hear the struggle in his voice straining. "I-I don't want to lose. Please--"

"Who has you under control?" Anti sat up from his spot, his blue eyes a glassy yet soft look. "Marvin--?"

"Him... it's always been him."

"Who?" Marvin bit his lip nervously as if the fallen angel won't believe him. "Marvin," Marvin felt two hands cuffing his face. "Who has you under control?"

Marvin found himself leaning into his touch, closing his eyes like Anti did in the water. "It's-it's --"

He stopped as he lurched forward, blood spitting out of his lips on Anti's skin, falling into his chest. Wildly, he looked around to see who was with them, but there was only him and the sea. As if it was magic, his ripped wings were back and larger than the last. He looked down at Marvin's purple and blue magic fading, growing back his wings. As he felt them, they shielded around them, making a dome. He held Marvin close and turned him on his back, letting his head rest against his shoulder.

"Marvin!" He held him protectively as thick blood fell from his lips and heavily from his eyes. "Hey, stay with me!"

"The... master is... here..." Marvin's voice was broken and tore as his eyes looked blankly at the stars above them. "He... knows... and saw... everything..."

"Marvin, please tell me! Tell me who's doing this to you!" Anti could feel hundreds of eyes on him all at once. "Let me help you!"

"My master... his... his puppet," Anti felt his stomach turning, "I'm his pup-puppet."

Anti couldn't wait as he pushed up from the sand, flying up from the sand, kicking up dust like stars and water in a twisted and mixed dance.

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The name of the game has changed. A twisted fate in fallen snow. Who do you trust? Who should you trust?

Fallen Angel Part 2: The Snowy Fire

Welcomed Readers:

@10th-no-name-person @fankayart

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Whumptober 7 & 12: Carry and Broken

Anti carried himself through the blinding snowfall and the burning clean white covering the ground as he dragged his dead and broken wings. He crashed into the trees while he was trying to fight his way through the bitter cold, but he met his defeat when he landed in some pine trees and broke his left wing. After standing and dusting off snow, Anti found himself limping through the cold air. If he could find a house or smoke...

To his surprise, he did. He looked toward and squinted his eyes to find a home in the snow. Shaking, he grinned shyly and moved towards the home. All he could thing about was the warm embrace of heat to soothe his broken bones. All he had to do was keep moving forward. But his hands were turning blue and his lips were numb and cold. The hair on his arms stood to keep warmth with him, but he could feel it slip away from him.

With tired eyes, he fired his way through the snow to get to the front door. Shaking, he lifted his hand and knocked, but it was a gentle knock that couldn’t be heard if you didn’t listened. He knocked again—2, 3, 4— but his knees couldn’t stand any longer. He started to slouch and leaned against the door frame, a tired hand knocking on the wooden door.

His body slipped down until he was hugging his knees, his head against the door, a tired had growing weaker from knocking. Maybe if Anti shuts his eyes he would wake up from this nightmare? Maybe this is what he deserves after years of torture and destruction. A bitter cold death with a broken wing.

A small smile from as he shut his eyes. He felt Jackie’s arms around him once more, holding him close to his chest. He could smell him from his dark red sweater as his body grew lax and light. He was tired of carrying himself... he was tired.

The door opened and his body caved in, his head hitting the floor with a thud. He did nothing to catching himself or fight back the arms at dragged him in. Frostbitten eyes fluttered opened to meet a familiar aura as he was carried to the warm fireplace.

“Your an idiot,” the scattered voice muttered as he laid Anti down gently next to the fire. He felt the warmth of a heavy, soft blanket dripping over him. “But you can’t fight back, can you?”

Anti looked into the flames before shutting his eyes again, drifting to sleep.

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Welcome readers: @10th-no-name-person

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❝  let me take a look…  ❞ fallen!anti and Henrik

Anti was curled into a corner as his wings wrapped around hime like a tight ball. He was shaking as he whimpers to himself, holding his lower stomach that was covered in black, thick ink. It hurts, that’s all he knew in the back of his head. Speaking of his head, his brow was bleeding, too. Marvin did a good number on him, and he was lying if he said he didn’t deserve it.

“I thought I would find you in here,” a gentle voice came from the other side of the room. Anti tightens the wings around him. “Anthony, please, let me take a look.”

“N-no,” he answered softly as he pushed his back farther against the wall. “Leave me alone, please? Marvin was right—“

“Marvin is foolish,” Henrik’s voice drew closer. “I know you.”

Anti shook his head. “You don’t know a thing about me.”

“I do know that you have a plushie turtle named Glitchy.” Henrik knelt to the floor and gently rested a hand on his wings. “You don’t like crust on your sandwiches. I know you have a small green glow-in-the-dark knife. You hate shoes. You drink black coffee. I know you don’t like being soft.”

With every word, Anti felt tears starting to fall slowly. His wings started opening up.

Henrik continued. “I know you like sitting in the morning and evening sunlight because it’s your favorite time of day. You love cats more than dogs. You’re color blind in your right eye and your left eye sparkles like the stars.” Soon, his wings opened up and Henrik was greeted by a teary eye Anti. “And I know your tired and you just want a hug.”

Anti nods as he lowered his guard. “Yeah...”

Henrik looked down at his hand that covered the wound. “Here, let me take a look...”

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81, Fallen!Anti

“Please, don’t make me choose.”

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“Please, Marvin,” desperation hung on Anti’s words, “Please, don’t make me choose.”

Henrik struggled against Marvin’s grip as he kicked in the air. His blue eyes were frightened as he tried to free himself from the magic.

Marvin glances at Henrik with pride gleaming in his eyes. He wasn’t sure if he was proud to see blood flowing from Henrik’s noise, or Anti’s disgusting wings chained to the wall. Or was it—yes. It’s watching Anti wiggles under pressure of choosing.

“Chose between his ribs,” he points at his lower, “or his tongue—“

“Anti, whatever you choose, I’ll be alright!” Henrik reassures, cutting Marvin off. “I trust you—“

Marvin snapped his fingers and Henrik’s mouth shut. “I think I know which one to do, Anthony.”

Anti started to fight the chains against the wall, trying to get to Henrik. “No! No— do what you want to me! Not him! Please!”

His begs were unheard as Marvin pulled Henrik to his knees and forced his mouth open.

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11 when fallen!Anti learns about Marvin's plan?

“You— You monster.” Anti growled, his dark wings spread behind his back, fluffing up to match his anger.

“Takes one to know one, am I right?” Marvin chuckled, “I know what your plan is, making everyone like you and trust you. You might of brainwash the others, but no, not me.” Marvin growled, his eyes starting to glow a neon green.

“You... you’ve been the one making me hurt the others! You sick fuck!” Anti pushed himself with his wings, tackling the magician down. “All those months I’ve spent gaining everyone’s trust! So they could accept me! Gone!”

Anti’s knife materialized on his left hand and with a swift motion he cut Marvin’s arm, making him yell in pain. Furry was evident in his eyes but it was quickly replaced with maliciousness. Marvin stopped struggling and gave an opening for Anti’s knife to sink on his stomach.

“Anti!” He whipped his head, snarling at whoever called for him. A whimper was heard, a tiny one. His eyes came back to his emerald green, and the anger faded away when he saw little Elaine frozen at the door frame of her bedroom. Horror was evident in her eyes, realizing that he did exactly what Marvin wanted.

“E-Elaine... it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.” He stammered, a weak attempt to hide his sins. He forgot about the man bleeding on the floor. No, he couldn’t lose her trust, not hers... she backed away, for the first time since they met, Elaine was frightened by the Angel that stood in front of her. “Please. You know me, you know I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“Get away from me! You... you hurt my uncle! You hurt papa!” She screamed, “I-I thought I thought I could— You’re a monster!”

He staggered, feeling dizzy and short of air. Elaine ran pass him and into Marvin’s arms, who was doing a healing spell on the wound. He hushed the crying girl, whispering and reassuring her that she was safe with him. To that, Marvin lifted his triumphant gaze at the demon.

“Game over, glitch.”

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I'm not having a good day... could you write 3 with Chase and Anti, please?

“Wait!” Chase shouted, stopping up short behind his brother. He double over to catch his breath, he cursed himself for not being home a few minutes before whatever made Anti storm out. Whatever happened between him and Marvin could wait after he got the demon back home. Chase raised his gaze up to his brother, even in the darkness his massive white wings would never cease to amaze him.

“Anti-“ Chase began, but was cut short when a snarl broke out of Anti. Making him recoil, but his courage didn’t falter. Anti was his brother, he wouldn’t hurt him. Not now.

“Leave me alone.” Anti said in a low growl, glitches ripples over his body, his wings fluffing up as they folded tightly behind his back.

“No. I won’t move until you come back home with me.” Chase shot back, he took a step and then another, slowly closing the distance between the two. “I’m not leaving you, not now, not ever. Whatever happened between you and Marvin w-we can fix it! Just, please come home with me.”

“I don’t have a home...”

“That’s a fucking lie and you know it!”

“You didn’t see her face!” Anti shouted, finally turning to face his brother. His eyes matched the darkness of the forest, but even then, Chase could see a hint of pain, of fear. “I knew this was a bad idea! A-And I still let myself—“

Anti let out a frustrated grunt, his wings unfolded with force and hit the tree next to him, knocking it out of its roots and making it fall with a loud crash. Chase stood grounded, not letting Anti’s lash get to him.

“All I do since I got here is hurt... I-If it weren’t for me, Jackie and Henrik would be safe!” Anti fell to his knees, his wings dropping on his shoulders like blankets, his vague attempt to comfort himself. “Marvin’s right... I should’ve just stayed as the villain, things would be better that way.”

“Who gives a shit about what Marvin says! You’re my brother!” Chase argued, he fell on his knees as well, matching Anti’s height as he searched his face. “We are going back home, right now and we’ll fix this. I didn’t risk my skin for you to back out on me now, you got that?”

Anti let out a heavy sigh, letting himself fall against his chest. Chase wrapped his arms around him, rubbing his back in soothing circles.

“I want you to stay, bro... and I will fight to let you stay.”