#Vicey's Writing

[howlingday]

Ruby's Handlers Pt. 2

Pt. 1

Jaune: You got really quiet, and your eyes were, like, WIDE open and you didn't say anything, and you were just staring out at nothing, and I was like, "Dude, are you alright?" and I got NO response, like, at all! Not even a blink. You were just gone. And I looked at Weiss, and I asked her, "Is- Is she okay?"

Jaune: And she was like, "She's completely fine. Just give her some time."

Ruby: (Chuckling)

Jaune: And we're at that point now, because back then we didn't know each other very well, and now I have become that "She's totally fine. Don't worry it!" guy!

Jaune: (Laughs)

Ruby: (Laughs)

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Weiss: I didn't know you brought it today and I am very touched.

Ruby: Well, I love you.

Weiss: I love you, too~!

Jaune: (Dry heaves)

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WHO EATS MORE JUNK FOOD?

Jaune: We'll say it at the same time.

Ruby: Alright, three, two, one, do, okay?

Jaune: Got it.

Ruby: Ready?

Jaune: Ready.

Ruby & Jaune: Three, two, one, RUBY!

Weiss: WHAT?! Who gave you McSchnees?!

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Ruby: (Reading) "What would your spouse say is the perfect Peace Day gift"?

Jaune: (Writing)

Ruby: Should I go first?

Ruby: I'm going first. I'm gonna say... A kiss~?

Jaune: (Shows answer) I said the gift of Weiss' love~! (Angrily throws answer board down, Glaring down Ruby)

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Jaune: They were extremely friendly in Oscura.

Ruby: Nice!

Jaune: It was probably my favorite place to go.

Ruby: I thought you said Vacuo.

Jaune: Oscura is in Vacuo.

Ruby: ...

Jaune: ...Ruby, I'm going to pretend you were joking and then ask you if you were serious in private.

Ruby: I'm gonna pretend, too!

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Jaune: Can you hold down the fort for me while I go refill my water bottle?

Ruby: I can hold down any fort you want, dude.

Jaune: Great! My, uh... My throat is a little parched.

Ruby: Well, why don't you go unparch it then, King? I've got a diet soda right here! Glug, glug, glug, glug~! Delicious~!

Jaune: (Chuckles) Alright, great! I'll be back in about ten to fifteen seconds. Ruby, are you sure you're gonna be okay without me?

Ruby: Yeah.

Jaune: You sure you're ACTUALLY gonna be okay doing commentary by yourself?

Ruby: (Not okay with this at all) MHM!

Jaune: Are you positive?

Ruby: (0% sure) I'm 100% sure!

Jaune: Alright.

Ruby: (Petrified) Not scared at all!

Jaune: Here we go. Good-bye~!

Ruby: Bye, Jaune~!

Ruby: ...Hey, Jaune, remember that time- Aw... No... You're leaving...

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Weiss: Hi, Ruby, and hi, not Ruby.

Jaune: Hello~! That's me~!

Weiss: I love you both equally, so don't take this personally.

Jaune: Okay?

Weiss: Well, I think they both win.

Jaune: This has to be a tiebreaker thing.

Weiss: Agh... Personal choice.

Weiss: Well-

Jaune: (Smashes Ruby's display)

Weiss: Ruby wins~!

Ruby: (Looks @ Crocea Mors, Looks @ Jaune)

Jaune: (Smashing display even harder)

Ruby: NOOOOOOO! WE CAN REBUILD!

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Weiss: (Reading) Who is more likely to go to jail defending the other's honor?

Ruby: (Holds up Weiss sign)

Weiss: (Holds up Weiss sign)

Ruby: Yeah~.

Weiss: I will cut a bitch for you.

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Weiss: (About to read)

Jaune: Say it.

Weiss: (Holds laughter)

Jaune: SAY IT!

Ruby: I want a recording of this. So I can have my way with it~.

Jaune: Say it, Weiss.

Weiss: "Making the penises kiss!"

Jaune: YES~!

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Jaune: I remember reading something like that. Like, if you go a certain amount of time without sex, it starts to affect your mental health.

Ruby: Really?

Jaune: Yup. You get more easily depressed. It's a... It's a downer.

Ruby: Damn.

Jaune: Yeah.

Ruby: I guess I should fuck all the time then.

Jaune: Agreed! I hope you're listening, Vicey~!

Ruby: Oh, shit~! That's my wife~!

[freefallingup13]

The Ultimate Vicey Masterpost

Hi. I’m Vicey. I have a lot of pieces published on tumblr from multiple stories. Most of it is whump. Here’s the masterlists where you can find them!

Jaren’s Puppy

Jaren, the leader of a wild, warmongering vampire  coven, likes to keep a few werewolves as attack dogs. Some of the  werewolves the coven keeps - like his favorite “Puppy” Toni - are his personal pets. CW: Lady whump, Dubcon, Abusive relationship, Conditioned whumpee

Jaren’s Puppy AUs

Superhero AU

Farmhand

An AU of Jaren’s Puppy. Grin was happily enjoying being a college student. Then he got kidnapped by a sadistic man who brought Grin to his farm for an extra set of hands to help out, and… “stress relief”. At least Grin gets free room and board! CW: Captive whump, Abuse hidden in plain sight, Forced labor

Naive Princess

Selena is of high noble blood, being the daughter of the most powerful magic being on earth. Too bad her boyfriend turned out to just be using her for said blood. CW: Lady Whump, Betrayed by S/O, Religion Mention, Ceremonial Blood Sacrifice

[drabblesofrapture]

Hello Again (Superhero AU)

Our Superhero AU went from really lighthearted to very, very sad...

TW: parental death mention, murder mention, broken friendship

~~~

“Hey.”

Derek squealed and jumped. He turned around to see who had spoken, but nobody was there. “I- Selena?”

Silence.

“You never had to be all quiet, you know?”

Another frightened squeal erupted from Derek as he turned back around. There she was. Selena Mavis, in the flesh. The girl he had been avoiding for almost three years now. He hadn’t planned on changing that anytime soon, but…

“So how was your date?” she asked, crossing her arms. “I hear you and Cora are still going steady. Was the movie great?”

Gulping, Derek clapped his hands together. “Uh– Yeah,” he said, a little louder than he meant to. “Saw it in IMAX. Great film.”

The look on her face made him wish that he still knew her as well as he used to. “Good,” she whispered. “Good.”

They sat for a few moments, staring at each other. Derek waited a few agonizing moments before clearing his throat and stepping back. “Uh– I should be getting home now– It was nice seeing you–”

“Don’t,” Selena said, holding her hand up. “Don’t do that, like we’ll be seeing each other tomorrow like old times. We both know that’s not going to happen.”

Lowering his head, Derek turned away so he wouldn’t have to face her head on. “Look… Selena,” he mumbled. “Why are you here? We… We don’t–”

“Don’t what?” she laughed humorlessly. “Hang out? I noticed. Believe me.

“So why?” she asked. “Why did you start avoiding me? I… I thought we were friends.”

“I–” Derek groaned, running his hands over his face. “Maybe,” he said. “I don’t know, maybe I was scared. Really, really scared.”

“Scared of what?” Selena asked. “Of who? Me?”

Derek’s stare was piercing. “... Yeah,” he finally said. “I think it’s safe to say that I am.”

Her face fell. Somehow, she hadn’t been expecting that. Maybe she wanted him to lie, or to say nothing…

“Why are you surprised?” Derek scoffed. He gestured around at the empty alleyway. “Look what you’ve done. Look what you did back then!”

Selena looked away. “... I’m a different person, now-”

“You killed people, Selena!” Derek practically yelled, struggling to keep his voice down as he stepped unconsciously closer to her. “You killed so many people! Do you fucking understand that?”

Shutting her eyes, Selena took a deep breath. William had said Derek was avoiding the news and all that, she remembered, there was no way he would know how dangerous it was for her to lose control. 

“That’s… of course I do,” she muttered, kicking at a rock. 

“Do you?” Derek asked quietly, moving to try and catch her gaze. “Selena - they’re gone. Gone, gone. No matter what they did to you…”

“You know how much that shit hurt me.” Selena’s voice trembled as she shut her eyes. “They fucking deserved it.”

“No.”

She finally looked back up at Derek. He looked like he didn’t know whether to be scared, or furious, or just… sad. 

“No, Selena. The people that bullied you when we were younger did not deserve to die. None of them.”

Her teeth clenched, and she put a hand to her forehead. It felt wet - it wasn’t raining. She was getting too emotional, she was getting too close to the edge.

“You even killed a mother,” Derek said quietly. “You… I can’t believe you-”

“That kid was safer elsewhere!” Selena yelled, stepping forward. Reaching a tense arm up, she pointed out at the city. “No mom like that, that bully, ever deserves to be around a kid! Never!”

“She grew up, Selena!” Derek shouted back, throwing his arms out to the sides. “This isn’t like a recess fight, you killed her for something that happened years ago!”

“And now it’ll never happen again,” she hissed. “Not from her, and not from any of the other ones.”

“Half of them grew out of it, Selena! At least! You killed people for things they stopped doing, and never did again!”

“That doesn’t mean the hurt goes away! That doesn’t mean they get away with it, they can always go back!”

“So, what, you killed them? Killed them so they never have a chance to redeem themselves!?”

“They already had their chances! What about me, huh!? How about how my life ended up from what they did! They don’t say ‘sorry,’ and they get a nice life and I don’t!? They-”

Selena was cut off. A gust of wind slammed into her like a sledgehammer, and she flew backwards until she rolled to a stop on the ground.

With a groan, she rolled back to her front, pushing herself up with one arm as she wrapped the other around her torso. She definitely had bruises from the concrete, and she would have to be checked over for more.

She lifted her head, her vision beginning to clear as she saw somebody land next to Derek, someone with long blonde hair, touching his arm softly, murmuring to him. Fuck.

“Cora.”

Cora turned around, her eyes landing on Selena. Her eyes turned from that ice and cobalt blue to a full glowing white, and she lifted her hands towards the crumpled figure on the ground. “Don’t come any closer,” she warned. “I won’t let you hurt him.”

A hiss escaped Selena’s teeth as she bared them at Cora. “I would never. Harm. Him.”

“Tell that to Jeff.”

Selena grit her teeth. She could feel them growing sharp. She didn’t care. “Jeff is different,” she growled. “Jeff tricked me, he led me on for years. Derek is-”

“What?” Cora said flatly, stepping closer to her. “Your friend? Someone you trust? You treated everybody like shit and threw them away when they came to help you. You thought you would act differently around Derek?”

“Yes!” Selena shrieked, getting up to her hands and knees. It was starting to rain, droplets falling over her face and hair, mingling with the blank ink down the side of her face. “He’s my friend, he cares, he-”

“You attacked him in his own home!”

“I attacked Will!” Selena screamed, sitting up as she clenched her fists. “I attacked Will, he was there, he’s dangerous, I couldn’t-!”

“STOP!”

The two looked at Derek. His chest was heaving, and he had his hands clutched to his hair. “Just- STOP!” he shouted again, shutting his eyes. He shook his head violently before he looked at Selena again, pointing at her. 

“You-” he swallowed. “We are not friends. Not anymore. Not after you turned your back on everything we were.”

Selena’s heart dropped in her chest. The rain was pouring harder, now, drenching them all and making it hard to hear.

“... Come on,” Cora said quietly, putting a hand onto Derek’s shoulder. “Let’s go home.”

“... Hey…” Selena looked up. She saw her hand reach out to them as they began to turn away, but she couldn’t feel anything but the rain. “Hey, we’re not done-”

“You’ve done enough!” Cora snapped, glaring over her shoulder at the girl. “You’ve hurt him enough! Now go away!”

Selena could only watch numbly as they walked away, Cora covering Derek with her jacket to shield him from the rain. Selena’s own coat was getting soaked, the ends laying on the ground as she knelt there.

“... I…” She couldn’t tell whether or not it was the rain taking her body over with the cold, or the creature taking her body over with the madness again. “... What about me?”

Trembling, she lowered her head to the ground, holding it between her hands like it would explode. She stared wide-eyed at the concrete, propped up on her elbows. The only warmth she could feel now were her tears.

“... He hurt me,” she whispered. “What about me?”

[just-a-few-prompts]

Yo idk when the bell this happened but thank y’all 🥺 I never thought this blog would gain any traction when I made it back in 2018, then it started to blow up with kerosene (er - semi-literally?) and it makes my heart happy every time I go on tumblr and see a like, a reblog, a reply, a new follower.

Seriously, I’ve been having some awful days, and I feel so happy that despite those bad days I still inspire people and give them a good laugh! Y’all have officially brought me back to this hellsite and showed me the positive side to this community that I somehow missed when I was a teen. So really, thank you, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU ALL! Let’s keep that inspiration and good feelings going!

-Mod Vicey

[kurokiorya]

After posting my recent drawing, I've spent an evening browsing old letters, posts and discussions, even rereading some bits of fanfiction. And, darn, do I feel nostalgic. It was such a good part of my life with lots of creativity, wonderful people and bonding over Hakuouki and Bakumatsu. I was very invested in the fandom (sometimes too invested for my own good). I even had a chance to learn more about my flaws I couldn't notice otherwise. I doubt things would ever return back to those rails, but it was a great time, both educative and pleasant. I also miss writing my fanfic. I wonder if any of you ladies still visit tumblr, @shell-senji, @eliz1369, @moon-faced-pear-shaped, @vicey-vice, @hakuyamazakisensei. I see that @filliteapot, @lescahiersdesable and @impracticaldemon are still present from time to time. Sorry for tagging you all, I'm just really glad we used to gather here back then.

P.S. I guess tumblr became kind of deserted after the notorious NSFW rules case. I wonder if I should start it over with my drawings, maybe on Instagram. It's good to have a way to connect to humanity, especially in these troublesome times.

[greenie-joker]

30 Days Writing Challenge 🤘

Okay Let's Start the 'Day14'

Post 3 movies/shows that you never get tired of watching.

__--MOVIES--__

Titanic -- admit you can not just move on to the love formed in a moment And so easily Lost.

Marvel's -- almost all of their movies I have Saved to my Lappy, that's matic! when I thought of a Marathon movie. can't get tired of watching! every action in Scenes they have No cork.

Death Note -- I actually have an eps of it. so I also keep up with the Time I Repeat watch.

__--SHOWS--__

Gabing Gabi ba Vice -- His new Show. Of course I always support vicey because I always wanted him. That he will make people happy is a big part of that in our time now. and his GGV also came back so he will give laugh even more.

TTS Jimmy Fallon -- Because I am not abroad to watch it, so I watch them online. Enjoy this show promise.

Ellen Degeneres -- I enjoy watching her Show, her comedy style. the Way She talk to all her guest it was Amazing.

Ps: Sorry for my Super Duper Late Again ✌️😅...

#30Day/Day14 #JStoneWorks #friendchallenge #motivatedtowritebyyou

[elfblcd]

me tryna give rynn a vice like. can’t do drugs or alcohol b/c it messes with his echolocation. fears getting close to people or anything so doesn’t do sex in a casual/vicey manner. could smoke but i don’t really want to write that,

[olivialay1229-blog]

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[literaryvice]

SPECIAL: Call for Guest Authors

SPECIAL: Call for Guest Authors

Dear readers,

For the first time in the eight year (!) history of Literary Vice I am planning to take a holiday from posting (just for the months of July and August). Or am planning to take a holiday. I may still insist on writing a couple of reviews.

But! I don’t – at all – want to leave you without reviews to read. So. This is my call for guest authors. I’d love for *you* to write a review in…

[freefallingup13]

Naive Princess pt. 8

Part 7

Honestly my favorite sentence in this entire project is the last one in the first paragraph

Anyways here’s a beatdown

TW: Room-destructive beatdown, demon, post-beating exhaustion, non-graphic wounds (wounds are less like lacerations and more like dents)

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The movement was effortless, almost graceful. With every swing of his arm, Jeff slammed Aidel into the walls, the floor, the ceiling. Every time he hit the dirt, he left a bastard-shaped hole in his wake, and Jeff loved it.

He wasn’t satisfied until he had used the boy to break every piece of furniture to bits. Panting heavily, he finally coaxed his ropes to bring the boy closer. He held Aidel suspended in the air in front of him, eyebrows furrowed as he admired his battered handiwork. 

Aidel was beyond squirming now, panting as he was finally allowed to recover. His head hung limp, as did the rest of his body. Jeff grabbed a fistful of that black hair and yanked it back to get a nice, long look at the pained exhaustion on his face.

“Let’s not dally, Callahan,” Gildenhos called out. “Restrain him.”

Jeff huffed. “He is restrained. But if you insist.”

Not bothering to use his ropes, he engulfed Aidel’s face in his hand. He turned, slamming the back of Aidel’s head into the ground, making the boy’s entire body jolt. He waited to hear a groan of pain and watch those red eyes open. Only then did he lift his hand away, raking his claws deeply into the boy’s face as he did. “Oops.”

The “wounds” left as Jeff lifted his hand away were more like dents than anything. Deep, angry scores were left in Aidel’s face, but his skin hadn’t broken just yet. The boy hissed lowly, but turned a heavy glare towards the demon standing above him.

Jeff wasn’t impressed, huffing as he put a foot onto the boy’s chest. “You’re going to die, you little brat,” he spat, baring his fangs at Aidel. “It’s over. I have the upper hand.”

Aidel laughed, smiling teasingly tilting his head. “Do you?”

As Jeff furrowed eyebrows, Aidel’s chest heaved beneath him. For one second, he could see the boy leaning up beneath his foot, blowing towards his face. A gust strong as a hurricane blasted into his face, bowling him head over heels into the air. The winds engulfed him, burning every inch of his body they could reach, and he screamed as he was overwhelmed.

[freefallingup13]

Naive Princess pt. 7

Part 6

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

TW: Acidic smoke/Chemical burns, gun violence, demons, blood, them mfers be fighting + with magic to boot

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“Keep your filth off of me!” Aidel snarled as a spike of smoke spiked towards Jeff. They were in the thick of combat now, flying and swinging around the room. Between Jeff’s blood and Aidel’s smoke, none of the minors could get a shot in - everything between them was a blur. Every few seconds a desk would splinter, or a filing cabinet would get smashed in. Gildenhos had ordered them to put their guns away. Jeff was fighting, Jeff could handle it.

He stabbed a rope outwards, but it slammed into the wall. Aidel had flown out of the way, responding by whipping a tendril of smoke into the demon. Jeff growled as the smoke burned his skin - was it acid or heat? They had never gotten a full analysis of his powers. It was making things difficult.

"Shouldn't have trusted- you-!" he snarled, his voice distorted now that it had no Glamour. He stabbed his ropes into the ceiling, then swung. His claws were extended to catch Aidel mid-air,but Jeff found his hands embedded in the dirt of the ceiling.

“Oh, never,” Aidel mocked him, holding his hands out. His smoke slashed against Jeff’s bare back, making the demon hiss in pain. Aidel’s teeth grit into each other as he grinned, sending more tendrils to wrap around Jeff’s torso.

He never got the chance - Jeff tensed as he saw the smoke coming, and ropes exploded around him to cover him like a bowl against the ceiling. The smoke made his blood hiss as it began to bubble, but Jeff was getting used to the feeling.

Aidel had to turn his attention away - one of the minors had ignored the order to put their gun away, firing at him. He sniffed as he waved the bullet off-course with a small gust from his palm. Hadn’t they noticed how useless those guns were by now? It wasn’t like any of them had hit him, they only hit Je-

Distracted once again. His eyes widened as a black, wet-sounding rope shot out just a hair’s breadth from his nose. Jerking back, he redirected the winds to hurl towards Jeff once more. 

The demon was lunging from the ceiling when he looked back, one arm creating a shield of blood that blocked the smoke from touching his skin directly. Smart, Aidel could admit, but the air was decidedly his domain. All it took was a slight redirection, and the gales slammed straight down onto the edge of Jeff’s makeshift defense. The impact made Jeff flip off-course, slamming face-first into an overturned desk.

With a triumphant laugh, Aidel turned to the pile of hellspawn surrounding his prize. So much of the girl’s blood had been wasted, now, soaking into the ground. He could only hope that the ungodly amount of blood her system produced would be enough for the summoning.

Taking care of the minors would be easy enough. He used a single tendril to strike at the minor that had shot at him, heavily burning their arms so they couldn’t even hold the gun, let alone fire it. The shout of pain left a grin on the corner of his lips.

The tendril became a cloud, almost hand-like as it darted towards the group of minors. Burning Selena would be fine, as long as her blood wasn’t tainted. She didn’t need to be intact.

A blue, transparent bubble phased into existence around the group, making his smoke whisk harmlessly over the surface - and over them. He growled to himself as he scanned to see which one had done it. A familiar red scarf showed itself dully against the blue; it was that paranoid vampire boy, staring wide-eyed back at him as he cradled the girl. 

Aidel sniffed. Of course it would be the boy who almost ruined everything that decided to be one last hurdle.

Rolling his eyes, he lifted one hand, beginning to curl the cloud over the shield. There was a hissing sound as the boy flinched. Good - the shield could be connected physically to the boy’s pain. If he could make it just painful enough-

He ripped his hand back with a hiss, swiping his other hand across to blow away the fire another demon had summoned. No - not just a demon. It was one of the girl’s siblings. The Greed dragon - he’d lit the smoke on fire with a single breath, his cool, steady gaze burning silently into Aidel.

His teeth grit hard against each other. Great. A Patron, healers, shields. All the things he didn’t want to deal with. This was supposed to be easy.

Oh, and there was the other damned demon.

A black rope wrapped around Aidel’s torso, dragging him down with a steel grip. He started to wave his hand, but he was tackled-midair into the wall, creating a crater that shook the room.

“Got you,” Jeff hissed before wrapping Aidel’s hands to his sides with more ropes. As Aidel squirmed from the impact, coughing to regain his breath, Jeff stepped back, lifting him out from the rubble. He wrapped the ropes around his hand, gripping them tightly in his fist.

~~~

“Sir!” 

Gildenhos only slightly tilted his head towards the minor that approached him, running up from the hallway. “I trust you’ve informed my father about what’s going on?”

“Yes, sir!” The minor nodded. “He’s very wrapped up trying to get away from the crowd, sir. They’re trying to get Belial into position as we speak. Do I need to go back and tell him to hurry?”

“No,” he replied, turning completely forward with a nod. “There’s no hurry. Jeff has the situation handled.”

Part 8

[freefallingup13]

Naive Princess pt. 6

Part 5

We are getting closer to the part where I got stuck...

TW: Lots of blood, blood loss, knife mention, demon mention (don’t worry, the minors mean minor demons, not actual minors)

~~~

Selena was now lying where Jeff and Gildenhos had stood, breathing hard. There was a minor healing her, then another, and another. They kept appearing in flashes of flames, stumbling in confusion as orders were barked at them. She couldn’t tell what was going on.

A few seconds later, there was a yelp as somebody was teleported in who had been lying down. Pages flipped wildly as they dropped their book. With a groan, he sat up. “What the-”

“Comfort her. She needs healing,” Gildenhos said quickly before disappearing again.

“... What…” Derek suddenly caught the scent of blood, and his breath hitched in his throat as he looked around. There was a group of minors here, maybe seven, clamoring over… somebody. When he lifted his hand, he realized he recognized that spaded tail laying on the floor.

Selena.

“Oh, my god-” He scrambled over to her head, hands already glowing with healing magic. “Oh my god, what happened!?”

She could barely focus, head lolling back and forth. One of the healers grabbed his wrist and placed it on her shoulder. “She’s lost a lot of blood,” they said quickly. “I think somebody was trying to use it in a ceremony. She needs to heal, a lot.”

A small whine from Selena drew his attention then, and he looked her over to try and figure out what was going on. He saw one of the minors holding the blade still in her stomach, the massive amount of blood soaking her front. Her eyelids were fluttering, so he carefully lifted her head and placed it on his lap. “It’s okay, Selena, just stay awake,” he murmured, shaking her a bit. At the small whimper, he nodded, going back to healing her. “There you go… everything’ll be fine. It’ll be fine.”

A crash to his side made him jump in surprise, and his gaze jerked over to the room behind him.

Part 7

[freefallingup13]

Naive Princess pt. 2

Part 1

The journey into Rapture CONTINUES with some more MAGIC FANTASY WHUMP

TW; Stabbing, Ceremonial blood ritual hinted at, Demon mention, Gun/Bullets mention

~~~

"Yes, of course. I know." Jeff nodded as he replied to a minor demon. He was taking complaints in the Den, arms crossed as he walked into one of the office rooms with the group. "I don't mean to brush you off - I do understand your concerns, but we've already-”

A huge crash suddenly drew everybody's attention, and a couple of minors shouted in surprise, jumping back. The light on the ceiling was swinging, and Jeff felt several ropes and ribbons already creeping out from his back. He narrowed his eyes at the cracked desk, and the two figures on top of it. One of them had purple skin - was it Belial? No, this one had black hair. And the other-

"Jeff!" Selena pushed herself up from the desk, holding an arm to her stomach. Her eyes were wide, her chest heaving. She started to get up, trying to crawl towards him. "Je-"

She didn't get the chance to finish her plea. With a grunt, she was flung hard into the ground, where she hit her back with a cry of pain. Her arm was wrenched away from her stomach on impact, and Jeff saw it. She was bleeding, and an ornate handle was sticking out of her stomach.

He could feel his scleras turning black as he turned to the other figure, who was standing up and brushing themselves off. "You!"

Red eyes met Jeff’s as Aidel adjusted his jacket. With a soft 'tch,' he lifted his hands.

"Open fire!" Jeff shouted, shooting a rope towards Aidel as well, but it was too late. With a flick of his hands, Aidel summoned a dark purple fog around him that swirled into a sphere. Jeff was pushed back by the force of the wind, and everything was blown off of the desks in the room. The wind was already going fast enough that the liquid of Jeff's rope was being sucked away by the shield. He shouted, retracting the rope and clutching his hand to his chest.

The minors that could were shooting at Aidel, but the sphere didn't show any signs of relenting. The wind seemed to catch the bullets, diverting them away. Selena was still on the ground, trying to regain her bearings. She was trying to sit up, but she couldn't. The knife was slipped into her abdomen - if she moved it any more, she'd injure herself. 

“Selena, stay still!" Jeff tried to run to her, but a tendril of smoke whipped out from the sphere. It slammed into his stomach like a car, sending him flying into the wall. He fell to the floor, hitting his shoulder on the ground with a shout of pain. He coughed as he sat up, looking back at the scene between the desks. Another tendril wrapped around Selena's torso, yanking her into an opening in the sphere. All he could glimpse was Aidel's wicked grin as the hole closed, silencing Selena's scream. 

"Selena!"

Part 2

[freefallingup13]

Naive Princess pt 5

Part 4

I separated this drabble into chapter after chapter to be able to drag it out when I wrote it; I lost the chapter titles, but thankfully not the ability to switch POVs cleanly.

TW: lady whump, big stomach wound (stab wound with the knife in it gets knocked to become a bigger wound), LOTS of blood splash, gun violence, fists to the face

~~~

The change was sudden. One second, she was suspended in the air, losing more blood than she thought she ever could. In the next second, she was falling, four legs underneath her instead of the floor. Her blood covered their bodies in a sickening splash, and she let out a small cry.

Aidel noticed that she was down, and as he struggled with the other, he drove his knee into the handle of the dagger. It tore a larger wound in her stomach, and she couldn't help but shriek out in pain.

"You fucking bastard-!" Jeff punched Aidel across the face, and the male grunted as the other minor demons began to shoot at them. A few stray bullets hit Jeff, but he didn't care, straddling Aidel and slamming his fists into his face. Ribbons exploded from his wounds to wrap into messy bandages around his torso. Aidel was struggling to retaliate, stuck blocking his face against the assault.

Selena could barely tell what was going on, struggling to sit up. Faintly, she could hear Gildenhos ordering the minors to hold their fire. A pair of hands hooked under her shoulders, and she was pulled away with a soft whimper of fear.

With a snarl, Aidel thrust his fists forward into Jeff’s neck, trying to break his windpipe. The impact only made him falter backwards, clutching his throat, but it was enough. In another push, Aidel had summoned more smoke, using it to throw the demon off. He panted heavily, gripping his arms as he rolled to his side.

“You…” he growled as he stood. Tendrils of smoke exploded from his back, red blotches burning angrily against the purple. His arms shook from effort as he flexed them by his ribs, and his eyes were ablaze with fury. “You will not interrupt again!”

Jeff grit his teeth, his fangs erupting as he dropped his Glamour. Gone were the red eyes, the dress shirt and vest. Now, his skin was grey, and he had no shirt. In its place was a piece of brown leather armor that covered the left side of his chest, padded with white fur. His horns, smooth and bull-like, burned into place on either side of his skull and curved into tips that ended just below his eyes. The mad flare of his eye glow disappeared under a brown, mask-like cover rimmed with gold that covered his eyes completely. As black ropes erupted from his back to rival Aidel’s display of force, a deep, animalistic roar erupted from his throat. He was ready.

Part 6

[drabblesofrapture]

I just want to talk (Superhero AU)

The manager of the place - Cindy, Selena was sure of it, she would never forget the managers that made her life hell - hesitated for a moment. 

Selena cocked back the hammer of the gun, holding up towards the woman’s face. “C’mon, Cindy, it’s gotta look real, here!” she chided, her stance slack as she held a hand out. “Juuuust long enough to get on the news.”

A splash behind her drew her attention. A civilian was getting up from the table, trying to be stealthy, looked like. They’d knocked over their soda cup, spilling it all over the floor.

Moments passed, tense as they could be. Selena eventually shrugged, gesturing with her head towards the door. “Yeah. Everybody else, out. I don’t care.”

The patrons of the shop didn’t waste a second of time, scurrying out of the door like scared insects. Who would want to be in the same restaurant as the worst serial killer in Rapture?

Not that she wanted anybody to die today. She just wanted to talk.

When she looked back at the register, Cindy had already gotten it open, holding her hands up. Selena raised an eyebrow, earning an awkward cough in response. 

“U-Uhm… Did you… want me to put the money in a bag?” Cindy asked, probably desperately waiting to hear police sirens at any second.

Rolling her eyes, Selena uncocked the gun, holding it up towards the ceiling. “Yeah, sure, do whatever,” she said as she turned around to lean back onto the counter. “I’ll get the money back to ya within the week, Robby’ll understand. He’s a good boss, still, right?”

Not wanting to disagree, Cindy let out a nervous laugh before hurrying to grab a bag from the counter, stuffing cash and coins into it as fast as she could.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Police sirens finally filled the air a few minutes later. Selena could hear Cindy sighing in relief behind her. The both of them had been standing silently the whole time, Selena waving her gun around as her tail lazed just above the floor. She’d learned not to try for small talk with these stunts; people tended to be more afraid when she was talking. They didn’t want to upset her. 

Made sense. It also made her more determined for this to work, though.

Multiple officers jumped out of their squad cars, guns immediately trained on Selena. “Put the gun down or we will open fire!” shouted one of them through a megaphone. 

Selena couldn’t help but snort, shoving the gun into the waistband of her pants. “Come on, guys!” she called out. “I’ve done this like three times this week! Get the picture already!”

“Put the gun down on the ground!”

Groaning, Selena looked boredly at the officers. “Seriously? C’mon, get the drill - I hold up a place, you call the news. The NEWS, I want to be on the news. Can’t we just skip straight to that point yet?”

Some of the officers exchanged glances and quick words with each other. “... A negotiator will be here shortly to discuss the release of the hostage!” one of the officers finally said.

Deep breath. Deeeeep breaths, Selena had to remind herself, careful not to make any sudden movements. They might think she was changing and shoot at her, again, and she did not want to deal with that again.

She began to open her mouth again when a shadow descended behind the officers, and a loud thud broke the asphalt. The officers turned around in fright, pointing their guns, but they relaxed when the two figures stood up.

“Angel! Ghoul!” The cops nodded gratefully to the intrusion. “Please help, it’s… it’s her again.”

Selena let out a scoff, rolling her eyes. They wouldn’t even say her name? Pathetic.

“We understand. Please put your guns away - we’ll handle the situation,” Angel said, weaving between the officers into the sandwich shop. 

“Yeah, we got this!” Ghoul said, waving to the cops. Selena couldn’t tell anymore whether it was a genuine action or a practiced habit to show off his bare chest. Probably both. “Go save some cats from trees or something!”

“That’s the fire department that does that, Ghoul,” Selena called out, leaning her elbows onto the counter. “Police don’t have ladders for that shit.”

“But they can climb!” Ghoul did finger guns at her as they approached, a big smile on his face. Goofy as ever. She missed when they’d joke around, but only a pause in her tail’s movement would ever betray that. 

Well, to anybody but Angel, of course.

He crossed his arms as he stood in front of Selena, the pair almost towering over her. “You can’t keep doing this, Selena,” Angel said quietly, shaking his head. “This isn’t going to work - it’s not going to make him talk to you.”

Selena began to snarl out a reply, but she clenched her teeth to hold her tongue. Pointing to a door, she snapped at Cindy instead. “Restroom. Now. Stay there.”

Frantic footsteps pattered through the shop as Selena stared down the superheroes in front of her, waiting for the door to shut. Once it did, she bared her teeth at them. “It fucking will, Johnny!” she hissed. “Eventually, he’s gonna realize the only way to get me to stop is if he talks to me again!”

“Selena…” Angel sighed, his shoulders falling slack as his head fell forward in disappointment. “Look… I don’t think he will. Derek quit being a superhero for good. He’s not coming back.”

“He doesn’t have to be a superhero!” Selena cried out, almost too loud. The cops were trying to preoccupy themselves, trying not to obviously eavesdrop. They didn’t want to offend her. Too much risk. “He doesn’t have to be the Red Scarf again, he just has to come here as Derek! And he can-”

“And you never get far enough in the scheme to even say that,” Angel pointed out. No - Johnathan. Johnathan and Takeo stood in front of her, trying to be her friends again. 

If only that were enough to make her stop hurting so god damn much.

“Come on, Selena, why don’t we think of something else?” Ghoul - Takeo - spoke up, smile lines crinkling around the edges of his mask. “Like a plane stunt or something, you know? A giant statue that says ‘call me’?”

“Something that doesn’t involve holding people hostage and getting shot at by police,” John said bluntly, crossing his arms. “You know that Derek doesn’t like these kinds of situations.”

Letting out a huff, Selena crossed her own arms, looking away. “Didn’t bother him none when we went out patrolling,” she muttered. “All those years he lied to me.”

“He didn’t lie to you,” John insisted, holding his hands out. “You two did a lot of good. You really did.”

Selena clenched her teeth, her hands flying up to cover her ears. “I don’t fucking hear you,” she seethed, “shut UP.”

Takeo stepped up again, still smiling that stupid, dumb goofy smile. Fake smile. “You guys took out tons of criminals, man!” he agreed, reaching out to clap a hand onto her shoulder. “I mean, I know it was small, but it kept you guys safe from the big guys, like Adela-”

“I don’t NEED safe!” Selena exploded, slamming her fist into the counter. It felt like she breathed fire, warmth on her lips as she spat out her next words. “Didn’t I prove enough of that as Vice!? Didn’t I show everybody I don’t need the fucking coddling!?”

Takeo jumped back, holding his hands up. “Whoa, hey-”

“Selena.”

“WHAT!?” she screeched as she whipped back around to Johnathan, grimacing.

“... You’re bleeding,” he said softly, pointing loosely at her face. “Your teeth…”

“Your face,” Takeo said, pointing with both hands. “I think you need to chill.”

She growled, bringing a hand up to her cheek. “I don’t need t- ow…”

When she pulled her hand back, she saw the dark red on her palm. She brought her hand back to her mouth, and now she felt it; fangs. Huge, sharp fangs that didn’t fit into her mouth as it was, tearing into her lips as she pulled them back. Her hand instinctively went back to wipe sweat from her brow, but when she lowered her hand again, the liquid on it wasn’t sweat. It was black.

No, no, no no no…

Whirling around, Selena put a hand over her mouth, trying to concentrate. It didn’t help that she was getting a little nauseated, terrified of the idea of doing that again-

Takeo reached out to her, but Johnathan pulled his hand away, shaking his head. Selena had recovered from being Vice on her own, and John knew that she had to deal with these moments as they came. She had to keep Vice inside, and the fear and concentration he sensed from her told him it wasn’t an easy job. The last thing they would need is a sudden startle from an unexpected touch.

A few moments later, Selena turned back around, looking exhausted as she panted heavily. One hand was on her chest, blood was dripping down her chin, but the leaking black liquid on her forehead was gone.

Johnathan waited for her to catch her breath before stepping closer. “... What can we do to help you, Selena?” he asked quietly. “This… It…” He shook his head, at a complete loss of words.

“... I know,” she mumbled as she slumped back onto the counter. “... I know it won’t work, he won’t come this way.” After a pause, she seemed to deflate, her shoulders sagging as she dropped her gaze to the floor. “... He never comes, anyways.”

Takeo moved forward to catch Selena in a hug as she started to fall over, and he helped hold her up. His usual humor was gone as he frowned, wrapping his arms around her. As she started crying into his chest, John discreetly handed him some napkins so he could wipe off the tears.

“He never had to stop talking to me,” Selena whimpered through her sobs, holding onto Takeo’s arms. “He can stop being a superhero, but he didn’t have to stop talking to me. I thought… I thought he was my friend.”

Johnathan and Takeo exchanged a glance before looking back down, not knowing what to say. Derek had been her friend, but they didn’t know what happened either. They could only sit with her and wait, hoping Derek would break his silence one day.

[drabblesofrapture]

Airplane Phenomenon

Feat. Jeff (canon) and Selena (canon)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You are not making me get on that thing.”

“You were already on it!” “Yeah, and I QUIT!”

Jeff groaned, putting his face in his hands. He and Selena were standing in the middle of a gate at the airport, garnering a fair amount of concerned looks from the others who were boarding. “Selena, please.”

“No!” she shouted in response, pointing at the airplane outside. “It’s loud, it’s crowded, and it’s scary! I’m not going on it!”

“Yo-” he cut himself off, closing his eyes and holding his hands up. “You were doing very well. Up until we boarded the plane, you were so excited.”

Selena made a noise of distress as she remembered. Yes, up until they had boarded the plane, Selena had been ecstatic to go on this trip. The second she stepped onto the plane, however, she was incredibly nervous. The feeling only grew as they neared the center of the plane. She faintly remembered Jeff asking if she was alright. The next thing she knew, she was curled up in the chair she’d been sitting in while waiting for the plane, hyperventilating in a cold sweat. By the time Jeff was able to get around all the people boarding, she had more or less recovered, fending off worried travel agents.

“Look, it…” she trailed off, frowning as she rubbed her arm. “It just… it doesn’t feel safe, okay? Something isn’t alright. I don’t like it.”

Jeff’s silence came at no surprise. She sighed again as she looked back at him. “Look, I know it’s dumb, it’s all… Jeff??”

She looked around and saw him at the desk of the gates, arguing with the agent. The poor guy was definitely human. She hurried over. “This plane needs to be kept on the ground,” she heard.

“Look, sir, the threat you are concerned about is nonexistent,” the agent said, holding his hands up. As he saw Selena approach, he gestured towards her. “Is this the girl?”

“Yes,” Jeff said as he leaned back. He nodded to Selena, who furrowed her eyebrows. “Tell him.”

The agent looked unamused as Selena blinked, looking between the men as if they’d grown chicken heads. “Ma’am, are you a psychic?”

“H-” her gaze snapped over to him. “Wh-What?”

“Are you a verified psychic?”

“I… no?” she said, looking between them again. “What’s going on?”

With an exasperated sigh, the agent shook his head. “I’m sorry, sir, but if she’s not a verified psychic, I can’t register her intuition as a reason to ground the flight.”

“No, but by law it has to be investigated,” Jeff insisted, jamming his pointer finger into the desk. “Get everybody off of that plane right now, or I will be making a direct call to your supervisors about how you ignored an intuition from a direct daughter of Satan himself.”

The agent paused, glancing towards Selena and her spaded tail. “She… doesn’t look like-”

“Do you want to test that right now?” Jeff asked, pullingo ut his phone. “Get everybody off of that plane, and get them off now, so that I may initiate my investigation.”

The agent paused, shifting side to side. After a few moments, he relented, picking up the P.A. “All passengers of flight E286, please return to the gate. Again, all passengers of flight E286, please return to the gate.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After a few minutes (and a lot of disgruntled passengers) Jeff and Selena were able to sit themselves next to the entrance of the bridge. Jeff feigned concern as the agents explained what had happened over the intercom, but Selena actually was concerned. “Why are we doing his?”

“You’ll see,” Jeff said as he crossed his arms. “You just let me know when it happens again.”

“I want to leave,” she mumbled as she noticed the other passengers glaring at the two of them. Those ones had been the passengers that saw her panic beforehand.

“I know, love. Just trust me,” he reassured her.

With a nod, she leaned back in her chair, trying to keep her tail from fluffing up.

Within a half hour, the airport staff had determined there to be no threat on the plane. The mechanisms were all working correctly, there was nothing unusual about the cargo. Sharp looks were given to Jeff and Selena as the staff announced that they would be boarding again shortly.

Selena squirmed in her seat. They had moved from their original spots to a seat right next to the gate. “Jeff…”

“I know, love,” he murmured as he leaned his head forward. “You just let me know if everything is alright.”

“But I don’t want to get on the plane.”

“Shh… everything will be fine, love. Just wait.”

But everything was not fine. It was exactly not that. As each passenger passed by them, Selena felt her stomach sink further. Soon she had broken into a cold sweat, watching a group of people walk into the entrance.

“Jeff…”

“It’ll be alright, love,” he murmured as he opened an eye. When he got a good look at her, he gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry.”

She couldn’t help it. The feeling was getting worse. Her hands were shaking as she reached out to clutch his shirt. She didn’t want to get on that flight, they had to get out, all those people, they shouldn’t get on, they couldn’t get on, they can’t --

She was back in her seat again, clutching her head and curled up into a ball. She thought she heard a shout, but she wasn’t sure.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms around her, holding her and rocking her back and forth. “There we go, love… It’s fine, you did good… you did good…”

It took a few minutes for her to finally calm down. When she leaned into Jeff, he patted her shoulder. “There we go. It went away, didn’t it?”

Selena furrowed her eyebrows, looking back towards the plane. She expected another panic attack, or at least fear, but there was nothing. “... I…”

“It’s gone,” Jeff confirmed with a grin. “See? I told you, everything will be fine.”

She didn’t get it, furrowing her eyebrows as she stared a the plane. “What happened?”

He just shrugged. “The threat was handled. WIthout a threat, the flight is safe.”

Earlier, when Selena had disappeared into her shadow, Jeff had immediately jumped into action. Black ribbons shot out of his hands and latched onto the person who was walking through the gate. The stranger shouted in surprise, then cried out and struggled as Jeff held their carry-on away from them. “No- Let go of me! What do you think you’re doing!?”

“What’s in your case?” Jeff asked as he brought it over to him. Calling out to the agent at the desk, he asked, “Young man, do you have a scry-vision stone?”

The agent looked flustered as he adjusted his tie. “Ah - yes, but sir -”

“Bring it here,” Jeff insisted, studying the case carefully as the agent rummaged through a drawer at the desk. He made sure not to jostle the case as he turned it over with his ribbons.

“Get this stuff off of me!” the man shouted, tugging at the ribbons to try and rip them off. “What is this stuff!?”

“My blood,” Jeff said simply. The agent handed him the stone, which he unceremoniously placed on top of the suitcase. As the enchantment did its work, the shell of the suitcase seemed to peel back, showing the contents inside. The agents gasped as they saw the contents of the case. Rather than anything like toiletries, inside the case was an intricate mess of what looked to be needle-like shards of shimmering, white-hot glass.

“What is that!?” the agent cried out, cringing away with a hand on his chest. “Is that stone broken!?”

“Not at all. It’s doing its job,” Jeff explained. He carefully laid his finger over one of the shards. “This is a spell. A thin sheet of metal is placed in a dark container. Over time, in the darkness, the metal is enchanted to attract itself. It shrinks into shards, and grows hot, until-” He splayed his fingers out with a small flick. “It explodes.

“It’s a very complicated spell, and it certainly can’t be performed on accident.” He shot a glare towards the struggling man, who was now ferocious and shouting as he tried to get away. “This man has some explaining to do.”

Selena blinked as Jeff explained what happened. “... So I stopped a terrorist from planting a magical bomb on a plane?”

Jeff thought to himself for a moment, then shrugged. “If you had to strip it down to the basics… pretty much, yes.”

“But I didn’t even see the guy!” she pointed out. “And I’m not a psychic, how would I know?”

He shook his head. “It’s a phenomenon amongst supernaturals. When boarding a plane, they sometimes become scared, frightfully so. It’ll get to the point where they won’t even get onto the plane.” Leaning back and putting his hands behind his head, he said, “It’s called the Greydant effect, after the first supernatural that this happened to.”

She leaned back in her chair, bewildered. “I’ve never heard of that. That’s weird.”

“It is,” Jeff agreed as he stood up. “It’s very rare. We’re lucky you experienced it.” 

“... hm.” Selena glanced at the plane again, processing the information.

“Althought,” Jef put a hand in his pocket, stroking his chin with his free hand. “The Greydant effect is most well-known for occuring in toddlers.”

Selena gawked a bit before scowling and hitting his arm as he laughed. “I’m not a baby!”

“Alright, alright, that’s a tad bit of a lie,” Jeff admitted. “Toddlers are among the main demographic, though. The Greydant effect happens most often to people who are unsure or unaware of their full powers.”

She paused, squinting. “Is that… me?”

“Most likely, yes,” Jeff said as he leaned over to pick up their bags. He slung his laptop bag over his shoulder, then held her backpack out to her. “I’ve rebooked us onto another flight just to be safe. You ready?”

He had caught her mid-thought as she took the bag, and she squinted a bit. “Yeah… cool.”

“Good,” he said as he walked off, waving for her to follow. “Come on. Let’s get a bite to eat, first.”

“Awh - can’t we eat on the plane?” Selena asked as she scrambled after him.

“More flexibility of price in the airport. Not to mention more choice. Can’t get your McDonald’s milkshake on a plane, can you?”

“... Fair.”