Rainbringer #2: Say That Again
Kyler starts regretting his decision about making a deal with a goddess. Claire finds out she likes it when Kyler begs.
CW: begging, aftermath of choking, noncon touching (nonsexual), begging, fear of choking, fear of death, brief mention of a knife at the end
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His head hurt. There was a deep throbbing ache on the front of his skull. It took a moment to realize that someone was touching him. Stroking his hair, playing with it. He groaned and tried to lift his head. Then he opened his eyes. Ah, he was still in the temple. Claire was stroking his hair. Oh, she was stroking his hair and his head was in her damn lap. No, no, he didn’t like that. But he felt so heavy. His eyes felt so heavy, he wondered for a moment if she was playing a trick. The gentle, soft touch. He didn’t expect this from her.
“I passed out,” he mumbled, looking up at her. His brain was foggy, like everything was in slow motion. Even his tongue felt heavy.
“Yes you did,” she agreed, smiling gently, “I went too far. I always forget..”
Kyler didn’t say anything, he just started to push himself to sit up. Claire didn’t stop him. His hair had fallen out of its neat low ponytail and he groaned slightly when he righted himself. He brought a hand to his neck, suddenly remembering the feeling of her hands around it. Squeezing, letting go, squeezing. Suddenly he felt like he couldn’t breathe again.
“I healed the bruising,” she stated plainly.
Kyler sighed slightly but it came out more like a wheeze. It was the panic, not the damage. He knew he could breathe normally again but it was the memory of it that was making him feel unwell. Holding his head he groaned again.
“Wow, thanks for that. Really helped me out there,” Kyler said sarcastically, grabbing onto a bench in the temple, and pushing himself into an awkward standing position. He stood half bent over the bench, eyes shut tightly. This headache wasn’t going away was it? No no, this was a different headache.
“I thought we learned a lesson ten minutes ago about disrespect,” Claire said, her voice right next to his ear, breath hot. She was always so close. Did she need to be that close? “I figured I would get rid of the bruises as a favor. For when you go home tonight. Anyone waiting for you?”
Kyler winced as he stood up, turning to face her. Lying would be met with punishment so he answered as vaguely as he could. “Yes.”
“Who?”
“Knowing my personal life was not part of this agreement,” Kyler said warily, gauging her reaction.
“True, but knowing makes you more interesting for me to play with.”
“Great, I definitely want that for me.” Her eyes turned cruel again, and he raised his hands in surrender. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
There was a pause in the room. Like even the air itself stopped moving.
“Say that again,” Claire said, a bit giddily. A child. Why did she act like a child when she was the most cruel?
“What?” he asked, licking his lips slightly.
“You heard me Kyler,” again her eyes were lit up in childlike wonder at the way she was forcing him to apologize again.
“I don’t-”
She shoved him on the bench and he grabbed the front of it to stop himself from falling. He really should have just apologized in the first place. His sarcasm was getting him into trouble here. As per usual, but this was different. This was a goddess. As long as she didn’t put her hands around his throat again. Anything but that.
“Don’t be stubborn, just apologize. Or I can keep you here for longer. I can make you pass out again. Worry whoever is waiting for you at home.”
Kyler bit his lip and balled his fists. Step one to getting through this deal alive and not worrying Irvington: get over his pride.
“No.. I’m sorry..” he finally said, swallowing hard. Picturing her hands around his throat again. “I’m sorry.. Please.. Please just let me go home.”
Claire sighed contently, gently running her hand through his hair, moving it behind his ear. Always touching, always. What was with the touching? It took everything in him not to slap her hands away.
“I love how sweet you sound when you’re begging. I’m going to ask for that more often,” she mused, running her fingers over his ear, tugging playfully on his earlobe. He stood up and she took a few steps back.
“Can I leave now?”
“Yes Kyler,” Claire said with a pout, “But we are going to have so much fun tomorrow.”
So much fun, he thought to himself, as he started to walk past her.
“Bring a knife tomorrow, I want to try something.”
His heart stopped.
Started again.
He left the temple without another word.
Kyler was starting to regret his deal with the goddess. Was the pain worth the rain? The answer was still yet to be answered.
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I have seen people being very critical about stories that mix comedy with tragedy, demanding that these two be separated like in Ancient Greek theatre, because otherwise you are giving the audience a "mood whiplash" which is apparently a bad thing.
I don't want to make my audience uncomfortable, and I hope I use enough warnings to make sure that everyone is a conscious reader and has a good time. But I can't promise to always catch it and tag it. Feel free to ask to tag anything, anytime. I am sorry but I don't always understand what reactions can my writing bring.
Because to me, horror and comedy are basically one and the same thing, and grotesque is their intersection. Grotesque can be a mix of horror and comedy, or its own thing, it depends. But the proportions of horror to comedy that make the thing grotesque, or "mood whiplash inducing", vary from person to person.
I find it difficult to foresee how much an average audience member can "take" before the mixture becomes uncomfortable and their feels confusing.
Horror is about taking a close look at the things that make you afraid, and comedy is about mocking the things that make you afraid. (All comedy is derived from fear).
Horror is inspection of the fear, and comedy is taking control and establishing yourself as above the fear. To me, these two should go together, so that you can learn all the details of the fear without becoming too scared to continue. Sprinkle some jokes to lessen the paralysis of your limbs so you can keep going.
I find it difficult to separate them because they look the same to me. When writing about fears I will turn from horrors to humor and back again as I need, and I'm always surprised to learn that it comes as unexpected to the readers.
Anyway this post is brought to you by my newest fanfic idea which was supposed to be angsty but so far develops more into silly comedy direction. Or rather, it's mostly comedy until you really think about the POV character's feels. Maybe this story can be read in many ways, whatever the reader needs to see. I enjoy it immensely.
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Prowl framed it as a cultural exchange to the humans and a therapeutic benifit to the autobots. Like something between good will ambassador and therapeutic companion. Therapy humans for mental health. Humans are remarkably like cybertronians psychologicaly and we get each other on an intuitive level that most aliens simply aren't capable of with eachother.
It's odd but initially overlooked by the cons who are snorting over the idea of therapy squishies. More soft sparked autobot nonsense.
And Delphi's a case where Prowl's biases and unshakable faith in his calculations get him into trouble. Ambulon probably rightly protested Messanine was the heart of DJD territory not the edge of it. Prowl didn't believe because Ambulon he hadn't fully rulled out Ambulon as a potential spy. Since the DJD primarily focus on Deceptacons Prowl doesn't have the full picture and he dose not consider that he might be making calculations based on bad data. Delphi was destroyed twice. Once is chance twice is coincidence, three times in conspiracy. Pharma's bargain with Tarn and his fall statically is a blip.
Prowl is half righg, considering how well humans and cybertronians get along and how similar we are in a universe filled with such variety (this is why I love Earth and Cybertron working together). It does not help that many other alien races probably have justifiable reasons to be wary of cybertronians considering the millions of years war they were having. I can actually see the reverse of this happening on earth too with emotional support cybertronians.
Why do I get the feeling that there are still cons who end up teaming up with humans despite it being "soft sparked autobot nonsense"?
Honestly now I'm thinking again about how interesting it has to be to have human in a cybertronian medical facility... As well as being dangerous as fuck for reasons as shown (being in the damn middle of the murder squad's stomping grounds)
Yep yep nobody listens to Ambulon yet again
I've thought a lot about the idea that while autobot high command is aware of the DJD (and that some other autobots are), they logically still don't have the full picture that only decepticon high command has, and they don't deal with their bullshit as often as... Say... Someone who knows they're in the list or in the DJD's usual territory (which, since they live on the ship, I bet is a wide swath containing several inhabited planets. Which don't always stay inhabited for long.)
And yep yep, Prowl's data very well could be based on incorrect and/or incomplete data
We've also gotta account for the differences in this timeline because I'm gently assuming that it's not as clearcut of an "autobot victory" as it is in canon (or possibly even the war still being ongoing), as far as Prowl is concerned he wants to hide the Allspark infused human in the tightest crevice possible and deal with what's going on up front.
This will not go well for Prowl and his calculations
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