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Narah and Agni

Narah's favorite part of the job was roaming the rooftops at night with the speed of a cheetah, the eyes of an owl, or the strength of a gorilla. She loved the rush of adrenaline as she vaulted from building to building, on the lookout for danger.

Tonight, though, she knew where she was going. There was a fire down by the docks. She'd heard a certain villain had been poking around there the night before and the fire only confirmed her suspicions.

Agni had returned.

It'd been two months since she'd even heard a whisper about him. He hadn't been visiting his usual spots in the slums. It was strange that he was down by the docks at all.

But sure enough, as she approached the docks she began to see the glow of the flames. They'd almost completely consumed the buildings along the edge of the docks, the cargo on the docks themselves, and one of the ships docked nearby. There was a space that was empty, however, and several figures were huddled there.

Focusing, Narah channeled the owl, letting the animal run free in her mind for a moment. It took over and suddenly she was the owl, flying through the air toward the figures in the fire. She could see everything in great detail with the owl's eyes, the dark city suddenly spreading before her, doused in bright moonlight unlike how her human eyes had seen it. She dropped down next to the figures, the shift fading and leaving behind only herself.

As she'd suspected, it was Agni. He stood there in all his fierce glory, black and gold uniform shining in the firelight. There were three dock workers there as well, huddled together with fear in their eyes. One of them had a bloody nose.

Agni had seen her land and whirled on her now, eyes blazing red behind his mask.

"You should have told me you were back, Agni," Narah bantered. "I would have thrown you a party."

"Shame I missed it," Agni retorted. "Guess I'll just have to throw one myself." At that, his hands caught fire, flames dancing along his arms. He threw it at her, balls of fire hurling through the air in her direction.

She felt the power surge through her as she channeled the cheetah, bounding out of the way just in time. She dodged the first one, leaping and rolling so that the second went flying over her head. She changed directions suddenly, feeling her power swell as she aimed a right hook directly at his face.

She felt heat singe the side of her face and the two of them were pushed away from each other. She'd hit him though, and there was blood on his teeth to prove it. He smiled, "Good one, Nar. But not good enough."

The volley of flame that came after was nearly impossible to avoid. The cheetah's speed was perfect for short bursts, but didn't have the stamina to keep up. So she let that go and instead channeled the wolf.

A growl left her throat as she lunged for him again, this time aiming a kick to his side. It connected and he was put off-balance. He cried out softly in pain, returning the blow quickly with a closed fist. She felt the heat mingled with a searing pain as he delivered an uppercut to her abdomen. But it wasn't enough to deter her from her goal.

The time for banter was over. They both got serious then, dancing around like the flames that surrounded them. She was landing more hits than he was, but she was also getting tired. He was looking rougher, favoring the places she'd hit over and over, but his fire was as hot as always.

She slid back, panting. There was a sheen of sweat on her brow. Agni was also breathing heavily, red eyes fading to a cool amber. Something caught his eye behind her and he took a step back. "Perhaps we should call it a night, Narah. It seems to be getting late, after all."

There was the crack of lightning and suddenly another one of the city's heroes, Silverspark, was standing next to her. "Need some backup?"

Agni gave her a cheeky salute, grinning, "Until next time."

He leapt up into the sky, flying away in a blaze of flame.

Narah swore and whirled on Silverspark, "What are you doing here? This was my fight."

Silver took a step back, holding up his hands, "Whoa, sorry. I didn't mean to interfere. But the fire kept spreading, so I thought you might need some assistance."

Silverspark was a handsome young man. Narah thought perhaps he was a bit younger than her, although she couldn't really tell with the silver mask across his face. He had pitch black hair and tan skin, slightly darker than her own. His uniform was mostly silver, with stripes of white and electric blue like lightning.

Narah sighed, "It's fine. Let's focus on putting out the fire. And we need to get these civilians to safety."

She could hear sirens in the distance now. She was grateful that they'd hopefully have firetrucks on the scene within moments.

She turned to the three dock workers, "Come on, let's get you out of here."

Silverspark became lightning for a moment, disappearing and reappearing on top of a tall light pole that stood near the fire. "There's a path to your right that looks to be safe-ish."

"Thanks, Silver," she made her way to the right, making sure to keep the workers close. They coughed in the smoke, covering their mouths and noses as best they could until they were clear. It burned in her throat and lungs, making it difficult to breathe at all. Two firetrucks and an ambulance arrived then, rushing out to put the fire out. Narah left the three dock workers with the ambulance and waved Silverspark back down.

He appeared next to her with a crack of thunder, smiling faintly, "Well gee, you really didn't need my help. Sorry to steal your thunder."

"It's fine," she waved it off. "Thanks for stopping by anyway. I think the firefighters have it from here."

"You're probably right." Silverspark got serious then, looking out into the flames. "Hey, Narah? Have you heard of someone named Bloodstain?"

Narah felt cold suddenly, despite the heat of the fire, "Yes, of course. He's been leaving a trail of bodies from city to city for months. He's even killed heroes."

"Villains, too," Silver's eyes seemed to gleam in the firelight. "Did you hear about the last murder?"

"The villain from the Springs? Yeah, I heard about it."

Silverspark shook his head, "No, they recovered another body this morning, a civilian."

Narah's eyes widened. "Another one? Was it in the Springs again?"

"No, it was in Southside Park," he revealed.

Narah took a step back, covering her mouth with a hand. No, it couldn't be. "But… that means…"

"Bloodstain is here in the city."

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You've been visited by the random OC question fairy! :D ~☆

Is your character easily influenced by others? Has there been a time when they've been led astray by someone they trust?

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My latest characters are Pluto and Raven. Pluto is a bit naive at times, so I suppose he falls into that category. He's the hero of the story and falls in love with Raven but later discovers that she is allied with his mortal enemy, Kai.

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Heirloom Whumpee - Part 9

I now have this work at AO3. It is mostly the same, although the AO3 content will be somewhat more descriptive of some of the events that happen to Damien and Tobias. I am also going to post new chapters on AO3 first. If you want to read on AO3, here is the link.

TW: This is whump. Mention of torture, asphyxiation, drugs, non-con touching.

<< Part 8 --- Part 10 >>

Damien felt terrible for what he'd done to Tobias. The guilt began to writhe in his gut, growing stronger as the hours passed. When he and Julian finally went back to let the winged slave down from the wall, it was late at night.

The door slid open, revealing Tobias' limp body. Damien's heart nearly leapt out of his chest when he saw the discoloration in his skin. He couldn't have died… right?

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Heirloom Whumpee - Part 7

TW: This is whump. There is torture, blood, and captivity.

Julian was startlingly good at training the slaves. The first month of his training flew by and Damien found himself disgusted by the person he began to see in his brother.

He liked to watch the slaves suffer.

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Heirloom Whumpee - Part 6

TW: This is whump. There is blood, torture, etc.

Keeping Alexander from hurting Tobias while his wing healed turned out to be a pretty significant challenge. Damien kept him busy with an influx of new slaves into the palace. It took some months to train them, and Damien found that he himself was extremely busy during this time as well. He didn't go see Tobias for a full two months.

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Heirloom Whumpee - Part 4

TW: This is whump. There is torture and captivity. Mention of the use of drugs.

After that, Damien visited the winged man often. He was always chained up in a different way, with fresh wounds across his body. That stupid muzzle was always there, keeping Damien from having a conversation with him. That didn't stop Damien from talking to him, though.

Over the next several years, Damien visited the man at least once a week. He told him about everything from his family to his training to his role as the crown prince. He shared with the man his anger towards his father and his broken relationship with his mother. He wished desperately that the man could speak back to him, but that never happened.

Until his 18th birthday.

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Heirloom Whumpee - Part 3

TW: This is whump. There is torture, blood, etc. Very loosely implied non-con.

The girl, who Damien later found to be named Destiny, learned quickly. Damien trained her as fast as possible and she became his first slave. After his father stopped watching him train her, things changed between them. She was still terrified of him, but once he explained that he had never wanted to hurt her, she eventually began to relax a little. Damien hoped they could become friends, although he doubted she would ever see him that way after everything he'd done to her.

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Anonymous asked:

Immortal whumpee who has been passed down through royalty with all of them being either caretakers or whumpers

Heirlooms- I love them

  • Multiple owners have tried to disown them or abandon them in order to free them, but their entire family keeps fooling their plans by returning the whumpee.
  • The whumpee has lost hope, they act cold towards any “nice” owners because they know it won’t be long until they’re passed down to a cruel person.
  • The whumpers at one point complain that the whumpee is too obedient and quiet, they want their victims to cry and beg but the whumpee doesn’t do this.
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"You're old enough now to learn how to manage your own slave," The king told Damien the day after his thirteenth birthday.

Damien was hardly more than a boy, tall and skinny, with dark hair and dark eyes. It hadn't been very long since he'd noticed hair growing in new places. He wasn't even shaving yet. Not really.

King Alexander led Damien down the spiral stairs to the lowest levels of the palace, a place Damien had never been allowed to venture before. Damien stuck close to his father, his skin crawling as they descended further into darkness. The lamp in Alexander's hand was the only source of light, hanging in the air around him.

"Training slaves is a difficult skill to master, but I am sure you will be good at it," Alexander told his son. "Just as I am and just as your grandfather was."

"Do I really have to learn this?" Damien questioned as they reached the bottom of the stairs.

The king shot him a sharp look, "Of course, son. All the palace slaves must be taught correctly. The training houses are far too soft on them."

Damien wrapped his arms around himself when he suddenly heard a keening noise from somewhere within the dark chamber ahead. There were other sounds too: rustling, sobbing, groaning. Pain and suffering. He didn't want any part of this.

"Don't worry, son," his father smiled in the lamp-light. "You'll do well at it, just as I did."

He pushed a lever on the wall and suddenly the whole room was alight. The cavernous room spread out for what felt like forever, lined with cells and metal cages, rows upon rows of them. Some of them were empty, but many of them contained a person, a slave. Damien took a step back, his eyes widening by the onslaught of blood and bone that lay before him. Each person was gaunt and barely moved, covered in splashes of brown and crimson. Their clothes were practically nonexistent, hanging off of their frames in threadbare rags. Some of them were chained up in weird positions, while others laid on the floor, so still that Damien wasn't sure they were alive at all.

Alexander smiled at him, "Welcome, son. Let's get started."

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Soulmate AU where you can't be physically harmed by your soulmate.

You are the general of a powerful army, at war with another country and in the middle of a great battle that might determine the fate of the war. You and the general of the opposing army are fighting, but can't seem to hurt one another. When you thrust your sword through their chest, but instead it bounces off harmlessly, you both freeze and stare at one another in disbelief.

On to Victory

Original prompt above.

Rating: This chapter is PG-13 for language and violence, but further chapters may be higher rated. Please be advised.

Part/One Shot: Part 1 of ?

They had already been at war for several years. It was far enough in for them to have gotten past the pride-in-your-country phase and onto the oh-shit-I'm-gonna-die phase. Even so, Terrin's men were strong. He had full faith in them, even when faced with the largest army yet.

There was still a long way to go in this war. Neither side had shown any signs of fading or giving up. Despite this, however, Terrin could see the obvious signs of stress on the people of his country. There was far less food to go around than there should have been, and medical attention was always much less forth-coming than they'd been promised. Just last week, he had lost ten men because their wounds - wounds that they should have recovered from, with proper care - had become infected. Even so, they kept marching towards Everfall, knowing that death likely awaited them.

Everfall was a beautiful country, Terrin had been told. And before the war, they had beautiful people. But now the only people he saw from Everfall were enemies, so he no longer considered their beauty. Instead, he considered their weaknesses and did his best to exploit them.

Terrin had heard of the great General Katrine Armane. Supposedly, she was the best Everfall had to offer. He would see, soon. Because in the morning, his men would reach the Harbrine Plains. And there, General Armane awaited with her army.

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