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WE DON'T NEED NO NONE MORE O' YER PROMPTS ROUND D'S PAHTS. WE'S ALL UP AND DONE CLOSED THIS ONE.
BUT WE'D LOVE TO TAKE THEM HARD OVER HERE.
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==> Kink Meme IX
BUT WE'D LOVE TO TAKE THEM HARD OVER HERE.
GOGOGOGOGOGOOOOOOOOOOO.
==> Kink Meme IX
Think about seeing your lusus again, making the mind honey, think about talking to Karkat again…
He could imagine the look on Karkat’s face already, the way he would glare like he was trying really hard to appear pissed off, but it would be obvious what he really wanted to say.
”Where have you been, you stupid fuckass? I was worried.”
The Condesce’s hand reached down to his face, through the haze of blissful distraction, and her touch tugged him back into the merciless plane of physicality. The pain in his broken fingers, searing and constant, rushed back into him. He couldn’t tell how many she had broken. He couldn’t move any of them. Her living lock of hair was still wriggling around in his clamped mouth, but somewhere along the way he had stopped screaming, whether through tiredness or just having given up. He didn’t fight it.
“Don’t cry, little one,” she whispered, her voice directly next to his ear, soft like the breeze off the ocean. “Shhh…I’m here.” She kissed the top of his head. “It’s all going to be all right. I’m here.”
Sollux closed his eyes. He was tired…so tired.
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All my yesss. This is amazing. And you are a fucking amazing writer.
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Sollux tried to listen to what he was telling himself, tried to understand the last rational part of his brain, but it was hard, so hard, to get his body to respond. He wanted to lie there forever, to just fall asleep and leave his consciousness while the Empress did whatever the fuck she wanted to him. She was going to anyway, wasn’t she?
“Sollux.”
Oh my god that sounded exactly like Feferi for a second I’m going insane I’m losing my fucking mind….
“Sollux, I want you to get up now.”
Small steps. One thing at a time. She had released the tentacle from his mouth by now and he took in a deep, savoring breath. Then he let it out, felt the bonds on his hand relax, and carefully, slowly, brought his hands forward to rest on either side of him. He pushed against the cold, wet floor, and raised himself to his knees.
The shadow stretching out on the floor in front of him told him the Condesce was already standing, standing behind him and watching his every move.
“I’m not going to say I’m sorry that I had to do that,” she said, her voice like the cooled, smothered embers of a raging fire. “I did it so you would learn.”
Sollux mustered up the strength to look at his broken fingers, then felt his stomach flip over almost three times. The joints were swollen and glowing bright yellow, he couldn’t even move them anymore and though the pain had dulled by now there was still the steady buzzing of discomfort. What he had didn’t even look like a hand anymore, just a ballooned, grotesque imitation.
“Now let’s not have any more of this.” Footsteps. She walked towards the edge of the ship’s center pool, glancing up at the hanging corpse of the Helmsman. She studied him a minute, then called sharply, “Sollux, come.”
Using his left, undamaged hand for support, Sollux got back to his feet. He steadied himself, then walked over to where the Empress stood. It simply wasn’t in him anymore to conceive of any thoughts that didn’t comply with her wishes.
“Now as I said before. Climb up there and tear him down. You may come down when you are finished.”
“…Yes, Empress.”
A genuine smile appeared on her face and she ruffled his hair. “Off you go, then.”
Sollux waded into the pool. It wasn’t far from here to the cable trunk, but there would still be a point where his feet would not touch bottom. Staying afloat would be difficult enough, much less with only one functioning hand. He set his swollen right hand into the cold seawater, finding it pleasantly soothing to his burning joints. He walked until the water was up to his neck, and then there was only a little farther to go until he’d have something to grab onto….
He held his breath, then let himself go under. It wasn’t far, only about six feet or so, but he was able to clumsily paddle himself over until he could grab onto the wires. Some of the cables didn’t even feel like machinery: there was still something decidedly live within the miasma, and some of the living wires stretched out and prodded his hand, perturbed yet tolerant. They were like slender, sentient tongues.
The trunk did not extend at an exact ninety degree angle. It sloped, allowing Sollux to shimmy upwards using his elbows and knees. The point at which the Helmsman was fused was the smallest part of the cable mass, and then the rest continued towards the ceiling, giving the entire thing the appearance of a gruesome hourglass.
It wasn’t far to his destination. Even lacking a working hand, he was able to close the gap quickly.
He had been trying not to look, but as soon as the Psiioniic’s torso was in his line of sight, bile fascination led him to look closer.
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What in the fuck did she do to you? Why didn’t anybody ever come to help? How many of those dead fuckers on the floor watched this shit happen and did nothing?
Sollux grabbed a handful of wires and began to pull, yanking them out as sparks flew and yellow blood began to pour from the living tendrils. Even if the Condesce had not commanded him to do so, he still would have. He grabbed another, pulled and pulled and tore those fuckers away, digging the Helmsman out of his latticed hell, anything to see something about it all change, anything to undo even the smallest effect the Empress may have had.
It’s okay, he thought to himself grimly, grinning despite himself as he threw down another handful of wet, slimy cords. The masses splashed distantly, one by one, sinking into the freezing pool, obscuring it with a cloud of yellow lifeblood. It’s okay, Ancestor. We’ll be all right, we both will.
The Psiioniic didn’t answer. His mouth hung open, his eyes seeing nothing anymore, the crackle of energy long having abandoned his husk.
Sollux kept grabbing bundles of wires and veins, pulling them until they snapped, discarding them when they were free, ignoring the yellow blood that poured out and all the way down to his elbow. Pull, snap, pull, snap, pull, snap….
Just when it was beginning to feel like he’d made no progress at all, there was a huge shift in the Psiioniic’s weight placement. His body began to loll forward, ready to tip over at the next well-placed tear. Sollux grabbed a particularly promising bunch of wires and pulled them out in one clean swipe, and then the Psiioniic’s arms were free.
But arms were all he had. Sollux stared a moment, unsure of what he was seeing, and then cold horror pushed nausea into his stomach. The Psiioniic’s corpse had no hands. At the end his arms was nothing but what looked like chewed-upon nubs. Sollux glanced up into the gaping hole he had just freed the Helmsman from, as if stupidly trying to locate his hands there, but there was nothing. The wires had eaten them away.
The ship had eaten the Psiioniic.
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“I don’t recall giving you permission for a break,” came the Condesce’s voice, almost singsong, from down below.
Sollux took a breath, wiped the sweat from his bloodied forehead, then shut his eyes as tight as he could and reached out for more wire to tear away. He tried to black out his consciousness again, tried to imagine something and somewhere else, but this…this was too fucking real. He dug out the wires sticking themselves into the Psiioniic’s waist, ignored the splattering blood that was all over his shirt and his pants now, sinking through his clothes and into his skin, making his palms slick and now it was getting so hard to keep a hold on the wires, but he was almost there, almost done and then he wouldn’t have to look anymore….
All the wires surrounding the Psiioniic were now detached. Sollux leaned all his weight on the mutilated cadaver that had once been his Ancestor, and the remains toppled unceremoniously, thickly, into the water below.
Just as the upper wires had eaten away the Helmsman’s hands, so too had the lower ones feasted on his legs. What remained of the Psiioniic was nothing but a bloodied heap of a troll, lacking anything below the waist or above the elbows. The spot where he had once been attached was now a sore, pulsing hole in a wall of living flesh and wire, covered in messy splotches of all-too-familiar yellow.
Sollux meekly peeked down at the seawater pool. Large ripples showed him where the body had fallen, but he could no longer see it. The water was too clouded with cables and blood.
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Sollux obeyed her, trying not to think of how he’d have to wade through the now desecrated pool. He simply closed his eyes as he descended-a bit harder than going up now that his entire body was so slick-and gritted his teeth against the feel of the bloody pool. It wasn’t pleasant, was barely bearable, but he did it. He did it, and now he was back on the ground, and the Empress was smiling.
“Excellent job, little one,” she said, leaning in to kiss him. He accepted it without a fight.
“Now that you’ve completed your task, I will allow you to rest for a bit.” She smiled without showing her teeth. “You see? Do things right, and you will be rewarded.”
“Yes, Empress.”
“Come, let us sit.” The Condesce made her way towards an oversized chair near the back wall of the ship. It looked to be in imitation of her throne, so that she might have one with her wherever she traveled. She sat down in the plush, high-backed seat with a weary sigh, as if she had been the one ripping through centuries-old decay for hours and hours. She leaned back and crossed one leg over the other.
“Come here, Sollux,” she said with just the slightest hint of impatience. He hurried over to stand next to her, and as soon as he arrived she seized him around the waist and lifted him up, effortlessly, and placed him in her lap.
“I think it’s important to let your servants rest,” she said, running her fingers through his hair. “Otherwise they won’t get much work done at all, now, will they?”
Sollux’s feet were hanging over one arm of the chair, and the Condesce’s lap was so big he was more lying there than sitting. For a while, they sat there not saying or doing anything. The Condesce would idly scratch the top of his head with her sharp nails, staring pensively at the clouded pool, sighing heavily every so often but showing no other signs of displeasure.
“Helmsman…” the Condesce said wistfully. Several moments of silence passed before Sollux realized that she was talking to him.
“Yeth-yes, Empress?”
“I was so lonely. After it happened…after the Glub.” She put her arms around Sollux and hugged him close to her chest. Warily, he returned the embrace. She’d want that, she’d like that. “I was all alone.”
Sollux didn’t know what to say. Did she even want him to respond?
“Why did you leave me here by myself?” she asked, her voice barely audible.
“I-” His voice caught in his throat. Fuck she’s lost her fucking mind what the hell do I say what do I say to her-
She hugged him tighter, breathed in his scent, and licked a bit of the blood off his neck. “Sollux…” she exhaled, “you’re so young. So young, so little. I couldn’t…I couldn’t bear to lose you too. You’ll stay here with me, won’t you?”
She released him, sat up straight again, and entwined his small fingers in hers. She smiled at him, leaning forward until their foreheads were touching, until he saw nothing but her cold, cold fuchsia eyes.
“Give me a kiss, Sollux,” she said. “Like I’m your matesprit. You’ve had one, I know you have. Kiss me like I’m…her.”
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The Condesce didn’t stick her tongue down his throat again, as he’d been expecting. In fact, she didn’t do anything at all. She wanted him to do it. Wanted him to show her what he could do, what little he was capable of.
He had only kissed Feferi once. It was because she was ashamed of how cold her lips felt to him, how gross she was sure it felt. It had been one of the few things they ever fought about.
A kiss from Aradia had been…amazing. Despite the amount of time she’d spent playing and digging in the dirt, everything about Aradia had been soft and clean. They were always small, casual kisses. Sollux might have liked to brag to Karkat about all the sloppy makeouts he got, but he and Aradia had never done anything like that, and had never needed to.
“Uuh-aah!” He broke away sharply. Something was touching him-the Condesce was touching him. She’d snaked her hand up under his shirt, and with the other hand she grabbed the back of his head and forced him back into the kiss-
“It’s all right,” she said, her voice only slightly muffled by the contact. Her hand was moving down, past his waist, and he had the overwhelming desire to grab her, push her away, jump up and run, but she’d catch him, she’d take him because she could, because he was hers, and he didn’t have the right, shouldn’t ever, ever, ever think he could possibly deny her anything at all.
“It’s all right,” she repeated, resting her forehead against his, her eyes closed, her hand exploring parts of him that weren’t hers, weren’t anybody’s to touch, and yet she was, and she was allowed, she had every last right to do this, because he couldn’t say no, not even if he was able to form the words….
He bit his tongue, feeling his own sharp teeth pierce the skin, and as metallic blood filled his mouth he swallowed it all down, trying to focus on some other sensation, something else besides how disgustingly good it felt to have his blood pulsing so fast….
“You can grab onto me if you like,” she told him. “And you may let go when I am finished.”
Without hesitation, Sollux threw his arms around her neck and buried his face in her shoulder. He was going to stay here, in this darkness, until it was done. This was going to be his anchor, and he would stay here, he would hold on, until she was satisfied again. Small steps. One thing at a time.
She hooked one arm around his torso to hold him steady and then, with the other hand, grabbed onto his bulge. His whole body stiffened and he bit down on his bloodied tongue again. She stroked masterfully, knowing everything, every last place to touch. Sollux was grabbing her so tightly he felt his arms shaking from the exertion, and god he had never felt this before, never had there been such an intense mixture of pleasure and nausea in his whole life, and he wanted her to stop, wanted her to keep going, wanted her warm hands away from him, wanted to press himself deeper into her because it was only getting better-
“Psiioniic,” the Empress said, “don’t cry. I know it hurts, but it won’t kill you. I promise you, it’ll never kill you.”
I’m not the fucking Psiioniic, I’m not I’m not
“Mmm….” A tiny vocalization of pleasure escaped him. He felt her silent laugh against his body.
“Don’t be so quiet, tiny thing. Tell me how you really feel. Go ahead, open up that mouth. Scream for me.”
It was building, building, god don’t stop don’t stop if you stop I’m going to fucking lose it
He was taking in faster and sharper breaths now, grabbing her tighter, pushing himself into her, every inhalation like the gasp of a drowning troll.
“Scream,” she told him, licking more blood from his neck. “Scream.”
Release. Blinding, devastating release.
“AaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!”
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And he screamed again. So frustrated, so angry, how and why the fuck had he let her do that to him, why had he let her warp him like this? He hadn’t even wanted to go to the beach with Feferi today. If he’d stayed home, she wouldn’t be dead, and he wouldn’t be here, the world would still be normal. He’d never erase this, no matter how many more times he screamed, no matter, no matter, no matter, everything he had been and everything he had to go back to was already dead and gone.
“You can let go now,” the Condesce said.
Sniffling, and angry enough to punch her no matter what kind of punishment that might bring on him, Sollux released his grip on her. Something wet, unfamiliar, and sticky was all over his legs and the Condesce’s lap, but she didn’t seem to mind, or even notice it.
“That was much better, Sollux,” she told him, patting him on the head. “You did exactly what I said without a fuss.”
“Thank you, Empress,” he replied lifelessly, and gave her a small kiss. He didn’t even know what he was thanking her for. He didn’t care.
A new sound resounded through the hollow cavity of the bridge. Both Sollux and the Condesce looked up. The sound, a metallic pounding, repeated itself. Somebody was…knocking on the door.
“Oh,” the Condesce said. “We have a visitor.”
Oh thank god thank god somebody’s here please be my lusus be Karkat be fucking Eridan I don’t care-
The door creaked open warily, and three large silhouettes stood on the threshold.
“Come in, do come in!” the Condesce said cheerily. “Goodness, it’s getting rather lively in here, isn’t it?”
The three newcomers came in warily, clearly unsure of what they expected to find in the crashed ship, but there was no fear about them. The door was shut, blocking out the moonlight from outside, and then Sollux could see them clearly.
Three fully grown seatrolls were standing on the opposite side of the clouded cable pool, grinning with absolute manic delight. Gracefully, reverently, they bowed in perfect simultaneity.
“Your Imperious Condescension,” said one, the tallest one, as they stood upright again. “It is an undeniable pleasure to find you here."
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This fic is so horrible, but also so, so excellent. You are brilliant, authoranon, and I can't even deal with how perfect this is.
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I just have one question, if you don't mind? Sollux's powers don't seem to be much of a "thing". I've been wondering if there was a reason why?
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All these things, from the fingers to the last scream, just made me want to run and hug Sollux, but at the same time just skip everything IRL and just stare at my screen until you update. (Oh, hey wait, I can still do that).
And the end... I thought one adult seadweller was bad enough 0.0
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this is so amazing i can't even words i've been crying so much SOLLUX MY BABY NO
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