[whumpuary 2023] byleth & leraikha » held at gunpoint
Story: RPG storyverse / Sylène series (Modern Crime Syndicat AU)
Genre: an attempt at whump I guess
Rating: 18+
Character: Byleth & Leraikha (with mentions of Pavel & a hint at Alessia)
Prompt: Whumpuary 2023 Day 2 - Bruises / Held At Gunpoint
CN: Kidnapping, restraints, gun violence, blunt force, ableist language.
Author's Note: If you hate all of your writing clap your hands *clap clap* If you hate all of your writing clap your hands *clap clap* If you hate all of your writing but you know the only way to get over yourself is to keep letting yourself write anyway and just let the writing go once it's done so you just keep posting while constantly cringing at yourself clap your hands *clap clap* Okay, so, my current self-loathing and negativity aside: Remember the Crime Syndicat AU I wrote some oneshots for in 2017 or something? Yeah, this is a snippet from that exact same AU. Have been looking for an excuse to use the phrase to be in cahoots with someone in my writing for like 3 years so let's just appreciate that for a moment 🤙 (btw read this for that story about Leraikha fucking a cop and this for more unhinged Byleth with a Glock 17)
»You can’t be serious.«
»Do I look like I’m joking?«, Byleth asks, searing sweetness dripping from every syllable.
Leraikha rolls her eyes; a bold move, probably, considering she is currently tied to a chair and being held at gunpoint by an absolute maniac. »Alright, let’s get this over with. What do you want?«
»I’m just making sure Pavel is trusting the right people. As his best friend, I’m sure you don’t mind me being extra thorough when it comes to his safety, right?« His lips form a sly smile as he presses the barrel of his Glock 17 to her thigh. »So, tell me: Are you in cahoots with that cop you’ve been fucking?«
Leraikha snorts. »I’m not in cahoots with anyone, you fucking idiot. You do realize that Pavel is more than capable of looking out for himself, right? We’ve been friends since long before he started fucking you, you know, and I’ve seen him deal with much bigger problems than his best friend fucking a cop, all without you there to go absolutely batshit and make everything ten times worse.«
He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t flinch when he pulls the trigger, sending a bullet right through her leg.
»Come on«, she hisses once that first long scream of agony has ended, still kind of breathless from the pain. »Are we really doing this?«
Byleth seems to ponder for a moment. »We don’t have to. Actually, I have some perfectly fine alternatives in mind.«
His words should come as a relief, but something in the way he says them makes the little hairs at the back of her neck stand on end. A second later, she realizes why.
Byleth is so fast, she barely sees him move at all before she suddenly feels cold metal hitting her temple, blunt force throwing her and the entire chair off balance, knocking her to the ground.
Of course he’s going to make things worse for no fucking reason. He always does.
The last thought that crosses her mind before her consciousness begins to slip away is: Fuck. That’s going to bruise.
Genre: an attempt at whump I guess
Rating: 18+
Character: Byleth & Leraikha (with mentions of Pavel & a hint at Alessia)
Prompt: Whumpuary 2023 Day 2 - Bruises / Held At Gunpoint
CN: Kidnapping, restraints, gun violence, blunt force, ableist language.
Author's Note: If you hate all of your writing clap your hands *clap clap* If you hate all of your writing clap your hands *clap clap* If you hate all of your writing but you know the only way to get over yourself is to keep letting yourself write anyway and just let the writing go once it's done so you just keep posting while constantly cringing at yourself clap your hands *clap clap* Okay, so, my current self-loathing and negativity aside: Remember the Crime Syndicat AU I wrote some oneshots for in 2017 or something? Yeah, this is a snippet from that exact same AU. Have been looking for an excuse to use the phrase to be in cahoots with someone in my writing for like 3 years so let's just appreciate that for a moment 🤙 (btw read this for that story about Leraikha fucking a cop and this for more unhinged Byleth with a Glock 17)
»You can’t be serious.«
»Do I look like I’m joking?«, Byleth asks, searing sweetness dripping from every syllable.
Leraikha rolls her eyes; a bold move, probably, considering she is currently tied to a chair and being held at gunpoint by an absolute maniac. »Alright, let’s get this over with. What do you want?«
»I’m just making sure Pavel is trusting the right people. As his best friend, I’m sure you don’t mind me being extra thorough when it comes to his safety, right?« His lips form a sly smile as he presses the barrel of his Glock 17 to her thigh. »So, tell me: Are you in cahoots with that cop you’ve been fucking?«
Leraikha snorts. »I’m not in cahoots with anyone, you fucking idiot. You do realize that Pavel is more than capable of looking out for himself, right? We’ve been friends since long before he started fucking you, you know, and I’ve seen him deal with much bigger problems than his best friend fucking a cop, all without you there to go absolutely batshit and make everything ten times worse.«
He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t flinch when he pulls the trigger, sending a bullet right through her leg.
»Come on«, she hisses once that first long scream of agony has ended, still kind of breathless from the pain. »Are we really doing this?«
Byleth seems to ponder for a moment. »We don’t have to. Actually, I have some perfectly fine alternatives in mind.«
His words should come as a relief, but something in the way he says them makes the little hairs at the back of her neck stand on end. A second later, she realizes why.
Byleth is so fast, she barely sees him move at all before she suddenly feels cold metal hitting her temple, blunt force throwing her and the entire chair off balance, knocking her to the ground.
Of course he’s going to make things worse for no fucking reason. He always does.
The last thought that crosses her mind before her consciousness begins to slip away is: Fuck. That’s going to bruise.