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Ransom/Holster, anyone?
Need me one
Hi, this is part of my Whumptober series. I’m re-blogging it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my plot!
by ADGAEA
Tony and Peter are kidnapped from a charity gala when a human trafficking ring decided to get their next victims from the gala. Tony and Peter are separated, and back-up arrives. They were too late, so now Tony must have the help of Magneto and the Wolverine in order to save his kid from a terrible fate.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my plot.
Words: 15509, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 10 of ADGAEA’s Whumptober —— 2021
Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Movieverse), X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies), X-Men (Original Timeline Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, X-Men (Comicverse), Marvel 616
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con
Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Erik Lehnsherr, Logan (X-Men), Raven | Mystique, Luna Maximoff, OC doctor, oc nurses, OC Kidnappers, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, May Parker (Spider-Man), Happy Hogan, Pepper Potts, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, William Stryker (Movieverse), Sebastian Shaw, Friends of Humanity - Character
Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Luna Maximoff
Additional Tags: Human Trafficking, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Violence, Rape/Non-con Elements, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Avengers Compound, Whump, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Hurt Peter Parker, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker’s Parental Figure, Teen Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, BAMF Tony Stark, BAMF Erik Lehnsherr, Not Canon Compliant, Not Beta Read, Kidnapping, Kidnapped Peter Parker, Murder, Attempted Murder, BAMF Luna Maximoff, Collars, power-dampening tools, Needles, Tranquilizers, POV Alternating, Post-Spider-Man: Homecoming, Post-Iron Man 3, Genosha, Comic Book Science, Medical Inaccuracies, Medical Torture
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The long awaited...
Back Home P3
HEED WARNINGS
Reference to noncon, nudity, kidnapping, captivity, ransom, abuse, pet whump, caretaker × whumpee, fatshaming(scrutinizing gained weight [char isnt overweight, just not to "standard"), brief mentions of cancer, animal death, and human death, force feeding, shocking, creepy/gentle Whumper, stockholm syndrome (?)
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Whumpee had already passed out when Whumper returned. They awoke what they assumed was hours later inside their kennel. To their relief, a blanket had been thrown over them— they had been tucked in. They pulled the comforter further up their body, trying to cover their bare shoulders.
They were almost back asleep when the bedroom door clicked and careful bootsteps approached.
Whumpee kept still, trying their best to appear like they were sleeping.
"Oh, Whumpee," Whumper cooed, stalking closer. "Are you awake in there?"
Whumpee's eyes cracked open just a fraction, revealing a sliver of their anxiety-laden gaze. They could feel the weight of Whumper's gaze on them, and the unease settled in their chest like a heavy stone. Their mind raced, desperately trying to think of a way to protect themselves from whatever Whumper had planned next.
Whumper's fingers trailed over the bars of the kennel, and Whumpee tensed, their heart pounding in their ears. "I know you're awake, my dear," Whumper purred, amusement tainting their words. "No need to pretend."
Swallowing hard, Whumpee forced themselves to relax, letting their body go limp as if still in slumber.
With a sudden jolt, Whumper's hand gripped Whumpee's ankle and pulled them out from under the covers. Whumpee yipped in fear as their bare body was pulled out from under the covers. They scrambled to pull the blanket back over their waist. Whumper's eyes bore into them, excited like a kid with a new toy.
"Such a fragile thing, aren't you?" Whumper mused, pouting.
"You've had your nap. Come on." Whumper's voice was stern. Whumpee shuffled forward, sitting on their knees. The cold air of Whumper's house made their skin tingle.
"Good pet," Whumper purred, scratching Whumpee's head. Whumpee pulled away from them, goosebumps prickling along their skin.
In response, Whumper grabbed their hair, making them yelp. Their voice was more disappointed than anything. "Oh, Whumpee. Absolutely not. You'll accept the affection I give you, got it?"
Whumpee cowered beneath them, their heart thumping.
"Got it?" The hand in their hair twisted and pulled up. Whumpee had to take the weight off their hands and stretch upwards for fear of their hair being ripped out.
"I understand," they squeaked, falling back to their hands and knees as Whumper released them.
"Good, hun. Now come along, will you?" Whumper started to leave the room, and Whumpee scrambled after them on their knees.
Whumper strode confidently through the hall, the monotonous tip tap of their shoes on the hardwood floors echoing against the walls. Whumpee followed close behind, staring at the heels of Whumper's shoes.
"You hungry yet? You must've burned quite a few calories before you passed out earlier." Whumper didn't check behind them to make sure Whumpee was following. Whumpee was breathing heavily through their nose as they kept up with Whumper's swift stride.
Once in the kitchen, Whumper finally turned. Their intense eyes scanned over Whumpee, seeming to rake through them and study every imperfection.
"You're out of shape, dear," Whumper leaned down, pinching the chub of their cheek. "The hell was Caretaker feeding you?"
"I eat whatever I want," Whumpee retorted, looking up at Whumper.
"You've put on weight, love. It's a shame, really. You were in exquisite shape under my care..." Whumper rose back to their feet, snagging a finger under Whumpee's collar and dragging them forward into the kitchen. "It's okay, sweetie, it's not your fault. It's that wretched Caretaker's fault. They let you get like this. But it's okay. We'll get you back to your regimen, and you'll be back in shape in no time." They patted Whumpee's cheek affectionately.
Whumpee didn't respond, struggling to keep up as they were dragged through the tiled kitchen. They saw new installments in the house as they were pulled through.
Whumpee got a better look as they arrived. Right between the fridge and a counter, there was a fancy padded dog beg with a chain hanging from the wall that was long enough to touch the bed.
"Go on, sit." Whumper tugged them forward. "Then I'll clip you in, and you'll be nice and secure."
Whumpee crawled forward slowly, feeling their hands and knees sink into the soft bed. They heard a little click as the chain clipped to their collar and turned to see Whumper standing over them.
"Stay there and be good, kay? Dinner will be ready soon." Whumper rubbed Whumpee's chin affectionately, then pulled away.
Whumpee stayed absolutely silent, leaning back against the wall as Whumper began to pull ingredients out of the fridge, an assortment of vegetables and fish.
God, they were cold. Whumpee sat against the wall, refusing to let their guard down for a second.
Whumpee tensed up as Whumper approached them.
"Open. Try this." A fork prodded at Whumpee's lips. "I tried a new rice recipe. And yes dear, you're getting rice. I figured it'd help warm you back up to your diet."
Whumpee chewed the rice, eyes on Whumper.
Why are they being so nice?
Maybe if they stayed quiet, Whumper would get bored of them.
Where are you, Caretaker?
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It took a lot to make Caretaker cry.
They hadn't cried when their first dog had been hit by a car. They hadn't cried like their siblings had when their grandmother was diagnosed with cancer. Hell- they barely cried when their dad kicked the bucket.
But here they were, clutching Whumpee's dirty sweater to their chest. Wrecked. That was the best word for it.
Every muscle screamed for them to go find Whumpee, to bring them home, wrap them in a hundred layers of bubble wrap and never let them go again.
They couldn't.
It took most of their energy to crawl through the house to the bedroom and dig the sweater from their hamper. Everything hurt. Their cracked rib screeched in fury every time they took a shuddering breath, their bruised cheekbones stinging against the white sheets.
Well- they had been white once. Now they were blotted with a grim, deep red where Caretaker's blood had seeped in.
You have to do something.
Caretaker went to sit up after a moment, pain shooting up their sprained wrist. They fell back to the bed, hissing.
Don't be a wuss, they scolded themself. Whumpee's in much worse pain than this. Do this for their sake.
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Whumpee was being served a gourmet salmon filet with a plate of fresh veggies.
They stared down at the meal, picking at the stalks of celery disdainfully.
Whumper sat a few feet in front of them, enjoying the very same dish. Their eyes flicked up and met Whumpee's, and a grin split their face. "Enjoying your salmon?"
"I don't eat fish." They responded, averting their eyes and picking up a slice of cucumber with their fork.
"You eat fish all the time, silly." Whumper laughed, continuing to bore their eyes into Whumpee. "Go on, try it."
"I don't eat fish." Whumpee repeated, biting into the crisp cucumber.
Their wrist was seized, and their fork clattered across the tablecloth. Whumpee choked on their cucumber slice, quickly swallowing it down.
"You ate fish nearly every day I had you." Whumper said. Whumpee's wrist was pinned against the table. "What right do you have," Whumper hissed, "to refuse your nice, home-cooked meal?"
Now the steak knife was tracing across their palm. Whumpee's other hand gripped the table and they did their best not to whine.
Whumpee took in a deep breath. "No, please-"
Whumper ignored them, spinning the knife on Whumpee's palm. "Oh hush, now. That'll get you nowhere. I make you delicious, healthy food and I expect you to eat it. You're lucky I even let you eat at the table.
You know I don't like having to hurt you," they said. "Apologise, and we can move on, dear."
"I'll eat," Whumpee spoke quietly, unable to shake the waver in their voice.
"And?" Whumper traced the lines of their palm ever so gently, causing Whumpee's hand to twitch.
"And I'm sorry."
"Good." Whumper finally amended, releasing their wrist. "Get to eating, now. You'll need the energy."
Whumpee didn't reply, cutting into the salmon finally. They took a bite, forcing it down. It was good fish, but all Whumpee could think about was their previous time spent in captivity. The same perfectly prepared fish and veggies were given to them at lunch and dinnertime before their beatings.
"There you go," Whumper said smoothly. "You're doing so much better already. I can tell that you're remembering how things are supposed to be."
Whumpee looked up at them momentarily, then returned to their meal.
Stay quiet, stay predictable, and stay boring, they thought. Whumper will get bored of me soon enough.
After dinner, Whumpee was brought to Whumper's bedroom. They were praying that they'd be shoved back into their cage for the evening, but they weren't quite that lucky.
Whumper sat them in the middle of the room, standing before them.
"Do you remember all your commands, Whumpee?" they asked, and when given no response, they continued. "Tonight we're gonna go through them all again. And if you've forgotten, I've got a little friend here to help us jog your memory." Whumper held up a shock collar, waving it enticingly.
Whumpee looked up at them, frozen. "Y- you don't have to use that, I- I'm fine without it. I've already got my collar on." Whumpee touched their collar gently.
Whumper brushed their hand away and switched their collar out.
"Here we are. Now kneel," Whumper ordered.
Whumpee did as they were told, kneeling with their back straight and their hands on their knees. Whumper hummed, nodding.
"Bow," Whumper said next, fiddling with the settings on the remote. Whumpee slid down until their palms and elbows touched the floor. A shock ran through their body, and they cried out.
Whumper tsked. "Head in the carpet. Raise your backside higher."
Whumpee fixed themselves, shaking.
Sit. Beg. Lay. Roll over.
Like they were a dog.
They were shocked several times for being too slow, making too much noise, not showing enough emotion in their eyes, bad posture, and whatever bullshit reason Whumper could come up with to see their pet jerk and cry in pain.
Their pet.
Was that what Whumpee saw themselves as? A pet, doing tricks for Whumper's entertainment?
Maybe it would be easier that way. Submitting to their purred commands, shooting Whumper puppy eyes when they praised them, falling into positions when they were asked... it could be so, so much easier.
Whumpee looked up at Whumper, at the expression on their face. They were smiling down at Whumpee with an achingly gentle expression.
"You're doing good, Whumpee, better than I expected. Like I said, I don't like hurting you. I shouldn't really have to, honestly. Alas, you respond very well to this form of training. We'll be done with it eventually." Whumper's hand rustled and then smoothed their hair.
Whumpee bowed their head, letting Whumper card their fingers through their hair.
"Oh, Whumpee... my sweet thing. I really missed having you. It's been so lonely here without you." Whumper got down on one knee, sighing. "Those eyes... won't you look at me, hun?"
Whumpee looked up, anxiety pricking at their neck.
"There we are. That. Those beautiful, innocent eyes." Whumper smiled lovingly. "Just... exquisite. I don't think I can ever give you back. We're meant to be together, you and I."
Whumpee didn't respond.
"Dear? Can't you talk?" Something like concern etched its way into Whumper's face. "You haven't spoken much since dinner.
"... can I go to bed?" Whumpee said softly.
They were granted a pair of warm black sweatpants and were locked back in their cage. Tucking back under their blankets, Whumpee thought of Caretaker's words to them.
"Whumpee, don't let them get to you. You promised you'd stay strong for me, right?"
Whumpee bit their lip, squeezing their pillow.
I'm sorry, Caretaker. I'm sorry for failing you.
Maybe I'm just as much of a pathetic toy Whumper says I am.
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aren't you guys excited to wait another 9 months for pt 4? >:)
This series is literally my baby though oml
The long awaited...
Back Home P3
HEED WARNINGS
Reference to noncon, nudity, kidnapping, captivity, ransom, abuse, pet whump, caretaker × whumpee, fatshaming(scrutinizing gained weight [char isnt overweight, just not to "standard"), brief mentions of cancer, animal death, and human death, force feeding, shocking, creepy/gentle Whumper, stockholm syndrome (?)
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Whumpee had already passed out when Whumper returned. They awoke what they assumed was hours later inside their kennel. To their relief, a blanket had been thrown over them— they had been tucked in. They pulled the comforter further up their body, trying to cover their bare shoulders.
They were almost back asleep when the bedroom door clicked and careful bootsteps approached.
Whumpee kept still, trying their best to appear like they were sleeping.
"Oh, Whumpee," Whumper cooed, stalking closer. "Are you awake in there?"
Whumpee's eyes cracked open just a fraction, revealing a sliver of their anxiety-laden gaze. They could feel the weight of Whumper's gaze on them, and the unease settled in their chest like a heavy stone. Their mind raced, desperately trying to think of a way to protect themselves from whatever Whumper had planned next.
Whumper's fingers trailed over the bars of the kennel, and Whumpee tensed, their heart pounding in their ears. "I know you're awake, my dear," Whumper purred, amusement tainting their words. "No need to pretend."
Swallowing hard, Whumpee forced themselves to relax, letting their body go limp as if still in slumber.
With a sudden jolt, Whumper's hand gripped Whumpee's ankle and pulled them out from under the covers. Whumpee yipped in fear as their bare body was pulled out from under the covers. They scrambled to pull the blanket back over their waist. Whumper's eyes bore into them, excited like a kid with a new toy.
"Such a fragile thing, aren't you?" Whumper mused, pouting.
"You've had your nap. Come on." Whumper's voice was stern. Whumpee shuffled forward, sitting on their knees. The cold air of Whumper's house made their skin tingle.
"Good pet," Whumper purred, scratching Whumpee's head. Whumpee pulled away from them, goosebumps prickling along their skin.
In response, Whumper grabbed their hair, making them yelp. Their voice was more disappointed than anything. "Oh, Whumpee. Absolutely not. You'll accept the affection I give you, got it?"
Whumpee cowered beneath them, their heart thumping.
"Got it?" The hand in their hair twisted and pulled up. Whumpee had to take the weight off their hands and stretch upwards for fear of their hair being ripped out.
"I understand," they squeaked, falling back to their hands and knees as Whumper released them.
"Good, hun. Now come along, will you?" Whumper started to leave the room, and Whumpee scrambled after them on their knees.
Whumper strode confidently through the hall, the monotonous tip tap of their shoes on the hardwood floors echoing against the walls. Whumpee followed close behind, staring at the heels of Whumper's shoes.
"You hungry yet? You must've burned quite a few calories before you passed out earlier." Whumper didn't check behind them to make sure Whumpee was following. Whumpee was breathing heavily through their nose as they kept up with Whumper's swift stride.
Once in the kitchen, Whumper finally turned. Their intense eyes scanned over Whumpee, seeming to rake through them and study every imperfection.
"You're out of shape, dear," Whumper leaned down, pinching the chub of their cheek. "The hell was Caretaker feeding you?"
"I eat whatever I want," Whumpee retorted, looking up at Whumper.
"You've put on weight, love. It's a shame, really. You were in exquisite shape under my care..." Whumper rose back to their feet, snagging a finger under Whumpee's collar and dragging them forward into the kitchen. "It's okay, sweetie, it's not your fault. It's that wretched Caretaker's fault. They let you get like this. But it's okay. We'll get you back to your regimen, and you'll be back in shape in no time." They patted Whumpee's cheek affectionately.
Whumpee didn't respond, struggling to keep up as they were dragged through the tiled kitchen. They saw new installments in the house as they were pulled through.
Whumpee got a better look as they arrived. Right between the fridge and a counter, there was a fancy padded dog beg with a chain hanging from the wall that was long enough to touch the bed.
"Go on, sit." Whumper tugged them forward. "Then I'll clip you in, and you'll be nice and secure."
Whumpee crawled forward slowly, feeling their hands and knees sink into the soft bed. They heard a little click as the chain clipped to their collar and turned to see Whumper standing over them.
"Stay there and be good, kay? Dinner will be ready soon." Whumper rubbed Whumpee's chin affectionately, then pulled away.
Whumpee stayed absolutely silent, leaning back against the wall as Whumper began to pull ingredients out of the fridge, an assortment of vegetables and fish.
God, they were cold. Whumpee sat against the wall, refusing to let their guard down for a second.
Whumpee tensed up as Whumper approached them.
"Open. Try this." A fork prodded at Whumpee's lips. "I tried a new rice recipe. And yes dear, you're getting rice. I figured it'd help warm you back up to your diet."
Whumpee chewed the rice, eyes on Whumper.
Why are they being so nice?
Maybe if they stayed quiet, Whumper would get bored of them.
Where are you, Caretaker?
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It took a lot to make Caretaker cry.
They hadn't cried when their first dog had been hit by a car. They hadn't cried like their siblings had when their grandmother was diagnosed with cancer. Hell- they barely cried when their dad kicked the bucket.
But here they were, clutching Whumpee's dirty sweater to their chest. Wrecked. That was the best word for it.
Every muscle screamed for them to go find Whumpee, to bring them home, wrap them in a hundred layers of bubble wrap and never let them go again.
They couldn't.
It took most of their energy to crawl through the house to the bedroom and dig the sweater from their hamper. Everything hurt. Their cracked rib screeched in fury every time they took a shuddering breath, their bruised cheekbones stinging against the white sheets.
Well- they had been white once. Now they were blotted with a grim, deep red where Caretaker's blood had seeped in.
You have to do something.
Caretaker went to sit up after a moment, pain shooting up their sprained wrist. They fell back to the bed, hissing.
Don't be a wuss, they scolded themself. Whumpee's in much worse pain than this. Do this for their sake.
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Whumpee was being served a gourmet salmon filet with a plate of fresh veggies.
They stared down at the meal, picking at the stalks of celery disdainfully.
Whumper sat a few feet in front of them, enjoying the very same dish. Their eyes flicked up and met Whumpee's, and a grin split their face. "Enjoying your salmon?"
"I don't eat fish." They responded, averting their eyes and picking up a slice of cucumber with their fork.
"You eat fish all the time, silly." Whumper laughed, continuing to bore their eyes into Whumpee. "Go on, try it."
"I don't eat fish." Whumpee repeated, biting into the crisp cucumber.
Their wrist was seized, and their fork clattered across the tablecloth. Whumpee choked on their cucumber slice, quickly swallowing it down.
"You ate fish nearly every day I had you." Whumper said. Whumpee's wrist was pinned against the table. "What right do you have," Whumper hissed, "to refuse your nice, home-cooked meal?"
Now the steak knife was tracing across their palm. Whumpee's other hand gripped the table and they did their best not to whine.
Whumpee took in a deep breath. "No, please-"
Whumper ignored them, spinning the knife on Whumpee's palm. "Oh hush, now. That'll get you nowhere. I make you delicious, healthy food and I expect you to eat it. You're lucky I even let you eat at the table.
You know I don't like having to hurt you," they said. "Apologise, and we can move on, dear."
"I'll eat," Whumpee spoke quietly, unable to shake the waver in their voice.
"And?" Whumper traced the lines of their palm ever so gently, causing Whumpee's hand to twitch.
"And I'm sorry."
"Good." Whumper finally amended, releasing their wrist. "Get to eating, now. You'll need the energy."
Whumpee didn't reply, cutting into the salmon finally. They took a bite, forcing it down. It was good fish, but all Whumpee could think about was their previous time spent in captivity. The same perfectly prepared fish and veggies were given to them at lunch and dinnertime before their beatings.
"There you go," Whumper said smoothly. "You're doing so much better already. I can tell that you're remembering how things are supposed to be."
Whumpee looked up at them momentarily, then returned to their meal.
Stay quiet, stay predictable, and stay boring, they thought. Whumper will get bored of me soon enough.
After dinner, Whumpee was brought to Whumper's bedroom. They were praying that they'd be shoved back into their cage for the evening, but they weren't quite that lucky.
Whumper sat them in the middle of the room, standing before them.
"Do you remember all your commands, Whumpee?" they asked, and when given no response, they continued. "Tonight we're gonna go through them all again. And if you've forgotten, I've got a little friend here to help us jog your memory." Whumper held up a shock collar, waving it enticingly.
Whumpee looked up at them, frozen. "Y- you don't have to use that, I- I'm fine without it. I've already got my collar on." Whumpee touched their collar gently.
Whumper brushed their hand away and switched their collar out.
"Here we are. Now kneel," Whumper ordered.
Whumpee did as they were told, kneeling with their back straight and their hands on their knees. Whumper hummed, nodding.
"Bow," Whumper said next, fiddling with the settings on the remote. Whumpee slid down until their palms and elbows touched the floor. A shock ran through their body, and they cried out.
Whumper tsked. "Head in the carpet. Raise your backside higher."
Whumpee fixed themselves, shaking.
Sit. Beg. Lay. Roll over.
Like they were a dog.
They were shocked several times for being too slow, making too much noise, not showing enough emotion in their eyes, bad posture, and whatever bullshit reason Whumper could come up with to see their pet jerk and cry in pain.
Their pet.
Was that what Whumpee saw themselves as? A pet, doing tricks for Whumper's entertainment?
Maybe it would be easier that way. Submitting to their purred commands, shooting Whumper puppy eyes when they praised them, falling into positions when they were asked... it could be so, so much easier.
Whumpee looked up at Whumper, at the expression on their face. They were smiling down at Whumpee with an achingly gentle expression.
"You're doing good, Whumpee, better than I expected. Like I said, I don't like hurting you. I shouldn't really have to, honestly. Alas, you respond very well to this form of training. We'll be done with it eventually." Whumper's hand rustled and then smoothed their hair.
Whumpee bowed their head, letting Whumper card their fingers through their hair.
"Oh, Whumpee... my sweet thing. I really missed having you. It's been so lonely here without you." Whumper got down on one knee, sighing. "Those eyes... won't you look at me, hun?"
Whumpee looked up, anxiety pricking at their neck.
"There we are. That. Those beautiful, innocent eyes." Whumper smiled lovingly. "Just... exquisite. I don't think I can ever give you back. We're meant to be together, you and I."
Whumpee didn't respond.
"Dear? Can't you talk?" Something like concern etched its way into Whumper's face. "You haven't spoken much since dinner.
"... can I go to bed?" Whumpee said softly.
They were granted a pair of warm black sweatpants and were locked back in their cage. Tucking back under their blankets, Whumpee thought of Caretaker's words to them.
"Whumpee, don't let them get to you. You promised you'd stay strong for me, right?"
Whumpee bit their lip, squeezing their pillow.
I'm sorry, Caretaker. I'm sorry for failing you.
Maybe I'm just as much of a pathetic toy Whumper says I am.
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aren't you guys excited to wait another 9 months for pt 4? >:)
This series is literally my baby though oml
Happy Birthday Justin Oluransi
Happy birthday sweet Ransom, your aggressive yet supportive frat-broness will always make me smile.
My dad always said that if you want to get revenge on an enemy, drop a mint plant into his yard. It will spread like wildfire.
A dragon who decides to hoard mint and various types of mint plants (and not knowing that mint has the mushroom’s blessing of inevitability were ever its planted) can go one of two ways.
1: The dragon is absolutely horrified as the mint engulfs and takes over its den. Its gold? Mint. Its gems and goblets? Mint. Its stores of wine? Mint. No matter what they do they can’t get rid of it.
2: The dragon is delightfully ecstatic as the mint engulfs and takes over its den. It’s a self growing hoard. No matter what any adventurers or knights do, they can’t get rid of it.
Whumptober day 27 - Ransom
For the 27th day of @whumptober2019, another slightly lighter fill. Also available on Ao3.
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“You’re joking,” he said incredulously.
“Do we look like we’re joking?” Kidnapper 1 asked, and from what Tony had seen so far, he appeared to be the leader in this entire plan. He’d been the one to tell the others what to do and where to go.
He also looked the most serious about it all. Most of the others seemed a bit uncertain at best, and Tony didn’t think they had a lot of history when it came to criminal acts.
“Look, just… Consider, and I will tell you this only once, that this is a terrible idea that will get you imprisoned at best and maimed or killed at worst, and there is still time to go back, but not a lot of time, if you get my meaning.”
They did not get his meaning.
“Shut up,” Kidnapper 1 snarled, and actually made the mistake of hitting him, which kind of signed his death warrant.
Tony just rolled his eyes. “Your funeral, man,” he said, shrugging to the extent he could with his arms tied to the chair. He just figured it’d be nicer to warn these people, considering they were obviously amateurs, and give them a chance to change their minds before it was too late.
Behind Kidnapper 1, it appeared that the other three were kind of worried about his warning, however. It was Kidnapper 2 that ended up asking what they clearly all wanted to ask. “Ehm… Why is this a terrible idea?”
“Because he’s just trying to unsettle us,” Kidnapper 1 sneered. “Don’t listen to him - I’m getting the recording equipment. Stick to the plan.”
Such obvious amateurs. Tony kind of wanted to sigh, although he refrained. If these people would be willing to listen to him, all the better. “Stark Industries does not pay ransoms,” he explained to them.
“But you’re Tony Stark,” Kidnapper 3 argued. “They’ll want you back, right?”
“You send that message, it ends up with Pepper Potts, who will immediately alert the Avengers. There’s never gonna be any ransom - it’s not gonna take them all that long to figure out where I am and who’s holding me, and when I do, they’re going to come get me. That’s all that’s going to happen here.”
He meant it, too. Pepper knew better than to start paying ransoms, because once that started it wouldn’t end. But no doubt JARVIS had been looking for him ever since losing contact, and he had no doubts the others would be showing up soon.
Which he wouldn’t mind, really. He’d appreciate the help. But if he could get himself out of here before they could, it would be even better.
Kidnappers 2, 3 and 4 were whispering to one another, and while he couldn’t understand what they were saying, it was clear they were taking his warning a lot more seriously than Kidnapper 1 did. Which they should, because despite his reputation, he was definitely one of the more forgiving Avengers.
Okay, that was a lie, but he had no problems forgiving people who came after him. Go after his friends and all bets were off.
“And if we brought you back now?” It was Kidnapper 2, and while he didn’t sound entirely certain about this course of action, he was at least considering it.
“We all make mistakes,” Tony told them. “I’ll tell the others to play nice and let me deal with it myself, and we’ll take a look at why you chose to make this particular one and what can be done so you’re not tempted to try something like this again.” Because he had no illusions that these people were desperate for money, for whatever reason. He’d have to be careful about setting any kind of precedent, but on the other hand, if they showed that they’d be willing to be reasoned with…
And as for the Avengers, it didn’t seem like Kidnapper 1 was going to change his mind, so they wouldn’t be left completely empty-handed.
Which was how Tony Stark ended up showing right back up at the Tower, only a few bruises richer, with three little ducklings behind him. He could hear the way they swallowed as the attention of the Avengers was directed at them - it probably didn’t help that the others were already armed and looked ready to go out for a hunt of epic proportions.
“Not to worry guys, got everything solved,” he told them cheerily, which at least got him Steve’s attention. No doubt the others were listening as well, but they were also making sure to keep an eye on his former kidnappers.
“Are you alright?” Steve asked, assessing him carefully for anything obviously wrong.
Only the bruise on his cheek was instantly obvious, however, and he noticed the way Steve’s eyes kept returning to that. “Only some small bruises, nothing serious,” he shrugged it off. “Most of it was the other guy, anyway - which reminds me, would any of you be available to pick him up where we left him?”
Hilariously, only Bruce didn’t immediately volunteer, and Tony gave the others the address where they’d left Kidnapper 1 tied to the same chair he’d been stuck in. Then he grudgingly allowed the other scientist to look him over ‘just in case’ while his former kidnappers waited in one of the smaller conference rooms for him to talk to them, monitored carefully by JARVIS.
And although he grumbled outwardly, he couldn’t help the smile breaking through.
He loved his family.
Apparently my families coffee machine tried exploding last night
No coffee for me today ig-
If i wrote something about Chowder would yall read it
MOTHER CONSTANTLY FEEDING US. im so in love with this series, seriously babe this is amazing!!💞💝💓💖💕💗and dont even get me started on the word counts they are insane! 44k words for the final chapter? thats literally half of a harry potter book😭PHENOMENAL.
Stand By Me
Ransom One Shot
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Part 1, Part 2
Alright, this is the final installment to ‘A Disaster From The Start’. This story was only ever supposed to be a one shot, and now y’all have a whole damn novel. I’m so sorry I’m like this 😭. Now, I already know some of you all will be pissed and some of you will be happy, but I would just like to say that I shed A LOT of tears writing this, so be nice to me lol. I of course meant to make this the shortest one, and it of course became the longest one, sooooo there that. Anyway, without further ado, here y’all go!
Thank you to @pagesoflauren for making this amazing mood board. I love you so much 🥺.
Word Count: 44,242 (I’m truly so sorry that I am like this!!)
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS BE GONE), swearing, arguing, crying, emotional cheating, angst, heartbreak, public sex, unprotected sex, heartbreak, drinking, depression, anxiety, smoking, desperation, longing, and I’m sure I missed something. It’s just A LOT.
Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter:
I just decided to make y’all a playlist; ‘Stand By Me’
Summary: Deciding that it’s way past time for you to take your life into your own hands, you decide that starting over is the best move for you. However, what happens when there are certain parts that you can’t let go of and move on from?
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You try and hang on to the little bit of sleep that’s slowly leaving you as you yawn and roll over. You blink up at the ceiling a few times before turning over slightly and looking at the time.
2pm.
You laugh softly to yourself before you gently face palmed yourself. You would sleep in after a huge day. You take a deep breath as you take in the silence of the room. A calmness washes over you. Your eyes water slightly; a small smile comes to your face as you think of everything you went through to get to this point.
Everything you went through to finally find peace and happiness.
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Life with a Drysdale
Summary: You've been best friends with Ransom since college. You were an Art and English major, cause if your parents were sending you to get an education you might as well do what you enjoy. You were studying in the library and Ransom was trying to hook up with a blonde studying medicine. They entered your study room locking lip as you just took a bit of your burrito. The blonde was turned off, and Ransom suggested a threesome. He decided to hang around longer and talk to you, he enjoyed how uninterested in him you were. After that it became a habit, you studying in the same room and him coming by. Sometimes he had a girl with him sometimes it was a sleazy jock friend. Soon you became friends, enjoying each other's company and inviting each other to events. Ransom insisted on 'upcycling your style'. You were a hundred percent sure he had no idea what upcycling meant. Soon you went from sweet arty nerd to rich hot girl who can doodle. Your personality stayed, much to Ransom's liking, your style just became expensive. Years later, you still hang out and Ransom still hasn't been totally honest with you.
Warnings: super fluff, Ransom’s body (because it is a sin to look that good), mentions of playboy attitude, mentions of sex and intimacy, toxic family, (if any of these things bother you, please, do not interact)
I sat across from my best friend watching him take a drink as he watched me eat. He always complained about how spicy the food was that you ate.
"I don't understand how you eat that?" He was cringing as he talked, as if he could taste what you were eating.
"It's cause your white." I took a forkful of my food after my statement.
"You are white, sweetheart." Ransom's smug smirk played upon his face.
"I'm half white." I triumphantly spoke with a half-full mouth. The rest of our course and along with two others were silent. I didn't mind, a lot of dinners with Ransom were quiet. We both used it as a way to wind down and be ourselves. What bothered me was his staring. He had something on his mind that he wasn't telling me. Before our next meal could be served I spoke up.
"What's going on, Ransom? You seem quieter than usual." I couldn't help the slight pout that graced my lips.
"I'm actually really great. I'm for once happy." He had a blissed-out smile across his face. I chewed slowly trying to process the information I was receiving. I watched Ransom closely as I swallowed my food.
"Oh! Who is this lucky girl, then? Hmm? You’re only happy when little Ransom has found a new toy." Ransom laughed, a light-hearted chuckle at my words. I couldn't help but smile back at him.
"First, she's not a girl. She's more like a woman. A very fine woman."
"Ooh! Ransom and a woman!" I wiped my mouth and scooted further up in my seat. I was eager to hear what Ransom had to say. He smiled again before talking.
"Second of all, I want a lot longer than a few rounds with her."
"That's asking a lot, Ransom."
"Not like that. I want, more. With her. I want more than a fling."
"Am I hearing this right? Does Hugh Ransom Drysdale, actually want a relationship? I have to know, spill." I sit forward and lean my head on my hand waiting to hear who Ransom's latest fascination was. Ransom stops looking in space to make eye contact with me. His face is now serious. My stomach drops at how serious he is being. So I wait till he talks, hoping it won't hurt my heart more.
"I want to try, y/n. I want what we have to grow, to be more with you. Y/N, I want you." I sighed tiredly.
"You've done this before, remember? I didn't believe you..."
"I'm serious, I was serious then too. I have loved you for so long, y/n"
"You said..."
"I know what I said, and it was a very stupid thing to say. You didn't believe me. So I said the first name that came to my head. I didn't want to lose you y/n." My eyes were watering but I didn't let them fall.
"I want to cry, but this make-up is very expensive." I tried to laugh away the tears. Ransom let out a laugh and joined me at my side. He held my hands in one hand and stroked my cheek with the other.
"You look just as good without it as much as you do with it." I shake my head and wiggle a hand out of his grip. I wipe my under-eye so I don't mess anything up and fan my eyes. I take my free hand and cup Ransom's cheek.
"I think we can make it work." Ransom chuckled along with me.
"How long do you think we'll last?" I pretend to think about my answer. He pulls my hands to bring my attention back to him.
"I'll guys us six months."
"And what if we last longer than that?"
"You really want this to work, don't you?" Ransom only smiled real big at me, making me laugh at his goofy expression. It was very rare for Ransom to smile genuinely.
"We last longer than six months, than marry me." I didn't know Ransom's smile could get any bigger, but it did. With both hands he grasps my face making me feel smaller than usual. Without delay, he smashed his lips into mine staring a bruising pace with my own.
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Waking up in my usual place beside Ransom in our Wyoming King-sized bed. As usual, I wake up before Ransom. I also take the time to study his handsome features. Watching as his firm chest rises and lowers with every breath. I roll over and lay half my body across his and watch as he stirs from his sleep. I don't feel bad for waking him, cause now I can see his beautiful eyes as he flutters them open.
"Morning Sweetheart."
"Handsome." I lean as close as I can to him and nuzzle our noses together. I lean back on his shoulder and look at my hand resting on his sculpted face. A glimmer catches my eye as the morning sun sweeps across my hand.
"Ransom?"
"To be fair it's long overdue. You did say six months." He kissed my hand and paid attention to my ring finger. I smiled at his attention and pulled myself on top of him giving him kisses everywhere I could touch.
"I've been waiting."
"Of course you were." I kiss his lips and he kisses back harder. His kisses always left my lips feeling swollen and bruised. I loved his kisses. Ransom moved and pulled me over his body so I laid directly on top of him. He squeezed my body as he kissed me deeper. He moved my legs to straddle his hips and I remembered what we had planned today.
"It's your Grandad's birthday. I have to get my outfit ready." Ransom nibbled on my collar bone as his way of being frustrated with me.
"You'll look good in anything you wear, now come here." He pushed me closer to his body and licked up my neck. A shiver runs down my spine and a moan flows out my mouth.
"Ransom, I need to pull out my coat. Make sure it's all clean and looks good." It was hard to talk as Ransom assaulted my neck. It felt so good, my thinking was slowly escaping me. I let him have his fun till his hands wandered lower down my body. Placing both hands on his pecks, I give them a nice squeeze before pushing against him to sit up.
"Ransom, I need to get ready."
"Sweets, you will be fine. Grandad loves you."
"You don't know that, he could only tolerate me." I bounce on Ransom's torso and pout at the thought of not impressing his grandfather. I've been around his family plenty of times to know that they may smile and talk pretty but would feed you to the sharks without a second thought. Ransom gipped my hips and sat up with me, and gave my nose a kiss.
"He loves you. For heaven’s sake, he published your book! With your name on it!"
"I don't want to know how he did that, heaven knows your uncle would not have allowed him to give all royalties to me."
"He'll live, besides if I ever get cut off from my family fortune you'll be the source of money in this house."
"Guess that would make me your sugar momma." I laughed as Ransom gave me a heated gaze. With his hands still on my hips, he pushed my hips down into his own. Before I could moan he pushed his lips against mine, demanding attention. Every time his lips left mine I tried to talk. Every word that left my mouth ended in a muffle from Ransom's lips. Finally, he had enough and flipped me over my back so he lay above me. Trapped between the mattress and my now fiancé.
"Enough talk, honey. I want to have fun with my fiancé."
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I was talking to Ransom's mother when she interrupted me and pointed to my hand. I instantly grew worried. She has never really been a big fan of mine. Mostly because 'going to school for art is such a waste', like sending Ransom to school wasn't a waste.
"When did this happen?"
"Um, this morning. I woke up with it on." I couldn't help the smile that etched upon my face. I loved Ransom, long before he confessed his love for me. Knowing him for so long I allowed him to make all the first moves.
"Oh ok, I thought I had missed something. I'm glad he decided on you, someone who knows the family past the riches." She took a sip from her drink as I tried to decide if she was being nice or backhanded. She opened her mouth again but instead loud and deep yelling was coming from the other room. Everyone was looking in the direction of the noise. Where the noise was coming from became clear when the door to the noise was thrusted open. Ransom stormed across the hall to the front door, ignoring everyone else in the house.
"Excuse me," I muttered to my future mother-in-law and shuffled my way to the front door collecting my coat and Ransom's scarf. Before shutting the door behind me I waved bye to my cousin Mara. Looking out to the silver BMW I see Ransom's back marching towards the classic car. I huffed and took off my heels and quickly walked across the gravel driveway. Thank the heavens for my poor upbringing and callused feet.
"Ransom, what happened? What's wrong?" Without a word, he opens the driver’s side door and takes everything from my arms, and tosses them haphazardly in the car.
"Hey, talk to me." Silence as he grabs hold of my arm and directed me into the passenger seat through the driver’s side. To say I was getting frustrated with him was an understatement. Once I was clear of the driver's seat Ransom climbed into the car started it and drove off before I could even get my seatbelt on. His driving was angry and jerky, turning my stomach inside out.
"Ransom, you better pull over right now and talk to me before I lose my mind!" He slows down at a steady rate and parks the car on the side of the road. Once in park, he unbuckles and then unhooks my belt. When we were both free of restrictions he pulled me into his lap. His hands grabbing and holding onto me. His lips were all over my skin, groaning when he met fabric instead of skin. He tried unzipping my dress but ended up getting it stuck and ripping a bit of the fabric. Ransom let out a loud frustrated groan and gripped my thighs. I hissed at Ransom's grip and pulled away from him.
"Ransom, baby. I know you need to release stress but we can't be as rough as we usually are. You'll hurt the baby." He immediately pouted and rubbed his hands softly over my thighs.
"No, no, no baby. I could never hurt you." I released a soft laugh.
"Not me baby, The Baby." I removed his hands from my thighs to lay them on my stomach. Despite him talking about having a little Ransom walking around the house, you were still nervous. You were not a hundred percent sure if he really wanted that life. Even though your heart swooned at the idea of Dad Ransom. He moved one hand to my face and pushed our lips together. As he gave my face multiple kisses he left one hand on my stomach.
"My baby is having my baby." He sounded so proud and happy it made you feel so dang emotional.
"Your gonna make me cry, and I was horny literally a second ago." I laughed as Ransom began trying to take off my dress again. Yes, he screwed me in his car at the side of the road, but he was so loving and soft about it. I didn't even care when something would dig into my skin that wasn't Ransom. It was a night I would think about for a long time to come. I love my life with Ransom, and I'm glad he wanted me. To share his life with me, and now to bring in a new life.