#cc rescue

@whump-tr0pes and @i-eat-worlds both asked, so I had to oblige! This was interesting!

Rules: How many letters of the alphabet have you used for a fic title? One fic per line, 'A' and 'The' do not count for 'a' and 't'. Post your score out of 26 at the end, along with your total fic count.

Since I tend to have all things just be *series name* #(whatever), this was surprisingly difficult! A lot of the things that have proper "names" are the ones that I named after whatever prompt I used for them, whether that be something like a whump event or a BTHB entry.

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Auction of Evil (AU of With Bloody Outstretched Hands)

'Bedtime' Story (Weapons Don't Weep)

CC Rescue (crossover and collab with @badluck990)

Dragged by the Ankle (The Heart and the Hunger)

Everyone's A Villain (With Bloody Outstretched Hands AU)

Force Feeding (Weapons Don't Weep)

G

The Heart and the Hunger

I will punish your friend for your failure (The Heart and the Hunger)

J

Kisses and Games (And Still)

L

Morning Reassurance (With Bloody Outstretched Hands)

No Prisoners

O

Pariah Prisoner (AU of With Bloody Outstretched Hands)

Q

Reluctant Caretaker (With Bloody Outstretched Hands, PP AU)

Sadistic Choice (With Bloody Outstretched Hands)

Trail of Blood (Weapons Don't Weep)

U

V

Weapons Don't Weep

X

You Can Scream All You Want (No Prisoners, BTHB entry)

Z

If I include my art, I could cross off some more letters, but since this specified "fic" I figured that was off the table XD

Total: 17/26. Not as bad as I expected!

She said it herself she didn't want scraps but that could mean anything from letting them go to killing them quick without doing anything.

Then there was Andre. The one that got away. The reason she'd had to flee her theater.

He wasn't a scrap...

Masterlist

CW: blood, injuries, self-inflicted injuries to escape

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Corva took one more deep breath in before sitting up. Immediately, the room started to swim and twist before her eyes as vertigo took hold. She slowly let out the breath and waited for the worst to subside.

This... Angel, this killer, changed her plans. She no longer had time to fully stabilize herself before getting the brothers free. With the threat of the Angel coming back at any moment, she needed to get them out now.

Erebus help me, because I am about to do something very stupid.

She gathered up every shred of magic she had at her disposal, and hoped it would be enough.

First things first: get out of the restraints.

V had used cuffs on her, rather than a collar. Amateur.

With half-numb fingers, Corva grabbed her left thumb and dislocated it. The cuff was still a tight fit, but the blood from her injuries helped her slip it off.

She spoke to Andre as she began the process of removing the second cuff. "You are going to have to inform the authorities of what happened. Atlas is in shock, and once we get out, I won't be in any state to give information. You need to tell them about Astra and V, and the injuries the two have. Tell them that Astra is most likely at the hospital, and V is being pursued by the Angel."

Both cuffs were off. Corva slowly rose to her feet, using the wall to keep her balance. She kept her footing through sheer stubbornness as she approached Andre.

"Sorry...for nearly getting us in more trouble..." she mumbled under her breath

Masterlist

Corva sighed. As much as she hated the added complications Aloka's actions brought, she did understand it. After all, there was little she wouldn't do for her own loved ones.

I would be smarter about it, came a nasty voice in the back of her head. She did her best to ignore that.

"It's... I'm not going to say it's fine, because it isn't," Corva said. "But I do understand it. Let's just... let's get back to your home and we can talk about what all I learned."

She had to be furious, she told him not to come and of course he lost control he knew his magic wasn't stable what was he thinking even attempting that?!

Masterlist

Andre was panicking, and it was distracting. The situation was hard enough without adding his sour reek of panic to it.

"Andre," Corva said. Her voice came out weak but clear. "Get a towel, cloth, bandages. Something to put pressure on the wound. I'll be alright, but I'm going to need some help."

Or at least that's what he said he would do, but at the worst of times he could be as stubborn as his sister and as unable-to-think-ahead as his brother. . .

So against everyone's wishes and despite already hearing the lecture he would get not only from his mom but from Corva he snuck out the window and made his way to the theater hoping he was wrong about who they were up against.

Masterlist

Corva circled the building before she entered. It looked abandoned from the outside, but that was no guarantee of what the inside was like. She made sure to take note of all the entrances and exits, then ducked inside.

Inside it... also looked abandoned. If anyone was living here, they hadn't bothered to clean up.

She pressed herself into a quiet corner and closed her eyes, focusing on her senses. She stretched them out, searching for any hint of someone else here.

It took less time than she imagined, because someone made an entrance. Significantly less stealthily than she did, she might add.

Stars and shadows, what's Andre doing here?! If it weren't the literal opposite of my job, I would EVISCERATE the idiot for this!

She grabbed him and pulled him into a shadowy hiding spot, clapping a hand over his mouth so he wouldn't give them both away.

Andre Leer, called Cotton Candy by his sadistic captor, has been taken prisoner and cut off from his magic by those who were supposed to help him. An enigmatic mage comes to his rescue at the Rogue Magic Rehabilitation Center, RMRC, but will Andre come to trust her?

Collaboration with @badluck990. Tagging @kim-poce, @cupcakes-and-pain

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10,

Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20,

Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30,

Part 31, Part 32, Part 33, Part 34, Part 35, Part 36, Part 37, Part 38, Part 39, Part 40,

Part 41, Part 42, Part 43, Part 44, Part 45, Part 46, Part 47, Part 48, Part 49, Part 50,

Part 51, Part 52, Part 53, Part 54, Part 55, Part 56, Part 57, Part 58, Part 59, Part 60,

Part 61, Part 62, Part 63, Part 64, Part 65, Part 66, Part 67, Part 68, Part 69, Part 70,

Part 71, Part 72, Part 73, Part 74, Part 75, Part 76, Part 77, Part 78, Part 79, Part 80,

Part 81, Part 82, Part 83, Part 84, Part 85, Part 86, Part 87, Part 88, Part 89, Part 90,

Part 91, Part 92, Part 93, Part 94, Part 95, Part 96, Part 97, Part 98, Part 99

The pause before he said "family" was definitely suspect, though Corva wasn't sure quite what to make of it.

It's fine; he can have his secrets, she reminded herself. Not everyone is hiding things to do with you, you paranoid witch. It's fine.

"That's fine," she said out loud. "You just looked in pain, is all."

Corva had no idea how to respond to that. It wasn't as if she had done this for altruistic reasons; this was her job.

And the sincere thankfulness Mrs. Leer was giving off didn't help Corva's ability to respond, either. Direct skin contact made her empathic abilities exponentially stronger, and the woman was radiating thankfulness in equal measures as her fear and guilt.

Well, that was something Corva could help with. She gently pulled on Mrs. Leer's negative emotions, siphoning off just the slightest bit. It wouldn't be a monumental change, but it would take the edge off the woman's troubles.

And Corva's hunger.

"You don't need to thank me, Mrs. Leer," Corva said quietly. "This is my job, and I'm glad to help."