Kinktober Day 3: Tentacles
Overwatch, r76, magic AU.
I missed Kinktober Day 2, bah, and also failed to get to the actual kink for this one. Also bah. For @petitecreme, who gave me a bunch of Halloweeny prompts!
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Jack has waited for a year. A year since Gabriel died. Only no, he hadn’t really died, had he? They’d been fighting that warlock coven in Helsinki, and Jack had fucked up. He’d let himself be lured out of position, trying to duel the coven master, and his mistake let them open the gate for their hellmonster before anyone could stop them.
And it was Gabriel, always the hero, who shoved Jack to the side when the beast’s great glowing maw had lunged for him. Gabriel, who’d screamed like a man whose soul was being ripped from his body as it chewed on him.
They’d driven it back, but nothing Jack could do had stopped it from taking Gabriel with it.
His soul has spent a year in its furnace of a belly by now, the energies of his spirit and all the others it’s eaten endlessly chewed and shredded to stoke its power. But Jack knows how to get him back.
It’s Samhain again, a year and a day after Gabriel was torn out of this dimension. The walls between worlds are thinner now than at any other time of the year, and Jack stands in the center of a summoning circle drawn with his own blood. It’s Gabriel’s blood too, through the power of their bonds and sworn oaths, and with those ties Jack can reach further and more powerfully than he should be able to and call the shade of his lover back from his imprisonment.
He hated every moment he had to wait. He wanted to rip a hole between worlds and march straight into that hell dimension to drag Gabriel back. He would’ve done it on the spot, if he’d had any chance of surviving there long enough to get to Gabriel and tear him out of that thing.
But waiting is over. He pours his own magic into the funnel of the sigils, fuels it with his own love and pain, and the lines of the circle light up around him.
He sinks down through the walls of the world and feels them part for him. Stretches to his utmost for the sense of Gabriel he can feel. Sinks his fingers into it, and pulls.
The inner edges of the circle split and black pours out, flooding into the circle around Jack’s feet like rising waters. Jack watches it, brow furrowed. “Oh, Gabriel…”
He has no body left. He died that day Jack watched him fall through the hole to the hell dimension. This is the pure fluid substance of his soul–poisoned with the corruption of his suffering.
Jack. Jack can feel the word vibrate in him on a level apart from speech. It rings with rage and betrayal. For the first time, Jack flinches back from the blackness reaching for him.
But it’s all around him, and Gabriel won’t brook his retreat from the consequences of his own actions. A pseudopod stretches out to grab him. It lashes up around his legs and hips, yanks him down to his knees.
Don’t you dare. You owe me this.
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