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bullet-prooflove · 2 months

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Red Rag - Nick Torres x Reader

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It’s well known that Nick Torres and Dale Sawyer don’t get on.

Sawyer’s arrogant, ambitious and a complete dick.

Despite his reputation as a lone wolf Nick is actually a pack animal. He’s fiercely protective of his team, of his place in the hierarchy. It’s taken him a long time to acclimate but now that he’s settled, he’ll do anything to defend his position. He knows that Sawyer is gunning for it, he has been since he made the move onto this floor.

Despite his shortfalls Sawyer is actually a good agent. He’s observant, detail orientated. That’s how he realises that things have changed between you and Nick. There’s always been a little something there, the two of you have known each other a long time. It’s not unusual to see you together.

It’s the body language, he realises. Nick lingers in your proximity these days, he smiles more, there’s a look in his eyes when he meets your gaze that Sawyer would never have associated with Nick Torres.

Sawyer catches a lucky break when the day shift ask him to go undercover as a cage fighter. The plan is for him and Torres to fight one another in hopes of meeting the brains behind the outfit. Torres has the undercover experience, so he’s been designated the winner.

It rankles Sawyer just a little. He’s younger, fitter than the other man. He just hasn’t had the opportunity to prove himself yet. He considers Torres a loose cannon, unworthy of the position he’s acquired. He’s had problems with alcohol in the past, he’s sober now apparently, has been over a year but it’s not the mark of a good agent. He’s the weak link in the team, the one Sawyer has to unbalance if he wants a spot on the day shift and he knows just the way to do it.

The case is an important one, there’s national security at stake so Director Vance is there to oversee their initial training session. They’re supposed to be choreographing the fight, figuring out each other’s fighting styles. Torres keeps it controlled to Sawyer’s surprise, the stories he’s heard about Torres is that he’s a brawler. Sawyer knows he needs to hit the nuclear button if he wants to show the Director that he’s got what it takes to succeed.

Torres’s fighting style is aggressive, Sawyer telegraphs his moves carefully. When Nick swings in for a body blow, he captures his arm, whipping him around so his back is pressed against Sawyer’s chest, Sawyer’s arm locks around the other agent’s throat. The two of them grapple for a minute before Sawyer hisses.

“I fucked her too you know?”

It’s like waving a red rag in front of a bull.

Torres snaps, his left elbow jabbing right into his solar plexus. It winds Sawyer for a second but that second is all Torres needs to turn the tables. He’s on him in an instant, that raw anger contorting his features as he lashes out, punching Sawyer in the face again and again. He’s lucky he’s wearing the headguard, because every single one of those punches would have done some serious damage.

Its McGee that pulls Torres off him, the Director getting in between the two of them forcing them apart. Sawyer complies immediately, backing off, his eyes on Torres as he wipes the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. He can see the fire in the other man, the tension in his jaw and he knows without a doubt if MeGee didn’t have hands on him, Torres would come at him again.

“Save it for the ring.” Director Vance snaps, jabbing his finger at Torres. “You’re going to need it.”

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the-martyrfication-of-the-matron · 23 hours

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Hi!!! Back into your askbox with another wip

This time we have Miss Baker girl who's also literally one of the most powerful magic users in Ru'aun and her bf future husband who's newly the headguard, previously pirate boy. Or more simply. Mcd Dana wip. Would take place while the 15 years time skip, probably around a year or so after his break up with Nicole. I started this drawing with laurmau in mind, actually, but it evolved

i love Mcd dana....

and i love how you draw them

the cuties of my life oh my god

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its-my-whump · 1 month

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Whumpril 2024 - Day 22

Stoicism breaks

@whumpril

Tw: gore and fight

He was a calm person, nice, a man of little words. He kept to himself, but not in an unsympathic overly pride way. It more seemed, that he was fine with himself, not needing to prove anything, nor to himself, neither to the world around.

He was a tall young man, normally build, even though, one could only guess, under his casual, but professional clothes. His long brown hair usually in a ponytail. Even though his boss didn't like it, he had kindy denied to every cut it or speak about this topic ever again. Their normally chatty boss was muzzled, probably for the first time in his career.

He was treating everybody with kindness and respect, he was a calm person, people liked to be around, mostly in silence.

But some days his knuckles were slightly red, not only his female colleagues recognised. The rumours were going from an allergy to bathing himself in bleach. They repeatedly came to the point, that this even-tempered man was working here for 2 years and yet they knew nothing about his personal life.

Stories, situations and impressions were compared. So someone had seen him vanish in the restroom with a sudden nosebleed, another one had too. Maybe he was fatally ill, but he usually looked too healthy. One or both ears looked slightly swallon some days. Those few days, he was wearing his hair open. The frontdesk lady had added, that his nose must have been broken. Somedays his smooth movements seemed a bit sore. Maybe despite the hours, he was probably working one or more other jobs, people discussed. His clothes were fitting for his job, but nothing fancy. Maybe he had a family or was devorced or needed to pay a loan shark or had a bunch for children.

The speculations were piling up, so that colleagues started to throw him hidden looks and paint their own little colorful picture of who this man really was.

Little did they know.

×××

On a fridaynight Freddy went out with his buddy for some beers and watching an event, his friend kept quiet about. It was a tiny door in some backstreet, even going there felt spooky and kind of illegal. Through a hallway and under the critical eyes of a security guy in front of another door, they entered. It was a large room, bright light in the middle, the audiance was gathering around, the rest only dimly lighted. It must have been a few hundred people, happily cheering and chatting. Everything smelled like beer and smoke. Freddy was a bit smaller than the average, so he needed to pass the crowd to see, what was going on and were his buddy had dragged him. Parts of the audiance were shouting, what sounded like encouragement or disappointment.

"What is this?" Freddy asked his buddy, while a beer was put into his hand. The other man just smiled and started to make their way towards the middle of the room. Freddy followed.

×××

The fist had landed between his ribs and pressed all air out of him with a huff, but he was fast enough to tense his abs, so his opponent's fist must hurt like hell too. Blood was rushing in his ears, his head was spinning a bit, being tightly pressed together by the headguard, but couldn't take all the brunt from the hits he had already caught.

He blocked the next swing to his face by raising his left arm. Sweaty skin and tense muscles of both hit hard against each other. His arm felt numb for a brief second. A second too long and the opponent's other fist smacked against the cushion above his jaw right into his right cheek.

The punch hit hard and fast, it felt like his teeth came lose, when his head was painfully smacked to the side. The impact swiped him of his feet. The bloody taste in his mouth was newly refreshed, as he bite down more on the biting piece.

During his fall, he managed to kick away the other man's shin and both ended up on the matt. His shoulder bumped into the ground and disloged a painful grunt. But the motion of the fall gave him enough to roll to his side and take his rival into a chokehold, wrapping his legs around the bigger man's body. The skin above his shin, where he kicked out the man's leg was dark red already. Both were grunting and struggling. Entangled, they wiggled on the floor for a bit.

Usually, his eyes didn't leave the cage during a fight, but the pair of eyes, that was staring at him from the other side of the fency in fear and disbelive got his attention. They were almost at eyelevel.

×××

Freddy's buddy had dragged him right in front of the brightly enlightened cage in the middle of the room. Every step closer, he started to realise, what kind of an event his friend had lead him to. They found a spot right in front of the fence. "THIS! Is bloodsports!" His buddy happily called out, opening his arms and swinging his beer in a gesture to present the picture in front of them.

Two tall man fighting an ugly sport in a cage. He could only see them from the side. One was a bit more muscular, older, his nose bloody. Red in his face and on his naked chest. Both bodys covered in sweat, he could see tense muscles moving under skin. The bigger guy landed a decent punch between the other one's ribs. Freddy almost jackknifed more than the thinner fighter did. Air audibly left the man's lungs and the grunt was carried over the cheering crowd. The following left block, forearm against forearm looked as if both of those arms should have been broken instantly. But they didn't, the impact only made a strong, hurtful sounding 'thud' and they went on.

The next punch to the thinner, defently a bit younger man, made Freddy actually close his eyes refexively. That definitely hurt, his stomach flipped, but he prayed his eyes open again, just to see them both bump painfully hard into the ground.

How did he do that?

This man's ears must be ringing and he must be seeing starts by that strong hit to his face and yet he made the other one fall as well. The matt on the floor didn't look like it was very comfortable at all, or that it could do more, than to stop their fall, as would do the naked floor.

He was sure the smaller fighter was done, when that big fist made his head snap to the side. But now, there on the floor, he got the upper hand again and wrapped his long legs around the guy, that had at least 15 lbs more muscle than him.

Freddy's reservation and fear were pulled back by curiousety and astonishment. Suddenly he realised something familar in the man's face. The headguard was making it hard to see.

Hah, maybe his colleague had a twin-brother, his head joked silently. This man really looked like him, but never could this fighter and this calm, silent, well-balanced man from work.... their eyes met through wire-mesh.

The recognition in the other man's eyes was all what he needed to confirm. Freddy just stared into Andrew's eyes, not believing that this fighter, covered in blood and sweat, holding an even bigger man in a chockhold on the ground, could ever be his colleague from work, professionally dressed, kindly refusing to participate in a lunchbreak with the others. Never!

Andrew's eyes lit up and his lips parted a bit, revealing a bloody biting piece and an disturbingly happy and confident smile as he saw Freddy.

"Holy fucking hell!" Freddy yelled out, as his head finally pitched it together. "RIGHT! He's a beast, isn't he!" His buddy laught at Freddy.

"Yeah and an account."

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Headguard of Fulmination

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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There’s got to be someone back home who helps Amilia right? She’s not entirely alone?

-> Teams Of Endermeant // Jake Seresin

Running Interference // Jake Seresin

She has an Inez Bayliss. Her Flatmate.

Jake definitely goes to one of Amilia’s Saturday Afternoon Rugby League Games and he definitely feels out of place. He doesn’t understand what’s going on half the time, majority—if not all the women surrounding him could take him out with the snap of a finger and his heart definitely sinks into the pit of his stomach when Amilia takes a particularly hard tackle.

“Ah—it’ll buff out.” Inez, Amilias flatmate, just shrugged and nudged the worried 6ft Flyboy sitting in the camp chair beside her. She knows he feels out of place, a little lost and in the whirlwind culture shock. She also isn’t all that inclined to help him assimilate. She watched Amilia almost crumple in on herself like a black hole because of Jake. She watched her friend nearly lose herself completely and now she was watching Amilia fall for the same guy who broke her heart like a dog who liked to be kicked. She wasn’t about to let that happen. Inez Bayliss was not about to let her friend fall back in love with this American lunatic who showed up out of the blue like she would in some poorly written fanfiction. “Hit ‘em where it hurts Oz! Go for a run babe!”

Jake was trying his best to fix what he knew was broken. He knew it was going to take a lot to earn Amilias trust again, especially after the whole ‘You showed me just how fucking easy it was to forget about me.’ Argument that ended with something that rivaled a hate fuck.

Inez found Jake in Amilias bed the next morning—it wasn’t pretty.

“So like—Why aren’t any of them wearing any protection?” Jake knew that Amilia was wearing a mouthguard, in terms of ‘protection’ that’s as far as anyone really took it. “It’s a contact sport?” Inez was pretty content sitting on the sideline, she tore her hamstring a few weeks back and was benched for the rest of the season. What she wasn’t content with was playing babysitter.

“Because it’s Australian Rugby League?” Inez replied with a frown. “The most you’ll ever get is a headguard but you won’t ever see someone run out full head to two decked out in all that crap you Yanks wear.” Jake nodded and tried to commit the fact that he probably wasn’t Inez’s favourite person on planet earth to memory as he watched with his jaw unhinged as Amilia, the inside centre, made a play—she had broken through and taken off towards the try line like the devil was chasing after her.

He was.

“Go you good thing!” Inez jumped out of her chair, raising the Great Northern beer can in her hand. “Run Chook! RUN!” Jake was quick to follow, he rose to his feet and cheered and shouted and even turned to pick Inez up in excitement and celebration when Amilia dove over the line, sliding on her stomach into the grass before he jumped up to celebrate with her team. It was truly a sight.

Inez hasn’t seen Amilias true happiness shine through in months. That spark was just about to ignite into a flame before Jake showed up.

It sent the crowd into a frenzy as the halftime buzzer sounded and Amilia came jogging back to the sideline where Jake was waiting for her. She beamed at him as she ran straight to him, like being in his presence was her home.

“You were holding out on me whenever we played dogfight football.” Jake took Amilia in for all she was worth. She was dirty and sweaty and looked too beautiful to ever want to let go again. The Australian heat had done her justice.

“Didn’t play rugby then.” Is all Amilia replied with as she took her mouthguard out and took the powerade Inez offered her. “Picked it up just after you got hitched—“ Things weren’t great and Jake wasn’t off the hook, but the way Amilia tapped his chest with her open palm before she let Jake wrap her up under his arm made him believe she was letting her guard down a little. She was letting him in again.

She was.

“You look pretty good out there Fisher.” Jake cooed as he pulled back and let Amilia squeeze the blue powerade into her mouth. “That girl with the orange hair hit you hard just before.”

“You watching me Seresin?” There was a glint in Amilias eye, Jake didn’t know what to think but he swore she was flirting with him?

“Only reason I’m here.” Before Amilia could keep the moment alive, her name was being called from the distance.

“Amilia!” It’s a deep, low, damn near baritone voice that’s drawing all Amilias attention away from Jake and over to her team that’s ready to go over a few plays. “Get over here!” She goes off without another word but looks over her shoulder to see if Jake was checking her out.

He most certainly was.

“You know, it’s gonna take a hell of a lot more than you flying out to grovel for her to come around.” Inez caught Jake's attention as she handed him a beer. He took it without hesitation. “She built a sarcophagus around her heart the day she found out you got married, mate, so just be thankful she's taking it out on these bitches and not on you.”

Jake just watched as Amilia talks with her team, their discussing strategies for the second half and sucking on a few oranges. He can’t help but to think that if he couldn’t fix this he’d never be the same again. Jake needed to call you—he needed advice, he needed his best friend.

“Did she ever talk to anyone?” It was a heavy question to ask at a local community footy match, but regardless Inez answered with sincerity as she sized Jake up.

“Listen Flyboy, you ain’t shitin my book.” She started as she sat back down to watch the second half of the game. The team had switched sides, Amilia was right in front of them. “But when someone’s heart is overloaded with pain? They don’t cry, they just go silent and turn to whatever outlet they can to try and help em through it.”

Reality set it real quick for Jake. Amilia wasn’t doing this for the love of the game. She’d done it to hurt herself. To feel something.

“She started playing rugby league, because of my marriage—“ Inez nodded along and popped the P on her small but audible ‘yep’

“She couldn’t hit you or your fucking wife from half way across the world could she?” Inez chuckled as she took a sip of her beer, basking in the sun of the mid afternoon. “And then you showed up out of the blue saying you got annulled and want her back and that you love her—“ Inez wasn’t making it hard for Jake to read between the lines, she was spelling it out for him on a kindergarten level.

He wasn’t liked and he wasn’t forgiven.

“For the record, I never stopped loving her, shit just got complicated real quick.” Jake had only met Inez once before and that interaction had gone exactly like this one. She was in Amilias corner with her whole ass heart. To get to her? Jake had to go through Inez first and that was going to be a real challenge.

“Complicated enough for you to marry someone else while she waisted away on the couch like some kicked puppy you tossed out on the street?” The argument was getting heated and heated quickly. Jake tore his attention away from the game as he frowned at Inez.

“Listen I don’t know what your problem is—“

“You’re my fucking problem mate!”

“I don’t know what I need to do to prove to you I’m all in with her!”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe not go out and marry someone the literal day after you told Amilia you still loved her!!” Jake didn’t know Inez knew, but she did. The look smeared across Jake's face told her everything she needed to know. “Yeah—I carried her upstairs on my fucking back that night because she was distraught.” Jake squared his shoulders as Inez shoved at his chest. He didn’t falter. “All you showed her was just how not good enough she was for you, and now that you’re here? I’m afraid she’s gonna let you ruin her again and I can’t pull her out of that hole again, this times on you mate but if she falls for the same bullshit you fed her a second time? Oh brother, am I gonna have the rehab centre on speed dial.”

“I’m not going to break her heart again—“

Jake said it through a clenched jaw and a thick accent that made Inez want to gag. “I need her.”

“But she doesn’t need you.”

“Oh!” Jake and Inez had been too busy arguing back and forth to witness the stunning collision between Amilia and another woman on the other team. As Jake turned to see what all the commotion was about he saw Amilia cupping at her face as she took a knee.

“Fuck that can’t be good—“ Inez cringed.

“Oh my god is she bleeding?” Bleeding Amilia was, she’d collided and collided hard with the scrum half and knocked her head. Her nose was cut and had begun to bleed furiously. It looked a hell of a lot worse than it really was.

“She’ll be right, Jackos going in.” Inez and Jake watched as the league’s safety rep in the yellow jersey ran out onto the field as Amilia jogged closer, cupping her nose to try and stop the blood from dripping into her mouth and down her chin.

Jake didn’t like the way he cupped her cheeks to check the damage done. He didn’t like the way this Jacko guy tilted Amilias head back so she could look up at him. He didn’t like the way he got so close to her face he could have been going in for a kiss if she wasn’t bleeding. He didn’t like the way Amilia laughed so genuinely at something he must’ve said and he didn’t like the way his hands lingered an awful lot longer on Amilias face than they really should have.

“Who’s that guy?” It was a feeling Jake hadn’t experienced in a hell of a long time. Jealousy.

“That, is Jackson Stewart, the safety rep.” Inez explained through a wicked grin, she loved this. She watched with glee as the jealousy inside Jake Seresin began to bubble over. He wanted Amilia back so bad he was just gonna have to put in the work. “He’s also her ex—“

Jake’s heart sank into his stomach as he watched Amilia nod at some Jack had said. She was bloodied and needed tape. But she looked over Jack's shoulder to where Jake was standing and smiled softly his way. It was so fake even Jake could tell it had been forced.

“Her who?”

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