#i finally made something with them . now they can die /j
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made a comic! what happens when 2 guys accidentally adopt a demonic cat
read the rest under the cut!
#been a while since i posted these sillies... if you remember jake and harley thgen i love you .#if the read more doesnt work then im sorry for the long ass post jdfklhgdl#original character#oc#comic#procreate#illustration#digital art#koob art#jake#harley#i finally made something with them . now they can die /j#i made this for RICE! and i truly busted my ass for it ajkfldshklgsdf#im like so truly not a writer and i dont consider myself to be creative lol so even if this isnt the best comic of all time#im still really proud that i made it :-]
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DISC WAR FINALE - TUMBLR SIMULATOR
(The posts here are ordered from least to most recent, since I figured it was a better experience to read them chronologically.)
🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow
Mwahahaha… They'll never find my evil lair where I do evil things. Evilly. That I gave them a compass to
#sorry for vagueing #everything I do is mysterious
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💿 fuckdream123 Follow
just said my final goodbyes before my inevitable death and my friend couldn't even be assed to put on a shirt??
#cw nudity
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💿 fuckdream123 Follow
boats are so fucking boring man send me some asks or something
🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow
I'm about to kill you, can you please take this seriously
💿 fuckdream123 Follow
why'd you make it so fucking far away
🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow
Sorry I didn't realize you were THIS SLOW
💿 fuckdream123 Follow
can you just give us the coords
🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow
Then it wouldn't be dramatic
💿 fuckdream123 Follow
it's not dramatic when you're having a whole ass conversation about it either
💿 fuckdream123 Follow
fuck i shouldn't have posted that. who am i gonna talk to now i'm fucking lonely i have no one
🐝 what-if-bees-had-nukes Follow
hi
💿 fuckdream123 Follow
no one at all
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🥇 dreamsno1traitor Follow
EVERYONE SHOULD BE AT THE PORTAL!
If you don't see one of your mutuals here please tag them, it's gonna ruin the moment if someone shows up late
🥚 baddestboi-withahalo Follow
@evilwarcriminal
🔥 murdered-yo-fave-pet Follow
DELETE THIS
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💿 fuckdream123 Follow
#rigging is allowed
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🐝 what-if-bees-had-nukes Follow
he has an elevator, we're doomed.
🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow
Can you get off your phone. I'm trying to monologue
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New ask game cause I'm sick of waiting, tell me what you think dream is doing rn and I'll tell you how much death I think he deserves
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🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow
I'm kinda busy rn but can someone remind me later to post my villain monologue? It's only a first draft but I had to spend all my time setting up my lair. And also blowing up that country a few weeks ago
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🐈 antthecatmaid Follow
I stg punz is being so sus. what's he even waiting for. he better be paying by the hour
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🐝 what-if-bees-had-nukes Follow
listen I think I'm gonna die dream is about to take my phone the coords are
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Fuck this I'm going through @dreamsno1traitor
🥇 dreamsno1traitor Follow
WAIT I NEED TO GO FIRST STICK TO THE SCRIPT
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HOOOLY SHIT BITCH BOY LOOK AT THIS BITCH BOY BITCH DROP YOUR ITEMS IN THE HOLE ✨BITCH✨
#cw nudity #again #can people please wear clothes around me thanks
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🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow
/ tw prison
/ tw loss of canon lives
/ tw near death experience
/ tw getting defeated by your archnemesis
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I won't be able to post for a while.
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🦆 stabbyduck69 Follow
ooooohhh look at me i'm skeppy! in the skeppy cage!! can't believe that fucker made this wtf is this place
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okay i'm done now bad where did you go @baddestboi-withahalo i need to get out again @baddestboi-withahalo @baddestboi-withahalo @baddestboi-withahalo
💎 goodestboi-withahalo Follow
Thank you for accepting this job opportunity
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🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow
Guys get out of my inbox. Your hate anons aren't even effective if I don't have a phone in prison
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🧨 deadpresident2 Follow
Hey I'm back from the dead
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REALLY????
🧨 deadpresident2 Follow
Sorry forgot the /j
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Good job today guys. Yeah. Woo. I'm very happy.
#forgive me if I sound too excited
🐝 what-if-bees-had-nukes Follow
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#I need to be vague about this cause he follows me on here #but I think my best friend almost just traded my life for two pieces of plastic #it was a pretty stressful situation though #ig I can't complain too much #am I weird for thinking that's not normal for a friendship? #sorry #I'm probably being unreasonable #they were some really nice pieces of plastic #you can lmk what you think in dms if you want #just please don't send me asks about this situation #I really don't want him to see #neg #discourse
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🦆 stabbyduck69 Follow
it's great that we got dream but we need to go after @.bloodforthebloodgod next
🐷 bloodforthebloodgod Follow
what's happening what
🦆 stabbyduck69 Follow
go away i thought i blocked you
💿 fuckdream123 Follow
FUCKKJL YOU TECHNOO
🐝 what-if-bees-had-nukes Follow
technoblade is cringe
🐷 bloodforthebloodgod Follow
you literally tagged me
🦆 stabbyduck69 Follow
yeah cause i needed my followers to know where to send the death threats
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🔱 warden-of-the-vault Follow
Pandora's Vault is now open to visitors!
Just be aware that the entry process is a lengthy one with several waivers to sign. Plus there are a couple of annoying manual searches along the way. The prisoner is also highly dangerous, he will get inside your head and control your thoughts, transforming you into a servant to his every whim, destroying your very soul from within. I'd recommend not visiting at all actually. You can if you want but I wouldn't. If I were you. That's just me though.
#just me and him
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(Here's another dsmp dash simulator post I made!)
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Maybe I want Him to Bite...(Lucifer Selfie Card Prologue React III) *Spoilers*
You know the drill lovelies...back it up to part 2 if this is the first part you're seeing!! ->
From there you can be linked back to Part 1 if you haven't read that first either. If you've read both, yay you made it to the final part! Let's goooo (༎ຶꈊ༎ຶ╬)
Alright so let's see what' this goofy ahh bitch did...
We done broke all the rules up in here and I'm-
Good LORD he looks like that????
I was startled because I'm like oh no boo you gonna have to warn me before you pull a "jeff the killer, creepypasta, the rake, smile dog" on me. /j
LMAO I can hear this even though MC doesn't have a set voice.
And everyone else was silent asf like not saying a goddamn thing. Even Gamigin who's usually loud as fuck was saying nothing. LMAO
Yes MC, you did. All in order too like? XD Even though this is some shit I'd do personally, I would also be like "Oh damn I didn't die??"
And Lucifer was like "What are you talking about?" and MC was panicking trying to get an answer from the nobles being like hello????? but silently and Marbas and Morax hit em' with the-
"Ah so staring at him and touch his snake doesn't do anything. Got it."
This would have been me.
Because what do you mean?????? YOU HAD RULES AND WAS JUST THROWING MC OUT THERE WITHOUT CONFIRMATION????
This is why I have trust issues. Lol
So it turns out Lucifer was reacting the way he was out of being startled, not because he was going to end someone's life. But I think we all know what he looks like when he actually is out here in murder mode. The event was clear in that regard.
So Lucifer calms down the snake on his clothing, and MC comes up to also touch it out of curiosity. So this tells us, the snake doesn't really cause any harm per say...but I'm sure it does something more so give Lucifer the power to do something.
Snake boi
MC apologizes and well Lucifer doesn't really understand why for a moment (he does laugh at the action though mostly from amusement). But MC lets it be known that they are apologizing to the snake and him.
WAIT WAIT WAIT "Child of Adam?????" AYO? I need more lore about why he said that, which I can only guess why he said that. (and honestly, now I'm thinking of Adam from Hazbin Hotel lmao)
But I mean, this statement just shows he's a least learning to observe MC for their own personality. Not Solomon's.
MC is confused tho, but Lucifer is like "You're amusing"
ANd then????
HE BITE?????
HE BITEEE
h e
b i t e
Stop. Why is this so hot?
HES SO GODDAMN HOT????? BITE ME SOME MORE????!?!?!?!
SO AFTER HE BITES MC HE ORDERS THEM TO TOUCH HIM?
And this is where I was freaking out on that post. Because I had a headcanon I didn't share here, that because of Lucifer's power he could basically order you to do whatever and you'd have to carry that out.
i.e. If he said you aren't allowed to touch yourself ever unless I give you permission, that means no matter how horny you are you can't get off or do anything until he says so and that brings in a whole new kind of foreplay/dominance type thing where literally his word is to be followed. But at the same time....there could be loopholes if you're smart enough to figure them out and want to be a brat.
Whoever gets his card and unlocks the rest of the story?? I'll be waiting patiently.
Okay, so I'm gonna say that from this prologue alone, his selfie card is possibly the best selfie story out of the 5 kings. I was vibin' with Mammon's but this one rightchea?
Phew. Mostly because I wanna see how Luci gets down and it already seems like his venom is some kind of aphrodisiac. Because sheesh MC was getting worked up and horny quite immediately from being bitten and you know what?
I wonder if you can extract the venom and have it applied to foods for the same effect...(Don't tell Bimet he'd capitalize on that shit)
But man. I told you all that once his card released I'd probably stop caring about Juno and transition over and well that happened. (still gonna do the reader fic though)
It's funny also that I did this prologue faster than I did his event which I STILL have yet to post about. lol
But as always lovelies, I thank you for sticking through my crazy reacts
-your lovely admin ♥( ˆ⌣ ˆԅ)
#whb#what in hell is bad#whb lucifer#whb paradise lost bois 🤍#whb gamigin#whb spoilers#L card spoilers#whb selfie cards#part three had a lot of gifs which is fine because lol
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Drugs
Request: JJ x sister reader. Summary: Y/n gets caught with drugs on her, like maybe jj or john b found them. But they flush them out thinking she is taking them, however they weren’t for her and now her dad will be pissed.
JJ Maybank x sister!reader
Summary: JJ and John B find drugs in Y/N's bag.
Warnings: drugs, that's it really
a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy!
(gif not mine)
"Hey, man, you got a charger?" John B asks. "Mine broke."
"Uh... yeah. Should be in the nightstand or something." JJ says.
John B goes into the room and looks around for the charger.
"I can't find it." John B calls out.
"Um... oh! You know what? I gave it to Y/N. Check in her bag." JJ says.
"Uh... J?" John B calls after a few seconds.
"You find it?" JJ asks.
"Not exactly." John B walks out of the room, holding a bag up. "You're gonna be pissed."
"What? She break it?" JJ asks before looking up and freezing. "Is-- is that what I think it is?"
"Coke? Yeah." John B nods.
"Are you fucking kidding me? What is she, a fucking idiot?" JJ gets up and walks over.
"What do you wanna do?" John B asks.
"Get rid of this shit and then fucking kill her." JJ says.
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Y/N gets to the chateau, JJ and John B barely acknowledging her arrival. She goes to the bedroom and knowing she needs to go give Luke his drugs now. She grabs her bag and unzips it, looking for the bag of drugs. Her eyebrows furrow when she doesn't find them and she digs through the contents.
Dumping everything out onto the bed, she rifles through it.
"Looking for something?" Y/N jumps at JJ's voice, finding him leaning against the doorway.
"Uh... it just-- look, there was--"
"You had coke? Yeah, we know." JJ says.
"You-- well, where is it?" Y/N asks.
"Um... definitely long gone by now." John B says, standing by JJ.
"Wh-- do you guys know how expensive that shit is? I don't have more money for that!" Y/N exclaims.
"Good. Cause you don't need more of it. Weed's one thing, dumbass, coke is a whole different ball game." JJ says.
"Do you realize how much that cost?!"
"It's gonna cost you your fucking life if you don't stop. And I would prefer to die before you." JJ says.
"You-- oh, my God, you think it's mine?" She asks.
"Why else would you have it?!" JJ questions.
"Yeah, that, uh, holding it for a friend excuse doesn't work. Especially when all of your friends are us." John B says.
"Dad made me get his drugs!" Y/N exclaims making JJ freeze.
"What?" JJ quietly asks.
"Dad made me go get them from that fuckhead Barry! What, you really thought I would do drugs? After growing up with him? Are you fucking joking?!" Y/N asks.
"Y/N, I-- I was just worried." JJ says.
"Yeah, well, now I get to come back here black and blue when I go home and tell dad I lost his fucking drugs!" Y/N screams, shoving past both boys and storming outside.
"Wa-- wait, Y/N! Y/N!" JJ chases after her. "Y/N, stop! Hey!" He barks, finally getting her to turn back.
"What?" She asks.
"There's no way in hell you're going home. He's gonna fucking kill you."
"And whose fault is that?" Y/N bellows, JJ flinching a little, guilt consuming him.
"Look, I'm sorry. Okay? I just-- I didn't think that dad would send you to pick up his drugs. And-- and I thought you were taking them which scared the fucking hell out of me cause God knows I can not lose another person to that shit."
Y/N softens a little, but she's still mad.
"Look, I-I'll go, and I'll take the blame. I'll say you lent me your bag and I lost the drugs, he'll take it out on me." JJ says.
"That doesn't make me feel much better." Y/N grumbles.
"Well, it's better me than you. All right? You know that."
"That's not better. Maybe to you, but it's not like you deserve for him to beat you up. Especially every time you take the heat for something I did."
"I'm older. It's my job to make sure you don't get hurt. And then I'll try to pick up some extra shifts and I'll get the money for his shit and we can get him more of that bullshit. All right?"
"I'm not letting you go home." Y/N states. "I'll help John B to tie you to the fucking bed if I have to. You're not going home. This could push him too far and it'd be warranting a fucking death sentence."
"Y/N/N..."
"No. I'm gonna knock you out, tie you up, whatever. You're not going. We'll figure out the money and then go home when we have the drugs."
"We're probably gonna get hit then, anyways. Especially if he gave you a certain time to get the drugs and you missed it. He'll kill you."
"Okay, so, can we just not fucking deal with it right now? We're both so stubborn, how about we just stay here? Whoever doesn't go home the longest wins."
"You realize we grew up with me letting you win games, right?"
"You did not." Y/N argues.
"I did." JJ nods. "Unless it was some sort of word game or something."
"Okay, well, then... first one to go home has to-- has to do something really disgusting. Or... or kiss John B."
"Ew." JJ grimaces.
"Exactly." Y/N says. "Just... neither of us go home alone."
"Fine. Fine, I won't go home." JJ relents.
"If I see you with a different skin tone later, I'm killing you myself." Y/N threatens.
"Duly noted. Sorry I, uh... sorry I fucked it all up." JJ says. "He shouldn't be making you get your drugs, anyway."
"Yeah, trust me, I agree. But he's a piece of shit. What else would you expect?" Y/N rolls her eyes.
JJ wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side, and he ruffles her hair.
"I'm an idiot, but you're stuck with me." JJ says.
"You sure 'bout that?" Y/N asks.
"You're gonna have to kill me if you ever wanna get rid of me. It's also my job to annoy the hell out of you and I plan to fulfill that role." JJ grins.
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#jj maybank#jj maybank x sister reader#jj maybank x sister!reader#obx#outer banks#obx jj#outer banks jj
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In case you missed it...
I'm currently posting a fic a day over on Ao3 for my Tropetober A-Z event on Patreon last year. It's a different character every day from different fandoms, mostly smutty (you know me). All red underlined links lead to AO3, please read the warnings on individual stories 😘
The fics:
A: Alpha/Beta/Omega - Winter Nights
(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) You’re an Omega who lives at Kaer Morhen, unmated but belonging, almost like a pack Omega to the Alpha Witchers; Geralt, Coen, Lambert and Vesemir, though the elder Witcher is long past any need for you. Geralt is close to rut when he returns, and seeks you out.
B: Bodyswap - Worth The Wait
(John Winchester x fem!reader) Some supernatural beings don’t want to hurt anyone, they just want to prove a point.
C: Character Death - The One Good Thing
(Negan x fem!reader) You waited so long to have him back, and he’s waited so long to get back to you, now you can be happy again… right?
D: Dark fic - On Our Terms
(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) A sorcerer out for revenge leaves you in a dangerous position, and you’re not sure you’re going to make it out of this one.
E: Enemies To Lovers - Trapped
(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) An incident on a mission leaves you and Bucky trapped in a vault. Being sealed in a relatively small space is a problem on its own, but you’re faced with another dilemma; you absolutely hate Bucky Barnes.
F: Fake Dating - Keeping Up Appearances
(John Winchester x fem!reader) You haven’t heard from John in three months, after he abandoned you, but now he needs your help on a case. Are you willing to ignore your feelings to help him?
G: Glad To Be Alive - All Is Not Lost
(Negan x fem!reader) A sequel to "The One Good Thing" which was letter C of Tropetober.
H: High School Sweethearts - Bittersweet
(Steve Rogers x fem!reader) In any time or place, she'd love him.
I: I Don't Want To Ruin Our Friendship - Mistakes
(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) She took a chance and it broke her heart - can Bucky fix the mistake he made?
J: Just Friends - Nightcap
(John Winchester x fem!reader) She’s sick of correcting everyone, and alcohol loosens the tongue.
K: Kiss Of Life - Near Miss
(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) Geralt saves your life, then reminds you to never nearly die again.
L: Love Potion - A Wee Favor
(Dean Winchester x fem!reader x Sam Winchester) Dreams can come true.
M: Mates - Crossed Paths
(Alpha!Geralt Of Rivia x Omega!fem!reader) Destiny put them in each other's way for a reason.
N: New Old Flame - Always Yes
(John Winchester x fem!reader) They came so close to something special, only to have it torn away; is there any hope left for them now?
O: One True Love - Backseat Lover
(Dean Winchester x fem!reader) He's been keeping a secret from her, and when they're stranded alone for hours, he finally has to come clean.
P: Please Don't Leave Me - Vigil
(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) He's halfway through a mission when something he can't fight happens.
Q: Queen Size Bed - Never Have I Ever
(John Winchester x fem!reader x Dean Winchester) Drinking can lead to all sorts of decisions, luckily, these are good ones.
R: Roommates - Sleepless
(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) Turns out, the solution to the problem was there all along.
S: Soulmates - Runaway
(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) You run away from the life your parents want for you, and finally find your soulmate in the most unlikely of places.
T: Time Travel - Time Breaks All Things
(John Winchester x fem!reader) - A misstep on a case puts them somewhere they didn't expect to be, and they're not sure if there's a way home again.
U: Unresolved Sexual Tension - Seize The Sam
(Sam Winchester x fem!reader) Dean "Matchmaker" Winchester strikes again.
V: Virgin - Life Lessons
(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) The night that Geralt learned his most valuable life lessons…
W: Werewolf - The Wolf Moon
(Henry Cavill x fem!reader) A night of camping leads her right into the arms of fate.
X: Xenafication - Rough
(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) Something changes you, and Geralt isn't sure it's a good thing.
Y: You Can't Fight Fate - Ships In The Night
(Dean Winchester x fem!reader) She keeps running to avoid heartbreak but she's breaking all the same.
Z: Zombies - Full
(Negan Smith x fem!reader) She knows she shouldn't, but the problem is, she wants to, real bad.
If you do check any of the fics out, please let me know what you think 😊
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If I became the Monster...
If I became the monster, and threw that guilt away
Would that make us stronger?
Would it keep our foes at bay?
If I became the monster to everyone but us
And made sure we got home again
Who would care if we're unjust
If I became the
Lyrics from "Monster" from Epic the Musical
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Guys, this is Meta Knight's song... it fits him perfectly!
This scene takes place around the time of Garlude's death...
Due to MK's reputation & everyone's prejudice against him being part demon. Many rumors spread that he ran away from the fight or he had jinxed her... Meta Knight couldn't help but blame himself.
Things have just been getting harder... and he was just getting so tired of losing people... which got him to think of something... something awful...
However, Jecra wouldn't allow it... he had no desire to see Meta Knight sacrificing himself... thankfully, he talked to him before he even got the chance to...
Convo:-
MK: Jec... what if I could save all of us with this
J: Oh no, you don't... I'm not gonna let you destroy yourself for us...
MK: But you all have homes and families to return to... Oh no... Garlude had a daughter, right? And I... Jec I should hav-
J: META KNIGHT! Don't you dare finish that!
MK: But it's my fault Jec... it's the least I can do-
J: DON'T LET THOSE F#CK*NG RUMORS GET TO YOU! IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT YOU HEAR ME!... Meta, please don't do this...
MK: Jecra I just...*starts tearing* I just don't want to lose anyone else... I'm just so tired of Jec- *cries* It just keeps getting harder...
J: I know, Mets... I know... You're okay with me... you're safe with me... We love you so much... Meta, your life matters too! I'll say it as many times as I have to until you believe it... *Pulls him in for a hug
MK: Jec- I don't know what I'd do without you...
Finally, Meta Knight allows himself to cry in Jecra's arms and mourn the death of their friend...
Guess who ends up becoming the monster first... Oh, the irony is so painful... I can't believe I produced this.
Keep reading for more context & lore...
LORE TIME BABY!
Since the betrayal of Yamikage & the disappearance of the Ancients (the only people who had the power to reign him in), the GSA was now on the brink of ruin... Due to the lack of soldiers, everyone was spread out thin. This was when Uther reached his peak madness...
Similar to MK & Garlude... Sir Arthur & a small group (higher-ups who had some sort of moral code left) were sent out on a crusade to find the legendary sword Excalibur. (Which I will get into later...)
But in truth, these were all just "fool's errands" and were just ploys to get those who opposed him to be killed. And with Sir Arthur gone...(presumably dead), no one had free reign of the GSA...
Uther took this as an opportunity to cut Meta Knight's unit in half... putting them in squadrons that would surely use them as death fodder. Meta Knight loved his everyone squadron... he couldn't change the order... so he did something else.
Every time someone from the other half of his unit was dragged out to fight, he'd volunteer to go with them. Sir Uther used his affection for his team against him... (hoping he would die out there...)
(He tried to pull the same trick with Galaxia, and he was supremely pissed that MK came out alive... )
Meta kept sacrificing so much of himself to keep Jecra and his squadron safe... So many of his friends were dying now... and were forced to be scattered about. He couldn't save all of them (he couldn't be in two places at once...); now Garlude and his mentor were gone.
So yeah MK was already in a bad place... Garlude's death was just the cherry on top...
This brings us to this... "what if he became the monster", Meta Knight contemplates whether or not he should allow himself to unleash untapped power... and use his dark magic.
I can't say that much (because of spoilers), but he has a connection with Nightmare that allows him to tap into his pool of power... everyone in the GSA knew of his wings, but only his team (Team Halberd) knew of this connection of with Nightmare.
They knew he was playing with some dangerous forces...
But for those of you who were wondering what Meta Knight meant in the previous chapter in "Had I not tried to play the hero back then…... Perhaps this is my punishment..."
It's referring to this... Meta Knight does eventually go berserk after the death of Jecra! It was to protect the remaining people in his squadron... but it was all for not... they all still ended up dying.
But ultimately it was these powers that allowed Meta Knight to be the only one of the only survivors of the war... though he paid a terrible price because of it.
For those of you who were keeping up with the previous post... it was Jecra (Knuckle Joe's father).
I'm not going to confirm anything just yet, but Jecra was Meta Knight's right-hand man... his rock... his person... <3: Feel free to use this as shipping fodder... (MetaxJecra)
There's gonna be more lore-dumping before the next chapter 2-3 weeks until the next chapter. (which means more Jecra)
I hope you all enjoyed it!
#kirby#meta knight#kbasw#jecra#knuckle joe's father#hoshi no kaabii#garlude#metajecra#kirby anime#epic the musical#kirby right back at ya#knuckle joe#angst#kirby gsa#gsa
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Cruel Intensions
Warnings: public NON-CON - you’ve been warned
I hated blind dates with a passion. I hate surprises and that’s literally the whole point of a blind date. You sit there and try to find out if you can see yourself living with this person. If you can deal with their mannerisms or the way they laugh or talk or eat or how they treat restaurant staff. It’s ridiculous and exhausting. I just wanted to stay home. The idea of trying to make anyone person like me made be want to eat chalk, choke, and die.
Instead I get to listen to this guy talk about himself and all his achievements while he shows me some of his best selfies on his instagram. His background on his phone is himself. I’m past the point of faking it. I’m desperate to see a waiter so I can pay my half and leave.
A side door of the restaurant opens and I look up in time to see a cloud of tangy scented smoke raise into the air before someone steps inside, shaking the rain from his hair. My heart sinks all the way down to the floor.
We lock eyes for a moment but he turns his head to scan the room like he’s looking for someone. But then his head whips back around and he locks eyes with me again. We stay frozen like that for what feels like forever before a cocky smirk reaches his lips.
Fuck.
I knew this could go either way. Either he’d avoid me or he’d torment me. I knew which it was the moment he smiled and made his way over.
“Y/N! Long time no see! How have you been?” JJ sits down in the booth next to me, forcing me to scoot over until I’m against the wall.
“Excuse me? We’re in the middle of something.” My date snaps and JJ smiles at him, his hand shaking up my leg under the table.
“Yea, you’re done here. There’s the door.” JJ shrugs one shoulder and my jaw drops. Did he just dismiss my date? I keep my head down, my eyes on JJ’s creeping hand but I know my date is looking at me to stop this. I hear him scoff. He throws some money on the table and walks out without another word. I finally bring myself to finally look at JJ. His fingers toy with the edge of my skirt.
“Did you miss me?” JJ asks and I shrink away, unable to put anymore space between us. It’s late. There’s no one else in the 24 hour diner but us, some old trucker, and the one waitress. JJ’s hand slides under my skirt and I slap my hand down on top of his, digging my nails in.
“Stop.” I whisper but he bites his bottom lip, pushing his hand up until it reaches the hem of my panties.
“How wet are you right now?” JJ asks, slipping one finger under the elastic then letting it snap back onto my skin. I jump while he continues to smile at me.
“I-I’m not.” I say breathlessly, turning so my back is against the wall in an attempt to put more space against us but all he does is scoot closer.
“Tell me or I’ll check for myself.” JJ threatens, tugging on the elastic again.
“A-A little. J-just a l-little, J.” His eyes darken before he pounces, using one hand to yank my panties to the side and the other to bury two fingers inside me.
“OH.” I clamp my mouth shut as he works his fingers inside me, my legs trembling uncontrollably.
“You never were a very good liar.” JJ bites out, pressing his thumb against my clit. My hips buck and I feel on the brink of an orgasm. “Don’t you dare cum. After what you did to me, this is not a reward.” JJ yanks his hand away and I suck in a breath, struggling to breathe normally.
“I-I—.”
“Don’t give me any excuses. I told you what would happen when I got out. I own you now. Now climb onto my lap and let me feel that tight pussy.” I shrink away even further. He doesn’t look away as he frees himself from his shorts and throws his arm over the back of the booth lazily.
“JJ—.”
“Now. Or I bend you over this table and there won’t be anything discreet about it.” I try to swallow but I can’t. I just nod.
“Take your panties off and put them in my pocket.” I reach under my skirt with shaky fingers, looping my fingers through the sides and sliding them down my legs. I make quick work of snatching them up and shove them into his pocket. He jerks his head to the side and leans back in the booth again, letting me see how hard and red he is.
“JJ.” I whisper as I slide closer and brace my hands on the table. What if someone sees?
“Get up here.” He grabs my arm and practically drags me onto his lap. His cock immediately finding my entrance when he forces me to hunch over the table. My body shakes uncontrollably - with fear or excitement - I’m not sure which.
JJ spreads me open with his hands and pulls me down, impaling me on his cock inch by inch. I let out a gasp but quickly clamp my mouth shut as he fills me to the brim and then some. It hurts. He’s too thick. Too deep.
Im panting by the time he pulls me snug against his chest, humming contently like a satisfied lion. His hand slides under my skirt and his finger tips glide over my clit, making me jerk against the table.
“I missed you.” JJ murmurs, ringed fingers biting into the tender flesh of my thighs.
“H-how long do I have to do this?” I whimper, my face hot with embarrassment and the overwhelming urge to move. I shift without thinking and JJ hisses.
“I’m not sure yet. I just wanted to feel you again. I missed you so much. How many other guys have you had inside you?” His crude words do something to my stomach and I grit my teeth, pushing the feeling away.
“None.” I answer and he huffs a laugh.
“If you’re going to keep lying—.”
“I’m not. There’s only ever been you.” There’s a long pause.
“You’re awfully tight.” JJ rolls his hips and I gasp. God, this was too much. I couldn’t do this.
“Please, let’s leave. I’ll do whatever you want just take me out of here.” I snap and he laughs, circling his hips then rolling them forward.
“You kids doing okay?” I look up in horror as the waitress comes towards us. JJ pulls me back against his chest, resting his chin on my shoulder like we’re cuddling.
“Yes ma’am. We’re fine. Thank you.” JJ says, flashing his signature smile. She nods back before disappearing back towards the front.
“Whatever I want? Sounds like a deal.” JJ whispers, letting his fingers circle my clit against before carefully shifting me forward and slipping out. He urges me to the left and out of the booth as he quickly tucks himself away.
JJ throws some money down on the table before wrapping a possessive arm around my shoulder and leading me out the exit he came in.
He’s walking so fast I can barely keep up, a cool breeze reaching under my skirt as we move towards an old black pick up truck in the unlit parking lot. Thankfully it’s stopped raining but the ground is still wet.
I reach for the passenger door when he shoves me against it, my face pressed against the glass. I hear the sound of his zipper then he’s pressing inside me again. I don’t hold back my moan as he immediately starts slamming into me like he’ll die if he doesn’t. His hands are rough as he pulls back on my hips, forcing me up on my tip toes as he fucks me.
“Don’t you dare cum.” JJ growls. It lights a fire in me, making me want to cum even more than I did before.
“I can’t-can’t hold it.” His front molds to my back, his face buried in my hair as he growls with each brutal thrust. I suck in a breath just as my orgasm starts to beak when he suddenly yanks out. I whine from the loss, tears in my eyes from the pain but he doesn’t care. I’m shoved roughly to my knees on the wet pavement and when I open my mouth to protest, he shoves his cock in past my teeth. I gag but he holds me there with a firm grip on my hair.
“Take it. Take all of it.” JJ snarls, baring teeth as he snaps his hips forward over and over again. I continue to gag with flowing tears as I attempt to relax my throat. My pussy throbs with the need to be filled. I’m half tempted to relieve the ache myself but it will only fuel him further.
“Don’t spill a single drop. You swallow all of it or you’ll lick it up.” I hold his eyes as he cums with a grunt, spilling his hot salty substance down my throat. There’s so much and I can barely swallow around his girth. He allows me to pull back just enough that I’m finally able to get it down. He releases me and I fall back on my bare ass on the ground while he releases a long breath as he tucks himself away.
“You suck dick like a pro. Had a lot of practice?” JJ sneers down at me.
“Have you?” I counter before I can stop myself. I mentally kick myself when his eyes flash with rage. He yanks me up onto my feet, his hands fisted in my shirt. He was always hot headed and impulsive. You had to be careful when pushing his buttons. My denied orgasm had me in a rare mood.
“I can’t wait for all the ways I’m going to make you suffer. You think a little public fucking is bad? You have no fucking idea.”
“Go ahead. You can’t hate me more than I already hate myself.” I spat and his lips pull back in a snarl.
“That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble. Who taught you how to talk back? Where’s little miss sweetheart?” JJ demands, searching my face as if I’m wearing a mask.
“She died the moment I sent you to jail.” I hold his gaze when finally, he smiles, releasing me. I watch as he opens the truck door and motions for me to get in. I hesitate.
“It’s going to be so much fun breaking you. Imagine the look on your parents face when they see us together.” JJ nods for me to get in but I stay rooted to my spot, panic setting in. My parents are the ones who made me send him to jail. I lied because they made me. I had no choice. If they see me with him—.
I turn to run but he catches me, a hand slapped over my face when I try to scream.
“So you fear them more than you fear me? I’ll have to change that.”
#smutwarning#outer banks smut#jj maybank smut#jj maybank fic#jj maybank imagine#obx2#jj maybank fluff#jj maybank x you#jj obx#rudy pankow#dark!jj maybank#dark!fic
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Will there be a continuation of ‘I will see you again~!’ ?
It leaves me with so many questions and wondering so many things.
It’s implied that everyone else was a girl so far so he’ll be the only boy with Jeanne being his twin. Will he hate Jeanne though as they grow up? Will he actually meet genuine friends?
Is our favourite noodle finally going to get happiness in this new world?
Love your stuff. Always looking forward to reading it.
We’re Together Once More~!
Saphron: Awww~!
Saphire: They’re so precious~!
Luna: How are they so cute together~ ?
Juniper: Is something going on?
Saphron: Look at the twins mom! Aren’t they just so cute~?!
Juniper: …
The Arc Matriarch overlooks the two year old twins on a blanket on the floor as, Jeanne was hugging her brother, rubbing her cheek against his fed up face.
Juniper: Awww~! That’s so precious~!
Sqphron: Look how much she loves her older brother~!
Luna: I’ve got photos!
~~~
Meanwhile in the world of the twins and their semi-telepathic twin link. Jaune was pushing his arms gainst, Jeanne’s face to get her off of him.
Jaune: J-Jeanne!
Jeanne: Mmm~! Big bro!
Jaune: Jeanne, get off of me!
Jeanne: Never! You’ll just run away from me if I do!
Jaune: Give me some space, and I promise I won’t leave!
Jeanne: Promise?
Jaune: Arc’s promise.
Jeanne: Mmm… Okay, but if run away from me, I’m chasing after you!
Jeanne then begrudgingly move away from, Jaune a respectful distance away. Still close enough to pounce him if he got any ideas.
Jaune: Ugh… why are you so clingy? My sisters in my past life were never this clingy! Except for, Carol… she was too clingy…Far too clingy for my liking…
Jeanne: Hey! I was devastated after I lost you in our past lives! Now, your my older brother! I’m not letting you get away from me that easily!
Jaune: Oh… I didn’t know you took my death that hard…
Jeanne: How could I not?! ‘Me,’ basically celebrating my death isn’t something one can easily get over. I did eventually… But, it took years for that to happen…
Jaune: It that how you saw my death; As if you were the one who died?
Jeanne: Well, we are the gender counterparts of each other. So, I always saw you as me, and me as you, in a certain way that is.
Jaune: Hmm… I can understand that…
Jeanne: Jaune… I know your life was hard… and, you knowing what my life was like made it harder for you to bare. But, your death didn’t make my life any easier. I saw your death as partially my fault; not that you sacrificed yourself to save others, that’s an, Arc thing to do. But, you were so at peace with it… That you were more than willing to die, and never have to deal with me again. That… the hurt more than I ever thought it could… So I am going to do everything in my power to make your life a better one than the last one! So, can you please do one thing, just one thing for me…?
Jaune: And, what would that be?
Jeanne: Don’t die. Don’t wish to die. Don’t wish to die to be rid of me. Live, live for me, for your family, and most important of all; Live for yourself. Can you promise me this? Please…?
Jaune looked away form his younger sister to stare into the eyes of his older sister, and mother, and saw the wealth of happiness, warmth, and joy in their faces as they stared upon them. He could feel a pool of guilt fill into his very being as he came to realize at long last they his death may have been liberating, but how many people did he hurt with his death?
He looked down as his small baby hands, clenching into fists as he recounted the mistakes he seemingly made in his past life. His mind only being broken away as he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder, and a pair of warm eyes staring at him. He smiled, as he turned, to gaze upon his little sister, and pulled her into a warm hug, as he gently rubbed her back.
Jaune: I promise you, Jeanne I won’t go, and get myself killed. This time I’m going to live, for you, our family, and most of all for myself.
Jeanne: Arc’s promise?
Jaune: Arc’s promise.
~~~
The rest of the, Arc family cooed as they saw the siblings lovingly embrace one another.
Luna: More! I need more photos! NOW!!!
Juniper: Oh they are just so precious~!
Saphron: You would think that they’d be at each other’s throats. Being twins, and opposite genders, and all.
Saphire: Give them time. Siblings will eventually come into conflict with one another.
Juniper: Since you mentioned siblings, I suppose now would be a good time to tell you I’m pregnant.
SSC: Wait, WHAT?!
~~~
Jeanne: What do you think they’re freaking out about?
Jaune: Mom’s probably just let it slip she’s pregnant again.
Jeanne: Ahh… There’s one more after this one right?
Jaune: Yes, but this one should be the twins if I’m not mistaken.
Jeanne: Sheesh… Mom, and dad have a hell of a libido.
Jaune: Arc’s have a hell of a libido.
Jeanne: First hand experience?
Jaune: Yes.
Jeanne: Never experienced it myself; well, with a guy that is.
Jaune: Well; New life, and new possibilities await us.
Jeanne: True, so instead of, Terra taking your virginity, can I have it instead?
Jaune: …
Jaune: Imma gonna kill you now…
Jeanne: Relax, Jaune I was…?!
Jaune: DIE YOU DEGENERATE!!! DIE!!!
Jeanne: AHHHHH?!?!!
~~~
And, with that, Jaune was beating, Jeanne over the head with his, Pumpkin Pete’s plushie. And, as the the family watch on this cruel act of violence, Sapphire couldn’t help, but smugly smile at her sister.
Saphire: See, told you it was only a matter of time.
Saphron: Oh, shut up…
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La messe
Ghost had never been much of a nations man. Sing to the country, hail to the queen. Follow the orders so you can die a hero. It was never for him.
The fight? Now that was his language. A punch in the jaw could do much more than an hour of reprimanding.
‘’So what, you just follow every order? What are you, a robot?’’��
The words had struck Ghost for many years. A robot? No, just a lowly man who loved getting orders. Now... Well now he got it. As he shrugged off a bullet wound to finish the mission, stepping over bodies of people he used to know... He gets it. He feels the pain. He feels it just as anyone else would. He feels the longing of people he could’ve know, if he tried harder. Could've grieved.
He feels the blood seeping through his clothes and make his skin shiver.
But the order take priority.
He’s a damn good soldier. If he doesn’t do it, someone else will. Someone else will suffer his pain and will do the job right. Might as well be him.
That’s how he got through childhood, torture and so many mission. He came out of it alive because of the mission. The order.
When the adrenaline wears off and he’s in a bed, wounds patched up and body recovering. That’s when it hits him.
The pain, the grieving.
He cries until there are no tears. Scream until he has no voice.
And then another order comes in and soothes his soul.
If he just gets through that. If he can just be useful, then maybe next time off he’ll feel alright.
After years of wondering if it’s worth it, the answer came to him. It wasn't a sentence, like he imagined. Or a medal, like so many suggested.
No, it was something much simpler and more naïve.
A damn smile.
Johnny’s smile.
Kyle’s smile.
John’s smile.
If he can protect them, if he can protect all the people that can smile like them. Then maybe this is the answer to all his hardships.
It wasn’t, as it turned out. Those smiles disappear for reasons outside of his own doing. He could punch and stab and fire, but he couldn’t smile back. He couldn’t do everything so they could be happy all the time. That was simply impossible.
He felt helpless. Sitting on that dirt road waiting for death, grilling in the sun. He’d lost so much blood he couldn’t safely give a transfusion.
And in a couple of minutes the enemy would arrive and shoot him for good. They wouldn’t even take his tags. It would take a week for Price to send someone new to discover his corpse, eaten by the animals of the area.
An entire life, 30+ years of fighting, and for what?
Usually, the initial order would drive him. He would ignore the pain and weakness and get up, find a weapon. But now...
He was wondering why.
Why would he get up only to be sent in another fight? Lose that sunly smile of his Johnny?
Johnny...
The thought of him made him want to cry, if only he was hydrated enough. He was tired, so tired, and only wanted to go back around him.
Wanted... Now that’s new.
He wants to go back to him, see him again and finally say those words outloud. It would be crazy. Johnny would tell him so, tell him he can’t just quit, can’t just go back to being a civilian. And it’s true. They can’t.
But what if they tried?
Wars are endless and soldiers are sent to be killed. If they come back alive, they’re just sent again and again until they’re finally KIA.
Simon is nothing without Ghost. But Johnny... Johnny has a family to come back to. Simon wants to meet them. He wants to go to Scotland and see the sheep and chickens. He’s never seen a chicken. Not alive at least...
Before he knows it he’s back on his feet, ignoring the pain for one last time...
Title : the mess, so like a messy room but also the religious gathering, get it? I'm so clever /j
But yeah this is a mess of thoughts just spiraling in my head. I do believe that Simon is the type to just stop functioning when he's not around people and is driven solely by orders. He's not a robot he's just autistic
And if you're about to say ''you're stereotyping autistic people aren't robots!1!!'' I'm autistic and exactly like that. I'm far from being a robot I feel so much all the time, it's just not showing in ways you folks can understand
And this gets with the thing of ''I like the military for the structure but I hate what they do'' thing
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Pawn
• Masterlist •
Warnings: Sensory overload, sleep deprivation, blindfold, interrogation, torture, broken nose, nosebleed, drugging, touch starvation, mentioned suicide bombing.
In the eerie stillness, their mind grasped for any trace of familiar sights, but all they found was an abyss. Their own breaths were the only thing they could hear, their gasps distant as if underwater.
They groaned, but the sound came out as a croak. They knew their captors were enjoying this show from somewhere, probably discussing what to do to them with sadistic smiles. As if on cue, a loud bang made them flinch, disoriented with the ringing in their ear.
They tensed as the sound grew clearer and closer. Footsteps circled around them, and they cursed the blindfold, not for the first time since they were first captured.
They cried out as their hair was yanked, their back sore from sitting in the same position without being allowed to lean on something.
"Were you alone?" the interrogator demanded.
"Yes," they answered, their voice unreadable but tired and hoarse.
"We both know you're lying. Tell me what your objective was."
"I was alone, a-and it was a suicide bombing. I was to receive the bomb f-from an abandoned warehouse. No contact, no info. I'm merely... merely a pawn," they recited from memory, trying to sound clear but failing towards the end.
"What was your target, you vermin?"
"The... presidential palace, of course," they replied, struggling to keep their thoughts together, with sleep once more trying to claim them.
"No one told you that you can't do that? We do not let people wander around the building, let alone an armed rebel."
They closed their eyes, despite knowing it wouldn't make any difference behind the blindfold. The next question was just a noise in the background, and their head fell, their senses finally giving them a moment to rest. Their hair was pulled harder, a cry escaping from their mouth as a punch met their face. Their eyes watered, pain jolting them awake. A warm liquid slid down over their mouth, the smell of iron stinging.
"How many times have I said that you're not allowed to sleep until I'm satisfied with your answers?"
"Or you s-satisfied your thirst... for violence," they shot back, but regretted it instantly. They tensed and shrunk as much as they could, their 'not caring about their life' persona cracking with this mistake. They really should've kept their mouth closed, but they didn't know how long they could comply enough not to anger the interrogator while withholding information about the rebel group. Maybe it was due to exhaustion or hunger or thirst or pain or the ringing in their ears or uncertainty...
"Mhmm, scared now? Maybe you'll chant 'glory to the government' if I work on you a bit."
Their stomach dropped with the thought, a shiver shaking them as a hand gripped their shoulder, heavy and authoritative.
"Since you began to understand the situation, tell me, do you know who this rebel leader is?"
They bit their lip, tasting blood. Of course, they knew them. They were the leader. But they didn't talk, and it was an answer good enough to let their hair go.
"You do. Good. What's your connection to them?"
"I told you. J-just a pawn ready to die for t-the greater cause."
"Such claims are not tolerated here. You have ten seconds to fix your mistake."
"The government, along with all its officers like you, can go—"
-•-
For a long time, there was only darkness. Slowly, the ringing in their ear made itself known, their whole body aching. Breathing was too hard, and they were unsure if it was from the broken nose or possibly broken ribs. They groaned, unable to make any other noise. They heard a shuffle from the back, but maybe they were imagining things. They couldn't trust themselves at this point.
They groaned once again, trying to determine their position on the ground as it seemed to shift beneath them. They were better than this—better than tossing around like an animal, better than getting caught, better than giving an opening. They were leading a rebellion with little to no support against a government with endless resources. They weren't supposed to be helpless, weak, and a burden on their limited resources.
Tears welled up as they suppressed the sobs racking their body, absorbed by the blindfold as they streamed down their cheeks. Instead of crying, they laughed. Their pathetic state in enemy territory felt like nothing but a cruel joke after too many years of being a ghost for both the rebellion and the government.
With a hitching breath, they forced themselves to sit up quickly, their body protesting and the ground tilting left and right beneath them. They swallowed the dizziness, leaning on their arms to steady themselves. They didn't feel any better than the last time; restlessness still clouded their thoughts.
The sound of a door jolted them, but they couldn't tell which direction it came from. They opened their mouth to call out, but a hand covered their lips, silencing them. Half of their face was covered harshly, and they winced as a sharp pain radiated from their nose, feeling the blood flow once more. They were pulled back by their hair again, struggles becoming futile as their strength left them.
They were roughly thrown onto a cold metal floor, their weakened body protesting against the harsh treatment. They tried to distract themselves from the gnawing emptiness by focusing on their surroundings. The sound of the engine drowned out their thoughts, and the rhythmic vibrations seemed to mock their weakened state.
In the cramped darkness of the truck, or at least that's what they guessed based on the size, Leader's hunger grew unbearable. They couldn't remember the last time they had eaten a proper meal. Days? Weeks? Time blurred together in the abyss of their captivity. They might have passed out at some point, waking up to find themselves seated. The lights were too bright this time, and the walls were painted in a claustrophobic shade of grey.
"So, we've got ourselves another rebel, huh?" a gruff voice sneered.
Leader straightened, their body aching.
"I've seen people like you," another voice chimed in, dripping with disdain. "You think you're making a difference, don't you? Sacrificed as pawns left and right, following orders from your high and mighty perch."
They clenched their fists, their knuckles turning white. The words struck a nerve, stirring up the guilt that had already weighed heavily on their shoulders. They knew that every decision they made as a leader came with consequences, but the thought of those sacrifices being in vain was something they always feared deep in their soul. They knew it wasn't the case. They had made a difference in countless small towns, becoming a threat to the corrupt order, but they would always feel guilty for the lives lost.
A sharp sting at their neck sent a sudden freezing void through their body.
"You rebels are all the same," the gruff voice continued, mocking. It was right behind their ear, but the bright lights were hurting their eyes. "Thinking you can change the world with your little acts of defiance. But let me tell you, we always win in the end. We break you down, reshape you, and all your lofty ideals crumble into dust."
Their vision blurred with pain as they were struck on the temples, plunging them into the familiar black void as the blindfold was pulled over their face. They flinched at the sound of a door, still able to hear everything more than they should. The coldness seeped deep into their bones, intensifying their weakness and making every movement an agonizing effort. They longed for warmth, for a comforting touch to alleviate the shivering. Time became a distant reminder, and soon, endless screams from the battlefield echoed with their commands, while unconsciousness offered the only escape.
-•-
Right Hand, leading the raid on the facility, surveyed the area with a sharp and calculating gaze. They had received information about the location of the rebels being held captive and had meticulously planned their operation to free as many as possible. As they approached the centre of the place, their makeshift army moved with the seriousness that training had instilled in them. The weight of their responsibility felt heavy, but they knew they had to push forward. Leader would be proud.
Their radio crackled, the names of the rescued rebels being counted. As the transmission ended, an unfamiliar voice came through the static.
"Uhm, there's someone... they're barely awake, but they don't look like anyone on the missing list. They just have the rebellion tattoo on their left wrist—although it's pretty ruined. Does anyone know them?"
Right Hand's heart raced, a mix of relief and concern washing over them. They quickly recognized Leader's weakened form, hidden in plain sight. It was a dangerous situation, their leader's identity at risk of exposure. They scanned the surroundings, ensuring no one else was nearby before motioning for the rebel to follow.
"Good job. Now leave them to me," Right Hand said, their voice barely a whisper. "I believe you can go help with the transfer."
The rebel nodded and hurried off to assist the others. Meanwhile, Right Hand rushed to Leader's side, their heart aching at the sight of their battered and weakened leader. It was a stark reminder of the sacrifices made for the rebellion's cause.
Leader's eyes flickered with a glimmer of recognition, their voice barely audible. "Right Hand..."
Right Hand's grip tightened gently around Leader's arm, their emotions overwhelming yet suppressed. They wanted to reassure their leader, to convey the unwavering support and determination that fueled their own actions. But they had to remain cautious, protecting Leader's identity above all else.
"I'm here, Leader," Right Hand whispered. "You're safe now. We've come to bring you back."
Leader mumbled weakly, their words a jumble of fragmented thoughts. Right Hand leaned in closer, their ear attuned to catch the faintest whisper.
"It's cold," Leader murmured again, their voice trembling.
Right Hand wrapped their arms around Leader, mindful of their injuries, and drew them close, feeling the chill emanating from their frail body. They wished they could shield Leader from the harsh realities they had endured.
"It's okay," Right Hand whispered, their voice soothing. "I'll keep you warm. We'll get you out of here. Just lean on me."
Right Hand carefully wrapped their arms around Leader's shoulders, cradling the limp body with utmost care. It was a testament to the bond they shared, the unspoken trust that connected them.
As they made their way towards the waiting transport, Right Hand spoke in a hushed yet comforting tone. They carefully carried Leader towards the waiting transport, their steps steady and determined. They spoke softly, their voice a constant presence in Leader's ear.
"You're doing great, Leader. We're almost there. Just a little bit longer."
Leader's eyelids grew heavy, exhaustion taking its toll. They mumbled weakly, their voice strained. "Tired... so tired..."
Right Hand tightened their hold, offering reassurance. "I know you're exhausted, but you're safe now. You can rest soon."
As they reached the waiting transport, Right Hand gently settled Leader into the vehicle, ensuring their comfort. They climbed in beside them, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings. The engine roared to life, and the vehicle began its journey to safety.
Time refused to pass, and Leader's breathing became shallow and erratic. Right Hand leaned closer. "We're almost there."
Leader's fingers weakly grasped Right Hand's, and they gave a faint squeeze.
As the vehicle sped away, the rhythmic hum of the engine lulling them into a void of stillness, Leader's eyelids grew heavier. Their grip on Right Hand's hand loosened, their body finally surrendering to exhaustion.
Right Hand watched over Leader, gently brushing a hand over Leader's forehead, smoothing away the lines of worry.
"Rest now, Leader," Right Hand whispered softly. "We're nearly home."
#whump#whump writing#leader whumpee#leader whump#sleep deprivation#sensory overload#blindfold#tw torture#tw drugging#touch starved#mentioned suicide bombing#broken bones#tw nosebleed
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HATE 4: Fire Meets Gasoline(M) I MYG x F!reader
🌙 Pairings YoongixReader
🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers
🌙 Rating 18+ minors DNI
🌙 Summary You were an INTERPOL Agent assigned to infiltrate the depths of the most powerful Gang in South Korea: The Seven Moons. Your objective: to impersonate the daughter of one of their leaders and destroy the operation from within. That is, if they don't discover you first.
And Traitors won’t have the mercy of a quick death
🌙 Warnings For this chapter: mentions of death, drugs and vioence, foul language, drug use, yoongi is a tease and I'm putting it as a warning.
🌙 Chapter wordcount 5.3k (yikes)
🌙 Series Index
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🌙 HATE 4: Fire meets Gasoline 🌙
"There's two of us, we're certain with desire. The pleasure's pain and fire. Burn me"
“Traitors do not deserve the mercy of a quick death” the voice of the Clan’s Head resounded in the meeting room of The Seven Moons “That is the most important code you should know. Dear Nari”
“You break a promise, you lose a finger” J-Hope continued with a smile looking at you, amused as if he had just made a joke.
“The word of the Leader is the law. If he says jump, you jump. If he says you have to rob a bank you go and rob a bank. If he says that you die, then... you die.” Taehyung followed the thread with a bored expression you realized he only wore when you were in the room. All his looks said what he was thinking. He should be out on the streets doing his job by now, not tutoring some stuck up girl.
“Don't sleep with your brothers' wives... unless they invite you.” Jimin giving you a flirty wonk and earning a disapproving grunt from his brothers, except one...
Suga was amused at how uncomfortable you looked.
“Anyway” The Clan’s Head spoke again commanding attention “Dear Nari, you will learn more about our codes as time goes by. However, it is important that you begin to know our clan from the inside. So today, you will start with the most basic. I heard you're not afraid of blood or weapons, is that right?”
Before answering the Head, you looked at Namjoon narrowing your eyes for a second.
Snitches get stitches Kim Namjoon
“Eh... it's true, I'm not afraid of blood or weapons” you answered uneasy feeling all the attention in the room fall on you.
A few sets of eyes loved to see you biting your lips
“Marvelous! So this morning you will spend time in the training dojo with Jungkook. It is important that you know how to defend yourself well and I hope that the rest will be there today to accompany you. A bit of exercise will do good for some of you”
You noticed something about Kim DoHan, The Clan’s Head. He always called them by their real name. All But one, the same exact man who INTERPOL couldn’t find any note or trace of his existence.
Maybe that was the reason they also called him the shadow. You thought
“Father! I can't waste any more time today, Namjoon and I have an investor meeting. Also... “ Jin started a sentence but his father raised his hand and he went instantly quiet.
“Do I have to repeat myself? I hope not, Seokjin. As the eldest I expect more from you, it is you who sets the example for your brothers and I remind you, you are a member of this clan before anything else. I didn't think it was necessary to remind you at your age, but we can always resort to the usual punishments for contradicting your Leader” Jin swallowed his own words.
“No, father. Forgive me” he replied. The Clan Leader knowing his word was final, rose from his seat to leave and his shadow followed right behind.
Apparently the word all did not include Suga.
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Training dojo, Mansion of the Seven Moons, outskirts of Seoul, South Korea.
“Good! I think after stretching we'll all be ready to go. Princess Nari, do you think you can train in those Louboutins? You look beautiful in them, but I don't think they will be very practical” you were no longer surprised by the attitude of the clan’s henchman, Jhope was undoubtedly the personification of the sun's rays.
So much joy overwhelmed you.
“Eh... I didn't bring sportswear in my luggage, I haven't had a chance to buy either” you shrugged your shoulders, looking at your outfit. To be honest, kicking ass in heels and a miniskirt wasn't one of your favorite things.
But you’ve certainly done it before.
The only thing was that you really didn't want to show them your underwear while doing it.
It also had happened before
“There is a solution for everything, princess. Everything except death. I think Jimin could lend you some clothes. I'm sure they're the same size” Jhope looked at his younger brother next to him
“Hey! Who the hell are you saying is the same size as her?” Jimin stood up in front of his brother puffing his chest.
“You're right Jimin-hyung, Miss Nari is a little taller than you” now all the other brothers joined in laughing at Jungkook’s joke.
Jimin turned to push the youngest of his brothers and they both began to punch each other playfully.
Are these the most feared criminals in Asia? They look like a group of teenagers. You couldn’t help but think
“You can use my clothes... little flower” said a voice from the entrance of the dojo. You didn't have to see his face to know who he was “After all, it would look perfect on you too” The rest of the room stopped laughing to look at the newcomer. Jimin and Jungkook stood up off the floor, with the blonde grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.
What is he doing here?
“t's fixed then! Princess Nari, go change. Suga will give you some of his clothes” after a few seconds of awkward silence, Jhope exclaimed, patting his hands happily. Truly, this man's optimism was endless.
“I don't think it's correct…”
“No, no. Namjoon, the princess doesn't have training clothes. Suga-hyung can lend it to her for now. Later you can take her shopping. Not another word, it has been said, case closed” Jhope pushed you towards the changing rooms so you could change her clothes.
When you were done changing, the seven Moons were already in pairs doing combat exercises.
The atmosphere between the brothers had become more serious and you could see each one of them fighting with a very particular style.
Jimin looked like he was dancing instead of fighting, his every move was graceful. You could see how his expressions changed from a scowl to an arrogant smile every time he managed to land a punch on Taehyun and the taller one dodged with difficulty.
Although Jimin was faster, Taehyun was stronger. If the shorter one hit him, he would take a few steps back. It was a very even fight, you could tell that each one knew the other's movements perfectly.
Almost to the point where they could predict the next one.
Jin was facing Jungkook, the older against the younger.
JK was pure physical strength. He fought to win and he always, always did. Dry, accurate and aggressive blows. He reminded you a lot of Emmet, your field partner who had been left behind at Interpol headquarters. They both fought like tigers, straight for the prey.
But the eldest of The Seven Moons was not really a fan of physical. Jin liked to fight dirty, he knew how to play very well with his opponents' minds and he always used that to his advantage.
“What's wrong kookie? You are slowing down. Are you nervous to be in front of a pretty girl today, boy? You are a little softie today” Jin was smiling but you could see through his expression. It was all a front to make JK put down his guard
"I know Kookie, she’s a beauty, right? Who knows maybe you’ll end up engaged to her." the boys roared at the oldest last comment.
And you could almost swear Jin winked at you before he punched his brother again. Only to receive a full blow to the face right after
JK’s movements were quick. But you didn't miss the slight blush that spread on the boy's cheeks.
The two kept fighting and you could hear a groan of pain as JK landed another punch to Jin's jaw.
Ouch
But without a doubt, the best fight award was for the one between Suga and Namjoon. The difference in sizes might make you think that the scale would lean towards the tallest one, but they were much more even than everyone else.
Namjoon was a mountain of muscle, strong and hunky that you could see perfectly now that he had removed his designer jacket and rolled up his shirtsleeves. Beneath all the expensive fabric lay his tattooed arms with hardly any room for more ink.
The Second in command fought with the techniques of the expensive martial arts academies in Seoul, which he had attended, he looked like a professional athlete. Every blow he managed to land, left Suga a little unfocused.
That, if he could do it.
The black-haired man might be smaller in size. But he was much faster and more aggressive. Suga fought to kill. There were no middle terms or truce.
He fought like someone who had grown up fighting to survive, he fought like the fighters on the streets.
It was a showdown worth seeing and you could tell from miles away that between the right hand and the shadow there was something much more than a sibling rivalry...
There was resentment.
You could even say
Hate.
And there was no denying, they were brutal.
Not bad for a bunch of useless gangsters.
“Ok princess, you will fight me first. I'm going to teach you some tricks. Let's see, hit me as hard as you can” Jhope caught your attention as he took you to the side of the dojo away from the other fights.
Oh, pretty boy. You really don't want me to hit you
“Come on, don't be afraid. You're not going to hurt me” The young gangster told you, giving you a kind smile. You sighed and raised your right arm, ready to hit him. The man quickly deflected you by grabbing your elbow and knocking you off balance with his knee.
With a strong blow your back made contact with the floor, everyone else in the room stopped what they were doing to see you.
Some laughed a little, others looked at you with pity. It was obvious to them that Jhope would dominate you in combat. Yes, JK was the clan’s combat trainer and a great fighter. But when it really came to hand in hand combat. The brunette could take them all… at once.
Jhope might be the friendliest of all the brothers, but all of that disappeared the moment he started fighting. He was fast, strong and definitely the most complete fighter of them all.
You remembered at that moment reading on his file that he grew up on the streets of Gwangju. Fighting on the illegal rings, sometimes for money, sometimes for drugs but most of the times for fun.
He was a legend.
But you were annoyed by his mocking look, as if it amused him to see you in such a helpless way.
Watch and learn, you dick.
“Let’s do it from the top. It’s all right” JHope extended his hand and you saw it as the perfect opportunity.
You took his wrist with your hands and locked his arm with your legs. He fell instantly to the floor. In his state of shock, you took the opportunity to throw out the knife that he had hidden in one of his pants pockets.
JHope tried to get on top of you. But the moment he did, he realized that you were holding his gun to the side of his forehead and his other knife pressed against his neck.
With another quick movement you released the magazine from JHope's gun. Wriggling out of his grasp and grabbing the other arm from his ankle before he did.
This time, you aimed at the middle of his eyebrows. He couldn't do much to defend himself in that position.
But he was sure you wouldn't shoot him.
Right?
You had pinned him completely unable to move. Everything happened so fast any of them could see you coming. Jhope smiled at you and put his hands up. He had lowered his guard and you had taken him by surprise, that made things much more interesting.
“Shit “ You weren’t sure if the voice was Taehyun's “If She can take Hobi.... “
Fuck I should not have done that...
“She can take all of us... “ Jimin finished his brother's sentence
The eyes of all the moons rested on you “Damn little flower, who would have guessed you were a fighter” Suga spoke, looking into your eyes
“Now Fight me”
I definitely shouldn't have done that...
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Going upstairs to give Suga his clothes back sounded like an amazing idea 10 minutes ago…
Before you got lost walking across the dark halls of the Seven Moons Mansion.
All this fucking ganster money and you couldn’t put a couple more lightbulbs?
You kept walking trying not to remember the embarrassment of having to ask Jimin where Suga's bedroom was.
“Pretty noona, Do you Like my brother?” He said with an amused smile when you said you wanted to personally give his clothes back to him “Well don’t tell Namjoon that I told you. It is on the second floor, take those stairs and walk to the end of the hall. His door is always open… unless he is busy”
Now you were infront of his door and Jimin was right it was open.
There was almost nothing on that room. It felt like it belonged to nobody, maybe he didn't spend time there.
Too busy commiting crimes.
He was sitting on an armchair looking through the window. It reminded you of yesterday when you saw him for the first time in the kitchen.
When nobody was looking The Shadow had an expression that couldn't be something else but sadness.
But why? you thought
After a few seconds you knocked on his door “Hey, sorry I came to give back your clothes. I'm going to leave them here, on this table is it ok?”
He turned to see you and gave you a smug smile while he stood up from where he was sitting. He walked slowly across the room to be right in front of you.
"Oh, Little flower" he said in a low voice, he didn't expect to see you but damn the devil, how he wanted to "haven't they told you that it's not appropriate for a lady like you to come knocking on a man's door this late at night"
He had that shit eating grin on his face again.
And at that point you weren't really sure if you wanted to punch him right in the face...
Or kiss him.
”I came to give back your clothes” you said, looking into his eyes “And I did. So I'm leaving, clearly you're busy”
”Oh, I might not be as refined as the rest of my brothers. But I am a gentleman. For you, I have all the time in the world, flower. You still don’t smoke?”
”No, I don't. I told you” He was looking at you with the feline expression of a cat that is playing with its prey ”You did, but I would be using it as an excuse to have a minute of your company “ You were surprised by his words. Why was he so insistent on spending time with you?
Being inches away from that man sent all your nerves to short circuit.
But you were too proud to let it show.
And most importantly…
you were on a mission.
But maybe, this could be a great opportunity to get some information out of him.
Definitely not an excuse to be alone with him
“And spending time with you in your room at this time of night is okay? I mean… for a lady like me” You raised an eyebrow and he laughed.
He raised his hand and gently put his thumb under your chin “Oh flower. I don’t kiss and tell. Do you?”
“I don’t” you answered
Then he got closer to the shell of your ear to whisper in a husky voice “Then tell me why a pretty girl like you is carrying a gun like this” You were so distracted by his touch that you didn’t realize he took your gun from its holster on your thigh. His black eyes that looked so inviting a few seconds ago now looked like the dark waters of the Han river that run below the house.
And you were sure, he was about to drown you in them.
So you had to make a decision...
Fight
Run
or
Kiss him
And all of them sounded completely right at this point.
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HanYong Bath House, Itaewon, Seoul South Korea
Standing in front of a pool of red-painted water was the second in command of The Seven Moons.
The bloody corpses of 10 men floated in it
They were from an ally clan.
None of them saw it coming...
Kim DoHan had been their partner for decades and they had watched Namjoon grow up. They always saw him as the next Leader, the successor to his father.
That's why when the young gangster took off his designer clothes to get into the pool, no one really payed attention to what was on his back
The moment those 10 men saw the tattoo...
It was too late.
The ink on the broad back of the Second in command was a death sentence for them.
A death sentence for his clan.
Even for himself.
The young man had an empty expression, as if there was no soul inside his body.
Inside that Bath house in Itaewon
There were the bloody corpses of 10 men inside of a pool
And a young gangster
With his hands stained with blood
And a tattoo of a dragon with a jade sphere in its mouth.
The symbol of the Chinese triads.
His father's enemy clan.
The same one that he had annihilated during the gang war, 20 years ago.
Or so everyone thought.
They have returned to take revenge.
From the hand of his own son.
You and Kim Namjoon had something in common.
You were both traitors...
And traitors do not deserve the mercy of a quick death.
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Jari'eyc - Chapter 8
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Word Count: 2373
Warnings: flirting, trying to ignore feelings, concern about feelings, mentions of wanting a polyamorous relationship, dreamscape, character death, torture, IT-O/interrogator droid, Tantiss
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Sinya had been staring at the unused cot in the medbay for a couple hours now, tears long since dried on her cheeks.
“She should eat something,” Runi suggested quietly. “Who knows when she ate last.”
Everyone’s eyes shifted to the sergeant, who simply nodded and walked to the kitchen. He knew Crosshair had followed him, but he didn’t mention it.
He gathered a couple ration bars and hydropaks, not sure what she would prefer.
“Maybe the purple one,” Crosshair whispered. “J– she always liked the purple paks the best.”
Hunter looked up to meet his brother’s gaze, giving a little nod. He pretended not to notice the way his voice trembled.
The door to the medbay was already open, but Hunter knocked anyway, the memories of accidentally frightening Jaine flowing unbidden into his mind.
“Brought some… I’m not exactly sure it can be called ‘food’,” he sighed. “You should eat something, anyway.”
“Thanks,” Sinya whispered.
“Someone can sit with you, if you want,” he added. “But I get it if you want to be alone, too.”
Her gaze finally lifted from the cot. “I’m sorry… For what she’s done.”
Hunter’s chest ached, but he placed a hand on her arm. “I’m sorry about Argus.”
She sniffled a little, wiping at the dried tears. “Some Jedi I would’ve made,” she chuckled. “Just riddled with attachments.”
Hunter smiled. “Could think of some other reasons you wouldn’t have liked it.”
She caught his eye, the tiniest hint of that playfulness shining in them. “Do tell.”
“Aren’t the Jedi supposed to be practically celibate?” he smirked.
“Sergeant Hunter,” she gasped. “Are you saying that I’m too slutty for the Order?”
Hunter coughed, his cheeks blossoming a deep red. “Oh, I didn’t- I just meant-”
“Relax, honey,” she laughed. “I know my usual lifestyle wouldn’t gel with how by-the-book the Council is.”
Hunter sighed, shaking his head with a laugh.
“Not that they always crack down on that behavior,” she grinned, leaning towards him conspiratorially. “You’ve probably never met Master Vos, but anyone paying attention could tell Kenobi was fucking his commander.”
Hunter’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Seriously?”
“Oh absolutely! He has a tendency towards using little pet names for people, but his tell is always dropping the ‘my’ from ‘my dear’. When he’s interested in someone it’s always more direct.”
Hunter chuckled. “Wouldn’t have guessed.”
Sinya seemed to consider something for a moment before dropping her voice low. “He also told me,” she giggled, slipping into a mediocre attempt at the general’s Coruscanti accent. “‘It was to die for, Sinya’.”
The pair shared a laugh, eagerly chasing the small moment of joy to avoid the sorrow of their lost friends.
They were sitting closer together now, and Sinya was beginning to tell some story about her time in the Agricorps when Crosshair peeked in.
For one of the first times since J– since the end of the war, his brother was smiling. It was soft, similar to how he smiled at Omega, but it was almost as if it were deeper.
And Sinya, despite being nearly covered in bandages, having survived being hunted by someone she loved and trusted, was talking, smiling, laughing, and just living.
Something panged at Crosshair’s chest. He was pretty sure it was something like missing someone, but if he was being honest, he couldn’t really feel it. It seemed like he didn’t feel much of anything lately.
He’d gotten too used to keeping all of his emotions under lock and key, only letting the clearer, sharper emotions through. He would show his pride for Omega or his irritation with his brothers’ antics, but everything else fell by the wayside.
The one sharp emotion he refused to let through his delicate mask was pounding at his chest now.
He stepped away from the medbay door, heading back towards the bunks. He knelt next to Tech’s bunk under his, scowling at the mess blocking his access to his footlocker. He sighed and shook his head, pulling at the various wires, spare tools, and clothing and piling them on the unmade bunk.
Pulling out his trunk, he took a shaking breath as he opened it. There wasn’t much inside; he barely used it. A few spare pieces of armor, extra tools for cleaning his rifle, a drawing Omega had made of a tooka with colors like his armor. He smiled fondly at the piece of flimsi, setting it to the side. Beneath it was another piece of flimsi, folded neatly, bearing his name in messy handwriting, and a datapad.
He steeled himself. He wasn’t sure when J– she had written this note, or what it contained. He glanced up through the doorway. Everyone was still out there and he could have this moment for himself.
He held the button to power up the datapad, and waited, unfolding the flimsi and looking over the scrawled Qoljaki lettering across the page, his fingers ghosting over what he recognized to be his name at the top of the page.
The datapad’s soft glow reminded him to look at it. The algorithm Tech made was still open, results still showing. With another deep breath, he began to read.
Crosshair, my Seleno,
I know it has only been a few weeks since you told me you love me. I do not think I tell you enough, but to describe how deeply I love you is a task the greatest poets could never hope to complete. But that is not why I am writing this now. I need to tell you, but I am scared that when I do you will leave me and I will be alone once again. Maybe that is why I am writing this in Qoljaki. I cannot be scared of your reaction if you cannot read it.
Crosshair, I find my heart and mind being pulled in many directions. I have fallen in love with your brothers just as I have fallen for you. I do not know if it is a common practice elsewhere in the galaxy, but on my planet it was very common to love more than one person. I hope that someday I will share this with you, and with the rest of your brothers, too. I can almost feel the bonds between myself and all of you strengthening each day that I spend here.
Wrecker has been more touchy lately. He picks me up and holds me close. He is so sweet and kind, it almost makes my heart ache. I play along like I want him to put me down, but that is far from the truth. I see how he steals glances at you when I am in his arms. I know he is nervous, but I would be glad to let him hold me as long as he sees fit.
Hunter still freezes when I touch him, though he pretends that he had not and I pretend not to notice. We may have had a rocky start, but I do feel like he has accepted me. Do not mention it to him, but I did notice how his shoulders seem to lose their tension when we talk.
It has been interesting to see Echo grow over these past few months. Sometimes, the way he talks to me makes me think he must have really been a charmer back in his ARC trooper days. He is so snarky and I can see why the two of you get along so well. It cannot be so surprising that he has charmed me as you have.
And Tech is, well, Tech. I hope one day I can earn back his friendship, but I am not sure I ever had it in the first place. Even if he never returns the deep love I feel for him, I would be proud just to be his friend. He is so smart, yet so rigid. I hope someday to loosen him up a little.
Oh darling, even just writing this down I can feel the weight of it all lift off my chest. You give me such perfectly intense joy and I am terrified to risk losing that. I pray to the gods that if I ever tell you of my love for your brothers that you will be as understanding and accepting as you have from that day you followed me into the woods.
I am yours, as long as you should wish it,
Jaine
The world around Crosshair was frozen, just as he was, in this brief glimpse into J– Jaine’s mind. For the first time since that night in the hangar, he dropped the mask and let himself feel. Sorrow filled his chest as much as the tears filled his eyes. He’d never let himself get so close to anyone that wasn’t a brother. He felt so lost now. His purpose was stripped from him the moment his chip didn’t activate. There was a tiny part of him that wondered if he’d be happier if it had, but he knew he could never truly want that. No, he knew his purpose now was to protect his family. He just wanted… he needed direction, something to show him how to still let himself feel even if she was gone. He ran his hands over his face in a half-hearted attempt to dry it, but when he opened his eyes, he found that it was still dark. He felt his hands start to shake and his chest tighten up.
–
“Are you alright?”
That voice was almost familiar.
What? he tried to ask, but no sound came out. He tried to look around, but found only darkness.
“What do you think?”
That voice he knew. He knew it in his bones, in the very fabric of his soul.
Jaine?
“I apologize, my child. I’m afraid I’m not sure what else to say,” the first voice hummed. “I hate to see you being tormented like this.”
“Then help me end it!” Jaine sobbed.
Jaine!
Quiet, Moon, the first voice hushed in his head. I will show you what I can. Slowly, his vision lightened. There was a forest around him. He seemed to be hovering, weightless over a small grove. Below him he could see a figure, bright red hair shining in the warm colors of the dusk, tinting the white streak in her hair. It was Jaine.
“Please help me. This is the third time,” Jaine pleaded with a ball of light that was floating before her. Her expression was deep and haunted as she shook on her hands and knees. “You’re a god; there must be something you can do.”
You’re a Chromira, Crosshair gasped.
“There are many things beyond my power, dear one.”
Jaine dropped to the ground, her sobs racking her body.
What is she talking about? Why does she need your help? Crosshair demanded.
Patience, Moon, the Chromira spoke into his mind. There are many things I cannot tell you expressly. I am doing all in my power to show you what I can. Crosshair blinked and he was on the ground next to Jaine. She was so close he could almost touch her, but she didn’t seem to notice him there.
“Show me, little one, all you are going through,” she instructed Jaine. “I will do all in my ability to aid you.”
Jaine brushed her face against her wrist, wiping away the tears. Crosshair knelt beside her. There were dark circles beneath her eyes, and her cheeks were somewhat hollowed. Her hair had grown out considerably and there was a small scar on each of her temples. Were those there on Bracca? He longed to reach out and touch her.
Jaine reached out toward the light, hands shaking.
The scene around them changed and Crosshair stood, looking around.
Jaine lay strapped to a table, her hair splayed out beneath her head. She was in a plain gray jumpsuit. Solid metal restraints secured her to the table. A spherical droid was injecting her with something, he couldn’t tell what.
“What are they injecting you with?” the Chromira questioned.
“Truth serum, this time,” Jaine answered sorrowfully.
He looked around. It was a small room, closed off by a laser gate.
“Where is this, child?” the Chromira asked.
Jaine’s voice sounded around them, disembodied as though they were in her mind. “I-I don’t know. They moved me to this room the last time I died.”
Anger flared in Crosshair’s chest.
“Have you seen the outside?” the Chromira pressed. “Anywhere else in the facility?”
“Hardly anything. Just my cell block, the interrogation room, and here,” Jaine answered, sorrow filling her voice.
Crosshair watched as the scene before him played out. Once the droid had finished its injection, another apparatus extended from it, reaching out to touch the back of her head, right where her skull met her spine.
Moments later Jaine’s body began convulsing against her restraints. Her fists balled and her jaw tightened.
“Tell us how to find Clone Force 99,” a woman ordered, hitting a button on her datapad that made the droid stop. Crosshair tore his eyes away from Jaine as he glared at the woman asking about his brothers. He looked nervously back at Jaine, mentally preparing for her to tell everything.
Jaine’s mouth fell open as she panted, fighting to regain her breath. After a moment, she opened her eyes, glaring at the woman. She pointedly clamped her jaw, eyes shifting to look straight ahead at the ceiling.
“Can’t tell the truth if you don’t say anything,” Jaine told the Chromira.
That’s my girl, Crosshair thought proudly, despite the ache in his chest.
The other woman’s expression didn’t change as she hit another button. The droid returned this time administering shocks of various lengths and intensities to different parts of her body.
Crosshair’s chest ached as he listened to Jaine, struggling not to cry out.
Behind him, the laser gate opened. “How is the interview going, Doctor Karr?”
A man stepped in. He had a smug look that Crosshair wanted to punch right off his head. He held his hands behind him, his left one gloved. His blue eyes were piercing.
“The subject still refuses to talk,” the woman- Doctor Karr, informed him.
“You’ve administered the Bavo Six?” he asked, eyes peering curiously at Jaine, whimpering as the droid finished its round of electrocution.
“Yes,” Karr confirmed. “And doubled the dosage as instructed.”
Who is that? Crosshair asked.
“I see,” the man hummed. “Why has the droid stopped?”
Karr looked down at her datapad. “It is no longer detecting a heartbeat. Should I resuscitate her?”
“No need,” the man said. “She’ll do it herself.”
The scene shifted back to the forest clearing. Jaine was still sitting in the clovers, knees pulled tight against her chest.
“Will it- can I be here longer this time?” Jaine sniffled.
“I’m so sorry, my child,” the Chromira whispered. “It will only be a few hours, but I will stay here with you all the while.”
Isn’t there anything more you can do for her? Crosshair asked.
Showing you this is all I can do and it has drained a considerable amount of energy from me, the Chromira answered in his head. Remember what you have seen, Moon. You need to wake up.
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Crosshair was twitching fitfully on the floor, collapsed against the side of Tech’s bunk when Hunter found him. Tech appeared at the doorway seconds later and they exchanged a look.
“Go to the Moon,” the Chromira had whispered to them, her voice soft and distant. “He will need you as he awakens.”
They pulled him onto Echo’s bunk, waiting silently by his side until he jolted back into his body with a gasp.
Crosshair was frantically taking in his surroundings, panting as he fought to restore his breath.
“Cross,” Hunter said, warily.
“It’s J– Jaine,” he whispered. “She’s being tortured for information. Th-the Chromira showed me…”
“Crosshair, what information?” Tech pressed, his hand gentle on his twin’s arm.
“The Empire is looking for us.”
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OC CT 2403 Volte, Chief Medical Officer of Dragon Company.
Volte is trained in the field medicine of the GAR but also in methods of first response from other galaxies.
Rating: Explicit Adult themes
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Category: F/M
Fandoms: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon)Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media TypesThe Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. TolkienGame of Thrones (TV)Star Wars - All Media Types
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“Her heart stopped. Primer, Boost, get over here and help!” Volte started pumping on her chest, compressing her blood for her since her heart had quit its job. “Boost, you watch the bleeding on her abdomen. It’s going to need reinforcement. Primer, you get over here, give her a breath when I tell you to.” Volte kept up the compressions, suddenly stopping at his count of thirty and barked “Two breaths now Primer!” He watched for chest rise critically and then immediately resumed compressions. Volte did another round, ordering Primer to breathe for her again once more, then he checked for a pulse. This went on for a good ten minutes - compressions, breathe, compressions, breathe, check pulse. Finally, her heart started beating on its own, and she was breathing, albeit shallowly. He sat back on his haunches, watching her, making sure she kept breathing. Dank ferrick, she was so pale. He may not have a choice about the blood transfusion if she was going to make it.
Primer watched Volte critically and finally asked “Well, do we need to do something else? What do we need to do, Volte?” He felt frustrated, terrified and angry. At himself, at this Lord Sideous that had given the order to kill Lara. He couldn’t bring himself to think about what he would do if she died because of their actions. He was so wound up, he was about ready to throttle Volte for not having the answers to his questions. He saw Volte look at him with slightly wild, frightened eyes.
“She needs blood, Primer. I didn’t want to try it because we are human and she’s… whatever she is. I was afraid our blood wouldn’t match and that can kill her just as fast as bleeding to death.” He took a deep steadying breath. “I don’t think we can deny it to her now. We’ve got to try something.”
Primer looked at his medic, realizing the truth of his words. He was stuck between his own personal knowledge of the General, and the rumors that had always surrounded her existence. Few knew for a fact that she was immortal, a true goddess. He struggled to believe she would actually die on them, though she gave every appearance of trying very hard at the moment. If she was as powerful as he’d always been led to believe by Cody, Echo and Fives, and Rex, then surely her body would be able to handle the blood donation from a clone. Primer took a deep breath, and said “I’ll do it Volte. Hook up whatever you need to, and I’ll give her the blood. If something happens, it’ll be my problem and no one else’s.” Besides, he’d made promises to Rex he had to keep; though more often he kept those promises for himself. He had to at least try for Lara’s sake; he couldn’t lose her.
Volte nodded quickly and grabbed Primer’s hand, placing the fingertips on her carotid artery. “If you feel the pulse stop, start compressions. The compressions are the most important part.”
Volte scuttled over to his pack quickly, dumping it upside down to find the contents he needed. He was in too big of a hurry to dig for stuff blindly. He called over to Boost, who was still holding pressure on her bandages. “Boost, how is the bleeding?”
“The bandages are getting soaked; she’s bleeding through. Want me to change them?” Boost looked up at the medic, his eyes full of anxiety. He wasn’t sure how exactly but he wanted to help as best he could.
“No, here.” Volte tossed more gauze packs at him. “Reinforce what you have there. Keep the pressure on.”
Volte continuing digging through the pile of supplies, looking for an IV spike and some venous catheters. He really needed another set of hands. Someone would need to take over for Primer if he was going to be the donor. There was a small crowd of clones growing on the periphery of their impromptu surgical area. Glancing up, Volte saw two men he knew had some extra medical training, cutting through the group of concerned men. He felt a surge of relief. “Turk, Dorian! Get over here. Y’all take over the CPR on the General if she needs it.” The two clones nodded without a word and moved to her side. Primer got up and moved to her other side, as Volte found the equipment he needed and stumbled back to Primer. Primer quickly took off the gauntlet and bicep guard on his left arm, rolling up the sleeve of his body glove for access to his veins. Volte tied a tourniquet on hurriedly, giving Primer’s veins time to build up a little stasis. The medic quickly cleaned Primer’s arm with a disinfectant, then reached back to insert the small cannula into a vein. He’d already connected tubing to the cannula, and with one hand he opened a small clamp to allow blood to flow back into it. He left the tubing down, to allow the blood to flow by gravity into a bag, and secured the tubing to Primer’s arm to stabilize it. As soon as he got some volume into the bag, he spiked another port on the bag with filtered tubing. Volte reached over and cleaned Lara’s arm quickly, then tied another tourniquet on her bicep, popping the skin to try and raise a vein. They were all very flat; she had bled so much. He was going to have to fish for a vein. Grasping the IV catheter, he delicately inserted it beneath her skin, going for a vessel that was at least visible and feeling for the exterior wall of the lumen. As carefully as he could, he felt his way with the tip of the catheter and felt the tissue give a faint pop when it went through the wall of the vein. Volte clicked the mechanism to withdraw the needle; he saw blood well back through the catheter and sighed in relief. He’d gotten it in with one try. Volte popped the tourniquet, attaching the tubing to the catheter now in her arm. He quickly allowed blood to start flowing through the filter tubing to the General. Volte secured the tubing to Lara’s arm as well; he dropped the level of the bag to take blood from Primer and then, clamping it off, he raised it above his head and unclamped Lara’s side of the tubing, allowing it to flow into her.
Volte couldn’t take too much of Primer’s blood at one time, but he kept track of the amount as closely as he could. He pulled two units, about six to seven hundred milliliters out, giving it to the General. While he was completing the transfusion, he heard Turk say to Dorian “Pulse stopped - start compressions Dorian.” Turk’s eyes flicked to Volte’s quickly as Dorian started pumping on Lara’s chest again, working to get the blood flowing that the medic was rushing to give her. Volte lightly compressed the bag, working to administer it faster. Dorian counted off his compressions just like the General had taught them, and when he got to thirty he stopped to allow Turk to give her two breaths. Dorian rolled right back into compressions as soon as the breaths were in. He didn’t stop until he got to thirty again. Turk gave her another couple of breaths and then checked for a pulse. “I’ve got a pulse. And… she’s breathing. Okay. We’re okay.” Turk spoke it more to himself, as if for reassurance.
Primer watched with a helpless feeling. She’d trained them for just about every scenario she could think of, but it was always to save themselves, to help their fellow clones. Lara had never imparted any education on how to save herself. She’d never considered that her own men would betray her. Volte finished pushing the donated blood into the General, then clamped the tubing off. He fiddled in this bag for a little package containing a small cap, and when he removed the tubing from her arm, he placed the cap over the catheter instead, to keep access to her vein. Volte reached over and removed the tubing and IV access from Primer’s arm, giving him a tiny piece of gauze to cover the site. “Volte, is she going to make it?” Primer was afraid to ask, but he had to know.
The medic leaned over her, placing his hand on her carotid pulse, then laying it gently over her chest. He could feel her heartbeat; it felt steady and stronger this time. She was breathing; it was regular and not ragged or shallow. He was afraid to hope much, but he felt there was a chance. As long as she didn’t reject the blood transfusion. “LT we will just have to give her time. If she doesn’t have a transfusion reaction, then it should help her. And if needed we will know we can give her more if she doesn’t have issues and keeps bleeding. But I think the next steps are going to be completely up to her.” Volte got fresh bandages from his bag and reached over to Boost. “Let me change them now, and somebody is going to need to give up their shirt to tie on a pressure dressing.”
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OOOOOOHHHH K/AZ ALLERGY THOUGHTS LET ME SEE ✨
Currently thinking about him being one of those people with severe ragweed allergies who is allergic to chamomile tea as a result,,,, especially since he mostly drinks coffee I feel like this could be an unwelcome discovery for him perhaps
hello! i emerge once again from my writing hell cave to post another little fic because this prompt is SO GOOD. i had to write something for it i just had to (also SORRY for the kinda rubbish ending i got really tired please forgive me xx)
oh ALSO this is supposed to be set like. during/after season 2? but no worries if you haven't watched it cause there's no spoilers
tea (in which i f*ck with k/az b/rekker's dignity for the millionth time)
It was the morning after one of those encounters K/az always referred to as a “negotiation” - more of a brawl, some would say, but who was to disagree with K/az B/rekker - and the five crows were slumped, exhausted, on the seats of a booth in a small, dingy tavern. The not-so-comfortable silence was only broken by a loud growl from J/esper’s stomach. He raised his hands in mock surrender as K/az glared daggers at him. I/nej nudged N/ina with her elbow.
“Let’s order something, yeah?” she asked pointedly. N/ina nodded enthusiastically.
“Oh, yes, please,” N/ina replied, eyes lit up, “I could devour three plates of waffles after last night.”
“I’ll have what she’s having,” J/esper said. He looked down at W/ylan, who looked as though he were about to fall asleep on the taller man’s shoulder. “So will he.”
I/nej turned to K/az. “And for you?” she asked.
“Coffee. Black,” he said shortly. I/nej raised her eyebrows.
“You’re not eating?” Kaz shook his head.
Nina snorted. “Suit yourself, then.” She looped her arm in Inej’s and they made their way to the bar.
Kaz sighed and leaned back in his seat, stretching his bad leg out under the table. Jesper regarded him as he did so.
“You alright, boss? Took a pretty hard hit last night,” he said.
The dark-haired man nodded. “That merch got what he had coming. That’s all that matters.”
“Right,” Jesper agreed. The three of them sat quietly for a while, waiting for Inej and Nina to return. When they finally did, they were holding a tray of drinks.
“The food will be another few minutes,” Inej said as she set each mug onto the table before its recipient. Kaz looked down at his own and nearly laughed.
“What is that?”
“They didn’t have any coffee left. The next shipment isn’t till midday, so we just got the next best thing.”
“Next best thing?” Kaz was looking incredulously at her, “I don’t even know what that is.”
Inej sighed. “That is chamomile tea. And it will do you some good.”
“Something else to fuel him that isn’t caffeine and vengeance,” Jesper said with a snort. Wylan snickered from beside him.
Kaz simply rolled his eyes. The sweet aroma of the tea wafted into his face. It was pleasant, he supposed, though it did settle a faintly familiar tingle in his sinuses. Before he could ponder it further, a barmaid came to their table, arms laden with steaming dishes of waffles - Nina was practically drooling. The sickly, syrupy scent made Kaz grimace, so he settled for a single sip of the yellow-tinted tea in front of him. How bad can it be? Inej drinks this all the time, he thought. Not something he could drink on the regular, but tolerable for now. It was nice, a warm, floral taste that spread throughout his mouth… and nose, apparently? That faint tingle quickly became a fervent tickle, and Kaz’s breath caught quietly. He rubbed roughly at his nose with one gloved hand. The constant waft of steam from the tea wasn’t helping the tickle die down at all, in fact, it was only fuelling the fire. What the hell? he thought, as his nose burned fiercer. Before he knew it, Kaz was ducking down in the little room he had between himself and the table with a heavy sneeze.
“hehH’DJSHHh!” A chorus of ‘bless you’s sounded from around the table. He didn’t even have time to roll his eyes before his breath snagged again, this time much more vocally. “haAh-ehH’dDJSHHhiew!”
Four more ‘bless you’s, this time each with a hint of amusement. Kaz sniffled softly and rubbed at his nose again. The tickle was still wreaking havoc in his nose, and he hadn’t a clue why. He knew he wasn’t getting sick - he felt totally fine, and it wasn’t like he could pin it on an allergy. The only things that really bothered him were dust and that awful ragweed plant that seemed to ruin his life (and dignity) every fall, but this was… a cup of tea. To say he was confused would be an understatement.
“You coming down with somethi-” Jesper began to ask. Kaz cut him off with a third harsh sneeze.
“-ehHiihH’dDSHHhiew! Fucking hell…”
“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” Jesper said, “Bless you, again, by the way.”
Kaz shot him a hazy glare. “I’m not. I’m fine. I don’t know what the hell this is,” he said shortly. Barely moments after he’d finished speaking, he was overcome with the incessant need to sneeze once again.
“Oh, Saints -hehH’dDJISHHhiew! hah-hAHh’JSHHhuh!” Kaz could feel four sets of eyes trained on him as he emerged from the crook of his elbow, some watching in amusement, some in concern. His breath caught, again. In annoyance, Kaz pressed his nose into his sleeve and prepared for the incoming. A sharp hitch, then… nothing. He sniffled tentatively, but with no result, so he gingerly removed his face from his arm. His eyes met Jesper’s across the table, whose mouth was tilted in a smirk.
“Sounds like a repeat scenario of that posh knob’s closet, eh Nina?” he said, elbowing her. Kaz looked at him incredulously. “Oh, yeah, I’ve been told all about that little incident,” Jesper winked, “I should have liked to be there. Shame I missed out on all the fun.”
Kaz was about to spit a snarky reply, but got cut off by the rapid rise in intensity of the burn in his sinuses. He lifted his arm to his face again, breath stuttering.
“hehh… hahHiiihh-!” His eyelids fluttered uncharacteristically with each hitch of his breath, his shoulders rose, and his nostrils flared in irritation. Still nothing. He could tell everyone else had averted their eyes so as to avoid embarrassing him - but he was mortified enough already. Kaz inhaled slowly through his nose and felt traces of the chamomile’s scent sneak their way into his nostrils. The tickle burned deeper. He was on the precipice, the very brink, of a well-needed sneeze, but he just couldn’t seem to-
“hah-heHh’dDJHSSHHhiew! -ahH’JSZZSHh! heHH’DJSHHIEew!”
Finally.
“Could this possibly be the best thing I have ever witnessed?” Jesper asked, eyebrows lifted.
Kaz was breathless. “I don’t get it. What the hell is this?”
Wylan’s brows were furrowed for a moment, then his eyes widened. “The tea,” he said simply.
“What?” said Kaz, looking up from his arm.
“Well, you’re pretty badly allergic to ragweed, aren’t you?” Wylan asked. Kaz said nothing. “Um,” Wylan cleared his throat, “you are. Allergic, that is. Badly.”
The taller man averted his eyes.
“The, uh, well, the chamomile plant is a relative, you could say, of ragweed. And obviously you only really drink coffee, so you haven’t ever really been, well, exposed to this. So, that’s probably what’s making you so-”
“heHH’ISHHhiew!”
Wylan nodded.
“Perfect timing,” laughed Jesper.
Wordlessly, Kaz pushed the offending cup of tea away from him, sniffling softly still. Jesper was sure he’d never seen him looking so annoyed yet so pathetic in his life.
Inej piped up, “I suggest we get rid of that.” She gestured towards the mug. Before anyone could say anything, Kaz was already out of his seat and striding towards the stairs of the tavern. A single muffled sneeze sounded from halfway up the steps before the rhythmic clunk of his cane continued and eventually faded from earshot.
“Got rid of the wrong mug, Inej,” Jesper said with a shrug. Wylan snorted with laughter into his waffles, and even Inej herself cracked a smile.
#this one is Alright at best. but i did have fun writing it so its fine#hope u enjoy!#snz#snzfic#snz blog#snzario#snz kink#sneeze kink#sneezefic#s/ix of cr/ows
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"This Is Nothing!" - Vigilante Sheriff AU
Based off/Inspiration from @rhapsoddity Vigilante Sheriff AU!
Being a hero, whether a legal or not, is not an easy job. It's a dangerous job, villains themselves were dangerous.
Sheriff knew that better than anyone.
Unlike Stratos or Sanctuary, or even someone like Hotguy or Glimmer, his power didn't help in fighting the evildoers. Don't get him wrong, being able to talk to animals (especially his cat, that's the best!!!) was nice, but being able to talk to talk to animals didn't help when a villain was trying to burn, drown, stab, or whatever else they wanted to do to kill him.
However, that didn't mean anything! He was a hero and he would do anything to save people!
Even put his life on the line.
It was night and he had found a large warehouse, housing a gang who had kidnapped two young woman. He jumped in from the glass window, landing on someone's back. The gang screamed and went to grab him. Five against one, this won't be too hard! Sheriff thought, smirking. He punched and kicked the two who made it to him first. The third person tried to stab him, but Sheriff grabbed his arm and crushed his wrist, forcing the man to turn around and pushed him against the fourth man. The fifth man threw a few quick punches that Sheriff dodged. When there was finally a good opening, he blocked the next punch and kicked the person in the stomach before running over to the women who were tied to the chairs.
"You okay?"
"Sheriff!" One of the women sobbed, "Oh, thank you, thank you!"
The dirty blonde took out a knife from his belt and went to cut the rope.
"SHERIFF, LOOK OUT!"
He turned around and his eyes widened as he was stabbed in the side. He groaned at the pain, grabbing the man's wrist in one hand before slamming is elbow into his arm. There was a large crack and the man screamed. Sheriff kicked the man back and took out his lasso as two of the men tried to run over. He was quick to dodge them and wrapped all five of the men in the lasso, disarming them. He took their knives and guns away before freeing the woman.
"Sheriff!" One of the women exclaimed, "Are you okay?!"
"I'm fine." He reassured them with a smile, "This wound is nothing thanks to my power!" The women seemed to believe him, "Now go, run. There's no one around, but there is a payphone nearby."
"T-Thank you!" They cried, running away.
Sheriff took out a deputy sticker and put it on one of the men's foreheads. He then took out his grappling hook and quickly threw it up, leaving through the roof. Once on top of the roof, he groaned, holding his side. He looked down, seeing blood seeping through and staining his white shirt.
"S-Shit..." He groaned, quickly running and jumping to the next roof.
He kept running for a few minutes before the pain in his body took over. He fell to his knees, sobbing as he held his side, the knife still stuck inside him.
"F-Fuck..." Sheriff jumped off the roof, the closed trash dumpster easing his fall. He opened the lid and took out the knife, throwing it inside, "F-Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He stumbled forward, leaning against the wall, holding his side. The blood stained his white shirt and hands, sobbing a bit.
"D-Dammit..." He couldn't help but curse, everything just hurt.
He groaned, stumbling forward. He closed his eyes and fell to his knees, sobbing, tears falling down his cheeks, Fuck, there is no way I'm going to make it home...
"Are you okay?"
Sheriff looked up and saw a stray dog, "...N-No, I..." He groaned, "F-Fuck, I'm g-gonna die..."
The dog stepped forward, "That's a lot of blood..."
"...C-Can you do something for me?"
"Can you understand me?"
"Yes, I c-can..." Sheriff removed his hat, mask, scarf, jacket, and grabbling hook, "N-Norman and F-Flick... T-Two cats, th-they're mine... B-Both are white... T-They wait for me on t-the windowsill, b-bring this to them..."
"What about you?! I-I can't just leave you!"
"I-I know roughly wh-where I am... A-A friend l-lives nearby... P-Please, j-just bring that to t-them and t-tell them I love t-them and I-I'm okay... You can st-stay in my h-house, I'll give you t-treats and food w-when I come back..."
The stray dog was hesitant but nodded. He took all of Sheriff's items and listened to the directions and description of the dirty blonde's house. When the dirty blonde finished, the dog ran away, following everything he said. The man then pulled himself up, holding his side as he stumbled forward.
He laughed weakly, "H-Heh, l-let's j-just hope he's not b-busy..."
***
"Come back here you little rascal!"
Joel laughed, leaning against the doorframe of the laundry room, "Sausage, you're not going to catch Hermes!"
The other brunette grabbed the boy and picked him up, "That's what you think~!"
The boy screamed, "Dad, help!"
"I can't, sorry!" Joel teased, turning, "Your clothes are done drying!"
"DAD, SAVE ME!" "HE CAN'T SAVE YOU FROM MY KISSES!"
Joel laughed as he heard his boyfriend start putting exaggerated kisses all over Hermes face, the boy screaming playfully. Joel chuckled and took the clothes out of the dryer, placing them on the couch. He sat down and watched Hermes manage to slip out of Sausage's grip. He ran and jumped on the couch, "hiding" behind Joel as Sausage stood in front of them.
"Dad! Fly!" Hermes hugged his neck, "Take off! You gotta save me from Sanctuary!"
"Kid, not even I can beat Sanctuary!" Joel snickered, "Better find someone else!"
Hermes snickered, "I'll go get Sheriff, he'll save me!"
"THAT'S IT!" Joel yelled playfully, grabbing the blonde and hugging him, "Sausage, tickle attack!"
"NO, NO, PAPA, NO-"
"Sorry, champ, you should have behaved!" Sausage teased and began tickling him, Hermes screaming and laughing, begging for mercy.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Sweetcheeks, could you get the door?" Sausage asked as he stopped tickling Hermes, picking him up, "I'm gonna get him ready for bed!"
"Noooooo!" Hermes whined.
"Behave, mister!" Joel teased before standing up and walking to the front door. He opened the front door and said, "Who is- WHAT THE-?!" The brunette screamed, grabbing the other before he could fall forward, "JIMMY!"
"U-Uggg, Joel..." The dirty blonde groaned, smiling weakly, "H-Hi there, b-buddy..."
"S-SHIT! SAUSAGE!" Joel helped the other inside, laying a blanket on the couch before putting Jimmy down on it, "H-Holy shit, what happened?!"
"B-Bar fight..." Jimmy groaned, "Y-You should s-see the o-other g-guy..."
Sausage walked out and screamed, "JIMMY!" He put Hermes down, "HERMES, GET JIMMY WATER AND WET A TOWEL FOR ME!"
The boy nodded, doing as he was told. He gave Joel the glass of water and ran to get a towel as Sausage came back. Joel pulled up Jimmy's shirt and his boyfriend poured some alcohol antiseptic on the wound. The dirty blonde screamed at the pain.
"I don't have time to numb you!" Sausage exclaimed, tears coming to his eyes.
Jimmy watched as Hermes came back. He grabbed the towel and put it in his mouth, before grabbing Joel's hand, nodding at Sausage.
"Don't scream at me when it hurts!" Sausage hissed, getting the stiches ready.
"I-Is he gonna be okay?" Hermes whispered to Joel.
Joel flinched as Jimmy squeezed his hand, the dirty blonde closing his eyes and biting into the rag. He smiled at the young boy, "He'll be okay."
Jimmy groaned, clenching Joel's hand and the couch as Sausage stitched the wound. When he finished, he poured more of the alcohol on it before taking the rag from his mouth, gently patting the wound, getting rid of the blood.
The brunette wrapped his wound and sighed, "There, finished..."
Jimmy went to sit up.
"No, sit down." Sausage pushed him down, "Lay down, you shouldn't move!"
"Norman a-and Flick-"
Joel rolled his eyes, "Idiot! I'll fly you to your house tomorrow, get some rest!"
The dirty blonde murmured something before he closed his eyes, falling asleep easily.
Sausage sighed in relief, "He's okay..." He cupped his hands together, "Por favor, déjalo estar bien, Santa Perla."
Joel gently nudged Hermes, "Come on, bud, let's go to bed."
"But-"
"Jim will be okay, I promise. Come on."
Hermes nodded, letting Joel pick him up and take him to the bedroom.
Even at such a young age, he knew his dads were more trying to convince themselves than him.
AN: For those who don't know, the Spanish is just "Please, let him be okay, Saint Pearl."
Figured it was a cute tie in if Sausage was a believer in Saint Pearl like in Empires. :D
#jimmy solidarity#empires jimmy#empires solidarity#solidaritygaming#solidarity gaming#empires joel#joel smallishbeans#smallishbeans#solidarity x smallishbeans#solidarity x joel#jimmy x joel#not really#it's implied#kinda#Joel is just protective of Jimmy#that's it#hermitshipping#empires smallishbeans#smallishbeans x mythicalsausage#mythicalsausage#vigilante au#vigilante sheriff au#empires s2#empires smp#ambiguous ending#ambiguous end
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I was joking about making a beta10 oc but now I kind of like the thought of it.
The thought of the original prototype that Neon brought in being so... so damaged, so hurt from the war that the bot never truly recovered from it. And it fought him tooth and nail when he tried restoring it, too; whatever prior identity it was given didn't take well to realizing it'd been "captured" and is now being "held hostage" when it needs to be out on the battlefield. The thought of it possibly growing aggressive at first and warning to use force (before again realizing it can't. That time is really J's doing.) And all of this because it doesn't recognize who J is, because:
You are not the man I am meant to command to. Where is he?
And it takes a while. It takes a good while for it to finally adjust to this new situation and its new chain of command as it seemed. (When it finally accepts that J and its former Captain were one in the same, or that J was a renowned Captain in and of itself, it would gladly offer to dismiss itself for such horrible behavior. J heavily refused, of course.)
And something about the thought of this original, this prototype, eventually being rehabilitated enough to help J around the mansion and monitor him as it is but never being able to accept that the war truly ended, no matter how many times J tells it. Something about the thought of J finding letters written to someone who's passed or was never alive to begin with or was a serial number all along. Near obsessive amounts of writing in the beginning that eventually die off to twice a year: an anniversary and a birthday. J helps it 'mail them' to an address that doesn't exist. In reality, he still has them.
The new 1010 end up being made / repurposed in lieu of it, essentially. It gets all the tweaking and upgrades as practice before it gets distributed to the rest. And they end up being far more "personable" than it will ever be, but it is still raw. It still knows everything they've forgotten.
If it's still functioning after all this time... it helps J around with more technical things behind the scenes. It monitors security. It even can work as a body double for one of the others, should an absolute emergency occur.
I don't know, man. Just the thought of the first bot J works with since his recovery never being able to be in their little cool sexy boyband or whatever because it still can't move past the war, the same way J himself can't.
But the difference is one of them was born, not made.
#something about this guy keeping his old cap and preferring the look of his old uniform and writing home to a lover that doesn't exist.#asking j if he's been getting any letters back. anything at all.#before it eventually accepts there won't be anything back and writes them regardless.#maybe decides for itself that the person passed and that's why.#if that's the case...#it had to be manually shut down so it wouldn't explode.#but at the end of the day it is still wholly convinced:#it was made to kill.#it was made to die.#and that is all.#nsr oc#no straight roads oc#nsr 1010 oc#1010#ও musings
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