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sparrowsworkshop · 10 months

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“All I Am” by OneWingedSparrow, for Zelink Week 2023; Chapter 1: Deceptive Appearances

Next Chapter >>> (Coming Soon) Fic Summary: The captain of the Knights of Hylia has been tasked with holding back the demon king’s forces. Aware that he is out of his league, Link struggles with coming to terms with the gravity of this command. Fortunately, Hylia is watching out for him. Main Tags: Link / Hylia, Hylia & The First Hero, Hylia & Link vs Demise, Worth, Purpose, Romance, Skyward Sword I Love You But We Ignore SkSw Canon for the Sake of Creative Liberty, I suppose that fact makes this an AU, it’s supposed to be set way before the events of Skyward Sword anyway, Additional Tags to Be Added Warning Tags: Alcohol Use, Conversations about Death, Struggling with Feeling Unworthy, Addtional Tags to be Added

Author’s Note: This fic will be rated M on AO3, but will stay SFW throughout. Before you choose to read, please be mindful that this story will touch upon heavier themes. Angst with a Good Ending: As of now, I cannot promise that this story will have a Happy ending; but I am certain that it will be Good. Read on AO3 @zelinkcommunity Here is my fic for Day 2 of Zelink Week 2023! “Forbidden.” The rest of this fic will not be posted for Zelink Week (I have other fics to share for the remaining days), but I intend to return to it at a later date! I hope you will keep it on your radar! ✨ Reblogs are appreciated!

~ He was going to die. He knew better than to believe in mercy from a demon king. That’s why Link didn’t bat an eye at the inflated price of Tabantha’s homemade whiskey, but simply tossed the bag of rupees over the counter at her and started drinking straight from the bottle. If anyone had been seated on the empty stool to his right, they might have noted the haggard lines carved into the man’s forehead—that is, if those were even visible under the low-hanging hood of his tattered black cloak. If such a person had a keen eye, they might even have recognized the blood red scarf tucked inside the hood, a noose that never left his neck; and they would well have wondered, perhaps aloud, “What is the captain of Hylia’s army doing at this bar at this hour, drinking his life away?” Not that the captain himself would have answered. Link’s eyes were distant, staring into a realm no mortal could wander. He downed the whiskey with the same practice and precision as he might have driven a blade into the heart of a foe. How long he sat there, whiling away what little remained of his life, Link neither knew nor cared. Though Tabantha’s bar was filled with its usual number of patrons, and a steady hubbub rollicked the room, silence was the captain’s only companion. Until someone took the stool to his right, and swung it towards him, long skirt swishing over the worn, oak floor. Removed though he was, the motion caught his eye. Link glanced over the bottle to see a woman beside him, leaning one elbow over the bar. The light from the sconces on the wall seemed to make her hair sparkle; golden, it was, and long like a tapestry, with purple beads braided into a few choice sections. If he was in his right mind, he might have thought her beautiful. But hearts blinded by dread so rarely acknowledge the beauty set before them, prominent though it may be. “No man thirsts so without reason,” his companion said. Her voice was soft, and seemed to float through the air like a feather. “What is it that you seek to forget?” Link tugged at his scarf, freeing just enough to wipe his mouth. A burp came out before his reply, but he was too drunk for his lack of table etiquette to bother him. “All of it,” he said, raising the bottle in a solitary toast. “Take it...take it away.” “That is much to ask for, my friend. Is that truly what you wish?” “Why not?” He laughed, hard and long, but there was no humor in the sound. “No point in holding on. You get it, yeah? You—you unnerstand.” Even the hearty din of the room could not drown out her silence. She was quiet for a time, though he wasn’t sure how long that time was. He shouldn’t have cared—why was this woman even bothering to talk to him, anyway?—and yet, when he tipped the bottle back again, it froze before the rim even touched his lips. She...she was looking straight at him, and for some reason, he startled. Her face...those eyes. Did he know her? Huh. How strangely...familiar. This unplanned staring contest could have gone on forever, had the woman not looked away first. Despite this, Link knew she was not turning away from him, not writing him off as some drunken fool blabbering on. No, she was still listening; he was convinced she was listening. For some reason, words started to dribble out of his mouth, freely as the whiskey on his chin. “We’re gonna die,” Link said bluntly. “We’re all gonna die. They think we can fight the Demon King. Ha!” His voice cracked. “Th’ last line of defense, they call us, an’ they’re right, they’re right. They’re right, y’know. We can’t hold him off for long. Not alone, without divine aid.” He spread his arms wide for dramatic effect, and then let them fall, limply, to his sides. Her long, pointed ears inclined towards him, her countenance somber. “Your wisdom is sound,” she said softly. “Facing him alone is ill-advised.” The bottle was slick in his grasp. He tipped it on accident, spilling a considerable amount of booze on his cloak. Link growled at the treachery, and tried unsuccessfully to wipe it away. “You need not face him alone, Link. I vow, I shall be with you.” This news was surprising enough to divert his attention. He looked her up and down. Round face, white dress, bare feet. Her hands looked too soft to have held any weapons. Her face seemed too peaceful to have seen much battle. If she believed herself a warrior, where was the proof? “You?” he said hoarsely, now too tired to laugh. “I,” she said, with a smile that rivaled the glitter of her beads. “You,” he repeated, frowning. Such confidence, such poise...it all seemed so familiar. Was she an acquaintance? An old friend? Did he know her after all? He couldn’t recall. “Wha’s—” Link hiccuped. “Your name, by the by?” “Hylia,” she replied. “I am Hylia.” Link stared at her through bleary eyes. “Like the—the, the goddess?” “Precisely like the goddess,” said the woman named Hylia, feathery voice embellished with a certain fondness. “You are correct.” Well, he didn’t know anyone named Hylia. Clearly, his gut was mistaken. She must have reminded him of someone he once knew. “Tha’s funny,” Link mused. “You don’...look like a Hy...lia.” With that proclamation, he tipped off the stool. The whiskey slipped from his fingers; but Hylia caught the bottle before it could crash to the floorboards alongside his crumpled form. The liquid sloshed lackadaisically within; the bottle was nearly empty. “And you do not look like a Hero, Captain,” Hylia said, peering down at the floor where he lay, hood and scarf both fallen askew. She set the whiskey upon the counter, and the brown glass dimly reflected the faint glow of her long, golden hair. “But appearance oft belies the deeper truth within.” * * * A ruthless hangover thrashed him into waking. Hmm. Tent poles. He was in his tent, back at the warcamp. Birds twittered outside, gossiping behind his back. He sat up and groaned, shooing a fly away from his face. How...did he get here? He had no memory of the night before. “Well, that’s mighty fine,” Link said aloud, with a snort. There was much he wished he could forget; the escapades of last night were certainly the least of his troubles. Summoned by his voice, the flap of the tent lifted. The army cook poked his head in, immediately wrinkling his nose. “Captain. I see you’re awake.” “Yeah? I see it too,” Link muttered dryly. Stretching, he reached for his nearby daypack, and began rummaging through its pockets. “Do you have anything truly useful to report, Dovos?” “The soldiers grow antsy,” Dovos said. “You are not usually absent for the morning drills. Pipit wanted to wake you earlier, but left to run the drills instead.” His fingers danced between several smooth, cold objects. There was a catch. There was always a catch. “How kindhearted of Pipit to let me sleep in,” Link said, distractedly. “I sent him away from your tent.” The cook cleared his throat. “Captain, I...I never thought you to be a drinking man.” There it was. “I am not,” Link replied, and tossed a gift through the air. A single rupee landed in Dovos’ open palms. When he saw the color, the cook’s tanned face turned darker than ever. “Silver? You play a dangerous game, Captain. The Knights of Hylia must abstain from alcohol. You know this.” “And a man on his deathbed is gifted spirits to drown the pain,” Link snapped. “If Hylia so desires, she may strike me down. Frankly, it would be a mercy.” So saying, he threw another rupee at the man. This time, it was gold. Dovos’ eyes went wide. “I appreciate your concern,” Link said, voice hardening, “but my business is my own. Consider this my token of thanks for carrying me back, and mind that you do not follow me on my private outings again.” “I did not carry you back, sir,” Dovos stammered, fumbling with the rupees. Link scowled. “Un—understood, Captain.” The cook ducked, and the flap closed after him. Blasted headache. Link rubbed his eyes, while his dry, dirty hair fell over his face like a veil. What had become of him the evening before? Had he stumbled back here alone? In the dark? Miles from camp? No...someone had to have been with him. Hiding his intoxicated state from the soldiers. Ensuring no one took advantage of him on the way. Keeping him from getting lost. With a sigh, Link loosened the scarf on his neck, and then threw the soiled fabric to the corner of the tent. As if that would happen. No one ever cared that much. ~ Next Chapter >>> (Coming Soon)

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sleepyfan-blog · 22 days

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Mercy

Author's note: this is the first part of a six part series. Next

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets

Warnings: character death, mentions of torture, mention of child torture, infected wounds

Summary: Cedric is pressed to giving the Final Mercy to a badly injured civilian.

Cedric took in a deep breath, squared his shoulders and stepped into the drop pod he'd been ordered to report to. This was the first major engagement that the young Astartes was going to be participating in. The Imperial world that he was hurtling down to the surface of, the drop pod shaking a little from the force of gravity that gripped it causing him to shift a little, was beset by foul xenos - Drukhari, who were taking a perverse delight in torturing any human who was unfortunate enough to be found by their cruelties. The detachment of Astra Militarum on the planet had tried their best - and was continuing to fight against the evil witch-xenos, but needed the aid of the closest Astartes chapter in order to fully drive the bastards away.

Cedric had never seen any kind of Eldar before - beyond the holo-pictures and brief blurbs on news stations as a young child, and occasionally during his training as an Aspirant for the Black Templars. No matter the challenge set before him and his brothers in arms, they would take up the challenge and they would win. For the Emperor! For the Imperium!

It was nightfall when Cedric charged out of his drop pod, power-sword in one hand, blaster in the other. Thick black smoke choked the sky as the nearby village had been set ablaze by laughing xenos. The young apothecary lined up a shot as the slender being continued to laugh and stalk after several humans, each of whom had clearly been injured - their legs broken as they crawled on their hands and knees through the blasted out landscape. One of the humans spotted where he and his fellow Templar-Aspirants had landed and yelled out "My lords! Please, save us!"

Dovo, who had been named squad leader for this mission growled into his vox "Agrald, Sevros, Rodron, aim for the xenos, try to kill it, or at least drive it off. Dessias, help Cedric find a spot with at least a little bit of cover to patch up the civilians."

A chorus of "Yes sirs!" came from Cedric and the rest of the squad as they immediately obeyed orders.

Cedric's eyes flicked from one blasted out pit to another, his training immediately kicking in "There's a copse of trees a klik and a half from our current location - but I suspect that's been left there as a lure by the xenos... And I'm not sure those civilians can make it that far. Not with how much they've likely already bled."

He was grateful for the internal vox messages, as the roar of a ship's engines blasted overhead, causing the six of them to duck and roll before popping up again - a friendly ship, given that they hadn't been shot at.

Rodron called out over vox "Xeno down! To the civies, sarge?"

Dovo nodded a little "Yes, move quickly and carefully! These particular xenos like leaving traps that cripple and injure scattered around, as they enjoy the suffering of others. It may even give their witches power."

It did not take long for the six of them to get to the injured civilians. Dovo, Agrald, Severos and Rodron started to secure the perimeter as Dessias helped Cedric corral the civilians in one place for treatment. Two elderly baseline humans, four women, trembling and glassy-eyed, and a half-dozen children, none of whom were older than ten years old. The youngest was a four year old little girl, and in the best shape, having been hidden by one of her older brothers from the worst of the xenos' cruelties. Each of them had their legs and fingers broken. Many of them had been stabbed, shot and electrified by what looked like the business end of a cattle prod multiple times from the size and location of the burns.

They'd been tormented by the foul xenos for weeks judging by the infection that had already set into many of their wounds - the swollen redness beneath the skin, the foul greenish-yellow oozing puss that Cedric lanced with sterile needles, having administered just enough pain relievers to keep the civilians from screaming, without them going unconscious and forcing them to guard them for much longer... Additionally, this was only the beginning of what might be a weeks if not months-long battle, and Cedric knew that he needed to ration the supplies that he had carefully.

"Please stay still while I set your bones, please." Cedric ordered levelly as he gestured for Dessias to hold one of the civilians down as he gripped one of their legs in his hands.

The middle-aged human woman shook and whimpered a little "My... My lords what-"

Cedric cut her off, explaining with a touch of impatience "The bones in your lower leg have begun to heal, but they are improperly set, and will prevent you from walking properly. I will need to re-break and set them properly, for your own good. Afterwards, I will wrap them to help the bones stay in place. I have given you some painkillers to take the edge off."

"Y-yes my lo-AAAAH!" The woman screamed as Cedric re-broke and set her tibia and fibula mid-sentence.

His hands were steady as he used some of the tension-bandages in his pack to set her bones in place. He turned to the two elderly baseline humans, looking them both over critically. The man was feverish and had been showing signs of mental confusion. His breathing was fast and shallow, and as Cedric checked the civilians' legs and arms... Generalized swelling and sweating. Cedric swallowed hard, his stomach sinking a little. While he could treat what had afflicted this civilian... It would take quite a few of the supplies he had on hand, and -

There was another roar of engines and Dessias dragged him away from the badly injured elderly baseline human as the sleek, cruel shape of a drukhari landing vessel swooped low overhead. A half-dozen of their pitiless warriors dropped down onto the ground and stalked towards them.

While the rest of his squad immediately opened fire on the approaching Drukhari, Cedric returned to his civilian patients. The older man was in too critical a condition for him to work on him, not when most of the rest of the civilians also needed patching up and were in much better shape, despite their own broken bones. May the god-emperor's light guide and accept his soul Cedric thought as he deliberately turned away from the older human man to work on patching up the teenagers and children. "Please keep as quiet as you can, xenos approach, and will likely try to close the distance faster if they know that you are beyond the shield-barrier my brothers are providing you."

"W-We'll try, m-my lord." One of the teenagers stuttered, tears running down her face as she held down one of her companions as he re-broke and bandaged their legs. The sound of bolter fire did help cover the sounds of pain and fear that left the baseline humans he tended to as best he could. Within minutes, the only one he had yet to fully tend to was the older human man... Who was currently shivering as a rash was spreading across his body. Cedric bowed his head for a moment as he checked the old man's vital signs, hearts sinking. "My apologies, elder. You need more help than I am able to give you."

The old baseline human looked at him steadily, nodding shakily. He sat up and said "I don't... I don't want to be left alive for the xenos to find, my lord. I-"

Dovo spoke to the squad over internal vox, so as to not panic the civilians "We need to move - the bastard xenos have a bunch of those twisted animal reinforcements of theirs. Cedric, are the civilians able to be moved at speed?"

"... Most of them, sir." Cedric answered honestly, keeping his voice steady.

"Understood. Get the civilians capable of moving going. We need to get these civilians three and a half kliks to the north-east to the extraction point. Anyone who can't keep up will need to be left behind."

"To the Drukhari?! That's a fate worse than death, Dovo- I mean Brother-Sargeant!" Rodron spluttered, sounding equal parts horrified and unhappy. "Civilians aren't that heavy, surely we can carry anyone who can't move on their own?"

"We need to be able to shoot and cut down the enemies in our way, Rodron. Having your hands full of civilians increases the possibility of all of us being killed or worse." Dovo countered "Are you disobeying my orders?"

"Of course not, sir. I just-" Rodron spluttered, bristling a little.

Cedric suppressed a wince as he could hear the whole squad beginning to argue about what should be done. As the Apothecary assigned to the squad, it was his duty to tend to the sick and injured to the best of his abilities... And to grant them the emperor's final mercy, should that be needed. He turned to the elderly human man, bolter in hand as he murmured "May you bask eternally in the Emperor's light."

The elderly baseline human nodded, a grim smile on his lips "Thank you, my lord. For not leaving me to the xenos."

Cedric nodded and fired once at the elderly human man's chest, exactly where his heart should be. The civilians' body jerked backwards with the force of the bolter round entering his body and the youngest of the baseline humans began to cry and whimper. He stood, holstering his bolter for a moment as he offered a hand to help the baseline humans up "We need to get moving quickly. There are more xenos encroaching on our position and we have an extraction point to get you to. But you need to get there on your own feet, while we keep the filthy xenos from inflicting more pain and misery upon you."

"Y-Yes my lord..." They stuttered, one of the teenagers timidly taking his offered hand, staggering up onto their feet wincing as their broken bones likely protested their weight. Cedric and the rest of his squad formed up around the small group of injured civilians, with Dovos leading them to the extraction point.

#black templar #oc: cedric #oc: dovo #oc: agrald #oc: sevros #oc: Rodron #oc: dessias #cw: infected wounds #cw: character death #cw: mention of torture #cw: mention of child torture #drukhari #black templar ocs #warhammer 40k

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fugeoni666 · 1 year

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"Let's go home, where the soul was born"

#antonin dvorak #classicaloid #クラシカロイド #dovo chan #fugeoni #oh my lord I have done it again

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dragonotaku-justineverything · 1 year

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Jaune sempai after prodding from Glynda he decides to go and visit the other two members of his team! He is shocked to find they want to welcome him with open arms

Jaune took in a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves as they started to rise again. He had been hyping himself up all day for this, but now that he was standing out of the building with "Golden palate" written above it large, golden letters and easily readable on the black background and a golden plate logo in the middle underneath the writing. Nothing too fancy, but Jaune knew how much Piken had liked that name and didn't particularly like fancy.

He looked around the street he was on, fully knowing that he was just stalling for more time to avoid the conversation ahead of him. There wasn't much to keep his attention though, given how late it was. Even though it was a Friday night, only a few individuals and couples were walking down the street. The last of the nearby stores that stayed open later than others were now starting to close down for the night themselves, so there wasn't much left for people to do for the night besides loiter about. Speaking of closing down, the Golden Palate was about to as well, so Jaune really could stall any longer.

With a gulp, he stepped forward, pulled the door open, and walked in.

Susan heard the chime of the door and fought down a sigh. Of course, when they were almost closed, another guest had to come in. She was just wiping down one of the last dirty tables with a clean towel before she was going to start the closing cleaning in the back with Piken.

They had sent most of their other staff home already a few hours ago, thinking it was about to die down but ended up getting a small pop of guests not soon after. They managed it pretty well, but it was still kind of exhausting for the both of them. Thankfully the other chefs, servers, and hosts were still able to get out at decent time so they could go home and get some well earned rest. Now it was just the two of them left to deal with the closing duties. And of course the guest that just walked in.

'Oh well, I guess one more table won't hurt. Just please don't let them be difficult.' With a quick inhale and exhale, Susan stood up straight and softly patted her stomach before turning around to greet their newest guest in her usual cheerful voice. "Hiii, welcome to the Golden Palate! How may we... h-help you..."

Susan's greeting trailed off as she saw just who their late guest was. Her old team leader Jaune Arc. The towel in her hands suddenly hung limply from one finger. Surprise overtook all her senses as she stared at Jaune. Her mind was racing, but she couldn't say anything.

Thankfully, Jaune could still manage to find his voice. "H-hey... Susan... I hope I'm not... intruding or anything."

Susan silently shook her head, her mouth hanging open a little.

Jaune seemed to lose the confidence he did have at her total silence. He rubbed his arm nervously. As he rubbed his arm, Susan noticed the familiar black and blue glove and armor on his right arm. She recognized it immediately, and she could already feel the tears start stinging at her eyes.

"D-do you think that we could talk maybe? J-just the three of us?"

Susan finally seemed to snap back to the present and spoke, "S-sure Jaune..." Following a moment of silence, the cheetah faunus turned and walked off towards the kitchen in the restaurant, calling out loudly as she got near the double-swing door. "Piken! C-can you come out here! S-someone's here to t-talk with us!"

"Sure thing! One sec!"

True to the voice's words, it was only a seconds later until the door swung open towards Susan and revealed Jaune's other former teammate, Piken Dovo. Piken was just finishing removing his apron when Susan rushed up to him. Jaune was too far away, but from the way that the man stiffened up as she talked to him, he knew Piken was just as hesitant for this meeting as he was.

Jaune didn’t have very long to think about it though as the two started walking back over towards him. Piken stopped by Jaune and took a long look at his old leader. It had been over three months since either of them had seen him, which had last been a week before they had left Beacon, leaving the Huntsman life behind them. And he wasn’t too sure what to do. But he had one thing he could do. “Hey Jaune. You... wanna take a seat at the bar? I’m going to lock up the place really quick.”

Jaune nodded. “S-sure. That sounds great, thank you.”

Jaune slowly paced over to the small bar along one wall while Piken went to the front door to start locking up. Susan herself went to the back to quick finish up a few closing things before joining Jaune at the bar, though she kept her distance. She was sitting two stools away, putting an extra empty stool between them. She was hoping the space would make things feel less awkward.

It didn’t.

They sat in silence until Piken joined them and stood on the other side of the bar. Only then did the cheetah faunus feel willing to speak. “So Jaune... What brings you by? You... haven’t stopped by before...”

Well... that was a great way to start the conversation...

Susan immedately realized what she said, and worry filled her face as she tried to back pedal. “I-I mean you haven’t.... uuuuhmmmm...”

Jaune just shook his head and spoke up to get her to stop. “It’s okay Susan. I know what you meant. But you’re right. I haven’t been around a lot recently... ” Jaune brushed aside her attempts to say something more sensitive. He looked at her and Piken. Susan settled down a little and Piken just kept looking at him silently from the other side of the bar. Jaune breathed in and out slowly. He thought back to his conversation with Professor Goodwitch yesterday morning.

She had found him passed out in the training room. Again. It was about the seventh time or so that she had, and unlike she had done all the other times she found him, she didn’t just let him go. Instead she basically forced him to open up to her, no longer letting him hide his problems from her.

And boy did he open up.

Jaune let the last two months of stress, hurt, anger, sadness, regret, loss, guilt, and overall just pain explode out of him. Not at Glynda specifically, but just raging in the room in general. After a few minutes of ranting (and crying) Glynda calmed him down and told him he couldn’t keep training himself to exhaustion as some sort of punishment or distraction. Instead, she helped talk him into coming down to Vale and confronting his friends about what happened.

So here he was. Pouring his heart out once again. This time to the two people he had yelled at three months ago. Who he had called cowardly and pathetic for running away like they were.

“And I’m sorry. For everything I said three months ago. I was so incredibly wrong and I was angry at everything then, but I shouldn’t have lashed out at you two... I just felt like you were abandoning me for what happened to Azuri. It wasn't right to think that. It was selfish of me and I shouldn't have tried to get in the way of your own lives. I am so sorry I pushed you both away. I know you're- huph?"

Jaune was cut off when Susan had suddenly stood up and hugged him. It felt weird getting a hug from her after so long without one, but he did remember her amazing hugs. He even felt her tail come around gently wrap around his waist like she used to do. After missing only a beat, Jaune hugged her back tightly. He had missed her hugs.

"You're too hard on yourself still... Glynda came in a while ago and told us what was happening to you." Susan mumbled into Jaune's shoulder. "We never once thought that you were the one to blame. We never once thought that we were hurting you so much by leaving! We were just so scared... If something that horrible could happen to someone as nice as Azuri, then how could any of us really expect to come home every time we left. It is, in no possible way, your fault Jaune! But... Oh Jaune you had us so scared! When Professor Goodwitch told us how you were acting and working yourself to exhaustion every other day, we felt terrible, but we just didn't know what to do! And with starting up the restaurant, we couldn't go up to Beacon because we were just so busy here!"

Jaune was shocked to hear this come flooding out of Susan. Someone who was usually so carefree and so full of joy to the point of infecting others with it just by talking to them. To hear that she was worrying about HIM after the way they had parted knocked Jaune for a loop.

However, he wasn't too shocked that he didn't notice another pair of arms wrapped around him from the side. Piken had come around from the other side of the bar and had wrapped his arms around the two of them, hugging them both tightly. Jaune it returned with one arm across Piken's back. "We did try calling you, but we couldn't get through no matter how much or what time we tried."

Jaune bowed his head. He knew why they couldn't reach him, and he was pretty sure they knew as well. He had blocked their numbers in his scroll in anger after their fight. He'd honestly forgotten about doing that until just now. So that made him feel even more guilty about everything he'd done to his friends.

He promised himself, right then and there, that he'd make it up to them.

For the next five minutes, the old friends kept hugging and aired the rest of their regrets, worries, and especially apologies to each other. They actually all ended up going around in circles, taking turns forgiving one another it seemed. Pretty soon the three of them realized they were just going back and forth with saying they were sorry and then the other forgiving them. And at that point they all just started laughing.

After their laughing fits died down, it was like the tension totally cleared and they started talking like they used to for about another 30 minutes. It was so nice to Jaune to be able to talk to the two of them again after so long. And to hear them hear him out and forgive him had made him feel better than he had in months.

But it was getting very late, and Piken and Susan needed to get home and to sleep soon for work tomorrow. Jaune fully understood, and he apologized for dropping by out of nowhere without warning. Yet again, he was forgiven and told that it was fine. "More than fine" in fact by a much happier Susan.

Jaune stood up from the bar stool and was about to leave when something shifted in his hoodie pocket, reminding him of something. "Oh yeah! I also have something for you guys." Jaune looked down and reached into the pocket. He struggled for a few seconds, but then finally pulled out a huge bundled stack of Lien cards.

"Here you go." Which he tossed onto the bar.

Susan and Piken's eyes had almost shot out of their head when they saw the stack land on the counter. They didn't move or say anything. They just looked back at Jaune.

Jaune, when he saw them staring, just gestured to the stack and repeated, "Here you go."

Susan yelled first. "What do you mean 'here you go'!?"

Piken was right behind her. "Jaune what the hell?!"

Despite both of their yelling though, they had moved closer to the stack and started looking at it. Piken, with very shaky hands, reached out and picked it up delicately. He almost choked when he felt the weight of it.

"I promised I was going to help you get your dream about opening up the most famous restaurant. I know I'm pretty late to the game, but that's the start of me trying to keep that promise."

The couple stood side by side and kept marveling at the stack of money before Susan managed to ask, "H-how..."

"If you're asking how I have that much, weeeeell I sort of dipped into my savings that I'd been building with my share of the side jobs we were doing. Also I called in a couple of favors around Beacon and Vale to get a little more. If you're asking how much is there... Iiiii think it was around 10,000?"

Piken's reaction to hearing that was instantaneous, which was that he fumbled the stack around in his hands out of surprise before getting a firm, iron-clad grip on it.

Susan's reaction was also instant. "We're not taking this!!!"

The volume of her scream deafened Jaune and Piken for a brief second before Jaune spoke up again. "Yes, you are."

"No we aren't! This is a ridiculous amount!"

"And I earned or was given every cent so I get to choose what to do with it. And it's going to you and your restaurant."

"Jaune we-!"

"Susan, you really think you're going to win this? Have you forgotten how our arguments used to end?"

Susan's voice petered out at that. She knew that he was always the most stubborn one on the team. It usually took all three of them to get him to concede about something. Susan's face scrunched up, making it look like she was going to yell at Jaune again, but instead she just sighed and slouched a bit. She knew it'd be a headache to argue with him and she just couldn't deal with that at the moment. She looked up at Jaune, the man she'd known for over a year at Beacon, spending everyday with him and becoming as close if not closer than family. Until that nightmare three months ago that is... And here he was, smiling at her like he always did. Like he smiled at his sisters.

Susan looked to her side at Piken. He immediately saw her look and hugged her tightly with one arm and held the stack of money tightly in his other hand. He kissed her head and nodded at her. That was all she needed to hear. "Fine Jaune. We accept it. T-thank you so much!" 'Oh great now the tears are coming back!' Jaune gave a small chuckle and flashed a thumbs up to her. "But we're going to pay you back somehow!"

"No you're not, that's my promise to help you. Not a loan."

Piken finally joined back in on the conversation. "But you're going to accept it."

"No I won't."

The couple spoke together next in a strong unified voice that came from practice over the years with Jaune. "Jaune. You will accept whatever we do to pay you back for this."

Jaune winced under their voices. 'I hate when they gang up on me like that. Two vs one isn't fair.' "Yeah okay. Fine. I'll accept it."

"Good."

"Stop talking at the same time."

Piken and Susan looked at each other, then back at Jaune with a defiant smile. "No." Jaune's annoyed groan earned a laugh out of all three of them.

"Okay guys. It was amazing catching up with you, but I think it's too late to keep chatting. I need to head back to Beacon and you both need your sleep. I'll definitely be stopping by again soon, both to chat and if you ever need any help. And we'll chat over our scrolls a lot more too now I promise. Bye guys."

Piken did a friendly salute with two fingers to Jaune. "See you then leader."

Susan nodded and waved at him. "Bye Jaune. Please message us as soon as you can!"

"You got it Sues."

Just as he was about to walk out, Jaune was stopped by Susan calling out, "Oh Jaune?"

He turned around again, his hand still on the door. "Yeah Sues?"

"Didn't the last bullhead leave for Beacon already."

...

Jaune quickly whipped out his scroll and turned it on, seeing the time was 12:01. The last bullhead in Vale goes to Beacon at 12:00 on the dot to make sure students get back for curfew.

Jaune's hand fell from the door as he stared at his screen. "Uuuuuuh.... I guess so."

"Need a place to stay?"

Jaune looked up at his two friends and saw them smiling smugly at him. ‘Something tells me they realized that long before they told me...' "That... would be helpful."

Piken couldn't hold it after Jaune's reluctant admittance and let out a deep laugh. "You can spend the night at our place then."

"Thanks you guys. I appreciate it."

Pike and Susan looked at him warmly, with Piken saying, "What are friends for?"

...

"So does this count as you paying me back and we can call it even?"

"Oooooh not even close."

#rwby #jaune arc #glynda goodwitch #susan free #piken dovo #team jasp #jaune sempai au #ask #sfw #soulreaver656

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heretolikethings · 9 months

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AWOOOGGGAA *host's eyes bulge out*

049: "There? You happy sweetie?"

#049 #scp 035 #scp 049 #035 #scp 049 x scp 035 #lovie dovoe names are very fute so sweetie it is #thank you foryhe maid outfit idea aa0ace :💞

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midnightprayertroops · 8 months

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Daily Devotional "Seeking God's Kingdom"

Daily Devotional “Seeking God’s Kingdom”Be different!September 11, 2023 “‘. . . All these things shall be added to you’” (Matthew 6:33). God will provide for those who seek what is eternal. What did Jesus mean when He said we are to seek God’s kingdom first? It means our top priority in life should be to seek what is eternal. That was the priority for the apostle Paul. In Acts 20 he was…

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#bible #Daily bread #Daily devotional #Daily Devotional "Seeking God&039;s Kingdom"#Daily Devotionals #Daily Devotions #Daily dovo #Daily Manna #Jesus Christ #morning dew #music #Police #politics

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hanoimobile · 1 year

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Độ Vỏ iPhone 11 Pro Max lên iPhone 14 Pro Max giá rẻ tại Hà Nội

Độ Vỏ iPhone 11 Pro Max lên iPhone 14 Pro Max giá rẻ tại Hà Nội đang được HanoiMobile triển khai hiện nay. Tới ngay các cửa hàng của chúng tôi để thay vỏ nhé! Xem thêm: https://hanoimobile.vn/do-vo-iphone-11-pro-max-len-iphone-14-pro-max-pk1501

#hanoimobile suachuaiphone suachuadienthoai dovo dovoiphone11promaxleniphone14promax dovoiphone14promax

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memurfevur · 3 months

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Brainrot says Makona and Ptillo are biting each other right now.

"And I'll be sure tovo leave my mark, like I always dovo~"

#Ptillo asks #HISStory of Violence

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beardedmrbean · 11 days

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Explosive devices were thrown at homes at three locations in Antwerp Province on Monday night. Houses in the Antwerp districts of Merksem and Borgerhout were attacked, as was a house in the municipality of Boom, around 16 kilometres south of Antwerp. No one was injured in the attacks. Police are currently investigating whether the three incidents are connected.

A resident of the house that was attacked in the Antwerp district of Merksem told VRT News “We were woken up by a loud bang and when we looked outside there was fire everywhere”. The front door of the house on the Gasthuisstraat, not far from the Sportpaleis events centre, sustained fire damage.

A window in an adjacent house was also destroyed and a car that was parked nearby was damaged.

Earlier, at around 2:30am, a house on the Guldensporenstraat in Borgerhout was targeted. However, there attempts to cause an explosion only had limited success. Willem Migom of the Antwerp Local Police Service told VRT News that the front door of the house was slightly damaged in the attack.

Attack in Boom

Around 16 kilometres south of Antwerp, in Boom, a explosion seriously damaged the front door and the garage door of a house on the Gasstraat. Forensic officers and the bomb disposal service Dovo went to the scene.

It is still unclear whether the three incidents were connected. The assumption is that the attacks are linked to the trade in illegal narcotics.

#nunyas news

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neonlitlesbians · 1 year

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genderfluid don-chan, as requested by @devi-dovo

#don chan #taiko no tatsujin #my art #fanart #artists on tumblr

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kinseviing · 1 year

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I will upload my series of drawings of my Pokémon adventures! a series of drawings I did as I played with two of my bestfriends. You could perfectly say that Dovo is my trainersona haha.

These were my first two pokemons friends in Pokémon FireRed

Ekans apparently is 2 metters long!

:) La bixa might be intimidating, but dont let looks deceive you! she's still a puppy.

The Rivals. You may have questions. I won't answer them.

#pokemon #pkmn #pokemon art #pokemon fanart #DovoPokeAdventures #kinseviingart #trainersona #pokemon oc #pokemon firered

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sleepyfan-blog · 18 days

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Reaper

Author’s note: this is the fifth part of Cedric’s story. Previous. Next.

Warnings: major character death, murder, canon-typical violence, descriptions of body horror

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets

Summary: Cedric learns that small wounds can be devastating, even to Astartes if Chaos is involved.

"You… You're certain that it must be this way, sir?" Cedric asked his mentor, staring down at the sanctified blade that the much older Brother Apothecary had handed him. It was a master-crafted weapon, with a double-edged auramite blade, hilt and pommel. The hilt of the blade was made in the likeness of the God Emperor's sacred Aquila, and the young astartes could tell that the blade had been anointed with holy oils from the way it gleamed in the artificial light of one of The Sigismund's medical bays. The medical bay that Dessias, Dovo, Angrald, Rodron and himself had been quarantined within for the past three days, after Cedric had come to his mentor, asking for assistance with a puzzling set of symptoms and vital signs readings from one of his squadmates. "There is nothing else to be done?"

Brother Xonfried shook his head, reaching up slightly as he placed a gloved hand on one of his shoulders. "If we had allied witches, they might have been able to give him a little more time, but as we shun witches and burn them for their potential or actual Heresy… This is for the best. If we let things continue as they are, his soul will be corrupted by the poison that foul heretic stabbed into his system, and he'll twist into a mockery of all that he stands for, all that he wants to be. The poison is already affecting his mind, but his soul has yet to be tainted to the point where it won't rejoin the emperor's light. But every moment you wait, the more likely it is that his will and soul will be corrupted by the poison in his body, in addition to it starting to twist his body as well."

"… What do you mean by that, sir?" Cedric asked, his hearts lurching, eyes wide as he sternly reminded himself that he needed to listen closely. The temptation to plug his ears and ignore this warning from his mentor will not help his afflicted Brother.

"I've seen this particular Chaotic poison in use by foul cultists twice before. The first time it was used against a small population of mortals. The communal well had been tainted with it's poison. The rash on his legs and arms will turn into bony growths that will twist his body into fleshy vines that will sprout deceptively sweet smelling and beautiful looking flowers. He will seek combat with others, trying to inflict the poison on them as his mind and soul is further warped by chaos. He will find ecstasy in the pain and glory in the vile monster he has become. If left unchecked, this body and soul corrupting curse will seek out all of us. Flamers are effective against such a creature, but at that point, his soul will be lost to the God Emperor, having been corrupted by Chaos." Brother Alvros explained, forcing Cedric to keep looking him in the eye by catching the younger astartes' chin with the hand not on his shoulder. "That blade is meant to cut down those afflicted by deamonic poisons, so their body will not immediately corrode into a Chaotic mess once their soul leaves it. As the Apothecary assigned to his squad, it is your duty to cleanse him before he is corrupted by chaos."

"… Oh." Cedric managed out through the ten-ton weight that had suddenly landed on his chest and stomach. His eyes were getting blurry again, and with a titanic effort of will, he took in a deep breath. The dagger in his hands was deceptively light, considering what it was meant for. "I… I see."

"If you find yourself unable to do this, I will step in. But I will be… Disappointed. His mentor has been informed of his condition, and that the one who did this to him has already been killed." Alvros informed him, the hand on Cedric's shoulder tightening for several seconds as he spoke before relaxing again. "As apothecaries, part of our duties is to ensure that our brothers are able to seek out the Emperor's Light at the end of their lives… And certain circumstances, that means ensuring that they go to the Emperor's Embrace personally. Do you understand, Cedric?"

Cedric swallowed hard, closing his eyes for several seconds as he struggled with numerous emotions. He opened his eyes and nodded, before glancing away from his mentor, shoulders slumping a little "I understand, sir. I will. I will do my duty to my suffering brother, so that he is not corrupted by the forces of chaos… But I must confess that I will need to speak with one of the chaplains and likely seek absolution for… For some of the thoughts and feelings running through my mind, sir." He hated how small and weak his voice sounded. But… He'd so far been taught hundreds if not thousands of ways to protect and care for his brothers. The task set before him now felt like a betrayal of all of that, though his mentor would not ask this of him, would not set this test before him, were it not necessary.

Surely, he wouldn't.

Brother Apothecary Xonfried's eyes were gentle as he squeezed Cedric's shoulder again "Such thoughts and feelings are understandable. It is never easy putting down a loyal brother due to an unescapable curse or poison laid upon him by the foul witches that are set against the Imperium. I will arrange for you to speak privately with Brother Chaplain Renhardt once you have completed this task… And remember, every moment you tarry, the more likely he is to be corrupted beyond the blade's ability to purify upon death. Once he is dead, message me using this communicator." the older apothecary instructed Cedric, giving him the hand-held device.

"Yes sir, I understand. I'll… I'll explain to the group and then… Then send him to the God-emperor." Cedric vowed, voice trembling a little but his hands were steady as he walked to where his squad mates were currently sitting, as he had been pulled into a sound-proofed side room. His mouth was dry and his hearts ached… But he would do his duty to his brothers. He briefly squeezed the communicator before putting it in a pocket, as he suspected that he would need both hands to complete the grim task set before him.

"You're back! Hey Cedric, did they tell you why we've been stuck in quarantine for the past… However long we've been stuck in Quarantine for?" Dovo asked, looking up from where he was seated on a medical cot. He, Dessias, Rodron and Angrald were playing a card game, as they'd been very sternly told not to spar in the medical bay while they were under medical watch.

"… Why do you have that? The rest of us had all of our weapons - and armor - confiscated upon being put in time out." Angrald asks, gesturing to the auramite dagger in Cedric's hand.

The young apothecary couldn't suppress the full body flinch at the other's words, unable to look any of them in the eye. His mouth was so dry, the lights were so bright. His clothes were too tight and too restrictive and scratchy. Nausea and lightheadedness warred with his sense of duty, and the urgency that his mentor had spoken of "I… I-"

All four of them startled up to their feet and Rodron, who happened to be the closest rushed over to Cedric, reaching out and grabbing one of his shoulders "Easy! Easy. Slow your breathing, I think you're hyperventilating. Sit down. We're safe here, Ced. We're in space, on a battle barge, surrounded by our brothers in one of the medical bays. The only possible way we could be safer is if we were in our armor too." He started to rub circles into Cedric's back, a worried frown appearing on his face.

An ugly, awful sound threatened to claw it's way out of Cedric's chest, and the young apothecary shook his head, as his eyes burned. He blinked rapidly, feeling something warm and wet fall onto his cheeks. He took in a deep breath - there wasn't enough air in this room. Not enough air on the ships. By the Emperor's teeth, how was he going to tell them? Guilt and shame warred with his sense of duty. "I… Dessias the… You've been… Do you remember when you got stabbed by that chaos cultist?"

"Yeeeah? That was weeks ago. It was barely a cut, and apart from a weird rash on my leg, I've fully healed. I'm fine, so why are you freaking out so badly?" Dessias answered, a look of confusion appearing on his face.

"There was apparently a Chaotic poison on the blade. You're going to get worse, and it's going to… To corrupt your soul and damn you to be a plaything for the false gods… Unless… Unless you die before the cursed poison warps your body and twists your soul. I was… Given this dagger and… Ordered to ensure you wouldn't fall to the chaos forcibly corrupting you, brother."

Confusion was written all over Dessias', Rodron's and Angrald's faces.

Dovo's face was briefly confused before grim understanding dawned, given the way that the sergeant walked over to where Dessias had jumped to his feet, and pressed a hand to the other's shoulder. "You're going to want to sit down, Dessie. Angrald, Rodron, come with me. We need to give Cedric and Dessias some privacy."

"… Thank you, Dovo." Cedric murmured quietly, grateful beyond words that he didn't have to do this in front of the others. Watching Dessias stare in confusion as the other three left the main room to lurk in the lavatory was difficult enough. He really didn't want to make a spectacle out of this.

"So… Am I about to lose a leg? Is that what the dagger's for?" Dessias asked, looking curiously at Cedric, after the other three were out of sight. "I mean, I'm pretty sure I could rock a prosthetic leg. Brother-Sergent Mallius has two, and he's got a secret compartment built into one of them that holds a weapon, in case some fool manages to disarm him…. Uhhh… Ced… Cedric? Talk to me, brother. You've got a very strange look on your face."

Cedric shook his head a little "I… You're going to be losing more than a leg, Dessias. I asked if there was any other way, but Brother Xonfried says that… That what I'm about to do is the only thing that can be done." He wanted to ask for forgiveness, either Dessias' or the God-Emperor, but he had to keep in mind that this was for his own good. To protect their brothers. He had to do this, even as his hearts trembled before the task set before him.

"… Am I losing both of my legs, then? Ced, Cedric, where are you going with that dagger?" Dessias asked, a nervous edge to his voice, despite the smile plastered on his squad brother's face.

As Cedric approached Dessias, the other swung his legs back over the side of the bed and started to stand. Cedric cleared his throat and ordered "Get back on the cot, Dessias" In his most commanding tone of voice.

Dessias froze for several crucial seconds on instinct, having heard a tone of command, and all of them being drilled to obey, even in their sleep.

Those few seconds were enough time for Cedric to close the distance between the two of them. He shoved Dessias the rest of the way down onto the cot with the hand not holding the dagger - the latter not resisting as he had no idea what was coming - as the hand wielding the dagger flashed forwards and down with all his strength and speed, slashing open his throat.

Dessias gasped in shock, struggling as Cedric used his weight to pin the other to the bed, blood gurgling up in his mouth. "HEL-" The other started to yell.

Cedric covered the other's nose and mouth with the hand not holding the sacred dagger, keeping his voice low and quiet "You've been cursed by Chaos. I've been ordered to kill you before your soul is forcibly corrupted away from the God-Emperor's light. There is nothing else to be done, not even the strength of a witch's magic could do more than delay the worst of the transformations that would have warped your body, Brother." He could feel the tears trying to fall from his eyes again. But he needed to be clear sighted.

Dessias struggled beneath him, trying to shove him off.

Cedric reached over and pressed the button that automatically shackled an unruly patient to the bed with cuffs that extended and wrapped around Dessias' arms and legs. The other's healing factor was starting heal the gash in his throat, so the young Apothecary slashed Dessias's throat, deeper this time, before moving off of his still struggling body. He distantly noted that both of his hands were covered in blood, but there were other vital organs that the robes the other was wearing did nothing to protect against the sanctified blade in his hands. Both of his hearts were pierced in their upper and lower chambers. Cedric then deliberately counted Dessias' ribs, noting the way that his breathing was much faster and shallower, before he pierced each of his three lungs.

Stabbing his kidneys and spleen was next. The cold, clinical portion of Cedric internally wondered if he should remove Dessias' gene-seed now, or if it had been tainted by the chaotic poison that necessitated his brother's culling. The entire time, Dessias was sputtering and growling, struggling against his bonds, glaring betrayed and confused holes into Cedric's very soul. The wet, gurgling gasps eventually faded into silence. Cedric double and triple checked to make sure that Dessias was actually dead before pulling out the communicator and messaging his mentor "It is done, sir."

"Well done. Inform the rest of your squad that they are free to move about the rest of the ship, then clean yourself up and report to me. The morticians will handle the disposal of the body." Apothecary Xonfried ordered.

"Yes sir." Cedric's mouth responded. Cedric himself felt as if he was both thousands of miles away and, at the same time, far, far to present. His body straightened up from where he'd been leaning over Dessias' body and turned, heading to the same lavatory that the rest of his squad were waiting in.

"By the Emperor, are you okay? You're covered in blood!" Rodron spluttered, the young sniper having spotted Cedric come into the bathroom first.

"This isn't my blood. We are no longer in quarantine." Cedric heard himself say. "You should go, I'm sure that you'll be glad to finally get some more sparring practice in."

"… You sure you don't want us to help you out with…" Angrald gestured to Cedric, a worried frown on his face.

"I'm fine. I just need to clean up. Go." Cedric huffed, walking over to the sink and starting to wash his blood-soaked hands. The fluid was still warm. So, so warm.

"… We'll be in the usual sparring room, if you need anything." Dovo said, grabbing Angrald and Rodron "We'll be there for the next several hours. I'll… explain what happened to these two, and why."

"Thank you, sergeant. Your cooperation is much appreciated." Cedric's mouth said, confusing the shit out of two of his remaining squad mates as they were dragged off by Dovo.

Finally, a moment alone. To reflect, while he scrubbed his hands free of his brother's blood.

#my writing #warhammer 40k #black templar #black templar ocs #oc: rodron #oc: cedric #oc: Dovo #oc: angrald #oc: dessias #oc: alvros #cw: major character death #cw: murder #canon typical violence #cw: body horror

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