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smellsfaintlyofvanilla · 3 years

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“Hiii how are you!!!!! Can you please make one with Annie and Hange (They/them) (Separately please if u’d like!) because of something the reader did (Totally for u to decide!) and it becomes a whole deal and the reader ends up apologizing with cute tears in their eyes AND it SOMEHOW became a hot make-out session😏 so a lil bit of smut (HEHEHEHE) for the rest u can do anything u like! Oh and please fem!reader, tysm🥺🥺 enjoy ur day sweetheart!”

@claxrazy

Gotcha! I’m gonna have to cut the smut part a little short because there are two people (so it’d make it too long if I did finish the smut parts), but you can totally request a continuation of this post in a separate request if you’d like!

Anyway, I’ll be starting them both off the same because it’s the same scenario, but I’ll label them when I get to each individual person.

Stupid Decisions

(Annie Leonhart x Reader) (Zoe Hange x Reader)

AU: Canon

Category: Fluff, hurt/comfort (maybe?), some smut

Warnings: None

Summary: You make a risky decision while on a mission, and it ends up worrying your partner to no end. Still, when you two reunite, things go... a little different than expected.

Words: 3.0K

You knew you were in for it once your squadron returned to base.

Your squad, or, more so, you specifically, had disobeyed direct orders from commander Erwin. He had ordered for all troops to retreat, but you had been insistent to him that there was still a squad held up by titans that needed to be saved. He showed no remorse, and his unwavering decision to retreat stayed on. So, in the only thing you could think to do at the time, you pivoted your horse and charged straight at the titans and to the rescue of the stranded soldiers, your squad following after you short thereafter, despite their angry yelling.

The group of soldiers thanked you immensely for your help, but everyone else was displeased. You knew the reaction from your superiors wasn’t going to be especially pleasant, but that was nothing compared to what you had to do next.

Annie Leonhart:

You approached the door hesitantly, taking a deep breath and readying yourself for what waited you on the other side of the door; your girlfriend.

After collecting yourself, you balled up your fist and quietly knocked on the wooden door.

“Who is it?” A muffled voice asked from the other side of the door apprehensively.

You cleared your throat nervously before you began speaking. “Uh, it’s Y/n.” There was a short but heavy silence before you heard shuffling on the other side of the door.

It creaked open wordlessly, and your girlfriend, Annie, stood there staring up at you with a less than pleased expression. Still, she turned her body and opened the door just a little wider in order to allow you inside, and you stepped in quietly, and took a seat on her bed. She closed the door, but instead of joining you on the bed, she leaned against the door, arms folded firmly across her chest.

Somehow, you already knew what was on her mind before she even said anything. “Annie I-”

“What on Earth were you thinking.” She spat out, not even looking at you. Your jaw snapped shut immediately, silenced by Annie’s words. Just as you had thought - she was upset with you.

A tense, almost uncomfortable silence passed over the room, with Annie quieting once again, and you at a loss for words. You almost wondered how long it would be until someone spoke, because you were sure you could’ve heard a pin drop in the silence.

Finally she continued. “You were given direct orders to retreat, weren’t you?” She brought herself up off the wall and faced you directly, and you shrunk helplessly under her glare. “But you just had to go back for those idiots, didn’t you?”

She wouldn’t even lie to herself for a moment. It was just like you to go back and save people - somehow, that was just in your nature. But she couldn’t mask her disappointment. Truthfully, she was proud of your bravery and skills. But, more than anything, she was worried for you, and for your safety. She couldn’t imagine her world without you. She needed to make sure she never lost you.

“Don’t you understand it, Y/n?” She bit her fingernails - a bad habit she had been meaning to kick - with a troubled look on her face, and it almost seemed like she was talking to herself more so than you. Almost.

“You could’ve gotten seriously hurt! Don’t you realize how stupid that was?!” She raised her volume more and more, her tone getting considerably angrier. “What could have possibly gone through your head to convince you that that was a good idea?! Did you- did you even bother thinking at all?! About how quickly you could’ve led yourself and your squad to their deaths?! How easily you could’ve added ten more lives to the list of casualties?!”

She stepped forward suddenly, gripping your shoulders firmly. She didn’t want to sound so harsh, but she really needed to get the idea through your head.

“Did you even bother thinking at all?!” She shook your shoulders lightly, trying to pry a reaction out of you as you hung you head low, not showing your face at all. “Well?!”

She waited impatiently for a response, but she heard none. She was about to continue on about your lack of regard for yourself, and your blind hopefulness in battle, but her words died in her throat when a drop of something fell from your face, landing silently on your thigh. Her expression softened as a twinge of sympathy made it’s way to her chest.

She dropped down to one knee to confirm for herself, and her eyes widened as she was deemed correct.

You were crying.

You choked back quiet sobs as tears fell silently from your face, making your vision far too blurry to make out Annie’s sorrowful expression.

Well shit.

She knew she needed to be firm in her stance if she wanted you to listen, but making you cry was never a part of the plan.

She ditched the uncaring persona immediately, an overwhelming urge to comfort you overtaking her. She wrapped an arm around your back to pull your crying face into her chest, quietly shushing you.

“Y/n? Y/n, I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to make you upset... Please stop crying...” She pulled your head closer into her, rubbing soothing circles into your back as you sobbed quietly.

You weren’t oblivious to anything she was saying. You knew it was dangerous, unsafe, and most of all, a stupid decision. It had been eating you up, the thought of what would’ve happened if it had gone wrong. As much as you wanted to keep your composure in front of your girlfriend, the stress and the yelling just broke the barrier of tears from your eyes as you sniffled into her chest.

After a moment, she shifted the two of you to lie on your sides, and she reached her hand down to pull a blanket over top of the two of you, warmth enveloping you comfortingly.

“Y/n... I didn’t mean to upset you. I just... I was just worried about you. If something ever happened to you...” She paused, and you could practically feel her breathing hitch from your spot on her chest.

She didn’t finish her sentence, but she didn’t need to. You understand what she meant.

She continued to cuddle into you, cradling your head into her chest and shushing you soothingly. One hand ran delicately through your loose locks of hair while the other slipped under your shirt to rub circles on your bare back. After a while of silent comfort, your cries died down to quiet sniffling.

Finally, you turned your face to peer up at her from her chest, gazing into her eyes sorrowfully. Despite the harsh, icy coloring of her irises, you looked into them and saw nothing but gentle admiration, mixed with a twinge of sympathy.

“Annie...” You said faintly, the first words that either of you had spoke for at least the past twenty minutes. “Sorry... I... I understand now that what I did was risky and stupid, I just wasn’t thinking. I didn’t mean to make you worry. I’m sorry...” You muttered out an apology, and the vulnerability and intimacy of it made a pink blush rise to your cheeks.

“No no,” Annie interjected quickly, wasting no time to respond to your apology. “You don’t need to apologize, Y/n. I was being way too harsh to you. I didn’t mean to make you cry, I’m sorry.”

You smiled up at her, glad that she was no longer angry at you. You always hated fighting with the blonde, and you knew she hated it too.

A beat of silence passed whilst you two stared into each others’ eyes longingly, before Annie made a move on the tense silence, grabbing your chin and moving your face closer to hers. Her eyes fluttered shut as your lips neared, and you did the same, before closing the gap in an affectionate, apologetic kiss.

Her lips were as soft as they always were, and just the presence of her lips against your own calmed you down, a warm aura soon filling the room. You wished the moment could last forever, simply basking in the moment while you had the time. You were so caught up in the kiss that you failed to realize the hand under your shirt was slowly slinking up your back and...

*SNAP*

Annie had brought the back of your bra up and off your skin, before letting go and letting the fabric snap against your back harshly. You squeaked at the contact, pulling away from the kiss instinctively, as a small stinging sensation spreading from the spot on your upper back.

She only smiled at your cute reaction, before pulling your lips back to hers more hungrily this time. She bit your bottom lip as if asking for entrance of her tongue in your mouth, and you gave in right away. She grazed the wet muscle against your teeth teasingly, before diving in further to explore your mouth.

After a moment of unexpected, but heated passion, you pulled away from her to catch your breath, pants falling from your lips as a thin trail of saliva still connected you to her.

“Annie?” You question breathlessly. “What’s... what’s this about?”

She only chuckled, and looked to the side, hiding the pink blush on her cheeks. “Ah, Y/n, you’re just too cute. I couldn’t help myself.”

She gazed down at your flustered face, and took note of the bewilderment on your features. “We can stop if you-”

“No!” You responded, perhaps sounding too eager. You covered the lower portion of your face with your arm in embarrassment before continuing. “We can... we can keep going.”

“Are you sure?” She questioned once again. “I’m only gonna do this if you want me to Y/n-”

“I want to, don’t worry.” You sighed, already feeling the warm, wet arousal pool in between your legs.

Annie smiled at the opportunity before shifting positions a bit, landing you on your back, pinned under her. She brought her mouth to your neck, trailing ghosting kisses along the skin as you whimpered quietly. Slowly, she worked her way down your abdomen, slinking under the blanket as she groped your breasts hungrily and brought her mouth to the area where your lower stomach and groin region met. She pulled down your trousers, along with whatever underwear you were wearing, down to your ankles, before planting a kiss directly on your swollen clit, eliciting a moan from you, which only seemed to encourage her more.

You had no idea how things had escalated into this, but damn, you were not apologizing.

Zoe Hange:

You hesitated in front of the section commander’s door, your closed fist hovering over the wood vacantly stagnantly. You had to knock, of course, you needed to talk with your partner, but you knew how scary they were when they were angry. They would never hurt you, you knew that, but that didn’t stop them from being intimidating.

A loud crash from the other side of the door startled you out of your thoughts as you let out a subtle gasp. Yeah, they’re pissed... You sighed internally, being loudly reminded of their habit of throwing furniture when angry.

Still, you swallowed your fear and braced yourself, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door quietly.

The ruckus on the other side abruptly stopped, almost like the chaos itself got curious by the noise.

The door opened wordlessly, and Hange stood tall on the other side of the doorframe, staring down at you, their usual bright face stained with frustration and annoyance. Your eyes shifted over their shoulder and gazed on in amusement at the upturned table in the corner of the room.

After a moment of silence, you expected at the very least for Hange to step aside and let you inside, but they didn’t budge.

“Hange?” You spoke up curiously.

They provided no verbal response, instead grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you into the room, before shutting the door and slamming you against it harshly.

“Y/n!” Hange spat, their face hovering inches away from yours. Most of the times, such close proximity would be a welcome development, but at this moment, it was terrifying. They had not the optimistic grin they usually did, but instead an angry scowl. “What were you thinking?! Disobeying Erwin’s orders like that, I can’t believe you Y/N!!” They shook your shoulders, rattling you against the doorframe.

“Do you not have respect for him as a commander?! Don’t you realize there’s a reason he had ordered to you to retreat, dammit!” They released their grip on your shoulders, turning around to throw their hands in the air dramatically, before balling them up and punching a nearby bookshelf, breaking the wood and causing a multitude of books to fall to the floor.

They continued pacing around angrily, eyes fixed on the ground, seemingly lost in thought. They continued to walk in circles, their energy alone filling the room with a tense air. It stayed this way until they heard a quiet sound from the direction of the door.

Was that... Hange thought, turning around to face you, a sniffle?

Their eyes widened as they were proved correct, the tears in your eyes being a very distressing sight to them.

“Y/n!” Hange half-shouted, running over to you to survey what was going on. “What is it?!”

You sniffled again and wiped your eyes with your sleeve, struggling to find words for what you were thinking. You knew Hange didn’t mean to be, but they were incredibly scary when angry. Watching them march around and throw or punch things couldn’t help but make you frightened.

“I... I...” You sniffled. You expected more pushing from Hange, but you were caught off guard by arms wrapping around your neck and your face being pressed into the cloth of Hange’s shirt as she held you delicately.

Suddenly calmed down from their little tantrum, they held your head into your chest and soothingly shushed your cries.

“I’m sorry, did I scare you darling?” They whispered, concern lacing their voice. “I... I didn’t mean to do that. I’m sorry, Y/n.” They continued stroking your hair, and you latched your arms onto them, tugging at the back of their shirt.

“S-Sorry Hange...” You whimpered. “I didn’t mean to worry you... or disobey orders... I just... I couldn’t let them...” You couldn’t find it in you to continue, but Hange knew what you where going to say nonetheless.

“Don’t apologize.” Hange responded almost immediately. “You have nothing to apologize for.” They lulled, rubbing your back tenderly in a way that made you sigh into their chest as you felt the stress and tension dissolve off of your body. “I understand why you did it. I... I let my emotions get ahold of me. I shouldn’t be so aggressive around you like that.” They said, swallowing their pride in order to issue a proper apology.

You sniffled into their chest, your crying dying down as they continued to comfort you in a way that only a lover could do.

You stayed like that for a while, until you felt a small tug on the back of your head as Hange gently pulled your head out of their chest. They slouched over slightly, coming so close that your faces were inches apart, staring shamelessly at your lips.

“Can I?” They asked permission politely, and got their answer immediately as you closed the gap, colliding your lips with theirs.

The shock on Hange’s face lasted a microsecond at most, easing into the sudden kiss aimlessly, glad to enjoy this moment with you.

The kiss was only sensual for a moment, before Hange suddenly pushed their tongue past your lips easily, causing you to whine into their mouth.

You felt their hands slink lower down your back, and before long, they were seated comfortably on your ass. They lifted you up off the ground quickly, and you wrapped your legs around Hange’s waist securely so you didn’t fall. You felt Hange walking somewhere, but you were too caught up in making out to notice.

You finally felt them stop and set you down somewhere, and, to your dismay, they disconnected your lips from theirs, a trail of saliva still connecting your lips. You took a moment to both catch your breath and survey your surroundings.

Quickly, you realized that you had been set down right on Hange’s work desk, many scattered papers and documents lay flat right under where you sat.

Without warning, their lips returned to yours harshly, and your mouth immediately opened in submissiveness, allowing Hange more access to the inside of your mouth. You felt one of their large hands trail over the fabric of your shirt before dipping into the waistband of your pants and into your panties.

They slowly ran their finger up and down your clit, causing you to whine and whimper into their mouth as you continued to make out. Your arms flew around Hange’s neck to pull them closer to you, and your hips bucked into their hand to get more pressure on your clit.

Hange obliged to your silent pleas, dipping a finger into your folds, the wetness allowing it to slide in all the way up to the knuckle effortlessly. A strangled gasp left your lips as you disconnected from them abruptly, shutting your eyes in pleasure.

“You’re so wet for me, hm?” They cooed, sliding their finger out once again. You had no chance to give any sort of response, though, before they thrust their finger into you again, harsher this time. The sudden action and the spark of pleasure it sent up your spine caused a lewd moan to spill from your throat. You immediately blushed at the noise, though, covering your mouth in shame.

Your eyes finally met Hange’s, and they had a very primal, sadistic look on their face, a coy grin plastered across their face.

“You’re so cute, Y/n.” They smiled, pulling their finger out, leaving you feeling empty.

They walked over to a drawer on their nightside table, and you raised an eyebrow in confusion, before you remembered what they kept in the drawer.

They looked through, before picking up two strap-ons. One long and thick, and the other smaller with textured bumps on it.

“So,” they smiled, “Do we want the blue one or the green one today?

Sorry, this is kinda bad lol

Also, this took like too weeks lolllll whoops

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jinmukangwrites · 3 years

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@damianwayneweek Day 1 (6-13): Truth serum | Damian Wayne Protection Squad™ | Best friends to lovers

Note: Rushed. I'm sure it's still the 13th somewhere.

Warnings: kidnapping, nonconsensual drugging, needles.

-o-o-o-o-

Dick wakes to the taste of blood on his tongue.

Thankfully, after slowly moving his tongue around, it's just because he bit the inside of his cheek sometime between when he was knocked out and when he woke up. His head pounds like a war-drum with his heart as he tries to get ahold of his situation. Without opening his eyes, he assess his arms are restrained behind his back and he's sitting on an uncomfortable metal chair. His legs are also tied to the chair, keeping him from running.

The suit he wears feels suffocating, proof that—once again—him wearing Batman's cowl isn't some sort of sick joke. However, his shoulders are a bit lighter suggesting his cape has been taken. Not that he'll mourn it.

His cowl is on. He silently curses himself for not checking that first. It would be the first thing Bruce checked.

He always prioritized the identity. The mission. Secrecy before safety, Gotham before everything else. Not injuries, not friends, not family, partners-

Dick's eyes fly open, reminding him of the real thing he should have checked for first.

"Robin," he gasps out loud, looking wildly around the room and tugging on the ropes holding his back to the chair.

The room is dark and small, the walls made of cinder bricks that have water mold where it connects to the cement floor. In front of him is a metal table with a black, palm sized box placed on top. Dick ignores that for now and looks to his side, only relaxing when he finds Damian to his right, tied similarly to another chair with his chin to his chest. Only unconscious, Dick notes as he watches his stomach rise and fall.

However, anxiety flutters in his gut when he sees there's a dried trail of blood running down the side of his head.

"Robin," he tries again, knowing at the back of his head that Bruce would be telling him to be quiet. Check for cameras. Look for an escape route. Don't let them know you're awake until you have a plan-

Dick shakes his head. Damian could have a concussion, and that takes priority. Dick could have one as well, considering how badly his head hurts, but Damian is only ten years old and Dick knows better than anyone the lingering effects injuries could have when you're a child.

He presses his feet to the ground and pushes, attempting to slide closer to his protege. He does nothing more than jolt in place. There's not enough leverage.

However, it seems the sound of the metal scraping against the ground is enough to wake up the boy. He comes to with a small groan and a pain laced crease between his brow.

"Robin," Dick repeats a third time. He can do nothing but sit as Damian blinks slowly behind his mask; his shoulders tensing as he too notices the restraints.

Damian opens his mouth, but before any words could leave there's a loud clang. The door in front of Dick and Damian, on the other side of the table, swings open.

In walks three men; two are unfamiliar, but the third Dick recognizes from the case files he and Damian got from Gordon about a week ago. Jonas Gibbs. Known arms dealer and smuggler. He's made his moves in Gotham these past few weeks, getting the police and public nervous about shootings with illegal guns. Batman and Robin had finally pinned down the date, time, and location of his next shipment and intended to take him down then, but he was smart and had hired help from various mercenaries that Dick could confidently bet used to be in the military before they were dishonorably discharged.

The way they moved, worked, and attacked was too strategic and planned. It was only a matter of time before one got a lucky hit on Damian; a blow with the butt of their rifle across the kid's forehead. The barrel of the rifle pointed down at Damian's unconscious body was all it took for Dick to raise his hands in surrender.

And now they're here, in some damp old room. Tied to chairs. A table placed in front of them with a mysterious box set on top of it.

"Perfect timing," Gibbs says, grinning. The two other men, clearly mercs, stand on either side of him as he drags up a chair and sits on the other side of the table. "I was almost afraid we'd have to dump water to get you up."

"What do you want?" Dick growls. He must want something. He hasn't taken off the cowl… or at least he hasn't tried to get through the various traps to pull it off. It means he must need something that an identity reveal wouldn't give him.

"I'm glad you asked, Batman," Gibbs says, a grin spreading on his face. He looks to one of his goons and they immediately pull a small camera out from a bag they had around their shoulder. He points it at Dick.

Dick gets a bad feeling about all of this.

"I want you to tell your real name for the camera."

Dick glares. "Are you serious?"

"Very. One of my men has second degree burns thanks to that cowl of yours electrifying him. So, I decided I'll let you go without any more harm. You tell me your names, and I'll let you go. Won't even show the video to anyone. Well," he smirkes, "unless you get in my way."

Dick clenches his jaw. Besides him, Damian mumbles something.

"I'm going to give you to the count of three," Gibbs says, unphased. "Otherwise it will get unpleasant."

His eyes drift to the black box, signifying it's mysterious importance. Dick doesn't let it scare him. He's not going to let this low life criminal blackmail him... put him and his family in danger. He'll take whatever will be thrown at him until he can work out a way to escape.

Gibbs counts down, and he reaches zero uninterrupted.

"Well," Gibbs says, unsurprised. "The hard way then. Gag him."

The grunts move like clockwork, and before Dick knows it his face is being grabbed and held in place while the other shoves a rag into his mouth and wraps a layer of tape around his face to hold it there.

"Batman..." he hears Damian mumble as the grunts back up. He sounds out of it. In pain. Dick can only hope that the hit he took to his head isn't too serious.

Gibbs retakes his attention, however, when he reaches forward and presses a hatch on the side of the black box, flicking it open on spring-loaded hinges. What's inside makes Dick's stomach drop. A needle and a glass vial filled with a yellow tinted liquid lays neatly inside. One of the grunts lifts the needle and the vial to begin filling it up.

"Do you know what this is?" Gibbs asks as the liquid fills the syringe. "I've yet to test it on anyone, but word is from the man I bought it from... It forces the truth out of you." The grunts finishes filling the syringe and flicks the bubbles. "Truth serum."

Dick has no doubt that the serum will work. He only wonders why he's threatening with it while he's gagged.

When the grunt walks around the table to Damian, he doesn't wonder anymore.

He can only tug on his restraints as the grunt grabs Damian's arm to aim the needle. Damian, for his effort, attempts to pull away, but the weakness of his head injury and his restraints do nothing to stop the needle from entering the inside of his elbow.

"You could have done this the easy way, Batman," Gibbs says. Dick watches as the syringe is pressed down, pushing the liquid into Damian's body. "I never like getting children involved."

Damian squeezes his jaw shut and turns his head away from the needle in his arm. It only takes a moment before the grunt pulls the empty syringe out before returning to standing besides his leader. A bead of blood appears where the needle left Damian's skin, but the boy doesn't move.

The air feels solid. Dick can hardly breathe as he tries to conceal his panic. He wants nothing more than to get out of these restraints and punch Gibbs and his men into next year, but he can't reach anything useful to do so. All he can do is watch Damian sit stock still as drugs spread through his veins.

A minute passes as Gibbs sits there in smug silence. Then, when a few more moments pass, he speaks.

"Robin," he says. Damian flinches, but doesn't look his way. His jaw still clenched. The goon with the camera points it right at Damian. "Why don't we start with something easy? What's your favorite animal?"

Damian curls his fingers behind his back and keeps his jaw grinding shut.

"Tight lipped huh?" Gibbs chuckles. He doesn't look surprised. Or worried. "Don't worry, I was assured that once it's fully in your system, it will hurt more to say nothing. What's your favorite animal, Robin?"

Damian says nothing, but he looks ridged. Tense.

"You look uncomfortable, Robin. Do you feel it in your head? I promise it will get better when you stop resisting. Let's try something different while we wait. Are you from Gotham?"

Damian's knuckles must be white under his gloves.

"How about your favorite color? Is it blue?"

Damian breathes a shaky breath through his nose, and Dick's heart breaks. He works harder to find a weakness in his restraints.

"My, your resilience is admirable. Were you trained on this?" Gibbs asks. Damian remains stubborn, but Gibbs still doesn't look worried. "Who were you trained by?"

"The best," Damian whimpers, cutting himself off with a growl and shutting his jaw. Gibbs smiles.

"What's your favorite animal?"

Damian shakes his head, a frustrated cry caught in his throat.

This continues, Gibbs finding victory in the one slip and pressing with everything he's got. Dick doesn't know how long Damian can last like this, and he doesn't want to find out. With every passing second, Dick knows it's only a matter of time before Damian's lips loosen. No amount of training can beat a good concussion and drugs designed to make your lips loose.

"What grade are you? Do you have any friends?"

After each question, Dick can see more and more discomfort in Damian's position. He's beginning to fidget and whimper and Dick's... Dick's had enough.

"What's your favorite color, Robin?"

"Green," Damian says with strangled gasp, sounding horrified with himself.

Gibbs smirks like a predator, knowing he's finally won.

"What's your real name?"

Yeah. Dick's had enough. With a hard tug, the ropes around his wrists finally snap against where he's been rubbing at them with his gauntlets. Gibbs and his men can barely react before Dick's upon them, cutting away the rest of the ropes with a batarang from his belt. He makes quick work of them in their shock, knocking them out and leaving them on the floor in unconscious piles.

He almost bends to put cable ties on their arms and legs, but he hears a tight whimper behind him. The moment after, he's rushing over to Damian to undo the ropes.

"Are you okay?" Dick asks, cutting through the bonds.

Damian shakes his head. Dick almost kicks himself.

"It's okay," he quickly says. "No one can hear. Let it out."

He's almost afraid Damian will force himself to remain silent, but to his relief and heartache, Damian opens his mouth and lets out a heaving sob. "It hurts- it hurts-"

Dick finally undoes the ropes, then he pulls his kid in close to his chest. "Get it out," he soothes, rubbing Damian's back.

"Dogs-" Damian starts, dissolving into quick rambling breaths. Every question he had been asked begins to be answered. Dick holds him close and lets him get it out with his tears. Silently, he sends a message to Gordon to pick up Gibbs and his men, then he messages Alfred to get the med-bay and lab ready. Soon enough, Damian is silent except for pain laced gasps, he holds tight to Dick's chest as Dick lifts him up and stuffs the vial with extra serum into his belt.

"I got you," he says as Damian continues to cry all the way to the batmobile. "I got you."

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thicctails · 3 years

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Summer of Whump Prompt Day 1 [Overheating/Freezing]

Omega has never seen snow before. She also hasn’t learned about the dangers of walking out onto frozen water.

Omega blinked in surprise as a rush of cold air hit her face, her eyes stinging momentarily. A puff of warm air became a thin cloud before her as she breathed, her lungs burning just a little as she drew in a deep breath of sharp, wintry air. The atmosphere of this planet was breathable, but it was also mostly clouded with ash, locking the planet in a semi-permanent winter. White powder covered the ground, and a small voice in her head told Omega to to and jump in it.

“Hunter, what’s that white stuff?” She asked, looking over her shoulder as the man grabbed an empty crate and started down the ramp.

“That? That’s snow.” He explained, momentarily surprised by her lack of knowledge before remembering that Omega had never had the opportunity to see snow before. “It’s just frozen water. You can touch it, if you want.”

Omega grinned and ran down towards the snow. Hunter couldn’t help but smile as he watched her tentatively touch the snow, her too-large mittens protecting her from the cold and wet. She was a little cautious for a few seconds, but her curiosity soon took over and she began to scoop up the fluffy frozen water. She put her face close to it, and a bit of the snow touched her nose. She reeled back a little bit, not expecting the chill temperature.

“It’s cold!” She announced, looking back at Hunter. By this time, the rest of the team had gotten off the ship and were now preparing to set off towards some nearby caves. The caves were the reason they were here, well, more specifically, what was in the caves. Tech had discovered that a rare strain of ore existed on this planet, and if they could get their hands on some, they could sell it for quite a few credits.

Tech adjusted his glasses and nodded. “Frozen condensation does tend to be rather cold. It has to be, or it would simply become water.”

“I think I like snow better than cold water. Remember that time I fell through the ice on that frozen lake?” Wrecker chimed in, holding an old mining drill that they had scavenged from the last planet they had visited.

Hunter made a noise of acknowledgement. “That was definitely not a pleasant experience for any of us.”

“Why? What’s wrong with cold water?” Omega asked, moving to stand closer to them.

“The water underneath ice is freezing. If the shock doesn’t make you go under, you don’t have long before your limbs freeze up and you sink. You have to get out fast and get somewhere warm as soon as possible, because you become very susceptible to the cold once you’re wet.” Hunter explained, before tilting his head in the direction of the ship. “Now get inside. I don’t want you getting sick because you stayed outside for too long.”

“Aw, can’t I just stay out for a little bit longer? I want to play in the snow some more.” Omega pleaded. She didn’t want to go back onto the ship, they’d just gotten here!

Hunter looked like he was about to dismiss her plea, but then his face changed into a more considerate one.

“Mhm, you have been cooped up on the ship for a while… Tech, is there any dangerous life forms around?” He asked, turning to look at his brother.

Tech shook his head. “No, the ash clouds have prevented enough sunlight from reaching the planet’s surface to halt any plant growth. Any fauna that once lived here died out thousands of years ago.” He said, looking at Omega. “So I suppose it would be safe for you to stay out for a short time.”

“As long as you promise to go right inside once you start feeling cold.” Hunter added. “And stay near the ship.”

Omega nodded eagerly. “I promise!”

Hunter nodded at her, then at his squad. The group set out towards the caves, Wrecker pausing for a moment to ruffle Omega’s hair. The girl laughed, waved goodbye, then resumed her play.

It was only around five minutes after the group had gone out of sight that Omega heard it. Or, rather, sensed it. It was a cry, a cry for help. She could feel a wave of pain settle into her body, although it was not her own. Concerned, she began to follow the cry, hoping that it wasn’t a member of the Bad Batch that was hurt.

Omega shivered, her cheeks now sporting a flush red colour. Her mittens had long since become damp, and her coat just wasn’t holding up now as it had before, likely due to the change in windiness. What had previously been the occasional gust of wind was now a constant state of blustery flurries. The flying snow hindered her sight, and that made her nervous. Yet she didn’t dare turn around now, as she could feel that she was almost at the source of distress. She didn’t hear any voices, so she ruled out the idea of one of her group members being hurt, which both relieved and confused her. Tech had said that the lack of sunlight had wiped out all of the animals on this planet, so what was hurt?

Suddenly, she heard something move right beside her. Crouching down, her eyes widened as she saw that Tech had been wrong. The creature was smooth and plump, likely covered in blubber. Its skin was pale, and it sported enormous violet eyes. Webbed paws were pulled close to its body as it stared up at Omega in confusion.

The source of its distress became instantly apparent once Omega had gotten over her surprise. The animal’s tail was pinned under a fallen tree branch, the skin having been broken in places. They were superficial wounds, but she knew that those ones could hurt just as much as deeper wounds.

“Aw, poor little guy. Don’t worry, I’m here to help you.” She soothed, trying to convey her words through whatever connection had alerted her of the creature’s pain.

Surprisingly, this seemed to actually work, and the animal showed no hostility as Omega lifted the tree branch. Once it was free, the pudgy little thing padded away, disappearing into the white.

“Hey, wait!” Omega called, getting up and rushing after the creature. “I haven’t looked at your cuts yet!”

She ran blindly into the snow, trying to find the injured animal. She didn’t have any supplies on hand, but if she could just get it to come back with her…

A sharp crunching sound had her pausing. She looks around, confused. Had another tree limb broken.

She takes another step.

Another crunch, this one sounding almost strained.

Omega is a smart girl, and thus it doesn’t take her long to realize that the crunching sound was coming from beneath her.

She recalls Wrecker’s story instantly, about how he had fallen through a frozen lake. Hunter’s explanation to her question had made it very clear that such an event was extremely dangerous, and now she was about to find out how true that statement was.

Now, a trained clone would have eased himself onto his stomach and slowly inched himself back towards the safety of shore, but Omega was not trained to survive outside of Kamino, so she had no idea how to get herself out of the dangerous situation she had accidentally gotten herself into.

Slowly, she started to back up, wincing as she heard the ice groan beneath her. Panic gripped her as she tried to decide what to do. She had to get off the ice, but would it be better to move quickly and try and make it before the ice broke? Or would she continue as she was, trying to ease her way back to more stable land? Seeing as how the latter wasn’t working very well, she decided to take the chance and make a run for it.

Omega spun around and darted back the way she came. A heart-stopping snap almost made her look back, but her fear kept her going. Almost there, almost there!

Omega felt the ice give way seconds before she fell, and that moment of knowing might have been more terrifying than the drop itself. The frigid water rushed over her body as she plunged into the dark liquid, the shock causing her to seize up. She managed to snag a chunk of ice before she could completely slip under, and she quickly clawed her way up onto the thicker ice. Her tiny body was now wracked with shivers as she hacked up a mouthful of water, her lungs and throat burning from the cold. She stared wide eyed at the hole that she had just emerged from, watching the ice float on the inky blackness.

A gust of wind blew by, causing her shivering to increase. Waterlogged, she hauled herself to her feet and started back towards the ship. Or, at least, she hoped she was going towards the ship. In truth, her fall had disoriented and frightened her, and she was no longer sure of her direction. The snow had covered her tracks, so she was just going off of what seemed right to her.

The wind howled as she squinted away the snow, the flakes sticking to her eyelashes. Her skin felt frozen and burning hot at the same time, and her teeth chattered as she made her way through the growing storm. The sound of creaking branches and screaming, bitter wind in her ears didn’t help Omega feel any less afraid, so her heart was still pounding in her chest.

Soon, she began to feel sluggish and oddly sleepy. Rubbing at her eyes, she hugged herself even tighter. She was so cold that she didn’t even really feel it anymore, and while that should concern her, she really couldn’t bring herself to care.

Without warning, her foot caught on something, and she went down with a yelp. Her fall had been somewhat softened by the snow, but it had still hurt. She tried weakly to get up, but found herself unable to. The swirling snow began to land on her chilled form, and Omega found herself nodding off. The pain had ebbed into a dull throb, one that she barely noticed now.

Tired. She was so tired.

A small pressure on her cheek made her open her eyes. A small webbed foot was patting her face, and she was surprised to see the creature that she had helped earlier. The small animal nudged her, pushing against her chin in an attempt to make her rise. Omega grit her teeth and pulled her arms underneath her, trying to push herself up off the ground. She didn’t want to die here!

Her pudgy new friend let out little honks of encouragement, nudging her with its smooth head. Omega managed to stumble to her feet, her limbs shaking in protests. The animal kept honking as it moved forward, looking back occasionally to make sure she was following. With no better options, Omega followed the animal into the storm.

Tech cursed quietly and wiped his glasses, trying to clear them of snow. The storm had caught them by surprise, and now a cloak of blinding white had separated him from his squad.

Peering into the storm, he spotted something low to the ground coming towards him. It looked like a… salamander? But that was impossible, no life was supposed to be present on the planet’s surface! Could it have been living deep underground or underwater? Why was it just wandering out in the snow?

“Hey… slow down. I- I can’t keep up.” A voice, weak and drenched in tiredness pierced the storm’s wail. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he realized that he knew that voice, and it wasn’t one that he expected or wanted to hear out in this weather.

“Omega?!” He called, wondering if his ears were playing tricks on him.

“T-t-tech? That y-you?” The reply came worryingly slow.

The salamander creature honked as he rushed passed it, its large eyes blinking at him. Omega’s quivering form soon appeared through the blizzard, and he quickly knelt down to examine her. How long had she been out here? Her skin was pale white in some areas and rosy red in others, but nothing looked blue or worse, blackened.

“Omega, what happened? Why didn’t you go back to the ship?” He asked, moving to hold her hands to warm them up. A sense of shock and fear ran through him when he touched Omega’s mittens and found them to be soaked. “Did you fall into water?”

Omega nodded weakly, and Tech could see ice forming on the rest of her body. This wasn’t good.

“I h-heard something cry out for help, and I thought it might have been you guys, so I went-t-t looking for it. I found him trapped u-under a t-tree branch, but when I-I lifted it off him, he ran off be-before I could treat his cuts! S-s-so I tried to find him, and I ended up walking onto a frozen r-river or lake. I tried to get off, but the ice b-broke before I c-could make it all the way back.” She explained, her teeth chattering as she spoke.

Tech’s eyes widened and he quickly scooped Omega up, the girl letting out a quiet noise of surprise.

“We need to get you inside and warm as soon as possible, do you know where the ship is?”

Omega shook her head, and Tech bit back another curse. It had been a stupid question, if she had know where the ship was, she wouldn’t be out here, but he had figured it couldn’t hurt to ask. He’d better try his comlink again. With any luck, he’d finally be able to reach someone.

“Can anyone hear me? Hunter? Wrecker? Echo?” He asked, shifting Omega so that she wasn’t facing the brunt of the wind.

Static came over the line for a moment, but then Tech heard Hunter’s voice. He sighed in relief.

“Tech? Where are you?” Hunter asked.

“Not far, I think.” Tech answered. “Hunter, we have a problem. Omega went out to help an animal in distress and ended up falling through some ice. I don’t know how long she’s been out here but she’s freezing and I need to get her back to the ship. Can you send up a flare?”

“What?! I thought you said there were no animals on this planet?” Hunter’s concern and irritation bled through the comlink, and Tech sighed. Hunter was going to second guess his information for a little while, wasn’t he?

“A flare, Hunter! We can discuss this when Omega isn’t bordering on getting frostbite.” He snapped back.

He heard Hunter grumble, but the sound of orders being barked calmed his fears slightly. Tech lowered his hand and turned back to Omega. The young girl had buried her face in his chest armor, and he lamented the fact that none of his body heat could really be shared with her while he had his armor on. He considered removing the chest armor, but decided against it when he realized that he would need to put Omega down.

A bright red light suddenly appeared, the glow cutting through the snowstorm. Tech thanked the maker and broke out into a run. Behind him, the salamander creature honked and scuttled after him.

Hunter was waiting for them at the ship’s entrance, a worried look on his face. He held out his arms to take Omega from Tech, and he handed her over without argument. The ship’s door closed as Tech stepped inside, keeping out the cold air. The team immediately got to work warming Omega up. The heavy, wet winter-wear was replaced with some soft, dry pajamas that they had purchased a few weeks ago.

Blanket after blanket was piled onto the barely conscious girl, and by the end of it all, Omega was lost to the sea of cloth. Echo set about heating up some soup for her while Hunter and Wrecker tried to keep her distracted during Tech’s medical examination.

“Well, it seems like you’ve got superficial frostbite and are in the beginning stages of hypothermia, but nothing permanent. We’ll need to head to the nearest planet with a medical centre.” Tech said, standing up.

“Is there anything we can do right now?” Wrecker asked. He hated not being able to do anything.

“Keep her warm and monitor her breathing and pulse. She should be okay, but I want to be sure.” Tech said, smoothing down Omega’s hair.

An irritated hiss had the group recoiling. Echo looked over towards the bunks, a quizzical look on his face.

“What the kriff was that?” He questioned.

Hunter reached over and pulled back one of the blankets that they had tucked Omega under. A smooth, white head popped out. It was the salamander that had been with Omega!

“What is that?” Hunter growled, not wanting a wild animal to be anywhere near Omega while she was like this.

“Aw, leave ‘im alone, Hunter” Omega whispered, freeing an arm from the blanket mountain to pet the protective amphibian. “He’s the reason I foun’ Tech.”

“He’s also the reason you left the safety of the ship.” Tech argued.

“He was hurt, I couldn’t just leave him.” Omega said, smiling as the fat little animal tucked itself underneath her neck. “I’m gonna call you Pillow.”

“Omega, we can’t keep that thing. It’s a wild animal.” Hunter said softly. He went to pick Pillow up, but the salamander narrowed it’s eyes and hissed at Hunter again, snuggling down in the mass of blankets.

“Heh, feisty little guy.” Wrecker chuckled. “I like ‘em!”

“It appears to be quite protective of Omega. It may have bonded to her.” Tech piped up.

“So?” Hunter raised an eyebrow.

“So it may be worth it to allow Omega to keep the animal. It could serve as a protector should we be unable to do so. As an added bonus, salamanders this large have incredibly slow metabolisms, so the occasional bug should keep it happy.” Tech explained.

“Oh my Maker, are we seriously considering keeping this thing.” Hunter groaned.

His words were met with expectant stares, and after a moment of silence, he sighed,

“Fine. Pillow can stay.” He muttered.

Omega smiled wider and hugged Pillow, who honked happily. Wrecker laughed as Hunter threw up his hands and walked over to the pilot’s chair, a small smile forming on his own face.

Echo brought Omega her soup, setting it down on the bunk.

“Don’t let Pillow crawl into the soup, okay?” He joked, patting her on the head.

“I won’t” She croaked, freeing her other hand. Pillow moved onto her head, relaxing as Omega’s body heat began to return to her.

A bonus Pillow!

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Hurt/Comfort: Wolffe/Cody (Maybe during Rebels???) Wolffe and Gregor decided to help Rex and the Ghost crew with a little mission given to them by the Rebels, what they didn't know was that the Empire sent a purge trooper after them. The the three instantly recognize the actions of the vid but there was something familiar to all of them that they couldn't quite tell. So, they decided to help him get free from the chip but when the helmet finally came off they froze to see Cody, they instantly became even more determined and tried their hardest to make Cody remember them and fight the chip.

Then Wolffe became all fluffy and acted like how he was before the war 🤗

(Boy I don’t know what to say. This is the longest prompt I’ve ever written. It kinda too a life on its own lmao. Hope you like it!)

Another day, another war to fight. Wolffe should be used to it, but to be honest every day feels harder that the previous one, even though now he has weekly appointments with a mind healer; he’s been told that it’s normal, that progress isn’t always about going up, but he’s tired of this nonetheless.

It’s during these moments of particular weakness that he allows himself to imagine Cody sitting beside him, calling him a di’kut and a chakaar; he has to bite his tongue not to reply to him, knowing that if someone saw him talking to nothing it wouldn’t be pretty.

It hurts, hurts like nothing else, but it also brings him a strange sense of comfort to imagine his lost love. In Wolffe’s mind, he hasn’t aged a day since the last time they saw each other: his hair isn’t white, no wrinkles adorn his face, his gaze is still fiery and determined, body toned and ready to jump to action if the situation requires it.

In moments of even greater weakness, Wolffe wishes he were there with him.

He’s failed him, he’s failed him so bad: instead of trying to rescue him, he’s decided to hide, broken and afraid. Now he doesn’t even know if he’s alive or not; deep down inside, he hopes he’s dead, knowing that Cody would hate what the Empire has done to him and the rest of the vode.

Even deeper down he really must want him to be alive, because as soon as the news of the Empire having sent a squad of purge troopers after them, he immediately begins to hope that he’d find a familiar face behind one of the buckets.

By the footage they’ve gathered of this squad, one of them does appear to move like one of them; it’s not a feeling that can be described, a sort of sixth sense that makes him, Rex and Gregor understand immediately that it’s a brother.

Now comes the hard question: what should they do about the mysterious vod? Trying to free him would be a tedious task, but if Wolffe has learned something about the Ghost company - he can’t speak for all the Rebel Alliance cause he still doesn’t trust the organization as a whole - is that if there’s a chance that they might get to save even just one life, they’ll take it with no hesitation.

So they ask, almost beg even - if only their pride didn’t stop them before they could - to help, and are all relieved when they agree to help them free their vod.

“Wolffe, do you think…”

“I don’t know.”

He was about to chew Rex out for having had enough courage to say what Wolffe himself has been thinking for a while, but he supposes he should at least be grateful of the fact that he’s been sensible enough to wait until he and Wolffe were alone to talk about it.

Rex sighs, sitting beside him. They weren’t built to sustain being alone for too long, meaning that the closeness is now much appreciated.

“I don’t want to believe it,” Wolffe admits in the end. “Because if it’s not him, then…”

“I know,” Rex nods, understandingly. “I know…”

They remain silent, knowing that it’s best to close this discussion before they can begin making theories that would only result into them getting hurt once they find out the truth.

It must seem pretty gloomy from an outside perspective, because when Gregor finally gets to join them, he too doesn’t say anything; he just walks up to them, settling on the other side of Wolffe and immediately closing his arms around his brothers.

Even as old men, they’d never say no to a good ol’ cuddle pile.

The plan is simple: they need to isolate the clone from his companions, so that they can drag him away and have his chip removed. Ghost company will take care of the other troopers, while Wolffe, Rex and Gregor will take care of the clone.

All three of them have been granted a tranquilizer syringe that they will use to get the vod to sleep; it doesn’t feel good having to do something like this, but it’s necessary.

Wolffe’s so nervous…

This feeling of uneasiness accompanies him throughout the entire mission. He and his brothers are supposed to pretend that they’re on a recon mission, and that they haven’t noticed they’ve been followed, thus convincing the purge team to strike and ambush them, only to be then ambushed by the rest of the Ghost team.

Well, it doesn’t sound like a professional tactic at all, but it’s not like Wolffe isn’t familiar with unconventional tactics at all; his Jedi - traitor, no, Jedi… no! - might’ve been more reasonable than Skywalker, but he’s winged it many times as well, with Wolffe that had to chase after him to keep him alive.

Honestly, as long as it works…

Somehow, it does work.

Wolffe will have to thank whatever cosmic entity governs the universe that it did, but not now. Now he needs to focus on the task at hand.

They have surrounded the vod, though he doesn’t seem intimidated by the situation. Wolffe wonders if he’s capable of feeling anything at all.

Just hang on, brother. You’ll be free soon.

Despite being flanked, the trooper’s holding his own: he’s knocked the blaster right out Wolffe’s hands, and the two of them are stuck into a hand-to-hand combat. Wolffe isn’t as young as he used to be, and it’s hard for him to keep up; just what the hell have they given to this trooper? He should be as old as Wolffe and yet he moves faster and hits harder than he should be able to do.

The worst thing is how familiar this all feels to Wolffe: he’s spent so many sparring sessions dancing around like this with…

He gets kicked to the face by a powerful roundhouse kick, which makes him stumble, but after shaking his head slightly, Wolffe recovers immediately, knowing that even a moment of distraction could be fatal in situations like this one.

There’s no time for hesitation, and after yelling his heart out he rushes at him, tackling him to the ground in one go. The trooper immediately tries to free himself, kicking and screaming, but no matter how much he’s hurting him, Wolffe doesn’t let him go. He’ll be damned before he does that.

Immediately Rex and Gregor rush to him, Gregor going to remove the bucket while Rex prepares the tranquillizer.

As soon as the helmet’s removed, Wolffe feels the bile rising in his stomach - he’s so close to vomiting. There’s no mistaking that brow scar: indeed the trooper that has been sent after them is Cody.

“Cody…” Wolffe can’t help but to mutter.

Cody doesn’t stop struggling; it’s like he doesn’t even recognize his name. It hurts watching him like this, it hurts so much, but soon he’ll be free.

Even with him pinned it’s hard for Rex to get him tranquillized: not seeing any alternative, Cody has begun biting. Wolffe’s gotta give it to him, he still has his combative spirit.

Once Cody goes limp, eyes closing as unconsciousness takes over, Wolffe can finally relax.

He should pull away, get up and take Cody to the ship, but he still doesn’t move, curled protectively around Cody, his Cody, who is back to him, or well, he will be hopefully.

“Wolffe, we need to go!” It’s Rex the one who brings him back to reality. Right, Gregor’s cover fire can protect them only for so long.

“Right…” he mutters, only now getting up. He’s still the first one who reaches for Cody, resting his body on his shoulder as they begin to make their retreat, leaving the Ghost crew to deal with the rest of Cody’s squadmates.

Wolffe would feel bad about leaving them on their own, if not for the fact that they need to bring Cody to safety. This is his priority, now.

“It’s going to be alright.”

Wolffe knows Rex is saying it more to reassure himself than to reassure him, so he stays silent. On the other side of the wall, Cody is undergoing to chip removal surgery.

He has no idea about what he’ll find after it’s over: first of all there’s not even the certainty that it’ll work, secondly, if it does, will Cody be the same Cody Wolffe knew and loved, or will he be different? Just how much of his old self will be in there? Wolffe’s afraid to find out.

In an attempt to distract himself from those thoughts, he focuses on how Cody looked when they’ve found him; his hair has gotten completely white as well, and it’s shorter than his usual cut. What caught his attention however isn’t that, nor the wrinkles or anything else that he already sees on his own old face, but the new scars he had at the corner of his mouth and on his right eyebrow, which makes him wonder how he got those; if he finds the cause of them, he swears to the Force itself…

He gets pulled away from those thoughts when the medic comes out of the room.

“How did it go?” Wolffe immediately asks, worried. Please let him be fine please let him be fine please let him be fine--

“The chip has been removed successfully, but… He doesn’t remember anything.”

Wolffe freezes in his place, what does he…

“It’s still too early to discern if it’s just a momentary condition or not. For now let him rest and recuperate from the surgery, then I’ll see that you can visit him.”

Wolffe almost drops to his knees as the news comes crashing down upon him.

Have they really lost Cody then? Just right when they thought they had gotten him back?

Why? Why did this have to happen to him?

“Wolffe? Wolffe!”

Rex shakes his vod, who only then comes back to his sense.

“Y-Yeah? What is it?”

“You need to calm down, vod. Get some rest.”

“I can’t, Cody… He’s in there,” Wolffe replies. He must be so pathetic, but he doesn’t have the energy to put himself together at the moment. This is all so confusing and painful it makes him want to scream.

“And he’d want you to get some rest,” Rex retorts, gently - but firmly - grabbing Wolffe by the shoulders. “I want to stay too, but I know Cody wouldn’t want us to neglect our health for him.”

He’s right, damn it, he’s right, Wolffe knows it, but… He sighs. Fine.

“Alright, let’s go…”

There have been only a couple of times in which Wolffe has felt this defeated, and yet, in the bleakness of it all, there’s still a ray of hope: Cody’s condition might not be permanent, and even if it were, Wolffe swears he’ll still stay by his side.

It’s the least he can do, as a penance for not being able to save him sooner.

“Did it really happen?”

“Of course it did! Would I lie to you about it?”

“Well…”

Wolffe should be mad, but there’s a smile on Cody’s face as he speaks, so he can’t really bring himself to do it, even at the cost of his own dignity.

He’s gotten used, by now, to Cody not remembering. It was painful during their first visits - he couldn’t even stay in his presence for too long or else it would’ve become too much - but they’ve made progress.

Cody’s still in forced rest, and Wolffe does whatever he can to remain by his side. He might’ve reverted to some old habits he had before everything went to shit, but he still tries to keep his distance, since he can’t be certain that Cody would want him to act like he used to, not while he doesn’t remember him.

One thing that surprised him the most is that Cody asked him - and not just him, but Rex too since they were close as well - to tell him stories of their past. Wolffe has no idea if it’s just so that he can distract himself from everything else that is going on around them, or if he genuinely wants to remember. Nonetheless, he’s more than happy do to it, which brings us to the present.

“You’re telling me that you pushed me forward when Alpha asked for a volunteer to show off a grappling move, that I got my ass kicked, but then I used the same move on you on our next sparring match?”

It pains Wolffe that he sounds so doubtful of his skills, or of anything else about him. He’s familiar with how it feels like not knowing who you are anymore - he’s gone through the same things, and he’s not even sure he’s over it now. This Cody has no idea about how great of a person he used to be, which makes it Wolffe’s job to remind him.

“Yeah, you whooped my shebs,” he replies. “Somehow you’ve managed to pull that move off after being subjected to it only once. It was infuriatingly impressive.”

A light smirk appears on Cody’s face.

“Sounds like someone’s jealous.”

Despite everything, Cody still teases him like he used to do when he was himself. Maybe this isn’t such a lost battle after all.

Days pass, then weeks. Wolffe still doesn’t stop visiting Cody and staying by his side, alternating with Rex since Cody himself seemed quite unhappy about the fact that he was neglecting his health for him - Rex was right about that.

His memory still hasn’t come back completely, but he’s beginning to remember some small things, especially names, which might’ve not been that great, since now he must also carry the weight of the knowledge that, of all his old friends and acquaintances, very few remain.

Even though sometimes Wolffe can’t help but to feel hopeless about this whole deal - what if Cody never comes back? What if he doesn’t want him anymore? - he still keeps going, pushing himself for him.

Until…

“Oh, Wolffe…”

“What is it, Cody?”

Cody stretches a trembling hand towards him; he’s shaking.

“Wolffe, I remember…”

A chocked sob escapes his lips, and Wolffe’s immediately beside him, keeping him tight in his arms, whispering that everything’s fine, that he’s safe.

“I-- We… We kissed, I remember,” Cody continues. “It was right before Utapau. You told me that I’d better come back alive or that you would’ve killed me again.”

At those words, even Wolffe can’t hold back some tears. What Cody just said really happened: it was the last time they saw each other before the Republic fell. The fact that Cody remembers it now is… great.

“Yes, we did,” he says then, knowing that Cody needs a confirmation that yes, it’s all real.

Silence falls between the two, before Cody reaches a realization.

“Shit,” he mutters, eyes wide and a horrified expression on his face. “Wolffe, I’m so sorry--”

“Nothing about this is your fault,” Wolffe interrupts him before he can say some really di’kutla shit. “You didn’t ask for this, and don’t you think that I blame you for this, because I don’t.”

Cody nods, not saying anything about it. Nobody mentions the fact that they’re both crying.

They must be such a pathetic view, two old fucks crying their eyes out like a bunch of shinies, but that’s not what matters.

“Do you want me to stay here?” Wolffe asks, afraid that, now that he’s beginning remembering things, his presence might be too much for Cody. He doesn’t want to leave him, but if he needs a moment - or more of them - alone, he’d be willing to grant him that.

At those words, however, Cody grabs his arm, keeping it tight in his own.

“Please,” he says, sounding so vulnerable that he breaks Wolffe’s heart.

They make some space on the cot to accommodate both of them. It’s a tight fit but it works just fine.

Things are still pretty bleak but there’s still hope.

Who knows, maybe it’s really beginning to get better.

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Chapter 36

THE ROAD SO FAR

The TEN Kilometer River

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Site Hotel Bravo, Afghanistan

The moment Gary was tasked to pull the lever, he had no choice but to follow. Whatever was running in his Captain's mind must be of good reason. The alarm blared and the whole facility was placed on high alert as troops from everywhere started to act more vigilant.

They heard earlier that Gold Eagle would be on the move and the base was to be left to the scientists. Gary believes that Shepherd had no idea they're here, but why ring the alarm?

"Roach, follow me! I could see Shepherd's getaway from outside, we need to stop him!" He muttered, plowing through hordes of enemies that were also surprised to see them. Gary assisted in taking them down, as they moved slowly to the exit.

The trails of the huge plane were still visible when they exited, Price attempted to shoot the vehicle but it looked like it only made a few dents.

"Roach! Man that speedboat! We're chasing after them!" Price ordered. Gary nodded and they hurriedly descended the stairs on their way to the river.

But the enemies didn't know how to give up. Some of them rode jet skis while some of them had speed boats with them, all free riders targeting their weapons on Gary and Roach's vehicle.

Price lied down for cover, only peeking when he's free to shoot or when nobody else is shooting. It was a great tactic and Roach wanted to observe more of it, but he had to focus on the river.

His main target is the plane that's flying dangerously low on the ground, readying itself so Shepherd can jump and fly off to safety, but Price didn't want that to happen.

Whenever he saw Shepherd move from afar, he sprayed bullets to their direction making the general hide back to safety. It was a great stalling move but it didn't quite last long as the river expanded.

Shadow company guard posts were positioned on places where the elevation is quite high and Roach is forced to evade areas with patrols. This made Shepherd's plane angle differently, making it hard for Price to aim at them.

"Roach, we're losing him! Move faster!" Price yelled and Roach navigated them to Shepherd. They couldn't go any faster so the best option to build up speed is to go forward without bumping on to something. This was a river and they were going with the current, so it was a lucky thing.

The plane ascended and the duo was almost in shock that Shepherd made it through it was impossible.

"Sir! They're not yet escaping!" Roach yelled and pointed to the Plane that soared high to evade the ravine.

"A second chance!" Price muttered as Gary braced himself for a narrow river, they carefully maneuvered the narrow river all while evading Shadow Company as they filled both sides with men holding weapons.

Price used his grenade launcher to topple assembling troops by the ravine. Luckily, guard outposts contained explosive barrels adding an explosion upon impact, causing guards to fly across their outposts into the raging river.

Gary was all focused on the speedboat ahead of them, Shepherd must not escape.

"I'm on my last three rounds!" Price roared as he hid for cover while water splashed on them as bullets hit the river. Gary used one hand to toss his rifle, giving the Captain a fresh 10 rounds of grenades to be launched.

"Nice. Let's light these bastards up!" He cheered and shot the two speedboats pursuing after them, sending them to the air as their engines exploded.

"Hell yeah!" Gary cheered as they exited the cave, the plane once again descended as the area became open for exfil once again. By this time, Price only had 8 rounds to distract their escape.

In hopes for the engine to rev more, Gary squeezed his grip tighter as he heard the engine struggle giving them the maximum speed possible.

"Let's end this." Price mouthed, Gary barely heard his Captain but he knew what it meant.

Their boat speeded up quite faster than he had imagined as they were quickly catching up to the extraction. And as soon as they were close, Price fired the launcher at the huge plane, the explosion toppled the three vehicles sending them to the raging river.

Gary quickly ascended to the surface as soon as he dipped on the water, helplessly swimming against the current, down toward a high waterfall. The last thing he could remember was the impact on the ground, a loud crash towards the water before he lost consciousness.

The next thing Roach knew was that he was coughing up river water by the shore, his vision slowly recovered as he looked beyond him. Not far from him was black smoke he assumed that came from the crashed plane.

He struggled to crawl his way to the site, slowly getting up and limping, exhaling a heavy sigh.

He needed to hurry as the sandstorm started to brew up and might obstruct his already blurry vision.

A few more steps. Gary thought to himself as he felt the adrenaline rush, causing him to stand up and endure all the pain of the landing. A temporary boost to finish the fight. From the distance, he already spotted his target, leaning on a broken car, also catching up with his breath.

He carefully approached the General and tried to constrain him by grabbing on his arms, but he never expected the man to be aware of his presence. With one swift swing of his arm on Gary's throat, he found himself choking and gasping for air as he kicked him off, sliding against the sandy ground.

"What is your deal with me!" He growled, grabbing a knife by his pocket and approached Roach, who was still catching up with his breath.

"I did my very best to keep you out of my business, but you really have to find me? For what? Justice?!" Shepherd knelt on Roach's side, raising his hand and stabbed Roach by the chest. Even with the shortness of breath, Roach exhaled longer that he'd expected.

"Shit." he muttered, gasping as Shepherd dug the knife deeper while Roach tried to prevent him from doing so, this couldn't be the end of the line for him. He still wanted to live. There are many more things he could do.

"This is what you get for foiling my plans. I wasn't teaming up with Nero. I was trying to gain the upper hand. And your death could serve as a lesson for everyone in your squad to double check all intel before jumping into battle." He almost chuckled just before a figure sent him flying away from Roach.

This took Roach the moment to endure all pain as he pulled off the knife, blood sputtered from the deep gash on his chest as he quickly stopped the pressure with his hand. He wanted to live. He must survive this injury.

His head lazily leaned to the battle beside him. Price and Shepherd were engaged in hand to hand combat, overpowering one another. They looked very even and if that was the case, Roach wouldn't be alive to see the end of their battle. He blinked and as soon as he opened his eyes once again, Price was already pinned down as Shepherd gave him a heavy beating, taking advantage of his position. Roach felt the ground shook as the two also were distracted. This gave Price the chance to strike back and knock him off on top of him as he struggled to get up.

Neither one was willing to give up their cause and it was such a shame that it was all some sort of messed up misunderstanding, but nevertheless, Shepherd was still wrong. He knew full well that exchanging the IP Address for an advantage placed the world at more risk than it already had.

Roach's ears grumbled as the ground heated up. The rocket already launched and was on it's way to wherever the fuck Shepherd wanted it ro go. Did Alex and Jack not make it? Gary wondered as he leaned back to Shepherd, who was now pinned and tied on the ground. Soap already tied him up while Price approached Roach.

"Can you get up?" Price asked as he lifted Roach up and helped apply pressure to his wounds.

"Hang in there Roach. You can do this!" His words of encouragement were the last words he heard, as after those exact words, the sky turned white and a loud ringing noise filled the desert sky. Alex and Jack did it. They successfully detonated their charges.

The next thing Roach knew was he was already in a chillier place, his back was on a softer platform and the sky was nothing but a swinging lamp.

Everything else was painful as he tried to get up and failed. It seemed like he could only move his bed. He leaned to his left and saw only a white wall while his right side was two more beds where Alexandra and Ghost slept.

Alexandra. She was alive. Roach couldn't help but chuckle at the idea of her surviving. Turns out his optimism was useful this time.

He looked at his chest as the slow rising and falling of his breathing urged him to check on it. He was wrapped in bandages that were still red from the blood and it also looked like he was given a few bags. He was thankful that he made it out of that situation and he was given yet another chance to live again.

"Glad to see you're awake." Soap said as he entered the room, with a bag of frozen peas on his forehead.

Roach wanted to thank him, but he couldn't say any word yet. Any effort of doing something only resulted in pain.

"In case you're wondering. What you did out there was fruitful. Shepherd gave us the bomb maker's name. He called him Volt. Honestly the puns aren't suitable for villains, but he chose well." Soap commented, trying to cheer up the fellow sargeant.

Guess Shepherd already gave up. And he was glad he did. Because somewhere deep inside his mind, Gary believed that Shepherd slightly hesitated on his stab. If he was serious enough, he might've been dead now.

This meant that the key to ending this war is now solely upon the death of Nero.

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you come around, i come undone

a holiday gift for @brightningstar, leader of the angst du mortain appreciation squad! you are such a positive and uplifting presence and writing for Elizabeth was so fun; i hope you enjoy!~

The mission objective was clear. Locate the kelpies, mark off the sections of the river they were occupying, place the magical wards to keep them from getting too close to the town, and “do not engage”, as Adam had said at least five times during the briefing. (He likely would have kept going, too, if Farah hadn’t started repeating it after him in, actually, a pretty good approximation of his voice.) It was a clear-cut plan, simple.

Of course, ‘simple’ was a word that had gotten smaller and smaller the more entangled in this expanded world of vampires and magic and high-demand blood mutations she became. And the Trappers essentially inviting every money-hungry opportunist in the country to come after her didn’t help. But still, even in the grand scheme of things, this should have been straightforward.

Should have been, Elizabeth thinks mournfully, wringing out her tangled hair. Instead, the kelpies had decided to charge them, powerful teeth snapping as they attempted to drag her and Farah into the deeps. At that point, they probably should have run for the hills, but the mission- if the kelpies had made it to Wayhaven, people might have gotten hurt.

So they had persisted, and gotten a lengthy dip in the freezing water for their efforts. The wards are all in place now, at least, so they won’t have to come back here any time soon, which is some comfort.

Although they hadn’t all made it out; further down the riverbank, Farah is lamenting the loss of her phone, peering into the roiling waters as if she could even still see it down there, much less reach it. “My games… my selfies,” she groans, shaking her head sadly and walking further down the bend to follow the current, still searching.

Elizabeth sighs, giving up the attempt at shaking the water from her hair. She can just dry it once they get back to the Warehouse, but before that happens, they’ll need to meet up with the rest of the team. Which means…

The sound of leaves and twigs crackling underfoot is her only warning before Adam storms purposefully into the space beyond the treeline, eyes scanning until they meet hers. Relief softens his icy glare for a moment before his expression turns to anger, and the familiar feeling of butterflies in her stomach she gets every time their eyes meet sinks nervously as Adam becomes Commanding Agent du Mortain, fierce and unyielding, six feet and 900 years of experience and power staring her down. Uh oh.

“What were you doing?” he growls, furious, stepping into the outer orbit of her space.

Elizabeth readies herself for the ensuing argument, brewing like a storm. “Um, my job? The mission?” she asks, hoping some humor might help to defuse the situation.

Apparently not. “The mission was to be completed from a safe distance,” he says, sharp, steely. “You should have retreated the instant it became hostile! What were you thinking-” His voice is rising now, fueled by anger and something softer but no less intense at this moment.

“I was thinking that if we hadn’t finished this, people might be in danger!” she retorts, crossing her arms stubbornly. Sure, things hadn’t gone exactly according to plan, but they had done their job, and she was not going to apologize for that.

Adam stalks closer to her, eyes blazing like an aurora. “You were the one in danger! You cannot be so reckless with your safety!”

“Would you have retreated?” she shoots back. “Would you have run off and abandoned a mission at the first sight of trouble?”

“That- No-” he admits, but she interrupts before he can finish.

“Then why, Adam?” she asks, stepping forward in challenge. “Why are you angry with me for doing exactly what you would have done?” His eyes widen fractionally, flickering between them, and-

When did they get so close? Her heartbeat seems louder now, echoing in her ears in half anger, half apprehension as she takes in their position. “Tell me,” she says, softer now, no longer really talking about the mission at all. “Please.”

“I-” and now he seems lost for words, any train of thought he’d been following derailed at the sudden realization of her proximity.

She shakes her head, turning away from him. Even though she’s come to expect this from him, the alluring pull as he almost- almost! lets her in, and the subsequent harsh push as he closes down, it still stings. “That’s what I thought,” she says, frustration raking through her voice.

“Detective-” he starts, but she cuts him off.

“You can save the rest of your lecture, I’m going back to the Warehouse.” She shoves her way past him and starts storming back towards the treeline, but she’s abruptly stopped by his hand reaching out to close around her wrist. The sudden hold pulls her back, and she stumbles a little as she spins around to face him, entering the outer bounds of his space.

The grip is loose enough that she could easily withdraw her arm if she wanted, and he looks like he half-expects her to, eyes scanning over her face carefully to make sure the touch is not unwelcome. And really, even if she did want to move away, how could she, pinned by the intent in his emerald stare, heavy with words unspoken?

His gaze moves, dropping to her lips, still parted from her last retort. He does not look away. A magnetic force seems to draw them together, tugging them nearer as the rest of the forest falls away until the only thing she can see is him.

Still frazzled from the chaos and adrenaline of the mission and the fight, her mind takes in pieces of the scene before her, jumbled images and sensations forming the whole one moment at a time, marked only by the irregular hammering of her heart against her ribcage.

Thump. The piercing stare of his gaze, bright green and weighted.

Thump. The press of his hand against her wrist, sturdy palm and strong tendons careful but firm, holding her in place.

Thump. His breathing, uneven, warm against the chill of her skin, as they watch each other, waiting to see who will move next.

They’re close enough now that their bodies are almost flush, each inhale, every exhale bringing them further into the other’s orbit. Almost dizzily, she notices the heat radiating from him, a halo of warmth breaking through the cold river water soaking her clothes. This is uncharted territory; the air between them feels charged, crackling with the nervous anticipation of two people on the verge of bringing to light everything they’ve been concealing between them.

Less than an inch of space remains between them; she can almost feel the press of his mouth against hers, imminent, his breath ghosting over her lips in an imitation of what might come next, if either of them dare to risk closing the distance. As if in slow-motion, the hand not holding her wrist moves up, cautious, fingertips grazing her cheekbone before settling against her face. His head dips nearer, as she rises up to meet him. Closer, closer, almost, and finally-

Farah dashes back into the clearing, soaking wet and triumphantly holding up her waterlogged phone. “Look, I found my- ohhhh!” she skids to a halt, eyes glittering as she takes in the scene before her. Adam stumbles back quickly, dropping his hands to his sides and looking around the trees- whether for an escape or for the rest of the team emerging from the forest, it’s unclear. “Were you fighting? Were you kissing? Did I miss it?” she gasps, clutching the phone to her chest excitedly.

Adam splutters furiously as Elizabeth feels her face flush. “Farah!” she protests weakly, still half-caught in the all-consuming feeling of Adam being so close.

Mischief and delight dance together in Farah’s golden eyes. “Well, don’t let me get in your way,” she smirks, walking backwards in the direction of the treeline. “Keep on doing whatever you’re doing, I’ll just be minding my business over here.” Clearly, she will not be doing anything of the sort, all but cackling with glee as she vanishes from sight among the dense woods.

Elizabeth glances at Adam shyly; their eyes meet and, suddenly overcome with nerves, she quickly looks away at the same time he does, matching blushes staining their faces. Whatever electricity had been sparking between them has dissipated, replaced with a heavy, static awkwardness that settles over them like an uncomfortable blanket. And yet echoes of the interrupted moment hang around the space in the echo of his touch around her wrist, on her skin; the lingering warmth his close proximity had given her still encircles her gently.

Adam coughs, eyes jumping around the clearing as if searching for a place to look. Apparently finding nothing, he turns his gaze on her again, then hastily averts it again. “I- we should-” It’s uncharacteristic of him to be so unsure, floundering over his words and it seems to shock him into silence for a moment before he groans in frustration and starts stomping his way to the forest, only lingering for a moment at the edge of the treeline to check that she’s following.

As Elizabeth starts walking back to the Warehouse after him, she can’t help but feel that something has shifted, and whatever has been going on between them cannot remain hidden for much longer.

#happy holidays!!#asdgjhaf me writing this: JUST KISS #insert rocky gif of antici-----pation #anyway jahfskjhjk i hope you like it!#twc #the wayhaven chronicles #adam du mortain #adam x detective #zephwriting

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Fictober – Day 10

Original Fiction: Time Borrowed Prompt #21: What Did I Say? Word Count: 1385 Words Warnings: Violence, Blood, Implied Death

(AKA the one where Ives gets a dog)

Bullets sparked and screamed off the car, splintering windows, filling the cab with the thunder of firepower. Beau was yanked from his seat, over the console, past the steering wheel onto the pavement on the safe side of the vehicle.

“They’re pinned down on the other end of the courtyard,” Ives said aloud, louder than necessary. Beau wondered if his audio receptors were damaged in the crash. “They’re jamming long-range frequencies so Ryker’s team can’t call for backup. If we retreat, they’ll have the squad completely surrounded. We’re going in.”

Ives remained crouched to prevent his height from towering over the top of their cover. With an impressive, one-handed pivot, he kicked himself over Beau, popping the rear door open. Beau sat himself up, watching Ives drag out a duffle bag. He lifted a rifle from inside, loading it with incendiary rounds, and then a second just the same. One was passed to Beau. “Take this.”

“Oh, no thank you.”

“What did I say?” Ives’ pale eyes narrowed on Beau.

“My authorization is capped at the destruction capacity of a .45 mm. I am not authorized to operate anything graded higher.”

“Then let’s fix that.” Ives reached out, grabbing him by the back of his neck, jamming a thumb against the sensor at the base of his skull. Beau’s HUD flooded with countless windows. Process after process, overridden and recalibrated. So much happened at once, he didn’t even realize the rifle was in his hand and synced to his system until Ives pulled him to his feet.

“Stay low,” he warned, windows in Beau’s HUD clearing as the plan of attack was uploaded. “I’m taking point. Cover me.” Everything changed. Beau understood every course of action and those with the best probability of success. Ives pried the door from the car, using it as a makeshift shield and Beau kept behind him as they circled the car.

Shots rattled into the door, HUD pointing out every shooter in a transparent outline of their position. A counter rose with the number of shots, alerting him which were reloading.

| Now! |

But Beau was already moving, rising as Ives ducked, giving him enough clearance to fire on their attackers.

| One… Two… Three targets neutralized. | Beau responded, tapping Ives on the shoulder. He rose with the door, inching their way up as another round of fire rained down. Ives wedged his rifle around the side of the door, firing for distraction sending most to cover.

| Move up. | Ives ordered, and they ran. Ives took the road in front, Beau scaling the dumpster up to the fire escape. The vantage point of the roof would provide optimal cover for Ives, and give him a position to check on the status of the rest of the team. | Back of the west wing is clear. | Ives reported as Beau reached the roof. Scampering up the pitch he was rushed with radio chatter from Ryker, desperately trying to get in touch with Ives.

“Pinned down at building B. Ives, fall back outside of the perimeter and call for backup.”

|Can you hear Ryker?|

| I’m making the executive decision not to. | Ives returned. | My priority is for the safety of my unit and mission success. If I fall back, there’s a 96% chance they’ll all be dead before backup arrives. |

Beau confirmed those odds, rising with every passing minute. He slid down to the eave, rifle taking aim to the first target Ives would come across. They dropped, Beau moving one to the next, clearing room for Ives.

A shot cleaved into his shoulder, jerking him off-target and nearly knocking him from the roof.

| Don’t sit still. Keep moving. | Ives instructed, | How bad are you hit?|

| Minimal. Just limited my range of motion. | He scampered along the gutter towards a valley, ducking for cover and switching firing shoulders. The scope and bolt action made a strange whirring noise as it adjusted to his handling.

Upon taking up a firing position, the update to his operating system alerted him of multiple threats just around the corner of Ives' position. He more or less transferred the location of those he was aware of to Ives, proximity field communication faster than trying to explain it to him.

| ENABLING REMOTE CONNECTION . . . | appeared in Beau's HUD | SCANNING . . . AUTHORIZATION PASSKEY _ _ _ _|

| 5...3...3...2 | Dialed out automatically, not of Beau's doing. He could only assume he was still synced to Ives. | k9-HXn-N2009 PAIRING . . . SUCCESS |

SUMMONING k9-HXn-N2009

A window appeared in his HUD, a small screen of video feed. It was dark at first, suddenly going bright before the image of the crash site as it leaped from the trunk. The perspective was close to the ground but fast, following the trail Beau and Ives had created making a beeline for Ives. It wasn't long before he appeared in the feed, barricaded behind a dumpster. For a moment Beau thought whatever k9-HXn-N2009 was, would attack Ives.

| CMD_ SWEEP . . . |

The feed turned sharply away from Ives, rounding the corner towards the threats Beau had discovered. Curiously, Beau leaned out from his position, peering over the edge of the roof discovering the solid black mobile unit which resembled a dog.

Yells went up, bullets sparking off of its armored form, springing onto the first attacker. Beau took the distraction to advance along the roof, taking a running leap to the neighboring building.

| Beau, Niner and I will continue to work our way from here. Head them off at the next building to keep them from moving in on Ryker's team. We don't want this to turn into a hostage situation. |

| On my way. | Beau agreed, continuing across the rooftop towards Ryker's signal. He found them pinned behind a Semi-truck. Sliding on his stomach, he leaned over the edge of the roof, picking off targets closest to their position.

"Captain, backup has arrived," he notified Ryker.

"Beau? Are you with a Breach team??"

"Oh, great," he overheard Garnet in the background.

"Affirmative!" Beau took another shot, sending the group backing for cover. They scrambled to find where he was, retreating from the semi and back towards where Ives and Niner approached. Niner was moving fast. "Is anyone hurt?"

"Minor injuries, we're out of firepower."

Beau scanned the lot, discovering a gate on the opposite corner from the semi. "We're providing cover fire, can you move your team towards the gate at the southeastern corner?"

"We can try."

"I'll cover you." He rose from his position, searching for a way to make his way down to ground level. A breezeway was some eight stories below, checking for any advancing targets before sliding to the edge of the roof. Calculating the fall and angle, he dropped, shifting his weight to slide on impact.

He landed on his feet, rifle raised as he approached the corner where the gunmen retreated down the street.

"Beau! Where is the backup?" Ryker snapped, clearly unhappy in tone. Beau glanced over his shoulder, finding the group peering around the end of the semi.

"I'm right here, Captain." Beau waved before turning back. On his HUD, Niner was approaching the same road. "Ives is on his way."

"Just Ives? You and Ives, that's it?"

"Oh, Niner is here too!"

"Who?!" Garnet snapped. The mimicked bark of a dog echoed between buildings, yells emerging down the street as targets were funneled down the road. Beau stepped out from his place, blocking their path.

"You're surrounded!" Ives called, holding the end of the road with his gun lifted. "Hands in the air! Drop your weapons! Any sudden movements will cause the K-9 unit to take preventative measures.!"

"Drop your weapons!" Ryker was suddenly there beside Beau, there were cuts on his face and arms, empty gun lifted for show. "Stand down." Garnet echoed him, moving past into the group for arrests. A hand on Beau's shoulder drew his attention up to Ryker. "Where did you get this?"

"Ives gave it to me."

"Ives...?" But his face paled, carefully taking the rifle out of his grip. "Alright, let's... how about you let me deal with this, and you call for transport?"

"Yes, sir."

"And Beau?" Ryker regarded him for another moment, "Let's not tell anyone about this, alright? We'll keep it a secret. Think you can keep this a secret?"

"Of course!" Beau smiled. "I can keep a secret."

#amwriting #my writing #writeblr #fictober21 #science fiction #wip: tb #tw: violence #tw: gun violence #tw: Blood #tw: Death

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can I have a possessive/dominant Yandere Levi Ackerman please? Like really dark or sum. You can do whatever you want! Thank you I love your blog! 💖💖

I got extremely into this,,, which is why it became the 2.3k monster that it now is. I mean, I would be lying if I said this was safe for work,,,, but u hhh– i’ll just let you all decide.

Character: Levi Ackerman, Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan

Warnings: Stalking, Noncon, Violence, Hickey’s/Marking, Possesive, Dom/Sub themes, Swearing

You were stronger than most, and you knew that. You had no problem boasting about the amount of titan kills that you had, strutting through the lunch hall with a cocky grin painted on your face. Your superiors had tried and failed to put you in your place, they knew they couldn’t beat you, all they could do was continue to glue their envious eyes to your form.

You spent your free time training, building up muscle and stamina. Squats were a favourite of yours. To push up from the tree branches and into the air, you needed the strength. So, you built up the muscles in your calves and thighs (of course you worked on your upper body too)… and your ass. Come on, if everyone was going to stare at you, you would give them something to stare at.

But that was okay, you liked the stares, thriving off the attention that your bangin’ body and capable-self attracted.

Though, you had to admit, you were pleasantly surprised that it wasn’t only the stares of the younger cadets like the 104th that wouldn’t leave you be. When you noticed the icy stare of the strongest in the camp, Corporal Levi, trained on you as you sauntered through the dining hall, you were shocked… and a little embarrassed. He continued to watch as you made your way to the front, picking up a tray and loading your dinner on, hands shaking as you felt his watchful gaze situate itself on your ass.

You hurriedly made your way to your table, greeting your gobsmacked friends as you sat down politely, and definitely not with the usual boisterous attitude you usually had. They began to shout questions at you, wondering why you were acting so unusually shy. You did your best to calm their worried selves, and they reluctantly let your behaviour slide.

Peeking behind you, you stared into Corporal Levi’s hooded gaze that had refused to leave your form. Red flushed up your throat as you whipped back around, before shoving a mouthful of bread in your mouth, muttering an excuse before retiring to your bedroom. But as you turned around, he was no longer in his seat.

Striding into training the next morning, you greeted your friends as normal and began to stretch as everyone awaited instructions.

A buzzing not unlike bees began to spread throughout the field, and as you turned around to check what all the commotion was about, your jaw dropped. Corporal Levi was speaking with your usual instructor, who grinned before addressing the crowd. “Alright everyone, Corporal Levi will be your instructor today. I’m sure you’ll obey him as you would me, because he’s not as… lenient with punishments as I am.”

You turned to your friends, all of them sharing a similar look of ‘Oh fuck.’

He seemed to give similar instructions to your usual squad leader, but each word left no room for refusal with each demand. His deep voice commanded the crowd with ease, with everyone being too afraid of punishment to slack off in any way.

Soon, the warm-ups were over, and it was time for sparring matches. You paired up with your usual partner, but before you could begin, a pale hand slid over your shoulder with impeccable grip.

“Cadet Y/n, you will not be sparring with Cadet Leonhart today.” Shivers erupted down your spine as the deep voice mumbled in your ear, his hot breath causing you to force your eyes closed, and you nodded stiffly. “I’ve seen your potential,” his hand slid down your arm, squeezing your biceps, “and I think you’re ready for a real challenge, hm?”

You nodded, “Who do you have in mind, Corporal?”

Retrieving his hand from you, he twisted you around until you faced him, amusement shining through his hooded gaze. “How about me?”

You laughed, “Perfect.”, your usual cocky smile finding its way back onto your face. Finally, a challenge!

Corporal Levi replaced Annie’s place, bending his knees and raising his fists lazily. “Are you ready, Cadet?” With one sharp nod, Annie called the sparring match to a start. Ready as I’ll ever be.

His eyes closed until they were only slits, watching every minimal movement you made, as your chest rose and fell, your weight shifting from each foot, hands clenching into fists. You knew he wouldn’t make the first move, so you decided you would.

You lunged forward with precise movements, throwing hard punches only for the Corporal to block them. You advanced on him, taking the offensive, swift movements helping your foot to make contact with his ribs. Hands gripped your leg before you could pull away and pulled you off balance. You didn’t bother to stare back at him, only trying to catch yourself before you could be pinned, but it was too late.

A strong grip grasped your wrists as his knee dug into your back, pushing your chest into the dirt. He forced your hands together behind your waist, holding the position long enough for Annie to call the match to an end. But he didn’t pull away just yet, no.

Leaning into your ear, he spoke softly, his voice a deep grumble that had you gasping silently. “You think you’re tough shit, don’t you, Y/n?” He pushed your arms further into your back, painfully so. “I had to put you in your place, and I think we both know how much you’re enjoying it…”

It was true. A blush had made its way up your throat, staining your cheeks a deep crimson. A hot burning feeling filled your groin, lighting up your insides. Rubbing your thighs together, you weren’t aware of the jealous stares that were trained on you. “Listen to me, Y/n. Tonight, before supper, you will meet me at my office. Do not be late, or a punishment will be awaiting you, and you will not enjoy it.”

And then the heavy warmth was gone, and Corporal Levi was leaving you on the dirt, scrambling to stand up.

Your dinner would be served in roughly an hour and a quarter, you decided it was enough time to clean yourself up and make your way over to the Corporal’s study. You had a hasty bath, the cold water not helping your sore muscles in the slightest. You fetched a bar of soap, lathering it before scrubbing away the dirt that marred your skin. As the water turned brown, swirling around the drain, you allowed yourself to relax, massaging soap through your hair, making sure to leave no rubble behind, less you wish to be scolded by your Corporal.

You twisted the handle, ceasing the water before stepping out of the safety of the bath.

Dressing yourself in your uniform, you decided to leave the manoeuvre gear hung up neatly for the rest of the night. You combed your hair, attempting to tame it before deciding it would do, leaving the room in a hurry. You wandered through the halls, realising that you had never actually set foot inside of the Corporal’s office. Not many had. A bubble feeling arose in your chest. You were special. With this new information in mind, you straightened your posture, pushing out your chest, smug sneer evident on your face.

Arriving at his office, you took in the silver nameplate. ‘Corporal Levi Ackerman’ it read. A quick glance behind you informed you that his nameplate was impeccably clean without a speck of dirt. You hadn’t expected less.

“Are you going to keep me waiting, y/n? I’m not a patient man.”

You swallowed down a gulp, hand approaching the door handle slowly. What did the Corporal need from you? Were you in trouble? Was he going to punish you? You stuttered back as the door swung open. “I’m—!”

“Cadet Y/n. Please come inside, I am tired of waiting.” Corporal Levi was shorter than you, but in this moment, you were certain that he was towering over you, steeled eyes staring into your soul.

He stepped aside, pulling the door open wider as you slid in past him. The thumping of your heart was so loud that you were worried that he would be able to smell your fear. Too concentrated on calming yourself, you missed the heavy thud of the now-closed door, deft fingers locking it in place.

Long strides carried him around the desk, taking a seat in front of you. He gestured to the chair placed in front of his desk. You took a seat, smoothing out the creases in your pants. You avoided his eyes.

“Cadet, are you aware of the reason I’ve called you into my office this afternoon?” You shook your head.

“No, sir.”

Levi nodded, leaning back in his chair, sitting in a more comfortable position. You could feel his eyes take in your form. He looked almost… hungry.

“I’m sick of your behaviour, to be very fucking honest with you. I’ve had it with this high-and-mighty attitude.” His fruity voice demanded all attention be on himself. His fingers tapped against the plush-looking leather of his chair, four taps that continued in a pattern.

Taptaptaptap. Taptaptaptap. Taptaptaptap.

Your breathing quickened, anxious hands wringing together awkwardly. You focussed your gaze unto the clock sitting in the corner of the room. You had about a quarter of an hour before supper. The empty feeling in your stomach was suddenly much more noticeable as you thought about what the kitchen would be serving that night. Perhaps a stew?

You didn’t usually get so distracted, but as you sat there, blankly staring at the clock, you neglected to notice your Corporal standing rising from his chair.

A shrill squeak escaped your throat in an embarrassing fashion, the seat you were perched atop scraping harshly against the polish floorboards from an impressively strong kick. “I did not summon you into my quarters for you to daydream, idiot. Pay attention.”

You could feel the heat fill your face, shame forcing you to lower your head. Your apology was greeted with a scoff. “Where’s all your bravado now, cadet? Lost your nerve?”

Leaning down on his leg that was still pressed on to edge of your chair, he invaded your personal space. He smelled nice… was he wearing cologne?

“Aw, shy now? That’s too bad, pet. I happen to love putting brats like you in their place.” Your shocked expression met his amused grin, malicious intent burning in his gaze. He was straddling you and you choked on your own saliva, hand shaking as you lifted them from your lap as to not have them squashed. Where should you put your hands?!

A rough hand travelled up the length of your spine, nails scraping gently against sensitive skin. “Here’s how things are gonna work, pet. You’re gonna wanna fight me, and I know you’re gonna want to pin me, but that’s not gonna happen. You’re mine to touch, to tease. You’re gonna be my little plaything, and you’re gonna take all that comes my way.” A strong grip grasped your hair, pulling your hair to the side and eliciting a groan of pain. Teeth grazed the joining between your shoulder and throat. “I don’t give a shit about how you act in the yard, cadet. But with me, you’re gonna submit to me. Fight me, and I’ll be forced to punish you.”

Your hands settled on his shoulders, eyes squeezed tight. Levi’s other hand came to rest on your hip, constricting and causing you to writhe.

Lips pressed hotly against your shoulder, leaving wet marks behind as his touch travelled up your throat. He nipped at a particularly sensitive spot, eliciting the sweetest moans. His tongue peaked out, licking and sucking and biting until your grip on his shoulders was almost bruising. Almost. You shook your head, pushing away at his shoulders, but the grip he had on your hair restricted your movement, tugging sharply as a warning. He began nipping below your jaw, hips grinding into your own.

At a notably loud moan, he stopped, hot breath whispering into your ear, “Enjoying yourself, Cadet? But I’ve barely started.” A hand dragged down your stomach as his mouth continued its ministrations, unbuckling your blouse without a word. He slid down, latching on to your collarbone, leaving a trail of dark marks in his wake.

A cold hand pulled at your undergarments, exposing your breasts. The cooling feeling against your exposed nipples was jarring. You bucked your hips, biting your lip in embarrassment. “Corporal Levi, you should stop… someone could catch us!”

He ignored you, biting into your throat in reprimand. But, it was as though the Gods were on your side… or not.

“Levi~!” the rambunctious voice of Squad Leader Hanji cut through the silence. Levi pulled away from your throat with a wet pop, wiping away saliva with his sleeve, clearly irritated at the interruption. “Levi, why is the door locked? Ohhh~ are you in there with someone…?” Her tone was dramatic and suggestive, the amusement only furthering your embarrassment.

You used Hanji as a distraction to push away from Levi, pulling up your bra and dashing for the door. You unlocked it with ease and ducked past a surprised Hanji. You ran for the dorm, patting down your hair and buttoning up your blouse. You did your best to recover your composure before facing your dorm-mates.

It would have worked too, if the array of pink-purple bruises covering your throat hadn’t immediately given you away.

(And when you came to training the following morning with makeup concealing each and every one, lets just say that Levi wasn’t pleased…)

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placetobenation · 3 years

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Holy WarGames Batman!

You can never say that you don’t get your money’s worth when it comes to a NXT:TakeOver PPV and WarGames was no exception!

Whether it be Io Shirai flying off the top of the cage with a garbage can over her head or Pat McAfee doing a swanton bomb from the heavens, this one was another classic from NXT. Plus, Tommaso Ciampa and Timothy Thatcher put together one brutal war for themselves too. Johnny Gargano became the first 3-time North American Champion, uncovering his new Scream partner in Austin Theory. You know it’s a really good PPV when an above average strap match between Dexter Lumis and Cameron Grimes is probably the low man on the totem pole. Grimes continues to get better each and every week with his versatility and strange personality. He reminds me of a bigger Buzz Sawyer.

Injuries? Sure, got them too! Candice LeRae’s broken wrist and Gargano’s split mouth complete with stitches top the charts.

At the end of the day, Raquel Gonzalez gets elevated into the NXT Women’s Championship picture by pinning Shirai. The Undisputed Era remain kings of the WarGames cage. McAfee proves he’s one tough SOB too!

In the end, WarGames is your Star of the Week!

LET THE PARAMEDICS SORT EM OUT #WarGames #NXTTakeOver pic.twitter.com/XTCAwmXZVo

— Pat McAfee (@PatMcAfeeShow) December 7, 2020

NXT: TakeOver WarGames

WarGames: The Undisputed Era defeated The Kings of NXT

WarGames: Candice LeRae, Toni Storm, Raquel Gonzalez, Dakota Kai defeated Ember Moon, Shotzi Blackheart, Rhea Ripley & Io Shirai

NXT North American Championship Triple Threat Match: Johnny Gargano defeated Damian Priest & Leon Ruff to win the title

Strap Match: Dexter Lumis defeated Cameron Grimes

Tommaso Ciampa defeated Dexter Lumis

RAW

RESULTS

RAW Women’s Non-Title Championship Match: Asuka defeated Shayna Baszler

Ricochet & Dana Brooke defeated SLAPJACK & RECKONING

Kofi Kingston defeated Shelton Benjamin

Cedric Alexander defeated Kofi Kingston

3-on-2 Handicap Match: AJ Styles, The Miz & John Morrison defeated Drew McIntyre & Sheamus

United State Non-Title Championship Match: Bobby Lashley defeated Jeff Hardy

Bray Wyatt vs. Randy Orton ends in no-contest

Some quick hits for RAW this week:

It’s only a matter of time before we get two-straps Asuka!

"Imagine: Jeff Hardy teams with Riddle, and we become The Hardy Bros!" — @SuperKingofBros #WWERaw @JEFFHARDYBRAND pic.twitter.com/DtSVNnzERB

— WWE (@WWE) December 8, 2020

The Hardy Bros? Hilarious! Riddle’s growing on me. His in-ring work is unquestioned. His antics outside it are becoming funnier each week.

The only RECKONING in RETRIBUTION should be taking the masks off and clearing them of the silly names. It’s Mia Yim. It’s Mia Yim. It’s Mia Yim already!

And like that, business is back in motion! @CedricAlexander picks up the win, and leaves #TheNewDay with a statement. #WWERaw pic.twitter.com/tCPwbwufIJ

— WWE (@WWE) December 8, 2020

Cedric Alexander is playing The Hurt Business perfectly. He’s a main event player and is proving it each and every week with back-to-back singles victories over The New Day. How long is it before he says I want a shot at Bobby Lashley’s US Title too?

Is it me or are we headed for a screwjob by The Miz and Morrison on AJ Styles in his upcoming WWE Championship match with Drew McIntyre? Just a gut feeling here.

Things have EXPLODED backstage between @DMcIntyreWWE & @WWESheamus on #WWERaw!!! … Or have they? pic.twitter.com/Kkvj1NBR6N

— WWE (@WWE) December 8, 2020

Having Drew McIntyre and Sheamus fight it out in the back after an inadvertent brogue kick to the WWE Champion led to a loss in the ring was beautiful. Fight each other. Beat up an unsuspecting bystander. Go get a pint.

Really missed Alexa Bliss this week. Sure, Bray Wyatt, it’s for her own safety. But it’s definitely not as much fun without Miss Bliss.

𝐻𝐸's here… #WWERaw #TheFiend @WWEBrayWyatt @RandyOrton pic.twitter.com/phjY9qI9Du

— WWE (@WWE) December 8, 2020

Didn’t love the no-contest ending with Wyatt and Randy Orton. We get it, The Fiend is different but the ending just fell flat for me.

NXT

RESULTS

Jake Atlas defeated Isaiah “Swerve” Scott

Triple Threat Match: Grizzled Young Veterans defeated Imperium & Ever-Rise

Tommaso Ciampa defeated Cameron Grimes

Pete Dunne defeated Killian Dain

Raquel Gonzalez defeated Ember Moon

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 #𝑾𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑿𝑻 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕.@WWEKarrionKross & @Lady_Scarlett13 are here! pic.twitter.com/bUpujMXGrI

— WWE (@WWE) December 10, 2020

It’s a week of returns for NXT. And that’s bad news (sorry Wade Barrett) for the men’s roster as Karrion Kross leads the list of returning superstars. I give credit to Damian Priest for stepping up to the challenge, but that’s a challenge with Kross and Scarlett that he’s going to lose. Kross and his NXT Championship that he gave up due to injury will meet again soon I’m sure.

Back too is Drake Maverick, Malcolm Bivens with Tyler Rust, Isaiah “Swerve” Scott, Austin Theory and the NXT Champion Finn Balor. It remains to be seen who will face Balor at New Year’s Evil on January 6th, but it seems everyone from Pete Dunne to Kross to Priest to a whole host of others are in the mix.

“The Way” in-ring promo just went on too long and was too forced I thought. Theory and Indie Hartwell just felt like 3rd and 4th wheels out there as they just can’t match LeRae and Gargano on the mic.

Sunday, she pins #WWENXT #WomensChampion @shirai_io to win #WarGames for her team. Wednesday, she defeats @WWEEmberMoon in the main event on @WWENXT.@RaquelWWE is UNSTOPPABLE! pic.twitter.com/LBZpJhXPD4

— WWE (@WWE) December 10, 2020

Raquel Gonzalez looks the part of a big-time player and is finding her way into the spotlight. Funny that just one year ago, we were saying the same things about Rhea Ripley and then the pandemic hit. I’m not sure if Gonzalez is ready for the NXT Women’s Title just yet, but it would be intriguing to see her as champ and how LeRae would react to it.

"Toni, I don't have problem with you. I just don't like you." – #WWENXT #WomensChampion @shirai_io pic.twitter.com/cpP9DBL0nk

— WWE (@WWE) December 10, 2020

Anytime Toni Storm is near a ring, it’s a win for us. Whether it be taking on Io Shirai for the title or Ember Moon to continue their feud, I’m all in.

WHAT…did we just witness? 𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑵.#WWENXT pic.twitter.com/880LZBNuD0

— WWE (@WWE) December 10, 2020

Speaking of all in, holy *$#& Xia Li and Boa! I have NO CLUE where it’s going and I don’t care that I don’t know. I am absolutely loving it! Give me more! NOW!

Suddenly, the tag team division is very competive and we haven’t seen Breezango lately. Kudos to the Grizzled Young Veterans and Imperium for stepping it up a notch.

SMACKDOWN

RESULTS

Dolph Ziggler defeated Montez Ford

Non-title Intercontinental Championship Match: Sami Zayn defeated Big E by countout

Liv Morgan & Ruby Riott defeated Billie Kay & Natalya

Cesaro & Shinsuke Nakamura defeated Chad Gable & Otis

SmackDown Championship Match: Carmella defeated Sasha Banks by DQ

It's official. It's @CarmellaWWE vs. @SashaBanksWWE for the SmackDown Women's Championship TONIGHT on FOX! pic.twitter.com/k9mp3SuP8C

— WWE on FOX (@WWEonFOX) December 12, 2020

Loved that the contract signing between Sasha Banks and Carmella to open the show DIDN’T take place in the ring. Something a little different was a bit refreshing having Carmella backstage. Plus, we get a main event title match out of it too! Poor Sommelier!

No surprise that we’re getting a tag team title defense for The Street Profits against Dolph Ziggler & Robert Roode after Ziggler pinned Montez Ford Friday night. Good match to advance the feud and set up the title match coming up this Friday night.

Hated the countout victory by Sami Zayn over Big E in a non-title Intercontinental Championship Match. It did nothing for either guy. I like Zayn but here’s hoping this is the start of something big for Big E, pun intended. If you’re going to break him away from The New Day, there has to be a point. First, the I-C Title? Then, maybe a challenge for the Universal Championship down the road too?

.@BiancaBelairWWE brought the *literal* receipts! #SmackDown pic.twitter.com/SKtCTajPkK

— WWE on FOX (@WWEonFOX) December 12, 2020

Check the receipts! LOL! Well played Bianca Belair!

An ode to #WWETLC by @FightOwensFight pic.twitter.com/hsAGYn2Lae

— WWE on FOX (@WWEonFOX) December 12, 2020

"Kids, If you don't talk some sense into daddy, I am going to be the guy that takes the food off the table." – @WWERomanReigns to @FightOwensFight's family.#SmackDown pic.twitter.com/jHK6MM2LEm

— WWE on FOX (@WWEonFOX) December 12, 2020

Kevin Owens vs. Roman Reigns is going to be one insane TLC match. Owens promo was one of his best. Surrounded by his “friends” chair, table and ladder, KO hit hard on his family and just how good Reigns is but that he still vows to get back his Universal Championship. Reigns is so good, just being backstage looking so smug while Jey Uso attacks Owens is priceless. Having Paul Heyman remind him that everything is done on his time instead of running into the ring to fight KO reminds us that less is more. Then, it all turns personal when Reigns finds Owens in the back, beats him down and reminds the Owens family that he’s the one that puts food on the table and that he could take it off theirs. Delicious and well placed right in the middle of the show while the ladies take the main event.

Natalya & Billie Kay. What a waste! We will, though, take a Riott Squad victory anytime we can get it.

Chad Gable is sounding more and more like Kurt Angle and I dig it! I’m hoping Otis is not the only one to join Gable’s training group. Not a bad first pairing either, even in defeat to Cesaro & Shinsuke Nakamura.

𝒰 𝒩 𝒯 𝒪 𝒰 𝒞 𝐻 𝒜 𝐵 𝐿 𝐸 #SmackDown @CarmellaWWE pic.twitter.com/IKLtCXFLOJ

— WWE (@WWE) December 12, 2020

Carmella’s entrance – absolute smoke show! WOW! The trash talk during the match brought back a little old school feel to it. Carmella was pretty good before but she’s taking it to another level with this latest reincarnation. That was a really good match before the DQ ending. The WWE is relying too much on the DQ finish these days. The aftermath of the match – OMG! Smashing bottles over Banks while sipping champagne – very heelish! Looks like we’ll get round 2 at TLC as scheduled.

#SmackDown @CarmellaWWE @SashaBanksWWE pic.twitter.com/CPDLEMUjgU

— WWE (@WWE) December 12, 2020

SmackDown hands down with the best show of the week!

Parting shots:

Having the WWE ThunderDome travel from Orlando to Tampa had little effect on SmackDown. Moving from the basketball arena to the spacious home of the Tampa Bay Rays, I thought the WWE would use some of that space to its advantage. There may be more screens, but maybe down the road we’ll see some additions but it’s first show in Tampa didn’t look a whole lot different than the last show in Orlando.

TLC PPV – Updated Card

WWE Championship: Drew McIntyre vs. AJ Styles

Universal Championship TLC Match: Roman Reigns vs. Kevin Owens

SmackDown Women’s Championship Match: Sasha Banks vs. Carmella

The Fiend vs. Randy Orton

WWE Women’s Tag Team Championship: Nia Jax & Shayna Baszler vs. Asuka & Lana

RAW Tag Team Championship Match: The New Day vs. Cedric Alexander & Shelton Benjamin

Coming up this week:

RAW: Firefly Fun House at WWE ThunderDome

NXT: KUSHIDA & Leon Ruff vs. Johnny Gargano & Austin Theory

SMACKDOWN (on FS1): SmackDown Tag Team Championship Match: The Street Profits vs. Dolph Ziggler & Robert Roode Bianca Belair vs. Bayley

Thanks for letting us share our thoughts! Shoot me an email at [email protected]. We’d love to hear your comments and suggestions! You can also check out my blog, The Crowe’s Nest as we delve into more pro wrestling, sports entertainment and the World of Sports. My apologies ahead of time – I AM a Patriots, Red Sox, Celtics and Bruins fan! If you’re not down with that, I’ve got TWO WORDS for you… NEW ENGLAND

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Light In the Darkness:35

SORRY!!! I’ve been uploading this fic every Tuesday on ao3 but have forgotten to post updates here. You all need to tell me these things.

Please remember this fic is rated mature and has warnings of violence, abuse, sexual tension, eventual sexual behavior, and other possible triggers. For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

Chapter 35

Three days later, Yami and Gendry headed out to capture the lone Saber Wolf that had been sniffing around Pilfer’s kennel causing him to tear up his cage. Abril had wanted to go but Gendry had told her no. She had pleaded her case to Yami but he had been of no help.

Heading down the hall to the back of the house, Abril exited back door and found Teris tending her mint garden.

Joining her, Abril asked. “How much effort to they take?”

“Lucky for me, my father was right,” Teris said. “Mint is practically a weed. It pretty much takes care of itself.”

“So what do you do with them.” Abril asked.

“Whatever you want. Tea, flavoring, scents, even additions to salves.”

“But why so many different kinds?”

“Different properties and flavors. It was a hobby of my mother’s.” Teris said smiling sadly.

“You miss her. Your mother?”

“I use to miss her all the time. Not a single day would go by that something wouldn’t happen that I would want to tell her about. Often several times a day, there would be something that brought her to mind or made me remember a moment I had with her.” She sighed. “Now, days pass where I don’t think about her even once. I’ve forgotten the sound of her laugh. The stern but amused, patient expression she use to give me when I didn’t behave as a young royal lady should. It’s funny. Back then all I wanted was to get to this point. Where she stopped haunting my every moment. Now that I’m here. I realize how stupid I was.”

“I had a twin.” Abril confessed. “We weren’t identical. He died before we turned six. I often use to wonder what he would look like were he still alive. What he’d want to do with his life. If we would have still been inseparable or hated each other. Now, I only really think about him on our birthday and the day he died. I know it’s not the same--”

“But it hurts. Loss is loss.”

Abril nodded. “Sometimes I think that’s why I make such a horrible girl. Because I’m trying to live for the both of us. I know it doesn’t make sense--” She stopped unable to go on.

“Does it make sense to you?” Teris asked.

Unable to speak Abril merely nodded.

“Then it doesn’t have to make sense to anyone else.”

35.2

Yami and Gendry sat at the dinner table, exhausted. Not only had the Saber Wolf put up a hell of a fight but Pilfer hadn’t been pleased with a new neighbor and had broken through the kennel twice. In the end Yami had enlisted Tobin’s help and the three had moved the newly captured Wolfs cage down wind and out of sight of the unhappy Pilfer.

“You should have let me join. I could have used my magic on it.” Bran said again.

Gendry had already explained on multiple occasions why such a thing would’ve been counter productive to the training and trust of the new addition and Yami was too tired to do so himself. Instead Gendry glowered at the younger boy until he stopped talking and shrunk in his seat.

Still mad at Gendry and Yami for not letting her join them, Abril sat to the left of Gendry refusing to speak or look at him.

“Seems you’re getting the same treatment I am.” Yami commented glancing passed Gendry to Abril.

“Only I’m thankful for it.” Gendry responded. He looked over at Teris who sat across the table between Venice and Olsen. “When do you think she’ll move back to her regular seat?”

Yami had quit playing seat shuffle and had taken to sitting in what had been his usual seat, between Gendry and Tobin. Teris had quickly caught on and had stop trying to sit in her usual place altogether forcing Venice to sit across from Yami as she sat across from Tobin.

Understanding his friends meaning Yami sighed. “Soon, I hope. I’m getting impatient.”

“Yeah well, patience isn’t exactly your strong suit,” Gendry said.

“So what are you two gonna name the beast?” Tobin asked Yami and Gendry. “Though since I helped move its cage I should at least get a vote if not be allowed to make a suggestion.”

“You can make all the suggestions you like,” Yami said.

“We just don’t have to listen to them.” Gendry added.

Tobin looked over at the two of them. “So? What are you going to name it?”

“Don’t know.” Yami said mixing his vegetables in with grains. “Have to work with him a bit and get to know him.”

“I say we name him Rover,” Bran said. “You know since he was roaming around Pilfer’s.”

“No.” Yami told not even looking at the boy.

“Aw, come on. At least consider it.” Bran urged.

“I’d like your help sectioning off the training pen.” Yami told Tobin easily ignoring Bran.

“You don’t want to add to it?”

“No.” Yami shook his head toying with his food. “Too large and it’ll only make them more difficult to control. Pilfer’s good with obeying commands and will be of use when training the other but first they have to adjust to one another.”

“Which they won’t be able to do if they can avoid each other from opposite sides of an overly large pen.” Tobin nodded understanding. “Sure. Tomorrow sound good?”

“The sooner the better.” Yami responded. “Gendry. You good with tomorrow?”

“Unless this quiet breaks and there’s a mission,” Gendry said.

Yami remembered what Jack had told him a few nights back. His eyes slid over to Jax and Bronn. If Jack was right and wasn’t just fooling with him there would soon be a squad challenge.

Bronn caught him staring. “What?” He questioned chewing.

Yami couldn’t be sure if it was his sense of Ki or just a gut feeling but he looked back to Tobin. “Never mind.

“What? Why?”

“Yeah.” Bran said from across the table of Gendry. “I want--”

“You won’t be doing anything anyway so shut up.” Yami told.

Bran deflated.

“What are you thinking?” Gendry asked after everyone had settled down. “What’s going on?”

“Not sure.” Yami said glancing at Jax and Bronn again. “But I’d take it easy the rest of the night and turn in early if I were you.”

35.3

At Jax’s request Bronn had asked Gilly to come and check in on Teris before lights out. The Captain and Vice Captain would be giving their squad a rude awaking before sunrise and Jax had wanted to make sure Teris had been getting enough sleep and wouldn’t loose control of her mana during the coming challenge.

“I checked her over after I got her message a few days ago.” Gilly told Bronn as he greeted her.

“Captain just wants to be sure she’s—wait. What message?”

“Bronn. You know I don’t discuss my patients with anyone unless their health or anothers safety requires it.” Gilly told.

“Well in this case it just might, love.”

“The Magic Knights Squad--”

“Shh.” Bronn hushed pulling her aside and looking around. “Not so loud.”

Gilly allowed herself to be lead to the darkened area behind the stairs of the great room.

“Every Healer is on call. There’ll be six teams present and available with the usual one on shift at Healers Hall and the other two ready to assist should the need arise.” She shook her head. “Mana help us if some gang or army got the bright idea to attack the kingdom during this. With only the Sentries out in mass while you Magic Knights pummel and try to kill each other--”

“That’s why it’s not announced. That and not giving the kiddies a chance to prepare let’s us see what they’re worth.” Bronn smiled.

“Can’t you all think of a less dangerous way of testing their prowess?”

“Being a Magic Knight is dangerous work, Gilly.”

She sighed placing a hand on his chest. “Don’t I know it. I see it enough everyday. Whether it’s from simple sparring or an actual mission. There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t see a report or personally treat a Magic Knight for injury.”

“That’s cause they’re a bunch of babies going to the healers for minor scraps and broken bones.” Bronn waved off.

“You’re not helping,” Gilly said.

“Oh? You want my help, is that it?” He wrapped an arm around her waist the other grabbing her bottom and pulled her closer.

Gilly yelped in surprise then giggled scolding quietly. “Bronn! Not here.”

Bronn looked over his shoulder listening. Seeing and hearing nothing he walked her back a couple steps and pinned her between his body and the wall.

“I miss you.” He breathed as he drove down to her neck the hand about her waist sliding up and around to cup her breast.

Gilly’s breath hitched her leg rising slightly as the hand on her bottom pulled her to his need. Lashes fluttering as her eyes rolled back slightly, Gilly grabbed his shoulders in a weak attempt to stop him.

“We saw each other just the other day.” She said her hands moving around his shoulders to pull instead of push as he ground his lower half into her.

“Seeing isn’t feeling.” Bronn muttered his lower lip and tongue grazing up her neck to her mouth to silence any other protest.

One hand moving up around his neck the other dropping down to his ass. Grabbing and pulling him closer Gilly had no argument left even if Bronn had allowed her one.

35.3.2

Hearing amorous noises from behind the stairs Jax stood beside the stairways railing.

“Find a room for manas sake. There’s kids about.” Jax said smirking at the change in noise.

Gilly pushed Bronn away in truth this time. Bronn straightened spinning around, protecting Gilly from view. He didn’t need to as Jax was considerate enough to have his back turned to them.

“Captain.” Bronn cleared his throat. “We were just about--”

“Don’t need you to tell me what you were about. It was quite obvious.” Jax told unable to stop himself from the tease.

Gilly blushed a deeper red, holding a hand to her chest clasping her partially undone top and slapping Bronn smartly on the shoulder.

Jax hear the hit and chuckled. “Evening, Gilly. Have you seen Teris yet?”

“I was--” She cleared her throat missing a button in her haste to button her blouse. “I’m headed to her directly.”

“Good. Come see me in my office after.”

“Of course.” Gilly nodded needlessly as Jax’s back was still turned to them.

“Bronn.”

“Sir.”

“Let her do her job before you go distracting her with extracurriculars.”

Bronn pulled his lips between his teeth lowering his head, expecting the open handed hit Gilly gave him. He looked up at his Captains back and guiltily muttered. “Yes, sir.”

35.4

Seated in his office across the low coffee table from his Vice Captain, Jax smirked at Bronn. Embarrassed for Gilly’s sake Bronn looked away shaking his head unable to stop the smile that formed. The two men shared a chuckle.

Bronn throwing his head back and sighed. “Oh man! She not gonna forgive me for that anytime soon.”

“Nor should she.” Jax smirked eye squinting in appreciation of the shot of fire water he downed. The Captain exhaled slowly looking at the empty glass. “That’s good.”

“It was till you interrupted.” Bronn said righting his head. “Oh.” He quirked a brow seeing the shot glass in his Captains hand.

Jax chuckled again shaking his head. “You were the one pursuing things out in the open.”

“Can’t help it Captain. I think she’s the one.”

“Really.” Jax said in almost bored disbelief.

“I‘m serious.” Bronn stated.

“I can see you think you are.”

“Have I ever made such a statement before?” Bronn challenged.

“Once,” Jax said.

Bronn sobered recalling his drunken words years ago before he and Jax had risen to the point of Captain and Vice Captain. I’m gonna marry that woman one day, his slurred words echoed in his mind about Mereoleona.

“I was a foolish boy.” Bronn admitted. “Even so--” He shook his head and sighed. “Even after I wised up and realized the impossibility of such a thing.” He ran a tongue between his teeth and lower lip, scratching his head. “I thought I’d be pinning over that Lioness for the rest of my days.”

“When’s the last time you thought about her?”

“Leona?”

Jax nodded, studying his friend.

“Six. Seven months. At least.”

Jax blinked at that realizing this thing with Gilly was serious. The two hadn’t started dating till shortly before the Star Awards Festival at the end of March.

“I know.” Bronn said seeing his Captains expression. “I got it bad. And unlike the last one, this one is attainable. If she’ll have me.”

“Promise me one thing.”

“Anything.” Bronn said without hesitation.

“Give me notice before you propose. I’ll need time to find a replacement.” Jax smiled at his friend and muttered. “As if you could be replaced.”

“I’m not planning on quitting Captain.” Bronn told.

“You many not plan on it but wives hold great sway over their men. I don’t see Gilly tolerating her husband facing the dangers of a Magic Knight let alone a Vice Captain. Do you?”

Bronn stopped and thouhgt. Knowing Gilly she might even make his retirement a condition before agreeing to marry him. “Damn it.” He cursed dropping his face into his hands and rubbing roughly.

Jax smirked. “I suppose time will tell, how serious you are about her.”

“I won’t leave you without a suitable replacement. That’s for sure.” Bronn stated firmly.

“I wouldn’t expect you to. Not to mention if you did, I’d kill you. Wouldn’t want leave your girl a widow before you could fully enjoy the perks of married life. Not that you haven’t sampled them already.”

“Oh, Captain!” Bronn smiled raising his eyebrows. “I could gorge on those delights for days.”

“Don’t.” Jax said scrunching up his face tempted to take another shot of drink after the image. “Don’t talk about your girlfriends delights. And don’t go tasting them out in the open of my base again. You should be ashamed of yourself. What if Bran had come across the two of you?”

“Have you heard how big his family is? Living in such a small farmhouse. That boy already knows what’s what, I guarantee you.” Bronn said.

“Or Yami. Or Teris.” Jax said mentioning the other two youngest squad members.

“Yami?” Bronn scoffed. “You’re kidding me. Right? Have you seen the way that boy looks at that girl? I tell you he’s done more to her in his mind than Gilly and I have done in truth. As for Teris. If those two end up getting together and have their happily whatever, that girl’s gonna have to get use to such things cause I tell you, that boy has no shame.”

Jax smirked thinking his Vice Captain had a point on both accounts. Still, there was no sense in their happening across such things and getting ideas. “Never again.” Jax told.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry.” Bronn sighed. “I wonder what’s taking her so long.”

“Miss your girl already?”

Bronn’s lip twitched. He remembered what Gilly had said and told his Captain. “She mentioned something about getting a message from Teris a few days ago.”

Jax sat forward uncrossing his legs. “What kind of message?”

“Don’t know. She claimed Healers confidentiality or some such.”

“So it was official.”

Bronn nodded. “I take it you didn’t know anything about it.” He said watching his Captain sit back and sigh.

Jax shook his head considering. “Gilly just saw her the morning of the Winter Celebration three days ago. So this was sometime after that?”

“I guess so.” Bronn shrugged.

The two sat in silence for a long while till there was a knock on the door. Bronn stood and opened it letting Gilly in.

“Dismissed.” Jax told his Vice Captain.

“Aw, Cap--” At Jax’s expression Bronn fell silent. “Sir.” He cleared his throat brushing Gilly’s arm as he passed closing the door after him.

“Please. Sit.” Jax gestured to the chair Bronn had vacated. “Sorry. All I have to offer is whiskey that could double as d-varnisher.

“It’s alright.” Gilly said sitting on the edge of the seat. “I’m fine.”

“And my squad members? How are they?”

“They?”

“You had been stopping by the second floor and looking in on Yami as well. Have you not?”

Gilly smiled nervously.

“I may not look all that bright. May not even be all that bright. But, I know how to look after my people,” Jax said.

“They’re both doing well.” Gilly breathed. “Though I had my concerns when I peeked in on Yami and found that he had already turned in for the night.”

“He’s another one that may not seem all that bright but is quick on the up take when it matters.” Jax told. “Just glad he encouraged the other lads to take it easy after all their exertions this afternoon.” Jax smirked wondering if Bronn could hold off with Gilly until Yami rose to be a Third Class Senior Magic Knight, making him eligible to be named Vice Captain. Having Yami as Vice Captain would certainly provide its challenges but at least it’d always be interesting. He focused his eyes on Gilly. “So they’re getting enough sleep. No fear of loss of control for tomorrows challenge?”

“Not for lack of sleep and over exhaustion.” Gilly answered.

“But you make no promises should they loose control for reason other than lack of sleep.” Jax chuckled and stated. “You’re too smart for Bronn.”

“He covers what I’m lacking,” Gilly said. “I like to think we complete each other after a fashion.”

Jax’s brows jumped at that as he laughed outright. “A like you. You’re good for him.”

“As his Captain and closest friend, I am grateful for your approval.”

“Tell me, what was Teris’ message about?”

Gilly stiffened at the sudden change in the Black Bulls Captains demeanor. “I can tell you’re concerned--”

“I don’t know how much you know about those two,” Jax interrupted, “given the secrecy and gag orders that seem to be thrown left and right whenever Yami and Teris are involved but the normal rules don’t apply to them. Your Healer code of confidentiality,” he shook his head, “it has no meaning where those two are concerned.” He pulled out his grimoire. Opening it he slipped out a folded parchment that bore the Wizard Kings seal. “I can see you have your doubts and require proof. I respect you for that. But it doesn’t change the fact that I still need to know.” He stretched out the paper to her. “Take a look.”

Gilly took the official letter. Opening it she read. It didn’t explain why. It didn’t give any sort of reasoning actually. She had no doubt it was from Sir Jorah; short as it was it was written by his own hand.

“Alright then.” She breathed handing him back the note. “What do you want to know?”

Magic Knights Challenge next chapter. It’ll be a long one that I hope you all will enjoy. Lots of drama, fighting, BC characters, and maybe, just maybe some making up between Yami and Teris.

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