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sortofanobsession · 8 months

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Death is in the Details - Our Flag Means Death (Post Season 1 fic) Part 6 Complete

Summary: Blackbeard succeeds in hunting down the Gentleman Pirate. Izzy Hands loses his temper. Blackbeard finally gets the answers he didn't think he would ever get.

Final Chapter.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (Ao3)

Author’s Note: Thanks again for sticking around and reading. I know Izzy will probably have a big role in the show still, but I just had to do it. I never really give up on a fic. I just get distracted (sometimes for a very long time). New season is soon, maybe I'll get some inspiration. Or let me know what you want to see.

wordcount: 3k+

Warnings: Violence, anger, betrayal, sword fighting, stabbing, blood, death (the typical pirate stuff), doubt, guilt, pain

Blackbeard storms into the deck of the ship Stede and his crew commandeered. He remains stoic as he passes a few members of the crew he had basically sentenced to death for no other reason than Ed was heartbroken, and it made his heart hurt to see so many people that were so inextricably linked to Stede Bonnet. But no matter how much he had tried to prepare himself to see the Gentleman Pirate, it did little to prepare him for actually seeing him. He stopped in his tracks as Stede came up from below deck. And it was like his chest was too small and his insides too big. His chest hurt in a way he had only felt a few times. And almost always having to do with Stede fucking Bonnet. The last time had been when he was directed to the grave he was told bared Stede's name. It had overwhelmed him then. He could still vividly remember it. The groundskeeper had also pointed out the Badminton brothers' comically large monument of a headstone as he recounted the tale of Stede Bonnet and the brothers. He'd taken his anger out on the Badminton's graves. Then Ed had felt grief and anger, as he often had in life. But now, he wasn't sure what he was feeling. Grief at the chance he had lost that night at the dock. Anger at Stede for breaking his heart. Relief that Stede was still very much alive and he had found him. His attempts to figure out his emotions were interrupted by his first mate shouting.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Izzy Hands snaps when he lays eyes on the Stede Bonnet. "Why won't you fucking stay dead?!" the mate's anger boils over as he lashes out with his blade. He repeatedly strikes at Stede, but his anger makes him sloppy, and Stede was managing to hold his own.

Initially, Ed finds it a bit amusing how furious Izzy is and how Stede seems to do what Stede does best. Manages to make the best of the worst, but the longer it goes on, the more desperate Izzy seems to get. And when Izzy landed a decent blow that Stede managed to mostly block but sliced open Stede's forearm, that was too much. That was when something in Edward Teach broke. Like before, the idea of watching Stede die, especially after genuinely thinking he was dead for a time, gripped Ed's heart. Fear. He hadn't truly felt it since Stede had faced the firing squad. His petty anger at being abandoned was outweighed by the idea that Izzy might not only ruin his chance to know what really happened that night at the dock but also take away the hope that still lives deep in Ed's chest. The hope that Stede didn't leave him by choice. That Mary had been telling the truth when she said Stede had loved him. He just didn't know what love actually was. He couldn't just do nothing. As Stede went to try and block another blow, his arm bleeding from where the blade had grazed his flesh, Ed was there, his own blade blocking his first mates.

"You've made your point, Izzy," Ed says.

"You defend him after he fucking abandoned you. You told me yourself you'd-"

"I did not," Stede says. "I was going to meet you, Ed, I swear, but Chauncey-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Izzy snapped as he attempted to get past Ed to kill Stede, but the pirate captain wasn't having it. Especially when he had interrupted Stede when he was telling Ed exactly what Ed had wanted to know. With a swift movement, he frees his blade and makes quick work of getting the upper hand over his emotional first mate. He draws on every ounce of his Blackbeard mentality as he does. And with little resistance, disarms the first mate.

"You disobey me?" Blackbeard challenges. "You, Israel Hands, have betrayed me. Questioned my command, and you forgot your place." The Captain backs the unarmed man against the railing. "Now, you turn on me again. I have grown tired of your attitude. I let you live because I had so few crew members left. But you make a mockery of me. It's time you pay for your actions."

"Ed," Stede goes to try and reason with him because betrayal aside, Izzy had been Ed's friend. He shouldn't have to be the one to do it. But Blackbeard doesn't show mercy, and he has already let this traitor live far too long. One flick of the blade, and he cuts Izzy across the face. Then he drives his blade through his shoulder.

The crew watches in shock as Blackbeard stalks forward and gets in Izzy's bloody face. "I should have made you eat more than your toe," Blackbeard states. "I should kill you slowly and painfully, make you pay for every betrayal, but I have more pressing matters." Ed draws back and runs him through again. "Don't worry, Izzy. I'll see you again in hell." With that, Ed shoves him over the railing and into the harsh waters of the sea.

He turns around and takes in the shocked faces of both his crew and Stede's. They see a look of determination on the Kraken's face. He doesn't miss the way Frenchie and Jim have joined their friends.

"Those who question me from here on will join him, understood!" Blackbeard states. "Mutiny, betrayal." He looks at both crews. "Once more, you will pay with your life. I AM your captain. If you don't agree, this is your only chance." He gestures to the ship he stood on as he heads towards his own but stops. "Leave now, but if you do and you betray me, I will hunt you down, and you will beg for death." He looks at Stede's crew. "Your survival shows you have more guts than I expected. Consider yourself lucky."

"About that," Stede starts to say, but before he can continue, Ed turns his focus on him, and it's like when he first saw the truly intimidating part of Blackbeard.

"You," the legendary pirate says. The crews silently watch as Blackbeard crosses over to get in Stede's face before heading back to his transport. A handful of the crew follow him. Stede is quick after him. Most of the crew, practically all, makes their way back to the Revenge for lack of knowing what else to do for now. It didn't seem like either boat would be going anywhere quite yet. One barely had a crew, and the other they had very little attachment to. Their goal had always been to get back to their original one.

"Ed," Stede starts, but an angry noise accompanied by the man's blade stops him.

"Blackbeard," Stede corrects, even if it feels wrong. "I can explain." Blackbeard gets in his space again.

Most of Stede's crew steps away to be out of the blade's reach. All but Jim and Frenchie.

"Don't be a fucking idiot," Jim hisses before going to join Olu and the others.

"Pretty sure they mean that to both of you," Frenchie says. "Glad you're not dead, Stede." He looks at Blackbeard. "If you kill him, at least show him the drawing first." Blackbeard glares at him. But nods. The musician/scribe/confidant pats the so-called gentlemen pirate on the shoulder, earning a slight wince. The fearsome pirate looks down at the blood still dripping from Stede's torn sleeve.

He looks over at Jim and then at both crews.

"Get back to work!" He practically barks at the crew before dragging Stede toward the cabin. He isn't exactly gentle with the gentleman pirate as he drags him to the quarters they once shared. There is an uneasy air in the room as both pirates stare at each other. The awkward silence is broken as Frenchie comes in.

"Roach said you might need these," Frenchie sets down a tray with a bowl of water and some cloth and looks at Stede. "For your arm." The man then leaves because he does not want to be drawn into that mess any more than he already is. With the momentary distraction gone, the two men look back at each other. Stede Bonnet sighs. He has to fix this. He loved Ed. He knew that now. He had to say something.

"I know you're angry, and that's understandable, but did you have to take it out on my crew? I still can't believe you-" Stede stops when he finally looks away from the man he loves and takes in the state of the cabin he designed. "Ed…"

Ed has to look away because Stede looks so concerned. So caring as he looked back at Ed that it did funny things to the pirate's cold heart. He looks at the tray and the supplies Frenchie had brought him. He goes over and retrieves a bottle of rum from the desk. He takes a long pull off the bottle in an attempt to soothe his demons.

"Tell me what happened that night before I change my mind," he says as he shoves Stede down in a chair. Stede goes without a fight. Ed is almost shocked when Stede doesn't even flinch when Ed bares a knife and cuts away the torn and bloody sleeve. Ed was surprised that Stede didn't even lament the loss of a good shirt. And Stede clearly still trusted Ed if he didn't even bat an eye at the idea of an angry Blackbeard having a knife so close. Ed could kill him in several ways from the way Stede is just sitting there, looking up at him. And again, his chest feels too small, too tight for his body, but still somehow cold and empty.

"As I said before, I didn't intend to leave you, I didn't have much choice. Chauncey came for me before your guard did." He explains the whole thing, and Ed doesn't say a single word the whole time. His face was an unreadable expression masking his internal turmoil. Even as Stede goes over the parts, Ed already knows. The parts he had heard from Mary Bonnet herself.

"He loves you, you know," she had told him. "Find him, Ed. He is looking for you." And now he had found him. But Stede is still talking, and Ed focuses back on that because that is what he needs to know.

"Even if I had a way to find the guard, to get to you, it was too dangerous. Chauncey was dead. I didn't do it, but they wouldn't believe me. If they had followed me, I would have led them to you, and I…I couldn't risk it. And I needed to make things right. I have made so many mistakes. And I didn't realize…Nothing I can say could ever tell you how sorry I am. You weren't you, not really, in that place. You didn't even care about your beard." Stede says sadly before gesturing at Ed's gray beard with a slight grin. "Grown back nicely, I'd say."

And Ed isn't sure what he is feeling. Or even how to process what he had just been told. He abruptly stood and pulled the now slightly worn paper Mary had given him.

"I'm sure Stede would want to see it," she had told him. He had kept his word now. He owed them nothing. Stede had gone to her instead of him. But he kept it. And thinking about it now, he knows it's because she had given him hope. Hope that his life wasn't the rage and darkness of the Karken and nothing more. Hope that Stede hadn't chosen her over Ed because here Stede was with him and not her—all the effort Stede had made to get back to where they were.

"From your wife," Ed states and hands the paper to Stede.

"My…my wife?" Stede is confused as he unfolds the paper and sees the slightly worn but clear-as-day drawing of the leopard that belonged to the widow Evelyn Higgins, the little signature at the bottom being his son's. And as much as it tugs at his heart, he knows he will probably never see his son again. He knew it was the way it should be. He didn't even understand how he was even looking at this drawing now. "You went to-"

"I needed answers," Ed states.

"Did you get them?"

"Some, but I got far more questions than answers," Ed admits.

"For me?" Stede asks, earning an annoyed glare from the tired captain.

"For the cat," the loathsome pirate deadpans, "of fucking course for you!"

"Alright, that was probably a given," Stede admits, his unease showing in exaggerated gestures swinging the drawing around. "But I told you, it was never my intention to-"

Ed curses and grabs Stede's injured arm so the foolish man won't make it worse as he moves. "You're bleeding all over my ship," Ed states.

"Our ship," Stede corrects. Ed pointedly ignores him as he sets the booze down and starts to clean up the bloody wound on Stede's arm. "Ed, what questions do you still have?"

"I wanted to know why you didn't come to the dock. I wanted to know why you chose her over me. I wanted to know if I had been wrong. To know if I was sitting on the docks while you needed me. Could I have done anything differently?"

"Well, I told you why I didn't go to the docks. I didn't choose Mary over you. I just needed to make things right with my family. My children. And Mary, she didn't need me. She never really did. She didn't love me. Not sure even my parents did. Or anyone." Stede says sadly. He looks at the drawing by his son. And that pains Ed because Ed knows he wasn't loved as a child. He always had known. But he had known love to an extent.

"Your daughter wanted me to tell you she still has half of the orange," Ed says.

Stede sets the drawing aside and looks at him. Stede can't bring himself to say anything to that. He just thinks about his half of the orange that is safe in the few things he had. He just hoped that some of the crew would take the boat. He hoped someone had at least grabbed them for him. He hoped Olu or Buttons would have the forethought to do so. But there wasn't much he could do right now.

"Your home was nice," Ed says. And Stede nods.

"That was Mary's doing. She made it more of a home than I ever could."

"Is that why you left them everything?"

"Considering what all I had taken from her when I left, it was owed. I was a fool. A selfish fool. I can see that now."

"What changed?" Ed genuinely asks.

"You," Stede says. And Ed's hand stills where he had carefully cleaned the dried blood on Stede's arm. Because he had doubts since that night that he had any real impact on Stede's life, to hear it put so bluntly was jarring. He distracted himself by using the rum to rinse the cleaned wound. Stede winced as he did.

"Sorry," Ed mumbled.

"I'm the sorry one," Stede says, putting his free hand over Ed's as he wraps a bandage around his arm. "I know I hurt you, and I know I can never truly take that hurt back. But I wanted to make things right here, too. I know I will never see my family again. And I'm okay with that, so long as I have you. If you'll have me still. I don't need to-"

He's cut off when Ed knocks him back against the seat with a kiss because Ed had missed Stede more than he had ever missed anyone.

"Wait, wait," Stede pulls away, leaving a confused Ed to wonder if he was wrong again. The pirate's annoyance grows at the possibility of rejection, but Stede just smiles and grips the other man's face. "I didn't even tell you the best part."

"Was it the fuckery? Because your wife said, it was exactly as you planned it."

"She did? Wait, no, that's not," Stede laughs. "It was a good show. You'd have loved it."

"I don't think I would have. You nearly die far too often," Ed points out.

"Fair enough," Stede nods.

"You were saying?" Ed prompts him. He didn't even mind that Stede still had a hold of his face. Stede was laughing and smiling as Ed's world had righted itself. That the warmth he had so greatly missed was back, and it wasn't just the warmth of the man's hands on his face. It was like the sun coming out after a storm.

"Right, yes," Stede nods again. "I realized that I had been selfish because I wanted to run off with you. More than I had ever wanted to be a pirate. And trust me, I had wanted that more than anything. I would spend the rest of my life in the run from the crown, to spend with you. I was even willing to risk you or Izzy Hands killing me just to spend whatever life I had left with you. And it might have been short if you hadn't stepped in. And I'd have been fine with that. I'd have let you kill me without a fight."

"That's mental," Ed states.

"Olu thought so too, but at least I'd have died knowing you were still you. That I hadn't ruined you like I do most things I love. Like my family, like this ship, like-" he is cut off again by Ed's lips.

"I love you too," Ed says when they separate for air. "But if you ever pull a fuckery like that again," Ed says in all seriousness. "I will kill you."

Stede laughs, but Ed doesn't think it's funny. He isn't sure his heart can take the idea of losing Stede again, even if it was just another fuckery.

"Only ones you're in on. How does that sound?"

Ed weighs the options and ultimately agrees because he still loves a good fuckery, and he had seen the planning and detail, even if he couldn't read it, that Stede had put into his death fuckery.

"Fine, but no death, not yours, at least."

"Those are acceptable terms, Captain," Stede smiles, and Ed can't help but kiss him again. "So now what?"

"Fuck if I know," Ed admits. "Never expected to make it this far."

"With me or just in general?" Stede asks.

"Both," he admits.

"Should probably at least sort out the whole crew thing. They might be a bit mad at you, especially Black Pete. He misses Lucius." And Ed does genuinely feel guilty about that. "But in time, I'm sure you can win them over. Most of them, maybe. We can try."

"Together?" Ed asks hopefully.

"Yes, together," Stede agrees.

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mybeautifulbeautifuleternal · 2 years

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“Execute Order 66! There’s the General. Blast ‘em!”

The words kept echoing inside your head. They didn’t make sense and the absolutely devastating feeling of betrayal was killing you just as surely as your Troops had tried. Only days since the Fall of the Jedi and of the Republic and you were sure that those eight words were going to be the new soundtrack of your life. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to forget.

A seemingly normal day in the War, you had woken up to the good news that Kenobi had taken the 212th to confront Grievous. If Kenobi won, that was an almost guarantee that the War was over. The news had spread quickly throughout your ship, moods lifted and laughter floating through the air.

You had only seconds of warning. Diving out of the way, you saw your Commander shutting down his comms before reaching for his blaster.

“Execute Order 66! There’s the General. Blast ‘em!”

Still running, trying to find a safe place to hide, you buried your head in your hands and wept. The inside of your head was silent where it should be loud, strumming with the Force presence between all the Jedi. Now it was ringing with silence and

“Execute Order 66! There’s the General. Blast ‘em!”

The death of your family…the death of justice and the Republic…the betrayal of your friends…

“Execute Order 66! There’s the General. Blast ‘em!”

You were pretty sure, even if the Empire were toppled today and all the Troopers with it, you were going to be hunted down for the rest of your life.

@themerrywhumpofmay

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zuzus-fics · 5 months

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The Last Supper

TW: major character death, religious themes

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Ship: KazuScara

Angst

Word count: 456

The table could fit thirteen. Long, wooden, covered only with a white linen cloth, a loaf of bread sat in the middle, waiting to be cut. Currently, it seats two. Two whom, while rivals, loved each other with all their hearts. One of whom was destined to kill the other. They sat in silence at the table, both with cups which were filled with red. Such a red, it resembled blood. Such a red, it served as a reminder of their fates. Such a red, it was blasphemy to even speak of it. The room which housed the table was bare, with a high ceiling presenting the wealth of the homeowner, a god within his own palace. Said god took a sip of the red liquid within its own glass prison, watching as it rippled around his lips. He brought the glass down slowly, noticing he had already drunk half of it. Scrunching his nose in distaste, he looked at the other from across the table. “Is the wine to your liking, Kazuha?” His rival lifted his head —so it seems he was also transfixed on the liquid— and met the eyes of the god. He smiled somberly. “Yes, Lord. Thank you.” “You mustn't be so formal when it is just the two of us.” Kazuha dropped the smile and let out a silent breath. “It can no longer be just the two of us, Scara.” He accentuated the god’s name, whether with mockery or with respect, neither of them knew. “One of us must die, and you are much aware that it can only be me. I am mortal, you are not. It is simple.” Scaramouche narrowed his eyes. “You do not know that,” though the two recognized it was a lie. “Please, do not be angry or upset, I have accepted this outcome, and welcome it openly.” With melancholy behind his eyes, the god slowly raised the glass to his lips once again, slowly letting their fate trickle down his throat. Swallowing the last bit down, he sat the glass down once more, standing up to walk to the other side of the table, meeting his rival face to face. “I know what was in your glass,” he whispered, cupping Scaramouche’s face close to his own. “No, please don't make me do this.” Kazuha just smiled, a soft smile, yet one that conveyed so much dread, before pulling them into a kiss, Scaramouche immediately deepening it. They kissed for a few seconds longer, before Kazuha started to become limp, forcing Scaramouche to pull away. Kazuha gasped before leaning forward on Scaramouche’s shoulder, coughing a bit before looking up to meet his eyes with a smile —a genuine smile— the last one he would see.

#tw: major character death #tw: religious themes #tw: betrayal #genshin impact #genshin fic #kazuscara #scaramouche #kazuha #zuzu writes

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signourneybooks · 6 months

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Traitor of Redwinter | Book 2 of The Redwinter Chronicles | ARC Review

Thank you to Tor Publishing Group and Netgalley for the review copy in exchange for an honest review. This does not change my opinion in anyway. Book: Traitor of Redwinter (The Redwinter Chronicles 2) by Ed McDonald Release Date: October 24th 2023Tags: Fantasy | Adult Fantasy | Death Magic Trigger/Content Warnings: Death | Torture | Violence | Betrayal Other books in this series I reviewed…

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#Adult Fantasy #death magic #Ed McDonald #fantasy #the redwinter chronicles #traitor of red winter #TW: betrayal #TW: death #TW: Torture #TW: Violence

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"So ... you seem a bit on edge. Want me to hang around while they check you over?" [Was thinkin' post mission with EMTs, something like that?]

She wasn't even technically employed by Shield anymore, but... the offer was on the table. So, this was a test run, to see how she felt about it. It was just a standard, watch and follow assignment. Shouldn't bring any action. Or at least that's what they'd claimed.

The woman was under observation. Thinking back on it, her name, her image, had felt distantly familiar, but Sadie had brushed it off- that had been her first mistake.

Cassidy Floor had stopped to grab a drink and seemingly check her phone. Not exactly untypical behaviour, but Sadie knew better than to be dismissive.

"We've got a read on her mobile device. An outbound text message was just sent. The contact was addressed as "Maestro," and it appears she's made plans to meet up with them. Keep an eye out for anything fishy."

"Got it." Sadie murmured. They ended up at a mall. Everything seemed normal. Floor even stopped to check out a top at a boutique storefront. The soldier kept about fifteen feet between them, pausing by a Christmas tree and pretending to admire the ornaments. And then a glove appeared over the top of the clothing rack- no, not a glove. A hand. A hand, with no visible body connected to it. Sadie blinked, squinted, and both Cassidy and the hand were gone.

Until they weren't. Sadie heard a breath behind her, felt a clammy hand tap the bare skin of her neck ever so lightly, and in the second she'd taken to whip around Cassidy had skidded back and tripped over her feet. She'd still managed to slap a hand to the tile floor.

The soldier hardly noticed the movement. She did notice the mildly unnerving way the girl strained to keep herself from blinking. That wasn't what concerned her, though. That wasn't what was making her freeze up. She was fixated on this girl's face, on the features Sadie hadn't taken in from so far away, on the expression she wore now, which resembled her mother's all too well.

Marya.

The tiles opened up beneath Sadie and her breath hitched just before she fell. Stomach jolting, her reflexes had kicked in as she'd landed, but that hadn't softened the linoleum floor beneath her. Luckily the serum minimized her physical injuries, but she had to get away. She couldn't trust anyone. They were all Hydra. The paramedics came and told her she was safe but she knew better than to trust that-

"No. She lied, she's the reason I'm here, and I need to-I need to get back to my-" Her expression grew angry, distressed. "I can't talk to any of you. I need to go home."

"You took a bit of a fall, m'am, we're just here to make sure you're okay-"

"I'm fine." Sadie snapped at the EMT as Thera approached. Thera? She hadn't been there, with Marya...

"So ... you seem a bit on edge. Want me to hang around while they check you over?"

"I don't need them to- I don't want them near me- I-I need to go home."

#Woops #Have some feels #I hope this is okay?#tw: ptsd #tw: betrayal #tw: anxiety #tw: medical #tw: falling #tw: injury #tw: dissociation

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 11 months

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Difference of Opinions (Part 1)

Fandom: Spider-Man, Spider-Verse, Across the Spider-Verse, Miguel O'Hara, f!Reader Summary: You went against the man you loved and helped Miles escape. Now you must face Miguel's wrath. Word Count: 1821 TW: Angst, Betrayal, Anger, Glitching, Left for Dead, Miguel has a temper Notes: I told myself I wasn't going to get sucked into writing for this movie, but this idea wouldn't stop nagging at my brain so here you go!

Prequel, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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*Spoilers for Across the Spider-Verse*

As you watched Miles disappear in a flash of the Go Home machine, you couldn’t help but smile. For a moment, you had been afraid that he wasn’t going to make it. That despite everything you, Hobie, and Margo had done to help him, Miguel was going to stop him before he could escape. But he got to go home to try and save his father. He had a chance.

However, the smile slowly faded from your face as Miguel roared and ripped the arm off of the Go Home machine. You had been so focused on getting Miles off of Earth-928 that you hadn’t considered what happened afterwards. This was going to be bad.

The room had filled with other Spider-people who had all been involved in the chase for Miles and they all just stared at Miguel. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Margo’s avatar disappear and you sighed in relief. At least she would escape Miguel’s fury.

Right now, his focus had turned towards Gwen. As they began yelling back and forth at one another and Miguel dragged her into the Go Home machine, you started to back out of the room as inconspicuously as possible. While part of you wanted to run to Gwen’s aid, she was being sent back to her own universe. It was heartbreaking to watch– especially knowing what was going to happen to her father when she returned –however, she was getting off easy considering her part in getting Miles involved in the Spider-Society in the first place. Things could have been a lot worse for her. As they would probably be for you if you didn’t let Miguel cool down for a while before confronting him.

You had just about made it to the door when you heard a snarl behind you. “And where do you think you’re going?”

Red webs coiled around your arms and legs pinning them to your body and making you fall to the floor. Before you could try to squirm your way out, Miguel yanked hard and you flew backwards into him. He caught your chin with one large hand, his nails sharpening into claws and digging painfully into your skin as he held you off the ground.

His red eyes flashed dangerously as he roared in your face, “Did you think I wouldn’t see you trying to slink away? You helped him escape! You! Of the hundreds of us in the Spider-Society, you were the last one I ever imagined turning against me.”

“I haven’t turned against you, Miguel. You know I love you too much to ever do that.” With your face still pinned in his grasp, you tried your best to keep your expression calm and non-confrontational. You knew how he got when he was like this and it was better to not get him even more agitated. However, your voice remained firm and unwavering. “But right now, you’re letting your past cloud your judgment and you’re not thinking clearly. I was just trying to–”

“He’s trying to alter a second canon event! We still haven’t dealt with what he did in Mumbattan and you just let him get away to do it again!” He bared his sharp teeth at you as he growled deep in his throat. In all your years together as friends or as lovers, you had never once feared Miguel would hurt you…. until this moment. All reason seemed to have left him and all you saw when you looked at his face was fury and pain. There was no trace of the man you loved before you.

Trying to keep the quiver out of your voice, you calmly said, “You said it yourself. Miles is an anomaly. He was never supposed to be one of us so who’s to say he has to uphold the canon events? From what I can tell, the Peter Parker of that world already lost his captain before he died. So maybe Miles has a chance none of us ever got. Maybe he doesn’t have to bear this loss like the rest of us. Maybe he can change his fate.”

“‘Maybe! Maybe! Maybe’! You risked the lives of an entire universe on maybe!” Miguel’s grip on your face tightened and you mewled slightly as his claws broke skin. “Whether or not he was supposed to be Spider-Man, he is now. And that means he must follow the canon. If he was different than the rest of us, he wouldn’t have already lost his uncle.”

“Or may– possibly becoming the Prowler is what got that Aaron Davis killed, not because he was Miles’s uncle.” You tried to reach up to stroke Miguel’s cheek, to calm some of his anger, but your hands were still pinned to your side by his webs. “Miguel, don’t do this. I’m begging you. Please, let Miles try. Trust that I know what I’m doing.”

Slowly, Miguel’s fury faded from his face until there was nothing left but pain. Pain that you knew you had caused. He lowered you to the floor and loosened his grip on your face though he didn’t release you. Then, as he stared deeply into your eyes, he spoke in an agonized whisper. “I did trust you. I would have gone to the ends of the multiverse and beyond for you. I gave you my heart even after I swore never to open myself up to anyone again but you turned your back on me the first chance you had.”

Tears sprung to your eyes and you squirmed against the webs, desperate to touch him. To hold him and make him feel that your love for him never wavered. “You know that’s not true. I’ve stood by your side from the very beginning. I’ve loved you and helped you build this Society so we could uphold the canon across hundreds of universes. But I just… I just couldn’t stand by this time and not at least give Miles a chance to try and save someone he loves. I’m sorry.”

For just a moment, you thought you saw a glimpse of compassion or love in his gaze but it was quickly replaced by bitter cold indifference. “I’m not.”

His claws slashed through his webbing, freeing your limbs. But before you could move, Miguel grabbed your arm, ripped your portal watch from your wrist, and hurled it against the wall where it shattered into pieces. Still holding your arm, he tossed you across the room. You crashed into the floor and slid another dozen feet or so on your side. And just as you slowed to a stop, you glitched as this unfamiliar universe attacked your cells.

You felt like your body was simultaneously being compressed and stretched in a hundred directions at once. When the glitch ended, you let out a small whimper but the sound didn’t cull Miguel’s rage any. Even as you lay in a heap on the ground, he tossed a disk in your direction and suddenly a red transparent field surrounded you.

Unable to believe he was really doing this to you, you called out to him but he ignored your plea. Instead, he turned his back on you and growled, “Jess, Ben, come with me. And somebody catch Spot.”

Jess glanced at his retreating form then back to where you were now confined. “Miguel. You can’t just leave her like this. Without a watch–”

“She made her bed, now she can die in it,” he snapped without turning around. He simply opened a portal and said, “Let’s go.”

Ben fell in behind him, but Jess hesitated, her hand reaching out towards you. But you shook your head. Miguel had judged you and once that happened, no one could change his mind. Jess had too much to lose by trying to help you and despite hating to see her leaving to track Miles down, you knew she was just as trapped now as you were. So, reluctantly, she turned and followed Miguel and Ben into the portal.

Now alone, you pulled your knees up to your chest and buried your face in them. You didn’t regret helping Miles, but you never imagined this would be the consequence. Miguel had a right to feel betrayed yet the fact he would go this far– that he was alright with you slowly glitching out of existence – broke your heart. Miguel had never been a saint but you never imagined he could do this. Not to you. How could his love sour so quickly that he was willing to let you die rather than try to understand why you did what you did?

No. I won’t accept that.

Miguel was just not thinking clearly after everything that had happened today. Deep down, he still loved you. He had to. Just as you still loved him despite him leaving you to die in this cage. If you could only show him that you were right and Miles was different, then maybe Miguel could forgive you for going against him. And maybe there was still hope for the two of you. Or maybe he would still want you dead.

Wow, Miguel was right and you did rely heavily on “maybe”.

However, there was just something about this situation that made you believe in those maybes. For years you had protected the multiverse by Miguel’s side and you had never questioned his decisions or a canon event. But something in your gut– in your spider-sense –was telling you this time was different. That Miles really could break from the canon without the same consequences as the others. But you would never know unless you found a way out of this cage!

Suddenly, you remembered how Miles managed to escape the same sort of prison an hour before. You might not have his Venom Blast powers but maybe Miguel presented you with your own way to escape. Spreading your arms and legs out as far as you could, you pressed yourself against the force field so you covered as much area as you possibly could. Then you waited.

About four minutes later, it happened. You glitched again but this time, you were ready for it. Using all the strength you could muster, you fought against the glitch and kept yourself pressed against the field. As your body began to flicker and change, so did the force field. When things finally corrected themselves and you were left moaning on the floor, you opened your eyes to see what was once your cage had been transformed into a pile of random junk from across the multiverse.

Giving it a slight push, the pile collapsed and you walked out of the remains of your prison. You were free. Now, you just had to find a way off of Earth-928 and back into the multiverse to find Miles before Miguel did. And you thought you had an idea about where to start….

Thank you for reading, liking, commenting, and/or rebloging! I am planning a prequel to this fic showing how Miguel and Reader met and I may also do a sequel fic to this one. If you are interested, please let me know and I'll add you to the tag list! Thanks!

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gloomylace · 27 days

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some-messed-up-writing-for-you · 8 months

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Short Prompt #1270

CW: betrayal.

"So, my followers plan to betray me," the ancient god muttered under its breath, repeating what the kneeling human had just told it. It chuckled darkly. "How amusing."

The human remained silent save for their terrified heartbeat and shuddered when the god's many eyes fell on them once more. Its echoing voice had their skin tingling.

"Oh, but you~," it purred. "Such a loyal little thing. I'll have to think of a reward for you~."

"B-Being able to serve you is reward enough, my Lord." Their reply had the god laughing - the sound beautiful yet filling them with dread.

"No need to play a fool, little servant." The god grinned with many sharp teeth and tilted Human's head up to look at it. "I already know every single desire in that shameless head of yours~."

The human couldn't stop the heat that blossomed across their face... and somewhere lower. The god cackled, enjoying their embarrassment, and Human would be lying if they said they didn't like it, too.

#writeblr #writing #writing prompt #short prompt #monster fucker #terato #human x god #human x monster #smuwfy #some messed up writing for you #tw: betrayal

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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Danny was done.

His grades were in the dumps, his back hurt from that new blaster his mom hit him with, he had to foil the plans of the world's most pathetic billionaire for the forth time this month and his town was on fire. Again.

Danny hated his life. He just wanted to leave it all behind. He never wanted to be a hero! He wanted to be an astronaut, but Sam kept pestering and guilt tripping him into doing thing "for the good of the world". It was only after Danny was badly injured because of one of her stupid plans and her blaming him for it going wrong that Danny realized she treated him like a tool instead of a person and they had a friendship ending fight.

Tucker had been trying to warn Sam against treating Danny like this for months but she continued to get worse, wrapped up in her eco warrior goals she got tunnel vision and forgot to care about the people closest to her. Tucker didn't care why. He couldn't forgive her for hurting Danny.

Danny decided he needed to get out of this situation by any means necessary. He needed everyone to forget this ever happened. He thought about making a wish with Desiree but decided against it and went to ask Clockwork what he should do. Unfortunately he couldn't find Clockworks lair and instead went to ask Frostbite for advise or if he knew of a way to erase people memories.

Frostbite gladly told Phantom of a magical artifact capable or stealing/absorbing information, not only from minds and computers but absorbing actual physical items as well. Danny thought that sounded ridiculous but was willing to search for it anyway. Needless to say he wasn't expecting the artifact to be a Morningstar. Grabbing the weapon and defeating the guard, Phantom booked it out of there and wasted no time erasing Ghosts from the minds of the Amity Park residents and the GIW. Danny was impressed to discover Vlad had lost his powers as well as his knowledge and that the basement labs and ops center were basically erased from existence.

One of the only downsides about the artifact was that if anyone managed to steal it from him before all the information and items could be deleted than they would receive all the knowledge and goods Danny was working so hard to destroy, thus Danny and Tucker came up with a plan for Phantom to carry it everywhere on his back in a customized black case.

Clockwork tries to stop them, but in the fight he realizes Clockwork wasn't using his time powers against him. Then it clicked. In his fight with his evil future self the monster had shoved one of Clockworks time medallions into his chest. Danny was immune to Clockworks time powers and the god was much easier to beat this time around.

Danny traveled to the Clocktower to drop the older ghost off and caught a glimpse of Clockworks window into the timestream.

It was worse then he ever imagined. Not the future. No. Clockwork couldn't see Dannys future anymore because of the medallion. It was the fact Clockwork had been essentially fattening him up as a lamb for slaughter for the sake of the ghost zone. He was planned to take the crown and unite the zone, fixing and repairing everything he could before being assassinated, leaving the zone in peace and harmony and the throne empty and uncontrolled. Danny decides to keep Clockwork in the thermos.

They proceeded to borrow the Infi-map to take them to a world best suited for Dannys new life and it takes them to the DC universe where Tucker wastes no time crafting new identities for them. Tucker doesn't stay, but he wants to have a valid identity for when he visits using the portal guns.

This is where the story begins.

Tucker hacked into city records and a few other places and got Danny ownership of an abandoned house just outside of Star City (which Danny was very enthusiastic about the name) and they decided to renovate for Dannys sake. It was surprisingly easy with Danny's powers. Unfortunately the hacking caught the attention of some local heros who decided to just keep an eye on them and see what happens.

Danny gets a job at a high end restaurant as a waiter and actually liked it there. The pay was good and the other staff was friendly.

Nothing good lasts forever though as he's attacked by some nut calling himself "Sports Master". Seeing as it appeared no one was coming to his aid and there didn't seem to be anyone around, Danny went ghost and made quick work of the guy, leaving him unconscious on the sidewalk. Green Arrow and Black Canary just sat slack jawed from the rooftop where they had been preparing to save the kid. And oh gods this was a kid.

Now Danny is being stalked and harassed by capes telling him he needed training and a mentor/legal guardian/adult and he's getting more and more frustrated cause he knows what they want. He knows he's a heavyweight in the super world. He knows that they want to find some way to control him. To bring him back into the fight against evil or whatever.

But Danny wasn't having it. He managed to wrestle back control over his life from a literal god. He wasn't just going to follow them back into the frey. Danny just keeps telling them.

The answer is No!

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