#If I coughed blood on the reg for several years I too would be at most kinda annoyed when it happened again

[msfcatlover]

Endlessly Funny

Some story: “And this character was sick, all the time. For years. You might even say chronically so. These are their symptoms. Oh look, the symptoms are flaring up again!”

People doing reviews, summaries, & commentaries online: “WHY IS THIS CHARACTER SO CASUAL ABOUT THEIR SYMPTOMS?! SHOULDN’T THEY BE FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW?!?!”

[silverlightqueen]

Ruin My Life - Part 1.5 (Jimin’s POV) 

Part 1

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fratboy!Jimin - smut, fluff, slight angst ig 

Summary - Part 1 but from Jimin’s point of view

Word Count - 8k

Warnings - explicit sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, spanking, multiple orgasms, oral sex (male and female receiving), dom!Jimin

a/n: THIS IS STILL UNEDITED SO FORGIVE ANY MISTAKES! I know y’all are still waiting on part 8 and it’s coming soon dw, but I really wanted to explore my writing abilities and thought it’d be fun to rewrite part 1 but from Jimin’s point of view, if y’all enjoy, I might consider doing the other parts from his point of view too but i’ll see. hope y’all enjoy this part, lmk what you think and hmu if you wanna be on the taglist x

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taglist💕: @keylowmonie​ @jennafromhome @btrombley13 @springday51818

‘Is that y/n?’ Taehyung says, interrupting the conversation currently going on between our friendship group. ‘Where?’ Namjoon asks, all of us looking around the relatively quiet library (it’d be silent if we weren’t in here as the librarian hasn’t failed to remind us several times). ‘Right there,’ Tae says, pointing to a table clearly in our eyeline. ‘That’s not y/n,’ Yoongi scoffs, just as the girl in question turns in her seat, stretching her back, and we get a clear view of her face; it’s definitely y/n. I try not to let my face change and don’t react in the slightest at seeing her for the first time in a while. ‘Damn, it is y/n,’ Hoseok says, surprise evident in his voice. ‘When did she get so… hot?’ Tae asks, and I roll my eyes. ‘She’s always been hot,’ Namjoon scoffs, voicing my thoughts, and Taehyung shakes his head. ‘Not like this, though. She looks like a fucking IG model,’ Taehyung says, and Jin laughs. ‘So exactly your type then?’ he says, and Tae smirks. ‘Her roommate’s more my type. You know that Mija? I ain’t never seen no one like her,’ Tae says, and Jungkook shakes his head. ‘Hyung, you say that about a different girl every week. Then you sleep with her, and suddenly she’s not attractive anymore,’ Jungkook says, calling him out, and we all burst out laughing. ‘That’s not true!’ Taehyung exclaims indignantly, and I raise an eyebrow at him. ‘Yes, it is, Tae. Everyone knows it,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘Nuh-uh, only you guys think about me like that. I bet no one else does,’ he says, and then I catch him eyeing y/n. I practically see the idea form in his mind when Jin says the words, ‘Prove it.’

‘I bet y/n doesn’t think of me like that,’ he says, and Namjoon laughs. ‘Clearly you don’t know her,’ he says, and Tae scowls. ‘And you do?’ he asks, and Namjoon nods. ‘Well, how about I go ask her for her number and we’ll see what she thinks of me then?’ he says, and I feel jealousy strike through me. ‘She would never give you her number. She actually has a functioning brain cell, you know?’ Namjoon says, and Tae rolls his eyes. ‘Just because you wouldn’t be able to get her number. None of you would,’ he says, all of the boys beginning to make noises of disagreement. ‘You wanna bet?’ Namjoon asks with a competitive glint in his eye. ‘Yeah. I do,’ Tae replies seriously. ‘Let’s do it, then. You go first,’ Namjoon says, and Tae practically jumps out of his seat, sauntering over to where y/n sits.

I watch with interest as she looks up at him and he says something. She visibly sighs, coaxing a laugh from us, before replying, Taehyung flinching at her words. He says something else with a grin, and she puts her book down, leaning back in her seat with an exasperated look on her face. He says something else, and she rolls her eyes, and I almost leap in triumph at how obvious it is that she doesn’t want to speak to him. She replies, and he asks her a question, her lips curling up into a grin, making me feel sick. They go back and forth, Tae flirting, laying it on thick, and y/n looking quite amused, constantly rolling her eyes and shaking her head at his words. And then her voice raises very slightly, and we hear what she says to him; ‘To save myself from any more of the bullshit that has been nonstop exiting your mouth for the past minute, I’m going to ask you to leave now.’

We all clap our hands over our mouths, choking on our laughter as Tae says one last thing to her, strutting back with a grin. He doesn’t let the rejection get to him, though I can tell his pride is hurt, and Hobi hyung goes next. She sends him back after half a minute with a roll of her eyes, and Jungkook tries afterwards. He ends up making her laugh and he jokes with her, and my jaw clenches unconsciously when I see her write something onto a slip of paper and hand it to him. He grins over at us, the other boys making a complete ruckus, Jungkook leaving y/n laughing to herself. Jin hyung goes next and she sends him back to with a pat on the arm and a kind smile. Namjoon hyung goes over a couple minutes later and she smiles widely at him when she looks up. After a bit of conversation, she leans towards him and puts a hand to his chest, whispering something with a sultry grin. The other boys start shouting and screeching whilst I try to calm my rocketing pulse and unclench my hands from fists. He brushes a piece of hair behind her ear and leaves, both of them smiling at each other. Yoongi hyung goes next, and they banter for a while before she gives him her number too. I’m practically seething at this point, knowing I have no right to, but if I’m jealous, I’m jealous; what can I do about that? The librarian comes over and rants at us again, and then it’s my turn. I feel nervous like I never have before as I approach her, my heart beating double time. I slide onto the table beside her and pull out one of her headphones, my entire body tensing with anticipation as she looks up at me. I’m not disappointed because Tae was right; she was always hot, but not like this. Not in the way that literally has blood rushing to places it probably shouldn’t be rushing to in the middle of the library.

‘Hey, princess. Long time no see,’ I say, so relieved I don’t stutter or have a voice crack whilst I speak. ‘Hey, Jimin,’ she replies, our eyes locked together. ‘That’s not what you used to call me,’ I say without thinking, mentally chiding myself for being a dick. ‘It’s what I used to call you when we were around other people,’ she fires back, and I grin at the confrontational glint in her eyes. ‘How have you been, princess? I’ve missed you,’ I say honestly, wondering what her reaction to it will be. She rolls her eyes before raising an eyebrow, replying with, ‘I really doubt that, Jimin. Did you even have enough time in your… busy schedule to miss me?’ ‘Now, babe, don’t get jealous. You know that when I was with you, I was with only you, no one else. So, don’t act like the scorned woman,’ I tease, running a hand through my hair, knowing the effect it used to have on her, and celebrating when I see her swallow, rolling her eyes again. ‘What a privilege,’ she says, sarcasm dripping from her words, and I shake my head. ‘Look how you treat me. After everything we went through together,’ I say, and she raises an eyebrow. ‘The only thing we went through together was a jumbo pack of condoms,’ she replies, the joke catching me off-guard, and I burst out laughing, getting a dirty look from the librarian. ‘I forgot how funny you are, babe,’ I say, and I revel in the way she fights the smile off her face.

‘Listen, don’t be mad at me for moving on. As much as I hate to bring it up, you’re the one that ended things with me, though only God knows why. We were good together, right?’ I say, and my heart jumps when she nods. ‘So why did you end it?’ I ask the question I’ve wanted to know the answer to for two years, and she sighs. ‘Do you really wanna know, Chim?’ she asks softly, the nickname making me melt, and I nod. ‘Because I started to catch feelings for you,’ she admits, desperate not to show the way my heart and mind are reacting to her words. ‘And?’ I ask after a few moments, wanting to kick myself for sounding like such a douche. ‘Two reasons. One, I’d just gotten out of a relationship, and wasn’t looking to get into another one. Two, you weren’t, and still aren’t, the type of guy to even want a relationship, so there was no point continuing what we had, because I would’ve fallen for you more and more, and it wouldn’t have gone anywhere,’ she says, and I feel my heart hurt at hearing what she thinks of me. ‘Because you know me so well?’ I ask with a raised eyebrow, and she nods, a coy smile on her face. ‘I knew you better than you thought I did,’ she claims, and I nod, trying not to scream at myself for missing that opportunity two years ago.

‘Well, what do you say we give us a go again, y/n?’ I ask, because I can’t let this chance pass me by, and she coughs violently. Not a good sign. ‘What, like… do what we used to do?’ she says, visibly shocked at my suggestion, and I nod, smiling at how flustered she is, running a hand through my hair to try to calm myself. ‘Obviously. Not a relationship, you said it yourself, you know I’m not that guy. Unless you’re gonna go catching feelings again,’ I tease, and she scoffs at me. ‘Don’t flatter yourself. I’ve matured. Just as much as you’ve become more of a douche,’ she jokes, and I clutch at my chest. ‘Ouch, princess, you really know how to hurt me, huh?’ I reply, and she sticks her tongue out adorably. ‘Thanks for trying to pimp yourself out to me, Jimin, but no, thank you. I’ve passed that stage in my life,’ she says in a false snooty voice, and I pull a face at her. ‘Come on, princess, for old times’ sake. Just one more time. Then I’ll leave you alone,’ I say, slightly embarrassed at how desperate I must seem, and she shakes her head. ‘Can’t you go ask some naïve freshman who doesn’t know you well and will think she’s ‘oh-so special’?’ she says, and I burst out laughing at the bit of spite in her tone. ‘Princess, you were the naïve freshman at one point, remember?’ I joke. ‘We were sophomores,’ she points out. ‘Regardless. Nothing like a one-last-time fuck, huh?’ I say, and she doesn’t react to my words. Disappointing.

‘Go ask someone else, Jimin,’ she says, turning away from me, and my heart hurts a little. ‘Don’t you understand, y/n? I’m asking you because I want it to be you. I don’t just want any old sex, I want good sex, and, as much as this is majorly wounding my pride to admit this to you, you are the best I’ve had,’ I say shamelessly, and her eyes widen. ‘Seriously? I’m the best? Out of like the other 200 girls you’ve fucked?’ ‘Hey! Don’t downplay me, more like 300,’ I joke, and she holds back a laugh. ‘You’re probably a walking STD,’ she says with a shake of her head, and I let out a small laugh. ‘Fine, y/n, but you have my number still, right? You know where I am if you need me,’ I says, getting up. But I hesitate before leaving. ‘I really did mean it when I said I missed you, princess,’ I say softly, our eyes locked together as I run a hand through my hair in embarrassment, and she looks away. I leave without waiting for a reply, returning to teasing from the boys at failing. But in my head, I haven’t failed. If I know her as well as I think I do – or used to – she’ll text me tonight.

So when the clock reaches nine and I realise it’s probably a bit too late for her to call me, thinking she might have a lecture in the morning, I feel like a bit of an idiot. I guess I don’t – or didn’t – know her as well as I thought. But then, around half an hour later, whilst I’m lying on my bed, about to start… entertaining myself to the thought of her (yeah, I know, I’m sad) and my phone pings with a text, I practically leap at it. And it takes me a few seconds to register that it’s from her. ‘you know my address. get here asap x’. I leap off the bed, pulling on my jacket as I type a reply, waiting a minute before sending it. ‘knew you’d change your mind. omw princess x’. I race out of the house, avoiding any of the other boys, and drive at dangerous speeds over to her accommodation, nearly running an old man over on my way. Then it takes me a while to find somewhere to park, so I bump it up on a curb, and sprint into her building, taking the stairs two at a time. I pause for a few seconds outside her door to get my breath back before knocking. I know she won’t answer after the first knock, so I wait a little while before knocking again. I hear footsteps on the other side of the door and then she pulls it open. All I can see through the small gap is her face, our eyes locking instantly. ‘I hate it when you leave me waiting. I nearly ran a guy over driving here, and this is what I get in return?’ I say, my voice naturally lowering when I’m in this state. She opens the door, stepping aside to let me in, and I nearly go lightheaded at the sight of her. ‘Wow,’ I say, freezing in the doorway as my eyes trawl over her body, ‘all this for me, princess?’ She smiles coyly, tucking her hair behind her ear, and I wonder what I must have done in a previous life to be able to have sex with this girl. ‘All for you, Jimin,’ she replies, the way my name rolls off her tongue making me half-hard, and I shut the door behind him.

I have to restrain myself from leaping on her, gripping her waist between my hands and pressing my lips to the soft skin of her exposed neck. ‘Now, now, princess, that’s not what you call me when we’re alone, is it?’ I say, and she trembles in my arms. ‘No, daddy,’ she whispers, and my breath comes out shaky at the sound of it, making sure to leave a mark beneath her jaw before I speak. ‘Fuck, it’s been so long,’ I whisper, pulling her up from her thighs. She jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and I carry her towards where I know her bedroom is, my lips still marking up her neck. I kick the door open, feeling her jump in my arms, and laughs gently at how easy it is to scare her. I throw her down onto the bed and climb over her, unable to stop myself from staring down at her. ‘God, I’ve missed you,’ I allow myself to admit before pressing my lips to hers, our bodies fitting together perfectly.

I part my lips, and she follows suit as she always used to, allowing me to slide my tongue into her mouth, taking in the taste of her, the memories of long nights spent together rushing back. I can’t stop myself from feeling her body, my hand tracing the curves of her waist, hip and thigh, her hands gripping onto the leather of my jacket before sliding into my hair, sending soft waves of pleasure through me, waves that spread from her fingertips. The kiss becomes more and more heated and I can’t tear my mind away from how much I’ve missed this, kissing her, touching her, feeling her. Her. She pulls on my bottom lip before licking a stripe across it and I groan, rolling us over so she lies atop me, the weight of her so comfortable and familiar. Like this, both of my hands can roam the expanses of her body, the curve of her ass and hips, the dip of her back and waist. Her hands rest on either side of my face, her hair tickling my face, the smell of her shampoo flooding my senses. ‘Princess,’ I say against her lips, and she pulls away by a millimetre. ‘As much as I’m enjoying catching up, I’m getting impatient,’ I say, trying not to cringe at how much of a dick I sound like, before grinding up against her, my hard-on against her stomach, and she whimpers in my ear, the sound heavenly. ‘You like the feel of that, princess? I’m so hard, just for you,’ I whisper, grinding against her again, and I feel her hand palm me through my jeans. I slap her hand away, her eyes wide and innocent.

‘Off,’ I instruct, and she practically jumps off me, her eyes trained on me as I move to sit at the edge of the bed, my feet firm on her carpeted floor. I pat my lap, and she pouts at me. ‘Why, daddy? Haven’t I been a good girl?’ she asks, and my dick twitches as she speaks. I try to cover up my arousal with a harsh laugh, and I pat my lap again. She reluctantly lays herself across my lap, her ass right in front of my face. ‘Good girl? You think you’ve been a good girl?’ I demand, seeing her nod, and I land a hard slap against her ass. ‘That is for not replying to any of my texts or calls,’ I spit out, before slapping her ass again, revelling in the way it jiggles under my hand, her ass already beginning to redden. ‘That is for avoiding me around campus and at parties,’ I say, finally being able to let her know how hurt I was at her actions over the past couple years. I spot a dark patch on her panties and feel a smirk break across my lips in satisfaction. I’ll never be able to understand my ability to get such a strong, intimidating and beautiful girl bent across my lap taking as many slaps on her ass as I want. ‘That is for flirting with all my friends at said parties, where you knew I could see you.’ The slap I give her is so hard, she lurches forward on my lap, almost evoking my pity. Almost. ‘That is for giving Jungkook, Namjoon and Yoongi your number.’ ‘Namjoon already had my number!’ she exclaims, giving me an excuse to give her an even harder slap. I want bruises the shape of my hand on her ass tomorrow. ‘You never know when to keep your mouth shut, princess,’ I say, landing another slap on her ass, enjoying her silence. ‘And that one is for how you’ve gotten even sexier over the past two years,’ I say gently, pulling her up of my lap and laying her down onto the bed.

I hover over her, spotting the tears that have spilled down her cheeks, and I kiss them away, the sight of them making my heart hurt. ‘You are a good girl for me, princess. You always take your punishments so well. I just missed leaving bruises on this perfect ass,’ I say, lips still pressed to her cheek, and I feel her smile at my words. ‘Thank you, daddy,’ she whispers, her words making me tense, my heart melting. ‘Such a good girl. My princess deserves a reward, right? You deserve a reward, don’t you, baby girl?’ I ask, and she nods, biting on her bottom lip. I duck my head, pressing my lips to her jaw and slowly trail down her neck to her collarbones, wanting to leave marks all over her. When I reach her bra, I breathe out deeply. ‘You look so sexy in this,’ I say, looking up at her. ‘Don’t rip it off, please, daddy, it was expensive,’ she whispers, and I let out a laugh. ‘I’ll buy you a new one, princess,’ I say, and she pouts down at me. ‘Fine,’ I huff with fake annoyance, snaking my hands under her torso and unclipping her bra, pulling it off her and throwing it over my shoulder. She shivers, and I see her nipples already hardening. I let out another deep breath, and she whimpers when my breath hits her chest. I grin at her reaction before ducking my head to wrap my lips around one of her nipples, my fingers tugging and toying with the other one, listening to her gentle whines. She winds her fingers into my hair, her long nails against my scalp like heaven, and I move to mouth her other nipple. The anticipation of making her scream my name again gets too much so I start to press kisses down her stomach until I reach the hem of her pants. I pull them down her legs with a roll of my eyes, throwing them to join her bra, leaving her body bare underneath me. ‘So fucking beautiful,’ I say without even meaning to, spreading her legs apart.

The sight of her glistening core makes my head light and my dick twitch again, y/n being the only girl to ever do that to me. ‘God, I forgot how wet you get. Has anyone else managed to get you this wet, princess?’ I ask, hands on her waist, and I’m met with silence. ‘I asked you a question, princess. Has anyone else gotten you this wet?’ I ask again through gritted teeth, digging my fingers into her waist. ‘No, daddy, only you,’ she says, and I grin before blowing out hot air over her core, hearing a small whimper from her. ‘Please, daddy,’ she says, and I nearly cum in my pants. ‘So needy, princess,’ I tease to distract myself from how turned on I am at her, before licking a stripe up her slit. The taste of her brings back such a strong wave of nostalgia and it’s a taste I’ve missed an embarrassing amount. ‘Tastes so good, princess,’ I praise as she lets out a small moan, legs already beginning to writhe on either side of me. I eat her out like I haven’t eaten well for years (and in a way I haven’t; it’s been two years since I’ve tasted y/n) and she doesn’t stop moving for a second, her back arching up off the bed. ‘Stay still, princess,’ I warn, holding one arm over her hips to keep her back against the bed. I try to work a finger into her tight hole, her clenching not making it easy for me at all. ‘So tight, baby girl, am I not turning you on enough?’ I tease, and she moans as I push another finger in, trying to stretch her out a little more. ‘I’m not gonna get my cock in at this rate, princess,’ I say, my lips still wrapped around her clit, pumping my two fingers in and out of her slowly.

I slowly increase my pace, adding another finger after a couple minutes, and I know her orgasm’s building up, moans falling from her lips more and more frequently. I try even more to get her off, licking up and down her slit, pulling on her clit with my lips as my fingers pump in and out of her at a furious pace. Her fingers are wound into my hair, and I can feel her tugging me closer and closer to her core. I curl my fingers inside her, knowing I’ve hit her spot when she lets out a loud whine. ‘Shit, Jimin, right there,’ she moans, and I freeze at her use of my name. She looks down at me with fear in her eyes, and I try to cover up how turned on her moan of my name made me by acting angry. ‘What did you call me, princess?’ I ask, and her pout makes my heart jump. ‘Sorry, daddy, I forgot. It just felt so good,’ she replies gently, and I can’t help but smile at her. ‘It’s okay, baby girl, you can say my name if you want,’ I reply before going back to what I was doing. I eat her out like there’s no tomorrow, the taste of her making me feel intoxicated and her moans making my hard-on painful. ‘Come on, princess, you’re so close,’ I whisper before pulling on her clit as I curl my fingers, knowing she’ll reach her high. And she does, her cry of ‘Fuck, Jimin!’ making me smirk as I help her ride out her orgasm, her back arched up off the bed again.

I clean her up once she’s come down from her high, her gentle panting adorable, before I get up and stand beside the bed. I hold my fingers out to her and she wraps her mouth around them, licking my fingers clean of her release. I slip off my shoes and socks as she gets her breath back, and I can’t help but watch her fondly. She pushes herself up onto her knees as I shrug off my jacket. I pull my t-shirt over my head and throw it to join her underwear across the room as she unbuttons my jeans, pushing them down my legs. I’m left in my black boxers, my boner straining against the material, watching as she runs her hands over my chest. I hope she’s noticed that I’m more toned than I used to be. She starts to leave a mark on my collarbone, fingers threading into the hair at the nape of my neck. ‘Princess, as much as I’m enjoying this, I really need you,’ I say, surprised at how out of breath I sound, and she pulls away from me. ‘Okay, daddy,’ she replies, pulling my boxers down so my hard length springs up against my stomach. She leans down and presses a kiss to the tip before licking up the precum, my breath shaky. She spits on her hands, running them up and down my length, and I gather up her hair in a makeshift ponytail. She licks up my cock along the vein, starting at the base, and I tense up completely, knowing I’m about to get a blowjob better than any I’ve had in the past couple years. She takes the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around me, and I have to bite my tongue to stop the moans. She looks up at me through her long curling lashes as she sinks further down onto my length, and then I feel my head hit the back of her throat. I can’t stop myself from throwing my head back and letting out a gentle moan at how good her mouth feels.

She slowly builds up her pace, her head bobbing up and down on my dick, as she takes me as far as she can. ‘Fuck, princess, your mouth feels so good around my cock,’ I groan, looking down at her to see saliva dripping down her chin and her eyes bright with tears. I can sense that she’s about to take me further down her throat and it turns me on so much that I can’t help but thrust into her mouth. She doesn’t make any complaints, so I continue, holding her head using her hair and thrusting into her mouth as I wish, hitting the back of her throat each time. She grabs onto the backs of my thighs as I fuck her mouth, the sight turning me on so much that I near my high very quickly. ‘Ah, you’re such a good girl, princess. You make daddy feel so good, y/n. Taking my cock so well,’ I groan, and she lets out a moan, the sound making my go even faster. I look down to see tears streaming down her face, saliva dripping down her neck and chest, and my thrusts start to become messier at the sight. I can’t stop the moans of her name falling from my mouth and I finally cum with a loud moan of her name, thrusting through my orgasm.

I pull out of her mouth when I’m done, and the sight of her now makes my dick twitch again (honestly, my dick doesn’t twitch easily, but with y/n… it’s like it can’t sit still). Her hair’s tangled wildly, tears streaming from her eyes ceaselessly, her spit and my cum dripping down her chin and neck, and her fingers rubbing at herself slowly. She swallows down my cum as I collect up what’s on her face and neck, pushing my fingers between her lips. She licks them clean again, continuing to rub at herself, and she lets out a moan. ‘Already turned on, princess? You only orgasmed a few minutes ago! You always have been a greedy girl,’ I say, moving her pillows out of the way and sitting at the top of her bed, my back against the headboard. I pull her towards me, and she tries to straddle me. I shake my head with a laugh and lift her up to put her down on my thigh, holding onto her waist. ‘You want me to ride your thigh, daddy?’ she breathes out, and I nod with a groan, leaning forward to kiss her. I can taste my own cum from her mouth, our tongues and teeth clashing as I give her ass a light slap before gripping it tightly. I flex my thigh and she predictably moans into my mouth, making me grin.

I pull away and she begins grinding down onto my thigh, holding onto my shoulders, and I start to lick and suck on her nipples again. After a while, we both realise that she’s stopped and I flex my thigh again. ‘Jimin!’ she cries out, her head falling back, and I smirk. ‘Move, princess,’ I command, and she rocks down onto my bare thigh, my eyes locked onto the beautiful sight before me. ‘God, I can feel how wet you are. Gushing all over my thigh, princess. Such a dirty girl,’ I whisper, eyes on her as she grinds against me. I grab her waist, making her increase her pace, and she moans out my name, eyes screwed shut. ‘Look at you, grinding on my thigh like that, so beautiful,’ I groan out, so smug at seeing the most beautiful girl in the world slowly coming apart on my thigh. ‘Fuck, Jimin, you feel so good, daddy,’ she moans, my thigh practically coated in her slick. ‘Be a good girl, y/n, work hard on daddy’s thigh, and I might just fuck you senseless afterwards,’ I whisper, already hard, and she swipes a finger across my tip to collect up the precum. The action catches me off-guard and let out a moan of her name, my head falling back and my entire body tensing, the movement making her moan out my name. ‘Come on, princess, I know you’re near,’ I urge, flexing and bucking up my thigh, moans falling from her lips in rapid succession. She finally reaches her climax, her back arching before she falls forward, her head buried in my neck, the scent of her so overwhelming that I can’t help but close my eyes and deeply inhale. I continue rocking her on my thigh to ride her through her high, and her breath against the skin of my neck does more to me than it should.

‘I don’t think there’s anything more beautiful than the sight of you cumming on my thigh, princess. I wish I could imprint it in my mind,’ I breathe out, lifting her off my thigh and laying her down on the bed. ‘Do you still keep your condoms in the same place?’ I ask, looking over to her bedside table. ‘I’m on the pill,’ she says, and I raise an eyebrow. She always wanted us to go raw, and I can never bring myself to do it, not wanting to risk her getting pregnant. ‘You’ve always been on the pill. Doesn’t mean we shouldn’t take precautions. I don’t want you pregnant,’ I say, and she rolls her eyes. ‘Yes, I keep them in the same place,’ she says, and I grin, reaching over to the drawer and getting one out. I hand it to her, shutting the drawer as she rips it open, sliding it onto my hard dick gently, and I can’t help but hiss at the feeling. ‘Ready?’ I ask as she wraps her legs around my waist and nods, ‘Yes, daddy.’ I plunge into her straightaway, unable to restrain myself, filling her up all the way, and her head falls back onto the pillow, my head resting on her shoulder. ‘Fuck, you’re so tight, princess, why don’t you ever loosen up? I won’t be able to last long,’ I groan, and she doesn’t reply. She never does this early on because she always takes a little while to adjust. ‘Can I move?’ I ask. ‘Please, daddy,’ she moans, and I pull all the way out before slamming all the way back in, hips snapping up to meet hers. ‘Fuck, daddy, you feel so good,’ she moans out, and I groan, setting a steady pace. ‘Deeper, Jimin, harder,’ she moans and, after a few more thrusts, I get impatient and unhook one of her legs from my waist, moving it to stretch over my shoulder instead, before slamming into her even harder. ‘Daddy, oh, god, yes!’ she screams, reminding me of how vocal she always is, and I go deep as possible, filling her up completely. ‘Yes, Jimin, fuck, feels so good!’ she cries out as I reach down to rub at her clit, wanting nothing more than to see her cum around me right now. I’m holding on as best as I can, wanting her to cum before I do, though it’s difficult. When I see her at a party, I nearly get hard, so how am I supposed to hold on whilst buried balls deep in her with her moaning my name? ‘That’s it, princess, scream my name. Let everyone know who’s making you feel so good,’ I say, my words interrupted by grunts and groans as I thrust into her as fast as I can, rubbing furiously at her clit. ‘Jimin, fuck!’ she screams out, the sight of her convulsing underneath me and the feeling of her clenching around me bringing me to my high too. ‘Ah, fuck, princess, I’m gonna cum, fuck!’ I moan, my thrusts uneven and erratic as I cum into the condom, my fingers still working at her clit to ride her through her high. ‘Stop, Jimin,’ she says after a few seconds, slapping my hand away from overstimulation.

I slowly pull out of her, standing up and pulling off the condom, throwing it into the bin in the corner of her room. She gets up from the bed slowly, wordlessly walking to her bathroom to wee so she doesn’t get a UTI. I laugh to myself at the thought; she’s the only girl our age I know who actually cares about her sexual health. I look around the room properly for the first time; it’s so weird to be back here, back in the place I used to spend countless nights in. It looks pretty much the same, just with different bedding and her desk is organised differently. I spot my clothes and sigh to myself; I should probably get changed, it’s not likely that she’ll want me to stay. She made her feelings towards me very clear in the library earlier and it’s obvious that this was just for the sex. I pull my boxers back on and I’m pulling my jeans up my legs when y/n comes back in. She’s run her hands through her hair so it looks a little less wild, and her face and body is clean of all substances that I left on her. She’s also cleaned off her makeup, her face bare and glowing. She’s so beautiful it makes my heart leap. ‘What are you doing?’ she asks, and I look at her in confusion, wondering if I’m maybe fucked her a little too hard this time. ‘Um, I’m getting dressed,’ I reply, and she frowns. ‘I know that, I mean why,’ she replies impatiently, making me even more confused. ‘So I don’t show up to the frat house naked,’ I say in the same tone, and she rolls her eyes. ‘Stay the night. It’s late, why would you go home now?’ she asks, and her words shock me, painting a grin on my face. ‘You sure, princess?’ I ask, and she nods exasperatedly. ‘Don’t make me regret offering,’ she replies, picking up my t-shirt from the floor and pulling it on. I sneak a look at the clock on her wall as I take off my jeans, the time reading 11.08. It’s not that late, but I won’t point that out. I jump into her bed as she pulls a fresh pair of pants on. I smile at her when she turns around, admiring her in my clothes. ‘You look so good in that shirt,’ I say as she gets into the bed beside me, taking a sip from a water bottle on her windowsill. ‘How do you want me?’ she asks, and I smirk at her. ‘Another round already, princess?’ I ask, and she sighs tiredly. ‘You know what I mean,’ she says, and I laugh. ‘I wanna spoon you,’ I say without a shred of shame, and she turns away from me, lying down. I lie down beside her, sliding my arms around her waist and pulling her closer to me, her back pressed against my front and her head beneath my chin. ‘Goodnight, princess,’ I say, supressing a yawn, knowing I’m about to have the best sleep I’ve had in a couple years, always sleeping well when I’m with her. ‘Goodnight, Jimin,’ she replies sleepily, snuggling into my arms, and I feel like the luckiest guy in the world, drifting off to sleep with y/n in my arms. 

When I wake up, I’m lying on my back and y/n’s head and hand are resting on my chest, her entire body curved into mine with one of my arms holding her close. I lie there for a while, just looking down at her face, her features softened with slumber. After a few minutes though, I become uncomfortable and I don’t want to wake her up so I carefully move her off me, climbing out of the warm bed. I stretch, heading out of her room and into the living room, where her roommate sits on the sofa. ‘Hey,’ I say, frozen mid-stretch as we make eye contact. ‘Hey. Good night’s sleep?’ Mija asks amusedly, an empty mug sat on the coffee table and a book in her hands. ‘Yeah, great,’ I grin, and she rolls her eyes. ‘Listen, Park. If you two start doing this thing again, you better not hurt her, okay? I swear to god, if you hurt her, I’ll murder you,’ she says, and I nod, slightly taken aback. ‘I won’t hurt her,’ I reply, and she shakes her head. ‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep,’ she says, getting up. ‘I’ll keep the promise,’ I say, and she regards me thoughtfully. ‘I don’t think you will, but I’d like it if you prove me wrong,’ she says, walking towards me. She stops with just a few inches between us, and I can see what Tae sees in her. ‘I know her, and I know she’ll fall for you again, because that’s just the way she is. You either commit to her or you don’t do this at all. She’s not some entertainment, okay? If you like her, then cuff her. If you don’t, then don’t waste her time,’ she says. ‘I do like her,’ I say, surprising myself. ‘Good. So you better start actually dating her then. Not just sex,’ she says, and I nod. To be truthful, y/n’s the only girl I’ve ever met who I’ve liked. Maybe I could give a relationship a go with her. ‘I’m going to my lecture now and you are going to stay, make her breakfast and not tell her about this conversation. As far as she’s aware, we haven’t spoken since the last time you two… did your thing. Understand?’ she says, and I nod, not quite knowing what else to say. ‘Good. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around,’ she says and scoops her handbag from beside the door, leaving without another word.

I head into the kitchen, Mija’s words still echoing in my mind as I root around their cupboards to look for something to make y/n for breakfast. Mija’s right; it’d be wrong for me to just sleep with her knowing that she’ll catch feelings again. But it’s not like I don’t want to date her. I had the biggest crush on her ever when we were sleeping together last time but… too many things got in the way of me asking her out. Hopefully this time I can rectify that mistake; it’s obvious my feelings haven’t gone away, and I just hope hers haven’t either. I gather together the things to make pancakes like Jin hyung taught me a couple weeks ago and start to mix up the batter, hoping I don’t fuck it up like I fuck everything else up. When I’m mixing the last ingredient in, y/n steps into the room. I look up at her, dressed in my t-shirt, hair a little bit of a mess, eyes still squinty from sleep, and I grin widely, the little smile she gives me back making my heart contract.

‘Morning, princess,’ I say as she walks towards me, and tap my cheek for a kiss. ‘Morning, babe,’ she replies, the pet name making my heart jump as she gets up on her tiptoes and presses a soft kiss to my cheek. ‘How long have you been awake?’ she asks, her voice slightly huskier than normal, and she moves behind me, snaking her arms around my waist and resting her head on my back. ‘Not long. Thought I’d make a bit of breakfast,’ I reply, her hands on me making me lose my focus a little bit. ‘What time is it?’ she asks, and I can feel the vibrations of her words against my back. ‘It’s nearly half past eleven. You didn’t have a morning lecture, did you?’ I ask for decoration, knowing Mija would have told me if she had. ‘Nuh-uh,’ she replies, as I look at what’s in front of me, realising I forgot to put the butter in. I start to walk towards the fridge, practically having the waddle due to y/n being attached to my back, shuffling along behind me. ‘You’re so clingy in the morning. I thought you maybe you’d changed but you’re still the exact same,’ I laugh, and she nuzzles even further into my back. I can’t focus properly with her holding onto me like this, accidently picking up their cheese instead of the butter, and I have to say something. ‘Princess, can we cuddle after I’ve made breakfast? You’re making it a little hard to cook,’ I say, and she whines behind me, not letting go. I have to detach her from me, and when I turn around, she’s pouting. ‘Go find something to watch on the TV and I’ll be done in, like, fifteen minutes,’ I say, and she frowns, stomping off into the living room. I laugh to myself as I finish off the batter and then pour it into the pan bit by bit, making six pancakes in total three each. I pile them onto the plate and then search for syrup, cream and strawberries like how Jin hyung does them. I do it as best as I can but the cream splatters a bit, I cut the strawberries uneven by accident and put on way too much syrup. I’ve already taken quite a while so I just take them into the living room as they are. ‘What did you make?’ she asks, and I grin as she gets comfy. ‘Pancakes,’ I reply, handing her the better plate. She smiles at me and I watch as she takes a bite. ‘So?’ I ask, waiting eagerly for her answer. ‘Really good,’ she says, and I can’t help but grin, proud of myself. ‘Jin hyung taught me how to make them,’ I say, starting on my own plate.

We eat in a comfortable silence, watching the film she’s chosen (Snow White and the Seven Dwarves). Once we’re both done, she takes our plates into the kitchen and washes up, presumably washing up the other dishes too because it takes her a while. I go into the bedroom while she’s gone and get my phone, bringing it back into the living room with a load of blankets too. I get comfortable and check my phone, seeing a text from Tae, asking where I am. I give him the same answer I’ve been giving a lot recently, though it’s a lie this time, typing out nothing more than ‘with Jeongyeon’ and sending it. She walks in a couple minutes later, and I smirk up at her. ‘You look so good in my clothes, princess,’ I say, making some space for her beside me. She throws herself down and I instantly pull her towards me, my arm around her waist. It feels so comfortable to sit here with her like this, cuddled up watching Disney films like a proper couple. The domesticity is a nice change from anything else I’ve experienced in the past couple years, and I could definitely get used to it.

‘You coming to the frat party?’ I ask, hoping she will so she can sleep over. ‘I didn’t know you were having on,’ she replies coyly, and I rest my head on top of hers. ‘Well, now you do,’ I say, waiting for her answer. ‘I’m not invited,’ she says pointedly, and I grin to myself. ‘Well, that’s why I’m inviting you now. I want you there,’ I reply, feeling her grin now, and I supress a laugh. ‘I’ve got exams next week,’ she replies. ‘What’s that got to do with our party?’ I ask, and she rolls her eyes. ‘I need to study,’ she replies. ‘Okay, A) no, you don’t, and B) if you want to study, do it tomorrow, or during the week next week,’ I say, and she sighs. ‘Come on, princess. You can be my date,’ I push, and I feel her tense up, moving away to look at me. ‘Your date? Did the infamous Park Jimin really just ask me to be his date? When there’s gonna be so many ‘hot chicks’ whose pants you can try to get into?’ she says sarcastically, and I roll my eyes, amused. ‘Infamous? And also, for the record, I’ve never said ‘hot chicks’ in my entire life,’ I say, wondering if maybe I’ve come on a little too strong. ‘The point still stands.’ ‘Yeah, and my point about wanting you as my date still stands. We haven’t spent time together for so long, it’ll be nice to hang out together in a party environment,’ I say, backtracking as best as I can. ‘As opposed to this environment?’ she asks, giving me the perfect opportunity. ‘This is nice and all, but it feels too… relationshipy for me. A party’s a different story,’ I say, but when I see the disappointment in her eyes, I want to slap myself. Why would I say that? Now I just seem like a dick. Great one, Park. ‘Okay, I’ll come,’ she says, surprising me, and I grin, glad my words didn’t upset her enough for her to refuse coming. I’ll make it up to her at the party. ‘Good.’

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The Ursa Squad

So I decided to try NaNoWriMo for the first time and will be working on THIS fanfiction :P If it goes well I’ll post it on Wattpad and AO3 so if you like it, please give it a like, comment, or reblog!

Summary:

Atlas and his crew, the Ursa Squad are Republic Commando’s during the Clone War. The Squad was sent to spy on Grievous and his dealings with the Trandoshan Slavers. But, things don’t go according to plan and they end up in a fight for their lives.

Guest Appearences:

Anakin, Rex, Padme, Fives and Echo, General Grievous, and others.

Warnings:

A little bit of violence but that’s about it.

A light flickered on in the fog, indicated the presence of other life forms. These particular life forms were the Trandoshan slavers Atlas and his squad, the Ursa squad had been tracking. Atlas perched on the cliff face above the Trandoshan camp, watching their every move through his rifle scope. The black, craggy rocks made for harsh silhouettes against the cold, grey/blue sky. It didn’t rain much this time of year, but when it did, as it was now, the black rocks glistened as if with fresh blood.

 Above the cliff Atlas perched at, a dark forest of angry trees hid his other three brothers. Jumper, the team medic, and Ulysses, the team tech guy, were partnered as usual, watching for any scouts. Max, the sniper, perched like an eager predatory bird in a taller tree not too far off, with his sniper rifle trained on the camp for when the excitement started. Their normally white armor had been covered with the mud of the local planet, though Atlas could still see the different colored paint marks his crew had used to make themselves individual.

 Max took a moment and cleaned his scope.

 “This is a nice place. Friendly, ya know?” He said over the coms. “Like you, Ulysses.”

 Ulysses growled over the coms in response.

 “Exactly. Couldn’t agree more.” Max chirped.

 Ulysses didn’t respond. Jumper, who crouched next to him nudged Ulysses.

 “This doesn’t seem like a place the Trandoshans would want to meet Grievous. Is this place anything like Trandosha?” Jumper asked.

 After a pause, Ulysses growled back,

 “Why would you think I know that?”

 “Maybe because you’re a nerd and know everything there is to know about anything. Don’t think I don’t see you reading Reg Manuals in your free time.” Jumper said, without hesitation.

 “Call me a nerd again and I’ll rip out your femur and beat you with it.” Ulysses grumbled, though he didn’t contradict Jumper. Jumper himself wasn’t bothered by the threat. When Ulysses quit threatening, that was the time to be bothered.

 After a moment of silence, Ulysses spoke,

 “There’s less sand. It’s colder, gloomier, and nicer here.” He said quietly. Jumper smirked to himself.

 “I knew it. There was no reason to pick this miserable place,” Max piped up, “Other than to make Ulysses happy. Nice to know they care.”

 Jumper could almost see Ulysses roll his eyes under his bucket. Just then, a ship emerged from the heavy fog.

 “Cut the chatter Ursa’s. General Grievous is here.” Atlas, the leader, said. The other three obediently complied, readying themselves. This was only a reconnaissance mission, but they knew missions rarely stuck to the plan.

 Atlas looked through his scope and watched Grievous’ ship land. Soon, the General himself exited the craft, escorted by three of his signature Magna guards. What appeared to be the Trandoshan leader, came out in the light rain to greet them. As words began to be exchanged, Atlas turned on his audio.

 “- prize will be arriving soon.” Grievous said, interweaving his spiked fingers. The Trandoshan leader crossed his arms.

 “I hope they’re as good as you say, for your sake.”

 Grievous laughed, then fell into a coughing fit.

 “They are the best. I am sure they will put up a good hunt. The Separatist Alliance greatly appreciates your continued supply of good in exchange for such…Ferocious prey.” Grievous said. If Grievous’ face plate could smile, Atlas was sure he would be.

 “So they ARE trading with each other. Glad to know we were right,” Max chirped in their ears, “Wait…Don’t the Trandoshans hunt PEOPLE?”

 “Yup.” Ulysses responded.

 “Man, that’s messed up.” Max said, tragically. There was a slight pause.

 “Isn’t that your entire job? As a sniper?” Ulysses commented.

 “I-That’s not-You….no…it’s different…. stop it.” Max said. Ulysses let out a deep chuckle.

 “Clear coms.” Atlas said again. He would never admit it, for fear of encouraging this behavior, but he liked the banter of his brothers. It comforted him.

 “When should we be expecting them?” The Trandoshan leaders gravely voice grated against Atlas’ ears.

 “They should be just outside.” Grievous said. Atlas’ heart jumped. If Grievous had prisoners, why hadn’t they noticed them?

 Blaster fire sounded in Atlas’ coms, and sparks of light shown through the trees where Jumper and Ulysses had been hiding.

 “Jumper, Ulysses, are you okay over there?” Atlas called. Nothing.

 “Ursa’s, report!” Atlas tried again. Panic rose in his chest. Atlas sensed movement behind him. A snapping twig confirmed a presence. Atlas whipped around. Several Magna guards and two Trandoshans stalked towards him.

 “Sir, it’s us! We’re what the prey the Trandoshans were promised!” Jumpers urgent voice came through the garbled coms. Dread knotted in Atlas’ stomach.

 The first Trandoshan charged Atlas. Lithely, Atlas stepped to the side, giving the Trandoshan a good shove on the back as it barreled past him, sending it careening off the cliff screaming. Seeing his brother fall, the second Trandoshan charges him, pulling out a machete. Atlas charges back, ducking the blade and grabbing the Trandoshan around the torso before plowing him into the ground. The Magna guards engaged. Before Atlas could land a hit on the Trandoshan, the Magna guards attacked, swinging their electrified staff weapons.

 Atlas catches the first one inches from his face, then ducks the second one. The Trandoshan under him angrily kicks Atlas away. Atlas grunts and tumbles away, losing his grip on the first electric staff. Atlas rolls backward and comes up with his blaster in hand. But, the Magna guards were already there, and knocked it out of his hand. The other Magna guard jabbed him with the electrified end, just under his arm where the chest plate didn’t cover.

 Pain surged through Atlas and his muscles seized up. He tasted iron in his mouth as blood from biting his own cheek slowly covered his tongue.

 The Trandoshan took advantage of Atlas’ momentary distraction. Grabbing his machete, he slammed the handle down on Atlas’ head. White flashed in Atlas’ vision and he crumpled to the ground. Atlas reached for his pistol. Before he could get to it, the magna guards tased him again. Again, his muscles seized up and he let out a strangled roar. The Trandoshan unholstered his rifle and switched it to stun.

 The moment the guards let up, Atlas tried to jump, but the electrocution made him sloppy. The Trandoshans blast nailed him in the chest. Atlas grunted. His chest and limbs instantly went numb. Atlas crumpled to the ground as his vision went black.

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 Grievous sat as comfortably as his metallic body would let him. The dull electronic buzzing of the lights sucked the soul out of the filthy room. Trophies, food supplies, and weapons lay strewn about too unorganized for Grievous’ comfort, but this clearly did not bother the Trandoshan leader who sat across from him. Together they casually watched the blaster fire light up the night sky until it abruptly stopped. Grievous chuckled.

 “Right on time.” He said. The Trandoshan leader smirked.

 “Excellent. General Grievous, how did you know they would be there?” the leader hissed.

 “No average clone could complete this mission,” Grievous explained, “And, you’re not important enough for the Republic to send a Jedi.”

 The leader bristled and stood up, his stool violently falling back.

 “You watch you’re-“

 Grievous’ com interrupted the outburst.

 “Sir, we have captured two of the Commando’s. The other two have fled on foot. We are pursuing.” A Magna guard reported.

 “Gooooood, “Grievous drawled, “Bring them here. We will meet you on the landing platform.”

 Grievous turned to the Trandoshan leader.

 “It would be wise to prepare your transports. Your quarry will be here soon.”

 Without a word, the leader briskly gestures to two of his men and they dash out of the room.

 “They better be worth the slaves we’re providing you.” The leader hissed.

 “They will be.” Grievous said, before heading out into the light rain.

 Meanwhile, up on the mountain, Ulysses and Jumper stood, surrounded by mangle Magna guards and Trandoshan bodies. Their breath came in short, fast gasps until their healthy bodies quickly recuperated. Smoke gently oozed out of their rifle barrels.

 “Grievous got Atlas and Max.” Ulysses said angrily, almost a whisper. Jumper aggressively reloaded.

 “That slimy doshing, moof-milker knew we were coming.” Jumper spat.

 “Language.” Ulysses chided. Jumper raised an eyebrow, knowing his brother couldn’t see it. While Ulysses inspected the damaged droids, Jumper reached into his med kit and pulled out a syringe. He grabbed Ulysses helmet, pulling it to the side so his neck was exposed, and shoved the syringe in.

 “ARGH! What-?” Ulysses sputtered.

 “That was to stop the bleeding…and the pain.” Jumper said, putting his gear away. Ulysses still looked at him, not understanding. Jumper sighed and pointed to Ulysses’ side. One of the Trandoshans blades must’ve slipped under his armor. The concoction Jumper just gave him would stave off the bleeding until they could get to a read medical facility.

 “Didn’t notice.” Ulysses said.

 “I know.” Jumper replied. Despite being genetically the same, Ulysses had an abnormally high pain tolerance.

 They finished loading their weapons.

 “Let’s go get those sons of Bantha’s.” He said. He could almost feel Ulysses smirk. They head through the trees towards the base.

 On the bases landing platform, Atlas and Max were dragged handcuffed, then thrown to their knees at Grievous’ feet. The Trandoshan leader waited greedily at the entrance of his base, not caring to go out into the rain until he had to. Grievous towered over the two Commando’s on the ground.

 “Tell me, where are the other two?” Grievous asked, almost in a pleasant manner. The two Commando’s stayed silent.

 “We know they are out there. Save yourselves some pain and give us their locations.” Grievous said, trying again. Again, the Commando’s stayed silent. The Trandoshan leader looked concerned. Pain usually meant injury or death and injured prey did not put up a good hunt. Worse, dead prey put up no hunt at all. Still, he didn’t say anything. Not yet.

 “Very well. If we can’t go to them, we’ll make them come to us.” Grievous said. He aggressively backhanded Max onto the ground. Max grunted as his head was knocked around his helmet. Atlas tried to stand, but the Magna guards electrocuted him back to his knees. Through his visor, Atlas glared at Grievous.

 “What are you doing? I need them alive!” The Trandoshan leader finally said, stepping into the rain. Grievous grabbed Max’s chest plate, lifting him one armed to look him in the face.

 “And they will be. But, if you want the whole package, I will have to damage some of the…goods.” Grievous said, almost purring. Violently, he slammed Max into the ground. Max gasped as the air left his lungs. Grievous pulled out one of his many lightsabers, ignited it and drove it into Max’s thigh. A strangled scream escaped Max’s throat. Atlas jumped up and leapt at Grievous.

 “You skug!” He bellowed. The Trandoshan leader quickly pulled out the handcuff controls and tased Atlas sending white hot pain through his body, holding the button until Atlas was frozen on his knees. Two Trandoshan guards quickly grabbed hold of the Commando, holding him down after the pain stopped.

 Grievous was unmoved by the commotion. He scanned the forest for life signs.

 “Come out, come out, wherever you are.” He said, mostly to himself. At this, Grievous stepped on Max’s injury. Max tries to hold in a scream, but Grievous presses down until Max couldn’t hold it back and the full scream ripped through his throat. His own voice vibrated through his helmet. The burning in his leg was the only thing he could think of. He couldn’t even hear Grievous’ cackles of metalic laughter.

 Max’s screams carried through the forest to Jumper and Ulysses angry ears. They bristled, hearing their brother being tortured. The base was just insight. They saw it all. It is everything they can do to not rush down there to their brother’s aid, but they both know that’s what Grievous wants.

 “I’m going to rip that clankers faceplate off and use it to pry his guts out of his living carcass.” Jumper hissed.

 “Get in line.” Ulysses said.

 They sneak through the trees for a better view of the base. Ulysses took care to add sensors behind them as they went. Crouching above the base, in some bushes, the two scope the scene. Below them, Grievous hits Max again, causing their brother to crumple in on himself. Ulysses suppresses a growl as hot anger flushes his cheeks. He toys with the violent ideas he often had about his enemies. These were more aggressive than most as his brother lay on the ground.

 “The longer we’re here, the more he’s gonna hurt Max.” Jumper whispered, jolting Ulysses out of his daydream. Behind him, a rock jutted out, briefly sheltering them from the rain. Ulysses glanced up at it, then back at the base. On the opposite side of the base, a nest of small transport pads were neatly parked. Grinning, Ulysses pulled out a grenade.

 “I have an idea.” He said softly. Jumper looked at him and Ulysses could feel him raise an eyebrow.

 “Will I be comfortable with it?” Jumper asked.

 “No.” Ulysses replied easily. There was a pause.

 “Will it save them?”

 “Yes.”

 Jumper thought about it and looked down at the platform. He trusted his brother. No one ever suspected it because Ulysses was so quiet and violent, but Ulysses was probably the smartest clone Jumper had ever known. He had been thrilled when Ulysses had been put on the Tech track instead of the Demolition track back on Kamino.

 “What do you need?” Jumper said.

 “I need you to get Max, while I get us a ride.” Ulysses said, pointing to the helipads. Jumper grinned, having an idea of what Ulysses was planning. A clean, silent getaway. Distract and get out. Honestly, cleaner than a lot of Ulysses’ plans.

 “Wait for the boom, then attack.” Ulysses said, jumping up and running off.

 “Wait, boom?” Jumper asked. On second thought, this sounded about right. One of the sensors that Ulysses put in the trees went off. Without really thinking about it, Jumper turned, aimed, and fired, blasting the Trandoshan right in the head.

 “Watch your back Vod.” Jumper mumbled quietly.

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     Max’s ribs felt like shards of glass with every inhale. He knew he’d broken a few. Even through his thick Commando armor. He could vaguely hear Grievous taunting them, somewhere in the distance. Softly he groaned as his vision blurred. His head pounded. The weight of Grievous’ foot lifted off his chest. Max gasped, his vision cleared, except a few black dots at the edges of his vision. His ribs were like shards as he breathed in deeply. He hadn’t been this wrecked since the last time he’d been this wrecked. Above him Grievous looked to the tree line above them.

 “They are taking longer than I thought.” He muttered. Menacingly, he stalked up to Atlas.

 “Maybe the legendary bond between your kind isn’t as strong as we thought.” Grievous mocked. Atlas clenched his fist. Max could feel the icy stare of his brother. Max wanted to yell at Atlas not to take on Grievous. Then they’d both be in the same situation Max was. What help would they be to the other two if him and Atlas couldn’t move?

 Atlas straightened and leaned into Grievous’ stare, but thankfully, the Trandoshan Leader interrupted the stare off.

 “I hope you intend to pay us back if this one doesn’t give us a good hunt!” He growled, gesturing to Max, crumpled on the ground. Max weakly rolled his eyes. Yeah, that wasn’t insulting or anything.

 “I…I could take you on…any day…you chuff sucking leech.” Max said, just barely loud enough to hear. He could almost audibly hear the eye roll that followed from Atlas. Any day he could get a massive eyeroll out of Atlas was a good day…Which was most days.

 “Why you filthy little-” The Trandoshan leader stepped towards Max.

 “Now, now. I thought you said you wanted me to pay you back if he didn’t give a good fight. I assure you if you do that, he won’t put up a good hunt.” Grievous said. The Trandoshan leader stopped and eyed Max.

 “Besides, these ones are equipped with bacta processing, which as you noticed, I have plenty of bacta in my ship. I will give you a case when we capture the other 2. They can heal on the way to Trandosha…Unless you do something…Unnecessary sooner.” Grievous said. The Trandoshan leader huffed and crossed his arms.

 Just then an explosion rocked the platform from the other side of the outpost.

 “Here they come. I hope you’re ready for a sample hunt.” Grievous said. The Trandoshan leader grinned at him wickedly.

 “Of course we are! You four, come with me!” He said. The Trandoshans ran into the base. Grievous didn’t move. He didn’t even drop his cape. Instead he had his Magna Guards replace the Trandoshans as the guards around the commandos.

 “You’re not coming?” The leader asked.

 “I’m not inclined to leave our investment alone.” He said. The Trandoshan leader nodded, then charged into the building. Grievous turned to Atlas.

 “Not when this is clearly a diversion.” Grievous whispered. Atlas growled at him. Grievous whipped away and called for the Trandoshan prison transport to be flown down.

 “You two,” Grievous said, pointing at the only two remaining Trandoshans, “Get the prisoners ready for transport.”

 A droid popper bounced across the platform and came to a stop underneath the nearest Magna guard’s feet. Max grinned weakly. The poppers exploded, zapping the two closest Magna guards, sizzling their metallic bodies. A blaster bolts streak across the platform and finished them off. Without hesitation, Atlas grabbed the staff of the nearest, distracted guard, snatching it and shoving it through the guards chest plate. Before Atlas could do much else, Grievous snatches up the handcuff remote and electrocutes Atlas. Atlas let out a strangled scream and fell to his knees. A blaster bolt knocked the remote out of Grievous’ hand. Atlas gasped and slouched. Blaster bolts struck around Grievous’ feet and he ignited his sabers, snarling with delight.

 Max watched with blurry vison as Jumper leapt from behind some supply boxes at the far end of the platform. Jumper ducked and dodged, taking out the remaining Trandoshans before they could get to him. Max tried to sit up, but black spots darkened his vision and a metallic taste coated his tongue. He groaned and dropped his head. Hands gripped his shoulders roughly and started dragging Max to the edge of the platform.

 “…Atlas.” Max whispered.

 “I got you.” Atlas said back quietly. His cuffs were still smoking from whatever laser blast had cut them in half. Atlas gently rests Max behind some supply boxes. Quickly, he takes out the Magna guards closest to Jumper, blasting them away with the Trandoshans shot gun. At the sight of the Magna guards being shredded, Atlas looks at the shotgun with admiration.

 “Ugh…get a room.” Max said.

 “I’d like to see you shoot this weapon and not look at it with love.” Atlas retorted.

 “…Touché.” Max said. Atlas gestured at Jumper, who leapt across the platform. Him and Atlas switch places. Atlas leaps out from behind the crate, throwing a grenade at Grievous as he does so. Grievous shields himself as the grenade blinds him. Atlas isn’t far behind and jumps through the smoke, planting his foot firmly on Grievous and launching him off the platform. Jumper turns towards the delirious and bleeding form of Max.

 “Hey kiddo, you’re gonna be okay. This is for the pain…and this is bacta.” Jumper said, jamming a syringe into the port in Max’s suit design for that purpose. Max grunts as it pinches, then relaxes as a cool wave of relief spreads over his body.

 “I knew you…couldn’t live without me…” Max chuckled.

 “No, it’s just too much trouble to replace you.” Jumper replied evenly.

 There was a pause.

 “Cool.” Max said, in too much pain to think of anything smarter. The pain meds made him drowsy.

 “This is Ursa squad. Mission when south. We need immediate evac.” Jumper said over his com.

 “Understood. Sending evac now. Be ready to get out of there.” The person on the other line replied. A ship descended above them. It didn’t look like a Republic ship. Next to him, Jumper swore. It was the Trandoshan prison ship.

 “We’ll be ready.” Jumper said. Trandoshans start unloading from the ship. Atlas whirls around.

 “Seriously! Where is Ulysses?” He shouts.

 Another big boom rocks the platform. Still trailing fire from the blast, Ulysses flies above on a helipad.

 “Get on Nerf Herders.” Ulysses says, flying just low enough for the rest of them to load on. Max groans as they move him onto the flying transport. A spray of blaster bolts fly by them as they speed away. The transport wobbles as a bolt hits them.

 “Please tell me your plan involved more than just one boom.” Atlas said, firing back at the Magna Guards and Trandoshan reinforcements.

 “Heh heh…yup.” Ulysses said. He held up a detonator and pressed the button. The base of the ledge of rock Jumper had noticed earlier exploded. It tumbled down the clifface and smashed into the platform, rocking it and crushing the Trandoshan prison ship. The ship explodes and knocks off Grievous’ ship, scattering bacta pacts everywhere. Both ships go tumbling down into the grey mist below, leaving the unsteady platform in flames.

 From below the platform, Grievous hung, watching his ship fall into the abyss. He eyed the Ursa’s. He swung lithely underneath the platform, quickly getting to the other side before crawling onto the top of the platform. He eyed the Ursa’s, then launched himself at them. He snagged the back of the transportation platform, grabbing the handrails for support. The platform tilts back, Jumper stumbles and tumbles off the back, barely grabbing hold with one hand. Grievous steadied himself, then stalked towards the front, knocking Atlas aside. Ulysses stood at the helm, with Max laying at his feet. Ulysses pulled his blaster and aimed at Grievous. Grievous grabbed it and pointed it up just as Ulysses fired. Grievous slammed his metal faceplate down on Ulysses forehead. The Commando’s head jerked back. He grunted and stumbled back. Grievous reached for the helm. Ulysses kicked out, slamming his heel into Grievous’ knee. Grievous roared and grabbed Ulysses by the neck, lifting him off his feet. With a look of hatred, Grievous threw Ulysses off the platform.

 Without even a chuckle, Grievous stepped over Max to the helm. Just as he reached it, Atlas and Jumper attack him, wrenching him away from the steering. Max watched weakly as his brothers fight the General. There’s a tangle of metal arms and armored fists. Each brother struck blows while the other keeps Grievous from his sabers. But, Grievous separated his arms, going from two arms to four. He quickly pinned down the two Commandos, pressing his claws to their faceplates and their helmets to the floor. With his free hands, he draws his sabers and ignites them. Their hot plasma sizzled in the cold rain. Panic built in Max’s chest. From below, he can see Ulysses hanging on with his grappling hook, slowly making his way back up. But he’s going too slow. With agonizing slowness, Max grabbed his thigh pistol. Grievous raised his sabers. With one trembling arm, Max took aim. He pulled the trigger. The blast nailed Grievous in the shoulder. Grievous roared. Another shot hit him in the hip. Grievous crouched down and came at Max like an angry metal spider. Dread knotted in Max’s stomach. He fired frantically at the furious creature coming at him. It dodged and was soon on top of him, knocking his weapon out of his hand. It stared at him, burning hatred filling those awful yellow eyes.

 “Ursa’s, this is Captain Jack, we see you and are headed your way.” The com above them blinks. Help is on the way. Atlas tried to get up, but Jumper beat him to it, flinging himself on Grievous. Without effort, Grievous caught him and threw him over the side, not watching long enough to see that he was caught be Ulysses.

 “Get clear of General Grievous. We have the tractor beam ready for you.” The coms call again.

 Now, Grievous laughed.

 “It’s too bad the Trandoshans won’t get the chance to hunt you like the vermin you are.”

 Grievous raised his lightsabers.

 “You are DOOMED.” He bellowed. Max winced and closed his eyes. But the blow didn’t come. Instead, the sound of another light saber igniting caused Max to look up. Lightsabers crisscrossed just above him. Two were Grievous’. The other was by Atlas, blocking the Generals blow. Behind them, Ulysses and Jumper grabbed on to the platform and began climbing on.

 “Hurry! Separatist reinforcements just entered orbit. We can’t hold them off long!” The coms beeped.

 “Scum!” Grievous shrieked. He slammed down his sabers on Atlas. Barely, Atlas blocked. Grievous swung his sabers and blinding speed as Atlas jumped, ducked and blocked in barely controlled chaos. Grievous slammed them both down on top of Atlas. Atlas barely managed to stop the force of the blow, slowly forcing him back towards Max.

 “Now, you die.” Grievous whispered. Faster than Atlas could react, the General whipped one saber back, then jammed it into Atlas’ torso.

 “No!”

 Max wasn’t sure which brother cried it, or if all of them did.

 “The cripple is next!” Grievous laughed. Atlas looks back at Max. Atlas firmly grabbed Grievous’ wrist, keeping them to his torso.

 “If I’m going, you’re coming with me.” Atlas growled. Keeping Grievous’ hands firmly trapped, Atlas forced him to the edge.

 “Ret’urcye mhi, vode.” Atlas said, before wrapping his arms around Grievous and launching them both off the transport, falling into the fog below.

 Without hesitation, Jumper leapt off of the transport after them, but just as he did, the tractor beam caught them, freezing Jumper in midair.

 Panic filled Ulysses as he watched his brother disappear into the fog. He had been one second away from following Jumper off the transport. In the longest moment ever, they were hauled up into the Republic vessel. Max was immediately put on a stretcher. In a haze Ulysses and Jumper fight to jump back out through the open door. No plan, just desperate to get their brother and leader back.

 The transport door closed.

 Ulysses raced to the nearest window for any glimpse of Atlas. The ship speeds away.

 Hot fury boiled in Ulysses chest. He stormed into the cockpit.

 “Turn us around.” He said quietly. A commanding officer, steps in front of him.

 “We cannot do that. Our forces are being overrun. If we don’t leave now we-“

 “I don’t care. Turn this ship around. Now.” Ulysses said, more forcefully.

 “We cannot afford to-“

 Ulysses grabbed the man by the collar, interrupting him, and slammed him into the wall.

 “Turn. Us. Around.” He whispered in the man’s ear. The man looks both terrified and sad.

 “There’s no point. He’s dead. I watched.” He said. Resisting the urge to snap the man’s neck right then and there, Ulysses threw the man down behind him. He stalked towards the pilot.

 “If you won’t turn this ship around, I will.”

 The door opens again behind them and Jumper walked in.

 “Oh good! You! Talk some sense into your teammate!” The commander called to Jumper as he got up.

 Jumper surveyed the scene and Ulysses made eye contact. Jumper turned to the commander and shrugged.

 “No brother left behind,” He said, then turned back to Ulysses, “Do it.”

 With a curt nod, Ulysses turned to the pilot and yanked him out of the seat.

 “Guards!” The commander called. The commander stepped toward Jumper. Smoothy, Jumper pressed his elbow into the commander’s throat and pinned him to the wall. Then a crackling pain shot through his body, freezing his limbs. A cold numbness spread through him and Jumper crumpled to the floor. Ulysses leapt across the cockpit at the guards who had stunned his brother. But before he could get there, the commander pressed his blaster into Ulysses side and pulled the trigger. The crackling pain shot through Ulysses and he convulsed and his knees buckled. He collapsed to the floor as the cold numbness spread through his body. Blackness overtook him as he lay on the floor. The last thing he heard was the sound of his own heart, and the faint memory cry of Atlas as he was ran through.

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   A dull ache pulsed through Atlas’ body. The rain had turned to snow which had been stained with the mud, the bacta, and the blood of the fight minutes earlier. Atlas groans. The sound jarred his ears. He tried to breath in, but a burning pain in his stomach stopped him. Next to him, a bacta injection lay in the snow. Several of them scattered over the snow where they had fallen from General Grievous’ ship.

 Atlas took a quivering breath. He could feel his life force leaving him. Weakly, he reached for the bacta and injected it. A small relief. There was another one nearby. Again, he reached for that and injected it. Slowly, a warmth slowly spread in his fingers. But, he was still on the edge. He needed more, but there weren’t anymore nearby.

 Slowly, Atlas propped himself up on his elbows. Hot blood dripped down his forehead and off his nose onto the inside of his visor. Grievous’ ship was nearby. If he could get to that, he could get more bacta and maybe call for help. He crawled, painfully through the snow, one inch at a time. One last bacta injection was enough for him to feel his strength slowly returning. He made the mistake of trying to stand. His vision blurred and spots danced in front of him. Pain ripped through his abdomen and he collapsed. He didn’t hear the footsteps approaching.

 “He’s still alive.” A gravelly voice said.

 “He’s one of those commandos. He would fetch a high price on the Zygerian slave market.” A second slithering voice said.

 “Or a good hunt….If he lives.” The first said. A figure crouched down into Atlas’ vision. A Trandoshan.

 “Well, we better get going before Count Dooku gets here.” It said.

 “Or Grievous wakes up,” the second one said, “Come on big boy, you’re coming with us.”

 The Tradoshan slammed the butt of his rifle down on Atlas’ head. Atlas’ vision flashed white, then went black.

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[fuurin-senpai]

long and not-well-organised notes about a twins!Eggsy&Teddy AU

So my hc for Teddy is that he’s attracted to violence – the more uninhibited, the more it appeals to him. But Eggsy is attracted to power – controlled power, exerted with reason. It doesn’t need to be the best of reasons (cough Harry beating up a bunch of thugs coz he felt like it) but there has to be some form of reason, unlike Dean’s unreasonable anger.

Teddy likes unrestrained, unleashed power.

Eggsy likes channeled, controlled power.

Teddy really doesn’t put up with Dean’s shit very well, keeps getting into fights but is terribly outnumbered, etc. Eggsy has been worried about Teddy for a long time, because what people don’t realise is that Teddy is a lot more dangerous than he seems. His moral compass is skewed in a different way, and he isn’t afraid of the same things other people are.

Violence doesn’t faze him. killing doesn’t faze him.

For Eggsy, violence without reason is something he deeply hates, and killing is only fine for people who are against his moral code or in the way of a greater objective (eg. Chester King, Gazelle, Valentine, other people who got headsploded).

Teddy wouldn’t hurt someone he cares about (eg. Eggsy, Ron, Reg, Michelle). But other people… he doesn’t care much. 

I think Eggsy wants his violence to be rationalised because he doesn’t want to become what he hates/fears – and also because someone needs to be able to keep a logical head between himself and his twin, because otherwise Teddy would’ve gotten himself killed a loooong time ago, probably, or locked up.

Eggsy is probably relieved when he finds out Teddy ran into the Kray twins, and that Teddy was very taken with them, because he knows it’s just a matter of time before something big happens and Teddy gets caught up in it and/or Teddy gets sent to prison or something.

And since Teddy can’t change who he is, especially not with their current home life, it’s for the best if he can at least find people who can help him, maybe protect him, and let him be free (or at least more free than he currently is).

If Teddy gets sent to prison Eggsy would just call the number on the medal, so I suppose he is successful in keeping Teddy out of too much trouble until Teddy runs off with the Krays.

OKAY NOW WE CAN MOVE ON TO THE (rough ideas about) THE STORYLINE.

There’s a lot of shit going down post-Vday, and it looks like it mainly has to do with the Krays. Kingsman investigates, bla bla bla wtf Eggsy has a twin, bla bla bla conflicted loyalties, doubt, angst, etc. 

Eggsy is very determined to be involved with the investigation into the Krays and Kingsman kind of has to let him, because he’s their best shot at getting close. But they also keep a close eye on things.

Thing is, Kingsman doesn’t intervene unless it’s a huuuuge threat, or unless nobody else is up to the job. I mean, MI6 and Scotland Yard etc also exist, and have jobs to do. And maybe Harry isn’t back yet, but even if he is, Eggsy’s position in Kingsman is still a little shaky so Harry and Merlin can’t afford to have it look like they doubt his allegiance.

I mean, the biggest problem with undying loyalty is when you’re loyal to two sides that may come into conflict. Eggsy’s never grassed anyone up. But he is also a Kingsman agent now. What to do?

And Eggsy has a gut feeling, maybe, that there’s more to things than what appears on the surface. He did ask Teddy to promise not to get into trouble unless he can get himself out, after all, when they separated. 

Teddy wouldn’t break a promise, not to him.

Even if he is mad and sometimes capricious and he doesn’t see the world the way most people do, his brother is still his brother. 

I think there’s actually bigger fish hiding behind the Krays, making it look like the Krays are the biggest fish. (CRAYFISH HAHA)

Scotland Yard has been keeping the Krays in check for some time (not very well, but just well enough that nothing too big happens)

And like, with modern meds, maybe Ron’s doing a liiiiiiiiiiiiiittle bit better. m a y b e. He can still refuse to take them, so there’s no magical solution to any of that. It’s always going to be something they have to deal with.

So like. Eggsy contacts Teddy. maybe gets a meeting with the Krays, Hangs out for some days? 

And like. Idk. I have this idea, that instead of going as “chav”!Eggsy he goes as gentleman!Eggsy

Maybe because he knows Teddy, and Teddy knows him, and it’d be extra suspicious if he shows up in his former state.

Like – Eggsy as Teddy knew him, wouldn’t go randomly seeking out the Krays. By making it obvious that he has an agenda, but not telling the truth on what the agenda is, people are actually less suspicious, or at least not suspicious in the right directions.

I had this idea for what Eggsy’s cover story could be, and it’s basically a bunch of partial truths. I’m guessing Kingsman probably has several different aliases for the organisation itself, so Eggsy pretends he’s working for a… mercenary organisation? Which isn’t entirely untrue, since Kingsman is independent and all. He basically says killed their former leader for being a traitor so right now the organisation isn’t sure what to do with him – which is also technically kind of true.

On one hand, he did them a huge favour by exposing the treachery. On the other hand, he did that while he wasn’t a formal member or anything so he’s still an unknown in a sense, possibly a threat, but also a great asset and they don’t want to lose that (or worse, have him turn against them).

When asked about how he got recruited, Eggsy would probably give a cheeky as hell answer like… he slept with one of their members, or something along those lines.

(Harry was rather unwisely drinking tea while watching the video feed of this conversation)

Or, he says he must’ve made an ~*~impression~*~ but insinuates - quite blatantly, too - that there was sex involved. and he does it so convincingly that even Merlin looks at Harry for a moment and tries to figure out the probability of that.

And Harry is just. coughing very loudly.

ANYWAY, MOVING ON.

The Krays obviously want to test Eggsy, see what he’s made of and all that. Maybe they arrange an encounter with Dean (and thugs?). And Teddy’s all ready to go, to beat up the scum who made his earlier years unpleasant and indirectly forced him to be separated from his brother. But Eggsy steps forward, places a hand on his brother’s shoulder. Teddy looks at him for a moment, then smiles and steps back. 

Teddy steps back, Eggsy steps forward, smiling his murder smile. And Teddy’s eyes are alight, eager, almost feverish, because the first time he fell in love wasn’t with Ron, but with Eggsy. The furious, violent, ruthless Eggsy he saw during their teenage years, after Teddy nearly got killed by a large group of thugs.

But that part of Eggsy is always so deeply concealed, dormant, that he knows Eggsy can’t and won’t give him the violence he craves to watch and partake in.

Which is why he loves Eggsy, but he later went with Ron.

Okay so. Eggsy does some terrifying violence, to Dean and goons, like Vino and Ladd Russo from Baccano. Quite possibly torture too? Things that make even Merlin and Harry wince.Teddy is ecstatic, Ron is pleased and intrigued.

Teddy, watching it, feels like this is as good as / way better than sex (huehuehue)

Also, I headcanon that Eggsy, when he’s murderous AND violent, fights just like Vino - acrobatic, ruthless, graceful, vicious… because yes please. And Teddy’s usually more inclined towards Ladd Russo’s style - straight out brutality. 

Eggsy, in a non-murderous setting, fights more like Firo Prochainezo - still very agile and all, but more playful, more about having fun and using his skills than about blood and gore and violence

Eggsy, in full gentleman spy mode, is more like Luck Gandor - smiling enigmatically, calm and composed, speaking in a sophisticated manner, but far more ruthless.

He heavily emulates Harry in his gentleman spy mode, although his irreverence is more towards cheekiness and Harry’s is towards, idk, being a little shit ayyy.

Harry likes to give unpleasant surprises (aka dreadful shocks) to people he doesn’t like (cough cough “Hail Satan”).

Also uhmmmm…

After Eggsy finishes going full Vino on Dean&co, he turns and gives that same smile + head tilt he gave Gazelle after she realised she got hit by the shoe blade. Teddy’s probably going to jump on him at this point and, idk, do whatever it is that Teddy does when he’s very pleased >:3

Idk how much twincest Ron is okay with regarding Eggsy and Teddy, but… 

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(But I think ultimately the twins (Eggsy and Teddy) will still split, but it will be on amiable terms, and they’ll go with their respective boyfriends. Eggsy and Harry aren’t together yet so Harry feels conflicted but not betrayed or anything, just… wishing Eggsy could be back and with him.)

Okay so, Eggsy shows off and lets off some steam, everyone is suitably impressed, Teddy is overly impressed…….. plot stuff happens but in the end Eggsy confirms his suspicions that there’s bigger fish for Kingsman to fry and they’re using the Krays as a front because the Krays are far from squeaky-clean anyway.

And idk, maybe the real opponent is similar to Moriarty. It’ll probably end up being a situation where Kingsman has bigger fish to fry and kind of needs some help (or at least no interference) from the Krays due to still being short-handed after vday, and in the end they establish a sort of truce. if the Krays don’t go too far and maybe occasionally help Kingsman, Kingsman will leave them be?

And like. Eggsy and Teddy meet up for tea or something, on a semi-regular basis.

Also I think Eggsy will have a moment of understanding with Reg, because they’re very much in the same boat. Eggsy has been his brother’s keeper for so many years, and in a sense he still is. Reg is much the same. 

I liked how the bond between Reg and Ron was shown in the movie. like, even though Ron has done a lot of things that are driving Reg crazy, Reg still cares a lot about him, and would rather see the Firm fail than let Ron be locked up or “dealt with”.

[urbanshadowsparadise]

Reg’s Story

An addendum to the prologue in the player character’s own words

Statistics are a funny thing.  There’s something of a comfort to be gained with them-- “99% of the time that horrible thing won’t happen” or some sort of thing like that, and you go to bed 100% sure that that horrible thing won’t happen to you. The odds are just too slim for you to worry about.  Unfortunately, this means that you are woefully unprepared for when you’re in that 1%.

At the beginning of the war, I was scared of dying, but I believe I was as prepared for it as one can be.  My God would take care of me. After all, my cause was just.  I was defending my home from northern aggressors. I was confirming the God’s honest truth that, as Vice President Stephens said, “the negro is not equal to the white man.” 

That said, as the war went on, and I survived battle after battle; charge after charge, I figured that I would eventually go home again.  Even as Grant took over and Sheridan started marching us down, I believed in my heart of hearts that I would see home again. I was a Tiger of the Louisiana 9th Infantry.  I was immortal.

The Battle of Fisher’s Hill wasn’t a particularly large engagement.  Primarily we were just trying to get our asses out of dodge after we got buried in the Battle of the Opequon.  It looked like we would, too, given how strong our position was. Hell, just a few months prior in the same exact spot, the Yanks didn’t even dare advance on us. Our position was that strong.  I figured I was safe. I went to my tent 100% sure that no horrible thing would happen to me.

I was wrong.  We were flanked hard, and Gen. Lomax’s cavalry didn’t do shit.  We were soon rundown by more than 5,000 of these Yankee assholes.  Here is where that comfort that statistics give you fails you.

There were 9,500 Rebels at the Battle of Fisher’s Hill.  Only 30 lost their lives. That’s less than 1% of soldiers.  Furthermore, throughout the entirety of the Civil War, fewer than 1% of soldiers were even treated for bayonet wounds, let alone died by them.  The odds were stacked in my favor.  And yet there I was, lying in a field on Fisher’s Hill with a bayonet wound in my gut slowly dying.

Col. Peck had our regiment make up the rear guard as we retreated.  The Union Soldiers had pounced on us at first, but I don’t think they expected our troops to scatter so quickly.  They were a dog chasing a cart, and when they caught the cart they didn’t know what to do with us.

I fired off my rifle and reloaded, as I had hundreds of times in this war. Hundreds of times I fired my rifle, reloaded and was ready before anyone was able to attack me directly.  Nearly 100% of the time.  

Nearly. 

Some lanky northerner charged at me faster than I’ve ever seen a man move. Before I knew it, his long skinny arms had plunged the end of his rifle almost through me.  I tried to lift my arms and fire my rifle, but his blade was out and he was gone long before the thought even had a chance to work its way through my consciousness.

I dared not move.  The Yanks might see me and finish me off. At the same time, I feared that any additional movement would tear open what was left of my abdomen. I knew the chances of getting picked up in the field by the conquering Union troops were low, and my chances of surviving a trip back to a Yankee surgeon even lower. That’s even before their butchers would start cutting on me.  There was definitely a 100% chance I was a dead man.  

I coughed up some blood. It was hot, and filled my mouth with a viscous, earthy coating.  If I wasn’t dying, I probably would’ve called the sensation pleasant.

***

I didn’t expect to wake up-- or rather, I expected that when I did wake up, I would be in Heaven.  I expected St. Peter. What I got was Claire. 

I bolted up in my bed so fast I didn’t have time to register that I shouldn’t be able to move.  I looked down at my stomach, and though my skin was pale, no doubt from the blood loss, my stomach wound had healed with the exception of a large scar.

“Where are we?” The room was dark, but I could tell where ever we were it was expensive.  My sister always had expensive tastes.

“My apartment. In New York.”

My gaze locked with hers, “I was in Virginia when I passed out, how-” I didn’t finish my sentence because I knew how, but she obliged me with an answer anyway. 

“Remember when you called me--oh what was it--AH! I remember: ‘Satan’s whore that even Jesus would never forgive’?” she said playfully, “Well that title comes with some pretty lofty benefits, including the ability to swiftly carry your unconscious, bleeding brother from a Virginia battlefield to New York in one night.”  

“Christ Claire, you got a doctor in New York to work on a Confederate Soldier? How?” I asked, stupidly.  I’m afraid I was a bit clueless as a young man.

Her smile faded from her face and her tone changed to one I recognized from before.  It was the same tone she used when she told me she was leaving the farm for New Orleans, “Oh sweetie there aren’t any doctors.  No doctor was going to be able to help you last night with that wound.  Trust me, I know what death smells like, and you reeked of it.”

Across the room, I saw my uniform. It was torn and covered in blood and other unknown filth. It smelled of rot and decay.  It was only then, when I thought about how I was able to smell something so far away from me, that I started to piece things together.  The pale skin. The fatal wound that had healed overnight.  The blood in my ears began pounding.

“How could you do this to me?” I roared, and rushed to a mirror, faster than I ever had moved before.  There was nothing there. Of course there was nothing there. I felt stupid, terrified and furious all at the same time. Claire on the other hand, was incredibly calm.

“What else was I supposed to do Reggie, let you die? I didn’t spend 3 years saving your ass up and down the hick belt just to watch you die now when it looks like this stupid war is almost done.” I thought back to the number of close calls I had had throughout the war.  I had thought I had a guardian angel on my side. Turns out it was the opposite.

“You’ve damned me Claire. There’s no going back now, I am going straight to hell.” I crumpled to the floor in a heap, weeping like a child. 

“My life has been nothing but hard work, struggle and war.  Nothing in life has ever been mine for certain.  Not food. Not home. Not family,” the tears stung my eyes as I stared directly at Claire with that last point, “But I had been absolutely sure of one thing in my entire wretched existence and that was my salvation when I died, and now you took that too.”

I sat sobbing for what felt like an hour. In reality it was probably closer to 10 minutes before Claire finally spoke.

“I didn’t take anything from you Reggie.  I gave you the greatest gift of all.  I made you better than you ever could be.  I left you and Pa and the farm because I knew I could be better. Not just better than the n-rs in the fields, I could be better than everyone. I knew I was born to be more.  And now, so are you.” 

Before I even registered her movement she was sitting next to me on the floor.  She tried to put her arm around me, but I grabbed her wrist, “I’d rather be a dead n-r in a ditch than what you’ve made me. I hate you.”

Claire flinched at those words, but soon composed herself and stood.

“Fine, hate me all you like. You’re free to use this apartment, I have several.  I’m off to feed,” she stood at the door, “for what it’s worth, I’m proud of what you did in the war, fighting for your kind.  Just know, you’re part of a new kind now. You thought white folk were superior to n-rs? Just wait until you see how much better we are to humans. It gets easier once you realize that.”

Before leaving she added, “Oh, and be sure to get to the basement before the sun comes up. Don’t want any deadly accidents.” 

And with that, she was gone.

***

Upon reflection, I’m not particularly proud of the next portion of my life.  I dared not go home.  Pa had died when I was at war, and I didn’t want anyone I knew to see me as I was now; not that they’d recognize me.  I haven’t seen my own face since Claire turned me, but my barber assures me that it is “pretty,” which is not how I would’ve described my war honed maw before.  I did not want to live, but the fear of the certain damnation that awaited me on my death kept me from killing myself.

I had killed, certainly, but that was war.  Killing someone that wasn’t trying to kill me was a new frontier, and one I was hoping to avoid at all costs.  When the hunger became too much to bear, all I could think about were Claire’s words of advice before she left me.  I didn’t know if there was much truth to it, but I did know that I was of the superior race, and as such, I fed on the free black men of New York City.  And such was my life until 1923.

Having spent the first 23 years of my life being told what to do as both a dutiful working son and a loyal soldier, I didn’t have much of a concept of how to fill my free-time. Even then, throughout the 40 years after my turn, I still was not good at it.  

I took odd jobs at the docks out of habit to kill time, even though I didn’t need the money.  The apartment Claire provided was free and I wasn’t eating food I had to pay for.  After 20 years of this I realized I had amassed a small fortune.  Somewhere around 1912 I became interested in fashion, and that small fortune came in handy.  By 1920 I was one of the best dressed men in the city, though not many saw me as I was never out in the daytime.

You may not be surprised to learn this, but a vampire that is interested in fashion is a fairly common thing.  I think it has something to do with not being able to see ourselves in a mirror.  Since we can’t tell if our faces look good, we like to be sure that we are at least dressed well.  Additionally, as the hours my kind are able to shop in are limited, you start meeting some of these like minded vampires in the clothing boutiques around the city that cater to a late night crowd.

So it was one such vampire that implored me to go see a group led by Sydney Bechet in a club he was going to visit one night in 1923. I was not much of a music aficionado, but figured it beat another night looking at the same clothing I had seen for the past month or earning money I didn’t need down at the docks.  Imagine my surprise when I entered the club only to find that the entire band was black.

I almost walked out. I had no interest in watching these animals play their jungle music, but my friend insisted.  I ordered a very strong drink and settled in for what I assumed was going to be a disgusting primitive display.  And then a sixteen year old by the name of Johnny Hodges played.

I had never heard such music.  Somehow he was able to convey such amazing emotional complexity in such simple lines, while simultaneously making the most complicated passages seem so simple.  It was nothing short of sublime.  I sat and watched both sets, staying long past when my friend was done with the show and had retired to the streets to feed.  I stayed longer than I really should’ve stayed out at all. I’m lucky I wasn’t burnt to a crisp.  

I went home and rested, only to come back the next night, and listen to Mr. Hodges play again. It was similar but different. He was composing these solos off of the top of his head, and I couldn’t comprehend what it took to do that.  What it took to be able to hear something in your head and just, present it to the world exactly as you hear it through an instrument.  Even with my advanced instincts and senses, I didn’t see how I would possibly be able to do what this sixteen year old boy could do.  

I felt an extreme sense of shame.  I was like a bully that had been punched in the face for the first time.  I was so convinced of my superiority of race that I never even considered the possibility of genius coming from anywhere else, and yet here was Johnny Hodges giving me my comeuppance with his saxophone.

The next night I wandered the streets, hungry; looking to feed, when I spotted a young black man being followed by a gang of white men.  I knew what would happen next, I am ashamed, now, to say that before I might have lingered to finish the job once those men had gone.  I won’t bore you with the details of what happened next, but suffice it to say-I fed well that night.

The next evening, I arranged for someone to go to one of the shops on musician’s row.  The week after, I had waiting for me, a brand new Buescher Tru-Tone alto saxophone, special ordered such that any semblance of silver plating was removed from the horn.  I had the time, so now I needed to see if I could catch Mr. Hodges. I never have, but I’m still trying.