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highinmiamiii · 2 months ago
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NO FEELINGS - ch. 1
a billy butcher x reader story
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years after a wild love in 90s London, Butcher runs into his past flame at that same grimy Nevada steakhouse he’d told Hughie about. Where he’d wanted to go with Len since they were lads. Tension, unspoken history, and unresolved feelings simmer as both grapple with what they've become.
(A/N): this is just a short little vague introduction. feedback is appreciated as always—let me know what you think! and if you’d like to be added to the taglist, just drop a comment. thank you for the support, i cannot wait to get really started on this. prelude chapter set in 90s london soon…
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Butcher slid into the worn leather booth of the topless steakhouse, the place he’d told Hughie about. The one he’d always wanted to visit with Lenny. He wasn't sure what drove him here now, maybe the weight of unfinished promises, or the itch of an unfinished life, maybe a celebration for finally having the key to end this all. Kessler—his ever-present darker conscience—sneered from across the table, leaning back like he owned the place.
“Celebratin', are we? Makin’ a toast to not being a dead man... yet?" Kessler’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “Maybe crack a cold one open to that virus, eh? Damn good reason to have a drink.”
Butcher ignored him, waving down the waitress instead. The place smelled of grease, burnt meat, and the faint, familiar scent of desperation—Nevada in all its glory. The steakhouse was a dive. Dim lights, gaudy neon signs, waitresses in barely-there outfits serving patrons who barely looked alive. It felt appropriate, a place where he could fade into the noise and booze.
His mind kept drifting back to Lenny, to the promises they made as boys. But Lenny was long gone, and Butcher was still here. Breathing. Existing. Barely.
“What’s the point, mate?” Kessler drawled, a smug grin tugging at his lip. “You’ve come this far, might as well end it on a high note. Wipe ‘em all out—‘every last one’ like ya said, whoever’s left. Ain’t no room for savin’ the day, Billy. That ain’t you.”
Butcher lit a cigarette, ignoring the imaginary weight of Kessler's presence. He hadn’t come to make decisions tonight—he just needed a moment to exist outside the war he was fighting, the war inside himself.
That’s when the waitress appeared. He barely looked up from his drink as she spoke. A raspy, tired voice offered him a menu, but it wasn’t her voice that caught him—it was the ink on her arm.
There, on her inner upper arm, was a faded “Never Mind the Bollocks” tattoo. The same damn Sex Pistols tattoo he’d drunkenly convinced the girl who he’d thought would be the love of his life to get years ago in London.
The memories hit him like a punch in the gut.
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🇬🇧 London, 1990s 🇬🇧
They’d met at some dive punk show, a dingy pub filled with misfits, and she had been the loudest voice in the room. She wasn’t British, that much was clear. Her accent, her defiance—everything about her screamed rebellion. She’d saved for years just to get to London, to live the life she’d always dreamed of. But the reality was different. Money was tighter, dreams crumbled under the weight of the city’s indifference, and the romantic notion of freedom faded with every job rejection and overpriced rent.
Butcher had been drawn to her fire—an American girl with grungy style and stubborn resolve. She reminded him of himself. Bold. Fearless. But unlike him, she still had a dream. That dream had kept her going.
They’d spent nights stumbling through the streets of Camden, getting drunk on cheap lager, ranting about the world’s injustices. And then one night, after too many drinks and too many laughs, he’d dragged her to a tattoo parlor.
“Go on then, love, don’t be a priss, get the ink. Bollocks to it,” he’d slurred. And she had. The tattoo was a reminder of their wild nights, of a time when the world felt theirs to conquer.
But then Lenny had died. His world crumbled. Butcher became a ghost of himself. He stopped answering her calls. Stopped showing up. Not because he didn’t love her—but because the weight of grief suffocated any connection he’d had to the world, to her. Seasons faded, savings ran out, friend groups grew apart and suddenly she was back in the states, no sign of his presence or existence in sight but the small reminder of what they had, or rather, what could’ve been, on her left arm.
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He looked up at her now, and something in his chest tightened. She didn’t recognize him—not immediately. He looked different. Older. Weathered. And she? She’d aged too, but there was still a flicker of that fire behind her eyes, dulled perhaps, but not gone.
Butcher felt Kessler smirking at him from across the table, his voice low and mocking. “Well, well... Looks like fate’s a real bastard, huh? Fancy seeing her here. What’s next, a reunion? Gonna sweep her off her feet again? You ain’t that guy anymore, Billy. We both know it”
He wasn’t. He couldn’t be.
The waitress set his drink down, her expression neutral, maybe a little bored. But her eyes lingered on him for a second too long. Butcher’s gut twisted. Did she know? Or was it just a flicker of memory, a hint of recognition buried beneath the years?
He offered her a smirk. “Nice ink.”
she cocks her head back, taking a long deep breath, knowing he’s likely noticed by now as much as she didn’t want him to. she’d spent so long trying to erase him from my memory, she felt so foolish for letting myself fall so deeply in love with him all those years ago. she rests her hand on her hip and adjust the very thin white tank top they had her working in, thank god no one had tipped me enough to take it off yet, this place was fucking dehumanizing. even more embarrassing to see butcher here after all these years, she never thought she’d see him again, thought they’d be separated by continent for the rest of time. Her eyes flashed, but she didn’t bite. “Old mistake,” she said, her voice clipped, as if daring him to say more.
“Looks like she remembers,” Kessler snickered in his head.
Butcher leaned back, taking a slow drag from his cigarette. “Aren’t we all just walkin’ mistakes?” He said with a deep sigh.
She didn’t answer, just shot him a look—a look with all the bitter undertones he deserved. But she didn’t say a word, and as she walked away, he could feel the weight of the past settling in the pit of his stomach.
“Last thing she wants is to hear from you again man” Kessler’s voice taunted in his ear.
Maybe. But for the first time in years, Butcher wasn’t sure he wanted to.
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She walked away, heart pounding. She knew. God, she knew the moment she saw him. Those goddamn eyes and stupid cocky wide smirk she’d fallen for all those years ago. The snarky demeanor that kept her going until one day he was gone. The way his eyes widened when he saw the tattoo was a dead giveaway, but it was the way he carried himself—the same stoicism, the same haunted look behind those eyes. Billy Butcher, of course. Great.
She’d spent years trying to forget. And now here he was, like some ghost from the past, sitting in the sleaziest steakhouse in Nevada, looking like death warmed over. Part of her wanted to slap him, to scream at him for leaving, for abandoning her without a word after Lenny’s death. But she knew she had gotten too attached. It’d been what, a year together? How dumb of her to think or believe that it would’ve ever been more than a fling. She had to come back to America eventually, they both knew the jig would be up soon, she just hadn’t expected it to end so abruptly.
So instead, she swallowed the lump in her throat, wiped the grimy table next to his, and said nothing.
This wasn’t London. She wasn’t the girl she used to be. She’d been young, stupid, and hopelessly in love. Now she was just... tired. Working for tips in a place that smelled like old beer and regret, serving men who didn’t care enough to look her in the eye. This was what her life had come to. And seeing Butcher again only twisted the knife deeper.
But no. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he’d hurt her. Not yet. Not ever.
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Butcher watched her walk away, a strange heaviness settling over him. The memories of London were sharp, but the reality in front of him was sharper. She’d changed. So had he.
“So what now?” Kessler whispered. “Stick around? See if you can fuck things up again? You’re real good at that, ain’t ya?”
Maybe. But something in him, something deep and stubborn, made him want to stay. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was something worse. Whatever it was, Butcher wasn’t leaving Nevada. Not yet.
He crushed his cigarette in the ashtray, his eyes following her as she disappeared into the back. Whatever had brought him here tonight—fate, coincidence, or just bad fucking luck—he wasn’t walking away from it.
Not this time.
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bluemerakis · 1 month ago
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POV:
You’re dating Karl Urban and the two of you go on holiday with some friends to a farm/ranch and post lots of pictures about the whole experience while simultaneously hard-launching your relationship.
This was SO fun to do ahhh 😭❤️ all credits to my bby @gibson-g1rl for being such a massive inspiration to make a SMAU. Enjoy your cameos 😭😭
All likes and reblogs greatly appreciated! Enjoy it my lovelies <3
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karlurban some days you just gotta take a last minute trip with your mates , cheers !
Yeehaw here we come 🤠
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youruser lover ❤️
karlurban @/youruser oi love ! ❤️❤️
theboysfanpage @/youruser LOVER???
jensenackles sweet!
jeffreydeanmorgan you two deserve some time away…. enjoy the views and horse shit xxxx
jdmsarchive @/jeffreydeanmorgan y’all isn’t this man so dreamy and poetic 😭
jacklesdaily @/jdmsarchive we love a vulgar poet 😍
karlurbanssock IM CRYING WHO IS THIS GIRL WITH MY MAN???!
gibson-g1rl @/karlurbanssock girl which asylum worker gave you a phone lmfao?
youruser @/gibson-g1rl PLS 😭😭
randomfanpage I feel sick so sick rn 🫠 karl sweety how could you do this to us???
fangirl10101 this is so cute omg 😭❤️❤️
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Youruser road trips, songs and kisses! So blessed to go on a rendezvous with my fav people
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gibson-g1rl girl why didn’t you invite me???
Youruser @/gibson-g1rl not my fault you and J had something going on 🙄 (hoes before bros boo!)
karlurban ❤️🙏🏽
youruser @/karlurban can’t believe you gave me the finger 🙄
karlurban @/youruser don’t I always ? 😉
karlsgirl29 @/karlurban AYOOO?
internetitgirl17 OMG YOU AND DAD KARL???!!
youruser @/internetgirl17 somebody has to keep his bed warm 🤭
wehearturban @/youruser um that was supposed to be me 😑
gibson-g1rl @/wehearturban um in your dreams maybe?? go touch some grass 🤣🤣
randomfangirl10101 we lost y’all 😔💔💔 his gf is so gorgeous though 😍
randomblogger the damn shirt pic 😩😩😩 keep us fed girl!!!
karlslady omg I found her insta @/bestieboo
bestieboo @/karlslady she’s stunning wtf
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karlurban first night spent around the fire 🔥 got a few good stories goin and snuck in a bit of a dance… I love these fellas ❤️
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youruser this man has moves y’all
karlurban @/youruser you reckon I should start a class ? 👀
cutiepie163 @/karlurban I VOLUNTEER! I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE
jeffreydeanmorgan man… seems like a heck of a fun time, enjoy it brother! xxxx
karlurban @/jeffreydeanmorgan sipping a chilly beer for the both of us ! 🍻🙏🏽
internetitgirl17 God I see what you’ve done for others 😭😭😭
randomuser1199 @/internetitgirl17 punching air rn
pinkheartslover oh to be y/n dancing with Karl Urban around a fire…
randomgirl THE FOURTH PIC HELLO??? 💔💔💔
wehearturban I wanna be part of this friend group so bad sigh
kissmekarl @/wehearturban omg I wish ☹️☹️
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youruser fed the horses first thing in the morning then went out for a sunrise ride 😍
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certifiedbundleofsticks all those horses holy shit!!! I hope you’re having a great time :]
youruser @/certifiedbundleofsticks ily ❤️❤️
mamilover12 saddle me next 😩
hellosunshine588 @/mamilover12 I BEG YOUR FINEST PARDON? 😭😭
jensenackles horse
gibson-g1rl @/jensenackles great observation dumbass 😭
jensenackles @/gibson-g1rl smartass hater ❤️
randomfan you’re so cool
pleasekarlnoticeme the 8th pic… 😍😍😍 so romantic!
randomblogger I need to be that hay bale in the first pic
karlurbanfangirl I can neigh…
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karlurban what a day ! 🥵 Lugged around some hay bales before a long ride through the bushes with my girl… ended the day all dirty and sweaty before having a good grill 🔥🍖
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youruser third pic aye papi 🤭
karlurban @/youruser 🥵🥵🥵
wehearturban @/karlurban I HAVE A TOWEL
pinkmissus @/wehearturban girl he doesn’t want you
jeffreydeanmorgan pulled out the good ol’ grill 😎 love to see it man xxx
karlurban @/jeffreydeanmorgan cheers, been too long ! 🔥🍻 y/n enjoyed it a lot .
internetitgirl17 omg the first pic is so cute ❤️ LOVE LOVE LOVE!
youruser @/internetitgirl17 😘😘😘
ilovedilfs082 I need them both
randomblogger crying this post is so cute but I’m so heartbroken 🥲
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youruser some personal time with my lover man, his board and the fluffy best friend ❤️
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karlurban killed those diabolical waves 😎🌊🏄
youruser @/karlurban and they almost killed you back 😭😭
karlurban @/youruser oi ! Not a word about that…
jeffreydeanmorgan looks awesome out there… sendin love to you both xxx cute dog
youruser @/jeffreydeanmorgan lots of love Jeff! ❤️
gibson-g1rl a whole jacuzzi out there?? 😭
youruser @/gibson-g1rl found an affordable day resort and decided to give it a try 😝
gibson-g1rl @/youruser cesspool of bacteria yum 😍
youruser @/gibson-g1rl i hate you 😭😭
certifiedbundleofsticks oooo so fun!!!
youruser @/certifiedbundleofsticks mwah ily
random_chick3 I wanna be her
karlsgirliepop crying rn
hermuse @/karlsgirliepop same 💔
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Not proofread! Apologies for any errors. I scrambled to get this out as I have a big trip tomorrow and need to go to bed LMAO
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hoodlander · 3 months ago
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Okay, stay with me here…but…
Billy Butcher as a Vought Supe, Vaako style.
See comments for some world-building and Butchlander. Read last to first 😙
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peachyxxkeens · 5 months ago
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Nobody talk to me.......
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thecrackshipdiaries · 4 months ago
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Dakota Johnson and Karl Urban
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middleearthpixie · 1 year ago
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Here I come bringing my obsession your Ask Box!
AUgust Mashup:
Eomer + Enemies to Lovers + “I didn’t know you cared.”
No pressure: Please and thank you! <3
Ahhhh... I know this took me FOREVER, but here you go (and you should know, this is my very first time ever writing Éomer, so I really hope I got him right!)
I hope you like it! 💜💜💜
Fair Enough
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Trope: AUgust Mashup Enemies to Lovers
Quote: “I didn’t know you cared…”
Pairings: Éomer x fem!reader
Warnings: None. Just fluffy fluff
Rating: G
Word Count: 4.6k
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“Isn’t there some way we could just—you know—knock him from his saddle?”
You bit back a smile at Cynewyn’s suggestion, although it did have merit, and tried instead to focus on the plate you were drying. “The trouble with that would be, we might spook his horse and if it was injured, we’d never forgive us, would we?”
“Well, no. I don’t suppose we would. But, the horse might be just fine. Only Éomer would get no less than he deserves.”
“True, but it’s a risk I’d rather not take. The last thing either us or papa needs is to to pay for replacing his horse.”
“It would be no less than he deserves as well, the snake. I’d like to throw a rock at him right now.”
“Makes two of us, but again—” 
“I know,” Cynewyn sighed, “it’s a risk you’d rather not take.”
“Exactly.” You smiled at your older sister. “We can only hope that one day, he gets his and that we are lucky enough to witness it.”
“Which is not going to happen.” Cynewyn went quiet as she dunked another plate into the washbasin. “Still, why would he do that to you, anyway? What was the point?”
You shrugged, taking the plate to wipe dry. “To make sport of me, I suppose. After all, isn’t it funny when a man pretends he’s interested in you and then when you show up at your agreed upon meeting place, he’s nowhere to be found? And isn’t it funny when he and his friends were just outside of the pub, giggling like children, is just so amusing?”
“Men? Bah! They are but boys. Big boys, but boys just the same.” She passed you another plate.
You said nothing, but dried the plate and then slid it onto its shelf in the cupboard, atop the small stack you’d already dried. In the time it took you to do that, Éomer had moved on down the road that ran before the kitchen windows of your family’s small stone cottage. You should have known he’d been sporting with you when he asked you to meet him at the coffeehouse the previous week. Until that morning, he didn't seem to know you were alive. It was only too bad you could not say the same, because not only did you most definitely know he was alive, you thought he was the most perfect man alive. That afternoon, however, he toppled from that pedestal and shattered at its base as far as you were concerned. 
Of course, that didn't mean his thoughtless actions didn't hurt. Because they did. They most definitely did. 
But, you’d not think about what happened any longer. He’d gotten a good laugh at your expense, but you would rise above it. You had no other choice, really. He was the king’s nephew and you were… well…
You were nobody, really. 
A depressing thought.
You finished drying the dishes and left your sister to whatever it was she was doing. You shared a room and night after night, you would stretch out on your bed and try to read whilst she went through her seemingly bottomless supply of fabric for whatever gown she was going to try to copy from whichever lady she saw in town. She was really quite gifted, so you didn’t mind when she asked you to be her model, as you had no dressmaker’s dummy. But tonight, she did not need your assistance and, claiming a headache, instead she chose to go to bed early. A good night’s sleep was always welcomed, but as you lay there in the dark, sleep mocked you instead. It had been happening more and more often now, as the world grew more unsettled and while you could usually find some way to drift off, tonight was not one of those nights. You were simply too restless and so you slipped from the small stone cottage to go for a walk. 
You tried not think about how disappointed you’d been when Éomer stood you up at the coffeehouse. Perhaps you should have expected it, but it hurt just the same. Of course, you weren’t the only one who imagined catching his eye. Half the women of marriageable age in Edoras dreamed of doing just that and no one could blame a one of you. Not only was he the king’s nephew, but he was so blasted handsome, with his long, wavy dark gold hair and direct hazel eyes. And whenever you saw him on horseback—you melted a little on the inside each time.
Of course, now he knew you fancied him and not only that, but he’d used it against you. Knocking him off his horse wasn't even close to being enough. Still, you couldn't dwell on it forever. In time, everyone who was in that coffeehouse would forget.
Everyone but you, anyway. 
“And that is the last we will think of it,” you muttered, trying instead to focus on something, anything, else as you strolled on. 
It was a peaceful night, hints of the coming autumn in the crisp edge of the breeze that stirred the leaves last night’s storm had pulled from the trees. The best thing about the stone cottage at the end of the road in Edoras? You were the farthest point from the king’s residence, which meant you would most likely not cross paths again with Éomer at this time of night. True, he’d been riding south, which meant that at some point he would pass by here again, but you’d have enough warning, as the road was wide and almost no trees lined it. Sneaking up on you would be almost impossible. 
Not that he would even try. He’d made himself perfectly clear where you were concerned. 
The night sky was clear, spangled with stars and moonlight bathed everything as far as you could see an etherial silver color. There had been rumblings to the east, and you’d heard talk amongst the menfolk about the possibility of war, and you also knew that orcs had been seen on the borders of Rohan. And that was why you did not leave your house without a blade of some sort. Although your father was not overjoyed at the thought, he allowed both you and Cynewyn to carry a small sword, which you were almost never without. You weren’t a master by any stretch of the imagination, but Papa had made certain you and your sister learned how to defend yourselves, should the need ever arise.
Your walks had become your way of remaining sane when it seemed there was so much uncertainty all around. The thought of war was so foreign to you, as your father insulated you and Cynewyn as best he could, and yet you knew it wasn’t far off. The king’s health was failing, and you’d heard rumors that he, Éomer, and the king’s advisor, Grima, had been butting heads of late. 
Perhaps that was why Éomer had gone thundering past the kitchen windows on his horse as he had. One too many cross words with his uncle, maybe? In some ways, you hoped so, for if Éomer was banished, life would become easier for you.
But at the same time, if you were completely honest with yourself, you knew if he left for good, you would miss him terribly. How difficult it was, caring so much for a man you also tried so hard to despise! If only you could forgive him.
If only.
You vowed once more to not think about it. 
Instead, you concentrated on the beauty of the night sky, of how those stars seemed so vast and endless, how the moon managed to bathe things silver although it gave off no light. You listened to the whisper of the wind through the scrub grass and bushes that dotted the landscape seemingly to the edge of Middle Earth. The wind whispered, crickets chirped, and in the distance, an owl hooted. A normal night.
Or so you thought.
You heard the noise before you saw the creature that made it and as those sounds reached your ears, the stench reached your nose. Your heart lurched, your stomach kinked, and a sour taste filled your mouth, brought on both by the stink and the coldest, iciest, most petrifying fear that ever permeated your being.
Papa always told you not to venture too far from the road. One never knew what lurked in the fields sweeping east and west, where twisted trees grew in clumps and provided cover for many things.
Such as the orc now standing over Éomer’s prone body.
You ducked, shifting toward the stand of pine trees twisted by the winds, which thankfully carried any sounds you might have made away from the orc and Éomer. Metal clanged Éomer blocked the orc’s downward swing with his blade. He held fast, his arms trembling from the effort and his heavy glove the only thing keeping the dual-sided blade from slicing into his hand.
The orc appeared to brace harder against his blade, determined to run Éomer through and you couldn't let that happen, no matter how angry or hurt you were because of him. So, you slid your blade free and crept about the pines as silently as you knew how. You’d learned from Papa, who would take you with him when he went hunting, and although you could never bring yourself to kill anything, you learned from him just the same. Besides, an orc wasn’t anywhere near as beautiful as a deer or fox. Quite the opposite, really. They were the ugliest, vilest, most disgusting creatures to walk the earth as far as you were concerned. 
Your soft-skinned boots made no sound as you approached and the orc never knew what hit him when you swung and cleaved his head clean from his shoulders. What was left of him collapsed like a sandbag atop Éomer, who swore softly as the creature’s thick, black blood splattered him. 
Nausea rose in your throat as it spattered you as well, and you tried to ignore it as you grabbed the still-warm shoulder and threw the corpse back. “Are you all right?”
“I’ve had better nights,” Éomer groaned, rolling over and onto his knees, his sword clattering softly in the dust. “What are you doing out here?”
“I was but going for a walk. What is that—” you gestured to the dead orc—“doing here? They do not usually venture so close to our borders.”
“They grow bolder and have been for some time now.” He rocked back on his knees and swept his silver and brass helmet from his head to let it clatter to the ground alongside his sword. “Are you all right?”
“Me? I am fine.” You resheathed your sword and carefully crouched alongside him. His dark blond hair was damp with sweat, pulled away from his face and held back with a small strip of worn leather. “And you?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“What happened?”
“It’s nothing.” He winced as he shifted onto his backside and gingerly prodded at his left thigh.
You looked down, your stomach clenching at the sight of the wound that must’ve bled terribly, for the entire front of his trouser leg was stained with a large wet patch. It looked as if the orc’s blade had sliced through the fabric. Without thinking, you brushed his hands aside to see for yourself and as soon as you had, you wished you hadn’t. 
The wound was ugly and raw, a long slice from just below his hip to his knee, and still bled freely. “We need to get you home.”
“You go on. I need to find my horse.”
“Your horse is not here,” you told him, scanning all around to make certain you weren’t lying. You were’t. There was no sign of a horse anywhere about. “Come, let’s get you up and I will help you.”
“Just leave me…”
“Oh, don’t be a fool!”
He jerked back. “I am serious. Leave me. The last I want is harm befalling you on my behalf. So please, just go. There will be more of them coming, looking for this one,” he nudged the corpse with one boot. “And I am not at all certain I’d be able to protect you.”
“You mean you aren’t certain you’d want to.”
He just stared up at you. “I didn't say that, nor would I.”
“You might as well. Aren’t I only a laugh to you anyway? Ever the fool for you and your friends to chuckle over.”
At least he didn't try to deny his actions or motivations as he said, “Oh… the coffeehouse.”
“Yes,” you nodded, “the coffeehouse. So, you’ll forgive me if I don't believe you would lift a finger to keep an orc away from me. Of course, you would do well to remember that it was I who saved you from an orc regardless. Still, if you wish to be left alone, far be it from me to insist on staying.”
You moved to stand, only to have him catch you by the wrist. “No, please,” he said softly, looking up once more, “don’t go. I—I owe you an apology for that.”
“To save your sorry skin, no doubt.”
To your surprise, he chuckled. “I deserve that.”
“Oh, that’s mighty big of you to admit,” you said dryly. “How very big indeed.”
“Very well, you’re right, you know. About all of it. And I mean that in the most sincere manner possible. Honest.”
That took a bit of wind from your sails and you sighed. “Perhaps we might fight about it later?”
He bobbed his head. “I wholeheartedly agree with that notion. Much, much later. In fact, we should never speak of it again.”
“Once you apologize, you mean.”
“I just did apologize.”
“No,” you shook your head, “you said you owed me one, which you do of course. But admitting it is not an actual apology.”
To your surprise, he burst out laughing. It was cut short by a sharp inhale of pain, but his smile only wavered as he snorted, “You’re joking, right?”
“You mean to tell me you honestly considered that an apology? Those sorry words? Truly?”
“Well…” he nodded. “Yes."
“Fine.” You stood up and brushed dirt and crushed pine needles from your backside. “I’ll bid you good eve then. You should hope you’re mobile once more before they come looking for their friend.”
You had every intention of marching off, of just leaving him there to rot, not caring if any more orcs happened upon him. It would serve him right. Apology. Bah! He could go pound sand, as Papa would say.
However, you only got maybe ten feet away when your conscience got the better of you and you came back to find he hadn’t moved an inch. 
“Come,” you growled, crouching beside him once more to take hold of his left wrist. “Let’s get you back.”
“I didn't know you cared,” he said even as he allowed you to help him up.
“I don’t. I should let you rot.”
“So, why aren’t you?”
“I don’t know. I’m a soft-hearted fool, I suppose.” You gave a not so gentle tug. “We should go. His pack is bound to notice he’s not returned and I do not want to have to explain to your uncle how I let you get butchered by orcs.”
“I’ll be forever grateful,” he replied drolly.
“Do you wish my help or not?”
He draped an arm about your shoulder. “Yes, of course I do. And I appreciate it as well.” He winced. “How far are we from Edoras’ border?”
“It’s better if you don’t know.”
“That far, eh?”
He leaned heavily on your shoulder, and you tried to ignore the stinging along your neck, the dull ache that spread down into your shoulder from bearing the brunt of his weight, as he was considerably taller and heavier than you were. “I’m afraid so, yes.”
“Wonderful.”
For reasons you couldn't begin to explain, the drollness in his deep voice made you laugh. “Yes, I couldn’t agree more.”
You managed to get him back to the road, him leaning hard against you with each step he took on his wounded leg. And with each step, his gait slowed. “Take care,” he said when you stumbled. “It would do us both no good if we fell.”
“I beg your… pardon,” you gritted, hefting him higher on your shoulder once more, “but… you are… not light, you know.”
“I know and I appreciate your help here as well.” He went silent for a long moment, then, drew in a deep breath and added, “And I’m sorry. For what I did at the coffeehouse.”
“All you had to do was come in and tell me you’d changed your mind, you know.” you told him, staring straight ahead, waiting for Edoras’ reassuring lights to come into view. At least then, you knew you’d be close to home and close to safety. 
“The thing of it is, I didn’t change my mind.” The regret in his voice surprised you and you stopped without warning, catching him as he stumbled, then scolded, “Take care, if you wouldn’t mind.”
“I’m sorry, but what? What do you mean, you didn't change your mind? Of course you did. I was there, remember? I was there and you were not.”
“No, I know that, but,” he pulled free, easing his arm from about her shoulders before shifting to settle on a rock, “I need to sit a moment.”
You didn't fight him, happy to be free of his weight, even if only for a few minutes. You rubbed the side of your neck. “Only a few minutes, though. We don’t know how much time we have left.”
“I know.” He looked up at you. “I didn’t change my mind, you know.”
“So you’ve said. What you haven’t said, was why you just left me sitting there like a fool.” Finally, you were able to get that weight off your chest, your eyes stinging the way they had in the coffeehouse, when you realized he was not coming through the door. “Why did you do that to me?”
“I was coming in,” he said slowly, looking up to meet your gaze, “and when I saw you… I got nervous and I know that sounds idiotic, but it’s the truth. It was a stupid, fool thing to do to you and I am ever so sorry I hurt you. If I could but do it over, I would walk through that door and we would not be having this conversation. And for that, I am also sorry.”
You had waited so long for him to assume responsibility for how he’d hurt you. And now that he had, you were at a loss for words. How did you respond to that? What did you say?
“Am I supposed to believe you had an attack of nerves? You, of all people?”
“Is that so hard to believe? I’m only human as human as any other man, you know. And that means that yes, sometimes, I have an attack of nerves. I’m not made of stone, I’ll have you know and you—”
You waited a moment for him to finish, your heart beating erratically now as those words were the last ones she ever thought she’d hear from him. But, when he remained silent, just staring at the ground, you leaned in. “I what?”
He looked up then, his eyes soft, and murmured, “You stole the breath from my lungs.”
You could only stare. Were you but dreaming or perhaps he’d suffered a head injury before you reached him? One of those had to be the truth because there was no other rational explanation for his words, no matter how they set butterflies free in your belly to batter your insides with their wildly-beating wings. 
“Éomer, I—I don’t know what to say,” you finally managed. 
“No, I’m sure you don’t,” he replied softly. “And I cannot fault you. But, if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, I would like another chance. A chance to right things between us.”
“Things between us? Is there a thing between us, never mind more than one?”
To your surprise, a sheepish smile lifted his lips. “I should like there to be.” 
“I don’t even like you, you know.”
His grin widened. “Somehow, I don’t believe that. After all, you came back, didn’t you?”
“Don’t let it go to your head. I could still leave you out here.”
“You could.” He nodded, then shook his head. “But you won’t.”
You stared at him for a long moment, then let out a heavy sigh of resignation. “No. I don't suppose I will.”
His eyes sparkled with mischief. “I knew it.”
You offered up a smile of your own and then, with all the force you could generate, you punched him square in the shoulder. 
He yelped as the blow sent him rocking backwards. “What was that for?”
“Because you, Éomer, are an ass and I should leave you here to suffer whatever fate you deserve.”
“You should, but I wish you wouldn’t.” He reached for your hand, caught it, and linked his fingers with yours. “I am truly sorry, though. You have to believe me.”
“Why should I believe you now?”
Éomer winced as he carefully stood. “Because I would like the chance to right my wrong where you are concerned.”
You looked up at him. “And how do you think you can do such a thing? I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” 
“I’m fairly certain I do.”
He smiled then and bent and before you could say anything, his lips met yours. Despite his wounded leg, he caught your face between his hands, not so much as wavering as his lips moved teasingly and gentle against yours, as his tongue eased between your lips to caress yours, and you shivered at the silken caress. His lips were soft and warm and those butterflies fluttered harder now, with more fury as he kissed you slow and deep and made your head spin as it had never spun before. 
Éomer was slightly breathless when he drew back. “So, will you allow me another chance? A chance to right what I’ve done wrong?”
“By all rights, I should say no.”
“But you won’t.” His hazel eyes sparkled with mischief.
“No,” you shook your head slowly, “I won’t.”
In the distance, came the snarl of wargs and that was enough to spur Éomer to drape his arm about your neck once more and say, “We should go.”
“A wise idea, to be sure.”
You made it back to Edoras without incident and you wasted no time in rousing the healer  from her bed, just as she wasted no time in shooing you from the infirmary. Someone must have alerted Éowyn as well, for she came hurrying down the corridor, her hair bound up away from her face and still in her nightdress.
“What happened?”
“He was set upon by orcs just beyond the border.”
“But what were you doing out there?”
You managed a smile. “I was but going for a walk. I was having trouble sleeping, and sometimes that helps.”
“You need be careful,” she warned. “What if you’d been alone?”
“We won’t think about that.”
The healer came out. “My lady,” she said with a tired smile. “His lordship is resting now and he’d like to see you.” 
Éowyn stepped forward, only to have the healer shake her head. “No, my lady, I’m sorry. He meant you,” she said, looking at you.
You swallowed hard. “M-me?”
The healer nodded now. “He was very clear.”
“I’ll just see what he might want,” you said, feeling no little guilt at Éowyn’s almost hurt expression. “And when he hears you’ve come down to see him, I’m sure he will ask you be brought in.”
Éowyn said nothing, but bobbed her head and you followed the healer into the small, quiet, semi-dark room. 
Éomer was abed, the linens stark even against his pale hair, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, as you’d never seen him so informally dressed, his loose tunic left unlaced to offer up an enticing patch of what you were certain was a finely-muscled chest. The image that came to your mind brought those butterflies to life once more deep within your belly. 
His eyes were closed, his enviably thick lashes dark crescents against his pale cheeks, but as you drew near, they opened and a tired smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “I thought perhaps I’d dreamed everything that happened this night,” he said softly, “but the pain is far too real.”
“I assume your healer stitched the wound. It looked fairly ugly.”
He nodded. “She did. I can resume duties in a week, according to her.” He gestured for you to come closer and when you did, he added in a whisper, “and we won’t tell her when I’m gone come morning, will we?”
“You should take her advice.”
“I cannot. Not right now.”
“Éomer, you will be useless with only a few hours’ rest and one leg. You need allow yourself time to heal.”
“Are you taking her side?”
“In this?” You nodded. “Absolutely.”
“But… you’re supposed to take my side.” 
“I would be, if you weren’t talking such foolishness.”
“Ouch. You wound me.” As he spoke, he reached out and caught your hand, and your mouth went dry as he gave a gentle tug. “Come and lay with me.”
“I couldn’t.”
“You could.”
“Éomer.”
“What?”
“I don't even like you.”
His eyes glinted with a hint of mischief. “We both know that isn’t true, don’t we?”
“Oh, it’s true.”
“Liar.” He tugged again. “Are you truly going to make a wounded man beg?”
“Éomer.”
“What?” He brought your hand to his lips, to your surprise, brushed its back with a kiss and murmured, “Please?”
You stared down at him for a long moment. “You are supposed to be injured.”
“I am injured. Nearly twenty stitches are holding that wound closed. But somehow, I don't think I’ll mind being trapped in this bed, if I have someone to share it with.”
Your heart fluttered. “Éomer. You are in an infirmary.”
“I know, but I’m in my own room, as you see.” He smiled. “No one will bother us and I promise to keep my hands to myself.”
With that, his smile grew mischievous. “Unless, of course, you’d rather I didn’t. And then, the next time I see you in the great hall or the yard, I’ll just look across at you and smile and only you will know why.”
You sighed softly and then, after a quick look about, gingerly stretched out alongside him, your heart beating faster as he drew his arm about your shoulders to tug you closer. You peered up at him. “And why will I be smiling?”
His eyes glinted with that same hint of mischief that let loose even more butterflies in your belly. “You’ll see.”
With that, he caught you beneath the chin with one bent finger, lifting your face ever so slightly and as his lips captured yours, you smiled. “You aren’t going anywhere come morning, you know.”
He broke the teasing kiss to gaze down at you. “Is that so?”
“It is,” you nodded, “because you have some very real making up to me to do. And I’m fairly certain it will take longer than a few hours."
“Making up to you, you say?” One dark brow arched and his smile grew wicked with promise. “I think that’s fair enough.”
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papasmistakeria · 1 year ago
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No because why did no one tell me Karl Urban was in the Doom movie? And that there's a sub-tag in AO3 for a crossover with AOS called DoomTrek?
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POV: Jim and Spock tell you they're going on another life-threatening mission together (they both just got out of one barely alive and are still recovering in Sickbay)
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flippittygibbitts · 4 months ago
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Okay but what if in other universe…
The Last of Us apocalypse didn’t happen. But Joel Miller’s daughter, Sarah, didn’t get killed because of the cordyceps apocalypse but “accidentally” got killed by a supe. Then Billy Butcher convinced Joel to join The Boys for revenge.
And…
The Walking Dead apocalypse also didn’t happen. But Negan Smith’s wife, Lucille, died because she had cancer from the experiment that Vought gave her or something. Then Billy Butcher also convinced Negan to join The Boys for revenge.
I mean… I would invest all my money to watch this.
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Halloween Video #4 - The Boys - Scoring The End Of The World
Gather round now. This Halloween be ready to witness The End Of The World. It's a biblical battle. Good versus Evil. Apex predator versus Apex Predator. God versus Human. God Versus God. But the lines have been blurred. But by the end of the night, everyone will have picked a side.
So grab your guns, your ammo and say a prayer if you need to. Or a song. Be ready. And don't be afraid. Afterall, it's just the END OF THE WORLD….
HAPPY HALLOWEEN Gals and Ghouls 👻🎃
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highinmiamiii · 2 months ago
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LONDON CALLING 🇬🇧
rockstar gf!reader x billy butcher moodboard
ok so we all know billy is a brit right? i mean the terror jar with the union jack dogtag says all that needs to be said. now, i’m not british at all but as a girl that listens to british bands/artists and loves a good union jack motif here and there for some reason, i fully believe brit rock billy would date a girl who’s also super into his music and english punk culture. like just imagine them going to random underground punk shows together and drunkenly sneaking off to the sleazy gross bathrooms to mess around. and when you guys come back to get a couple more drinks before heading out, billy’s neck is covered in your dark red lipstick, your hair is ruffled messily and there are red scratches and crescent shaped nail marks from you digging your nails into his shoulder visible through the band tee with cut off arms….god i want to tear him apart.
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highinmiamiii · 18 days ago
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OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH MY FUCK
Fucking feral holy fuuuck
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phoenixtakaramono · 1 month ago
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🔞 ‘The Price of Milk’ Butchlander Threadfic 🥛
For Butchlander Week 2024, DAY 2 PROMPT: Milk
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SUMMARY: Have you seen Karl Urban’s obscure New Zealand 2000 movie: The Price of Milk? That’s it; that’s the plot. The gist of this short 🔞 oneshot threadfic is Butcher has been working undercover as a devastatingly sexy but unremarkable dairy farmer, and the main twist is the handsome amnesiac “John” who’s been temporarily lodging with him “until he regains his memories” might be hiding a little secret of his own. I am agog that seemingly no one’s written this fever dream of an AU before, where Butcher’s actor is a literal dairy farmer and you got Homelander with his milk fetish?? …Very well. I volunteer as tribute!
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(The rest of the threadfic can be read here!)
If you don’t have a Twitter account, I have screenshotted the rest of the spicy half below the line break:
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A/N - Thoughts? Opinions? I'd love to hear them! Sorry for the somewhat abrupt ending but this was 67 tweets long when I'd originally planned around 25, haha. If I'd do anything differently, I think I'd keep Butcher's alias as "ordinary civvie dairy farmer who immigrated from England" when the lovers reunite. That way it's even more fun(ny) when the truth comes out that Butcher is actually a badass secret spy working for the US government.
I want y'all to know he goes from this 👨🏻‍🌾 ➡️ to this 🔪 (iiiiit's the contrast)
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(Now that you’re done reading, you can read my other 🔞 “milk” threadfic here. They’re unrelated alternate universes.)
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papasmistakeria · 1 year ago
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Priest (2011) AU where everything is the same except Black Hat didn't die, he just got transported back to Starfleet after the Enterprise construction was completed
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ryukang1995 · 1 year ago
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I was bored, so I did a movie cast meme featuring characters present within my AU based on the 2021 Mortal Kombat movie.
The cast: - The hero - Liu Kang (Ludi Lin)
- The hero's love interest - Sonya Blade (Jessica McNamee)
- The sidekick - Kung Lao (Max Huang)
- The sidekick's friend - Cole Young (Lewis Tan)
- The sidekick's second friend - Jax (Mehcad Brooks)
- The sidekick's love interest - Li Mei (no actress yet)
- The redeemer - Kuai Liang/Sub-Zero (Yoshi Sudarso)
- The redeemer's friend - Hanzo Hasashi/Scorpion (Hiroyuki Sanada)
- The redeemer's love interest - Kitana (Adeline Rudolph)
- The hero's parents - Lee Kang and Lin Kang
- The hero's best friend - same as the sidekick
- The hero's superior - Raiden (Tadanobu Asano)
- The traitor - Kano (Josh Lawson)
- The traitor's friend - Kabal
- The traitor's second friend - nobody else (I can't really see anyone else befriending Kano)
- The one who dies first - Johnny Cage (Karl Urban)
- The villain - Shang Tsung (Chin Han)
- The villain's bodyguard - Goro
- The villain's henchmen - Bi Han/Noob Saibot (Joe Taslim), Mileena (Sisi Stringer), Syzoth/Reptile, and Reiko (Nathan Jones)
- The villain's love interest - Nitara (Mel Jarnson)
Author's notes:
- While Karl Urban is playing Johnny Cage in the upcoming sequel, I used the image of Simpy Cage aka his counterpart from the Legends animated movies. I'm not too excited for the sequel, one of the reasons why is because of a huge emphasis on Johnny Cage and what his role will be over arguably more important things like whether or not Liu Kang will be the hero and defeat Shang Tsung.
- Jade, Shao Kahn, Sindel, Quan Chi, Baraka and Jerrod have been cast for the upcoming sequel, but I did leave them out of this meme since I had nowhere to include them. I could have easily cast Jade as Kung Lao's love interest, and it's great if you ship them, though I kinda ship him with Li Mei more.
- The images for Li Mei and Reiko are from New MK1 since Li Mei is not in the film universe yet (and whether or not she will be depends on whether or not the film franchise keeps going), and the way Reiko was depicted in MK 2021 was really lame.
- Yoshi Sudarso isn't confirmed to be Kuai Liang/Sub-Zero in the sequel (at least, as far as I'm aware), but he is quite a fan favorite choice to play the character if he ever does appear in the film universe.
That's all for now.
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ninjababypowpow · 4 months ago
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Hi there !
So. You said something about A DETROIT BECOME HUMAN AU ???? AND A SPIES AGENCY AU ?????
Tell me everything you want to share please please please !!
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I'll buy you in cookies in exchange 🥺🥺
*cracks knuckles* BUCKLE IN CHUCKLELOVE
The Detroit Become Human AU (Words in the Heart, bc I am pterry trash) borrows liberally from the gameand also a bit from a tv show called Almost Human, which is VERY GOOD and it has Karl Urban in it. Basicallly Bacara is Hank, more or less, without the sad backstory, he's just a grump who doesn't like androids. Obviously, he gets assigned a new partner, who is an android. Prototype Model CC-1010, who is at the same time exactly and not at all like Bacara expected. TOGETHER THEY FIGHT CRIME They eventually stumble upon a string of murders done by androids who then...basically committed brain suicide? They deleted their own memory core and programming. (During this they meet a host of supporting characters, like Android Rights Activist Maul Opress and his brothers, who specializes in being an asshole to humans and nice to androids and who may or may not run a scheme to smuggle androids out of the country to more openminded ones, rookie!Cop Rex who once almost puked on a corpse and is forever on Bacara's shitlist for that, pleasure bot Cody who may or may not be leader of an extremely subtle revolution and many more! For you, a snippet!
The drive to the scene was awkward as shit. Bacara kept glancing to the man - machine - sitting next to him, who kept staring at him. Eventually he couldn’t take it anymore. “What?” “Nothing, Detective.” Bacara ground his teeth. “You’re staring at me.” “Yes, I am watching you.” “It’s fucking unnerving. Stop it.” “Would you like me to close my eyes?” “What? No, just - just look out the window or something. Jesus Christ.” The android turned his head and began staring out the window. The ride returned to the previous awkward silence. “What’s your name anyway?” Bacara finally asked, prompting the android to look over at him again. “My designation is CC-1010, Detective.” The duh was not spoken but heavily implied. “That’s a fucking mouthful to say. Don’t you have a name I can call you?” The LED flashed yellow, whirring for a long time, then very abruptly turned red and stopped completely. The android’s face remained completely passive throughout, but when it turned red he frowned for just a moment. Then the LED returned to blue and his face smoothed out. “You may choose whatever alternate designation you wish.” Bacara huffed. “I’m not naming you like you’re a pet or something. Pick your own damn name.” The LED went yellow again. Back to blue. “I…will think about it, Detective.” The android looked at him for a moment more and then turned his gaze back out the window. Bacara grumbled. Leave it to Androids to make everything complicated.
woooohoooooo
THE SPY AGENCY AU (Who Wants To Live Forever) features the good guys, FORCE and the evil organization SITH feuding against each other for years when SITH send their currently best asset, one of KaminoLabs most successful trainees, Cipher Nine (also know as Fox), to "defect" and thus infiltrate FORCE. Fox does this, thinking it will be easy. And it really is, too, these agents of FORCE are so soft it's kind of embarrassing SITH has so much trouble with them. And then Fox becomes part of the squad. And experiences what living is for the first time, instead of existing. But he is still technically a double agent, even as his loyalties slowly, but inexorably shift... This one borrows a lot of Marvel stuff - SHIELD and HYDRA and so on. Fox is Black Widow completely with the Red Room (here KaminoLabs) Another snippet!
Time to start acting.  It really didn't take much. A few faked moments of vulnerability here and there, carefully avoiding civilian casualties, handing coins to a few homeless kids. Acting reluctant to kill the agents during an encounter. "You're Cipher Nine, right? We saw you were on a mission here." A show of hesitation. "So what?" Fox let a slight tinge of curiosity into his voice. Hook… "We saw how you avoided harming innocents." Innocents, Fox rolled his eyes mentally. "I…" another hesitant pause. "I achieved the mission goal." "Yeah, sure. But you don't really want to do these things, right?" "I don't have a choice. SITH doesn't tolerate failure or…disobedience." Line… "We can help you. You can leave. FORCE would take you in, I swear." Fox let relief show in his eyes, along with a heaping dose of tentative hope, and lowered his gun. "Really?" He asked with a wavering voice. He could almost see Agent Lightning puff up in morally righteous protectiveness. "Really. Just lower your gun and let me bring you in." Sinker.
they are both really big projects and are mocking me mercilessly, but I love them. They're both Foxcare, too, though Fox has to die in the spy au first before something really happens there. (Also, Ponds gets his leg blown off, sorry Ponds)
I really, really appreciate your excitement and love! It makes me smile so wide and really fires me up to write more, even though I am currently in MtaS porn hell.
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keldae · 6 months ago
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Tagged by the incomparable @dingoat -- thank you! <3
3 ships
Right now, to nobody's surprise, Gale/Devi is eating my soul. On paper, they shouldn't work -- he's an educated, wealthy, powerful mage (who makes very poor life choices), and she's a much-younger-than-him thief who grew up as an urchin on the streets of Baldur's Gate, whose only "acceptable" skill is playing a violin (apparently pickpocketing and stabbing people aren't considered widely acceptable or desirable skills?). But in all the ways that really count, they are compatible -- they're protective of each other and their friends, and Devi's street-smarts balance out Gale's book/arcane knowledge, and her feisty-ness is another counter to his more balanced way of dealing with things (read: he's 90% of her impulse control). I suppose opposites DO attract! ;)
Theron/Xaja has lived in my brain ever since Shadow of Revan dropped, in canon-verse and in at least two AU's. Theron definitely brought out a side of Xaja that isn't necessarily a proper Jedi side to show, but it's definitely her -- she's also feisty, and protective, and she's got a snarky streak to her that sings to Theron's soul. And she loves Theron's devotion to the cause, and his intelligence, and his wit.
(also, looking at Xaja and Devi... apparently I've got a TYPE when it comes to my main characters in RPGs. You should take a look at my canon Warden from DAO sometime, Lynaen... who ALSO is a redheaded dual-wielding rogue with a healthy dose of snark. At least she was raised a Cousland and didn't spend time learning how to pickpocket on the streets like the other two? #roguelifeFTW)
And I gotta talk about Reanden/Mairen too. They started on a bit of a whim when @andveryginger and I decided to throw them together for a couple of one-off kiss prompts, annnnnd now they run a good chunk of our respective brains (Reanden likes to hang out in Ginger's head a lot). Mai (Ginger's) loves Reanden's intelligence, and his dedication to his kids and the Republic, and the compassionate, caring streak he has under his sociopathic facade. And he's got a type for snarky redheaded Corellian Jedi ladies -- the fact that Mai loves his kids like they're her own, and doesn't think less of him for his rare moments of vulnerability, means the galaxy to him.
First Ship
Oh man -- my very first OTP was Faramir/Eowyn from LOTR, ever since I first read the books at the ripe old age of 12 years old, and it's STILL one of my favourite ships. I think, even 20 years ago, I was seeing myself in Eowyn (as a female character, as one who wanted to fight and seek out renown, as one who, as I would discover later on in my own life, had a bucketload of mental health problems to the tune of depression), and wanted my own Faramir (gentle, noble, compassionate, intelligent). So a bit of projection there? ;) The first ship I wrote... well, I'd started a girl-falls-into-Middle-earth fic in high school, and the endgame goal was my OC with Legolas, but looking back on it now, I think my OC may have had more chemistry with Boromir. Either way, that fic has been abandoned for like 15 years -- I ain't bringing it back out to resurrect it. ;)
Last Song
According to Spotify, "Master Of Illusion" by Battle Beast! If/when I come up with a Gale playlist, that song's going on it.
Currently Reading
"Tress of the Emerald Sea" by Brandon Sanderson. I'm not too far into it, but so far I'm enjoying it! (Also, I LOVE Sanderson's writing style, and the little bits of snark he peppers in there. Current favourite line: "... he had a jaw so straight that it made other men question if they were.")
Last Film
In theatres -- "Argylle", which I enjoyed! I wouldn't class it as a "favourite" movie, but it was fun! At home (read: at Chez Boyfriend), it was "RED" -- that's one of my favourites. Bruce Willis and Karl Urban snarking at each other... =D (Karl is also my faceclaim for Reanden, and that movie was a big inspiration!)
Currently Craving
Nothing at the moment! I have my coffee and I have a big-ass Costco-sized muffin that I'm working on before I go for my tattoo appointment. (Also, Part 1 of my tax return came in last week... I could get ALL the groceries, thank God! Part 2 is dropping on Thursday, for all the backpay after the CRA applied the ADHD disability credit to my previous years... I legit cried when I saw that number. I can afford to get my car fixed, AND get this new tattoo, AND a haircut, AND maybe, I don't know, throw something into a retirement fund!)
Tagging, if you wish: @greyias @storyknitter @nayci @elveny @abysskeeper @auroraesmeraldarose
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