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#In The Hands of the Enemy
in-the-enemys-arms · 2 years
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Necromanced
Wrote this a long time ago, so it’s unedited and probably not something I’ll continue, but I like it anyway. 
Summary: A knight or something sacrificed himself to gain time for his friends to escape the undead army. He wakes up on the necromancer’s crafting table.
Content: eye gore, being undead, war (implied), loss of control over own body
The stench of blood clouded the knight’s mind as he laid on cold, wet ground. The battle was over, before he fell, he saw the king’s army flee. Death was dark, silent but for the cries. And the sound of swords cutting through cloth. Arrows whizzing through the air. Metal cluttering against metal. His own feet squelching through the mud. It all roared in his ears. His body trembled from the pain. He felt nauseous as his body stayed perfectly still while he stomped towards the endless ocean of undead, holding his sword high. The last beacon of hope for the fleeing. The rotten wave crushed him.
He jerked violently, hitting his head on wood. “Shh” Warm hands grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down onto the wooden surface. The battlefield faded, merely a whisper in the back of his mind. Was he dead or just on the brink of it?
“Who is there?” His throat tore apart as he spoke, his voice raw and hoarse. There were so many questions but speaking took everything out of him.
“Don’t worry, dear, I’ll be done with your eyes in a minute.” The man’s voice seemed familiar, but not enough for him to be one of the town’s people. The knight shuddered. If scavengers were taking the bodies apart, the battle had to have ended hours ago. He blindly swatted. They could’ve at least waited until he was dead. Someone grabbed his hands and forced them down. His wrists bonked against a wooden plate. This wasn’t the battlefield. They must have taken the bodies with them. Somewhere the city guards wouldn’t disturb them. If the guards—or the city—still existed, that was. “Stay still, dear.” Cloth rustled, metal plinked, then the cloth brushed his nose. Two fingers pulled his eyelid up. A metal stick squelched into—no, behind—his eye and poked him. He whimpered, tears running down the sides of his face. His arms twitched but wouldn’t move up to hit the scavenger. The metal burrowed deeper, moved something inside, then another metal thing was added. The scavenger murmured something incomprehensible, some kind of incantation. The whole side of his face tingled as the scavenger removed the tools, pressure growing where the eye should be. He moved on to doing the exact same to the other eye.
A flash of light—no, a candle right next to the knight’s face lit up his field of view. Despite the shadows dancing on the other man’s face, obscuring it with every flicker of the flame, the knight recognized the necromancer and if his body had moved as he wanted it to, he would’ve thrown himself at him. His nails scraped along the wood as he clutched the plate. The necromancer finished the second eye and moved onto shoving metal sticks into his nose, deep enough that it felt like they pierced his brain. The metal sticks shoved his bones around. “I will never fight for you,” the knight growled. 
“Oh, no, the war is over, darling.” Another incantation, then the necromancer pulled out the tools, stirred them in a mug the knight could barely see in the corner of his eye, and wiped them with a bloody cloth. If the knight looked to the other side, away from the necromancer, he could see some stars out of a window just beneath the ceiling and about the height of a hand and the length of an arm. This was a basement or a dungeon. The necromancer picked up a knife.
“NO!” The knight’s body stayed frozen. “Get away!” The necromancer said something, but the knight couldn’t hear him over his own screams. “Please, no! Please,” The necromancer put the knife on the table, slowly raising his hands. Hero quieted, panting, his throat ruined.
“I’m fixing you.”
“I don’t need fixing.” The knight’s lips trembled. “Where is Sir Hicket?”
“Never heard of them.” As much as the knight wished that their mentor made it out safely, it was cold here, and dark, and foreign, and if he was in the hands of the enemy, nothing but pain and death awaited him. He wanted to hold Sir Hicket’s hand one last time. He wished he had hugged him before they went to fight the undead army. A long, warm hug. He would never let go if he ever got the chance again. “You can look at the fresh bodies later. I only gathered a few, so the chances are small, but he might be there.”
“He can’t be dead.”
The necromancer sighed. “As I said, you can search for them later. I need to fix you before you start to rot.”
“No! Leave me be! Go away!”
“You’ll thank me later for this. Now, be quiet.”
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not "i ship these characters" or "i want them to bond platonically" but a secret 3rd thing (I want them to be forced to interact by the Narrative bc they would HATE that)
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starspilli · 2 days
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dc cowboy doodles & wips !
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immortalthings · 11 months
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I dare you - get me a Hyrule compendium on those things and I'll change my mind.
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inkstaindusk · 2 years
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knight/lord ships are like. what if i would die for you. what if i wanted you to live for me. what if i wanted to touch you but could only be satisfied with being near you. what if i could touch you but only through the safety of our gloves. what if i couldn’t stop thinking about you right next to me. what if i bloodied my hands for you and never looked back at the wreckage. what then
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k-martins · 9 months
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We had SatoSugu
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It's time for Itafushi <3
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s-aint-elmo · 5 months
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Falin has been nearsighted since she was little, and has a habit of squinting when she's looking at things. —Delicious in Dungeon World Guide: The Adventurer's Bible
she should have been at the optometrist's
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rendevok · 10 months
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“Take my hand” pages 5-11
1 - day 2 - truth - 3
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ew-selfish-art · 7 months
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Dp x Dc AU: Bruce has a 'if you can't beat them, join them' mentality about the tabloids claiming he adopts too many kids- Developing foster homes that are paid for through the Wayne inheritance, personally vetted by the Bats, they're the leaders in the space for child health outcomes and family placement. Insert Danny.
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Bruce has too much wealth, too many rumors and not enough reach into the abhorrent foster homes around Gotham to improve them. Tim ends up being the one to suggest it- He's the one who buys up their real estate for their safe houses after all- and Bruce is more than ready to pull the metaphorical trigger to get new clean welcoming spaces, Bat-background checked fosters and a new era of adoption in Gotham underway.
He's lobbied the state and the federal government for reforms of course, but this is a project he can micromanage. He spends time with every kid that comes through, talks with all the families that want to adopt and makes sure that these miniature homes are provided only the very best. Alfred personally hires all the staff, and with Barbara more than happy to help relocate the unhoused children she spots while they patrol, the project is a glowing success.
Occasionally, spots in their houses fill up, and those are the weeks were Cass takes on the Cowl of Batman- Bruce Wayne will personally invite a child in need to his home. He always has one of his kids present (they rotate on a pre-determined schedule) and he does his best to try and get them to understand that they deserve the world, have all the potential that anyone else has and can achieve a bright future. That he will personally aid them in their ambitions.
PR goes crazy for it of course, but Bruce and all of his children know its genuine. Almost too genuine, because a betting pool 'WILL THEY BE ADOPTED' regularly circulates between the siblings and the entire JL when someone spends time at the manor. And not just the black-haired, Blue-eyed kids get picked as favored outcomes- but obviously the running joke gets passed around.
It's a Thursday night when Bruce gets the call that the houses have once again filled up, and that there is a child in need of a home. The social worker (he knows her as Marsha and he has flowers planned to be sent on her birthday next week, like he does for all of his employees) (Say micromanaged one more time) explains that the kid is a bit cagey but has opened up with some humor. She explains that he has a few strange... mannerisms. She's not sure what to make of him, a non-gothamite for sure but something is, well, distinctly 'not from around here' about his energy.
Danny arrives at the house, meets Duke and Alfred, and by the time Bruce meets him at the dinner table it seems as though Marsha had it all wrong. This kid was laughing, he was teasing, he was totally playing along like he'd gone through nothing. Bruce is glad he's in high spirits but its just so... so different from all the other children he's taken in.
Bruce re-focuses on the conversation when Duke mentions something flashing, and its the first time that Danny goes quiet. Entirely still.
"...you noticed that?" Danny quietly asks, a bit of disbelief in his tone.
"You don't have a flashlight on or something do you? It was super bright whatever it is that you had in your hand a second ago?" Duke tries to sound chill but he's looking very much not chill. Bruce saw nothing, and that puts him further on edge.
"Look... I uh, I've been though... I've been through a lot lately. And the last lab I was in kind of, messed with me. I'm normally much better at dealing with it all, I promise." Danny sounds nervous, and the room seems to chill.
"Ah shoot, sorry." Danny notices something and frantically apologizes.
"Sorry for what Danny? You've done nothing wrong but I am worried about you- You said you were in a lab?" Bruce is desperately trying to calm him down while not slipping into Batman interrogation mode.
"Uh, yeah, like a lot of labs. It should get warmer in a second, its just cause I startled, I promise."
"You're a meta." Duke speaks softly and with hope in his voice- Danny is looking between them with wide eyes filled with fear.
"I mean I don't technically have the gene-"
"Danny, have you told any of your case workers where you were? Do any authorities know what you've been through?" Bruce needs to know, desperately, that who ever gave this young boy super powers is brought to justice. Danny goes quiet.
"I'm really sorry." He says softly, but he doesn't leave them.
Duke and Bruce try to ask a few more questions but the silence that meets them declares the conversation over, even with Duke admitting he himself is a meta. Danny didn't even look up from his plate. They watch a movie after dinner, and Danny seems to get back to the smile-y happy guy he had been before dinner.
Each of the bat-fam have their own interactions with Danny- And even if they're getting along amazingly, Danny won't open up. He doesn't open up to his provided therapist. Doesn't talk to Alfred. No one knows what's up.
So when Marsha calls Bruce back explaining they now have a spot for Danny and he can move out of the Manor... Bruce replies that he'd like to get started on Adoption paperwork, so long as Danny is fine with it.
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Turns out, Danny is fine with it. he's both the newest Wayne and their newest case. (And godamnit, his new family is going to avenge him. If only he'd let them try.)
Danny figures out that Duke= Signal early on because of that dinner, and if he's going to keep his parents out of jail, he needs to be as close to the investigation as possible. He knows that he shouldn't protect the Fentons, but he feels the upset in his core at the thought of letting them befall any harm. He has to protect them. Has to protect Jazz and her hiding spot as a mole within their lab. Has to.
Even if it meant lying to his new family who loves him, and who he loves in equal return. Even if it means lying to The Bats.
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Tabloids go crazy about the black-haired blue-eyed thing of course, but no poll was ever taken by the batfam or the JL who know the whole story.
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Love that Izzy got in one last shot at Stede in a situation where Stede could under no circumstances retaliate and won their two season long bitch-off by then immediately and permanently peacing out
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sunflower151 · 1 year
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Live Laugh @buggachat ‘s Bakery “Enemies” AU
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potatounicoorn · 3 days
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It's a hereditary trait, nothing to be done😔
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ominouspuff · 2 months
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Continuing this fix-it AU where Commander Fox springboards off the deep end into a full-on rebellion, featuring unlikely allies belatedly finding out they are allies far too late to stop being allies but then again it’s never too late not to throw a terrifyingly destructive fit about it (Maul)
Close-up’s under the cut
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larsnicklas · 3 months
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JAMIE DRYSDALE ✧ 240110 From the second I got on the ice, seeing the crowd, it was a pretty unbelievable environment and a really fun spot to play in. Hell of a first game to be a part of, and just glad we came out on top.
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joeyartstuff · 2 months
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this is me btw
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The funniest thing that could happen in ofmd season 2 is Stede and Izzy hanging out so much they accidentally become best friends and both absolutely horrified when someone (definitely Oluwande or Jim) points it out to them.
Like I can definitely see a situation happening where Stede goes off into danger and Izzy is adamant that he’s not going after him to help but it immediately cuts to a scene of him going after him and all you can hear is him going “stupid fucking Stede Bonnet” like we know he’d say something like that.
Enemies who grow to care about each other is my favourite thing.
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