#You got away with the crime while the knife's in my back

[wizisbored]

[oxideblack]

[noforkingclue]

Got Away With It (Merlin x reader)

Summary: you wanted your people to be free at any cost. But when it came to it, where you really willing to pay the price of your actions?

Silence.

It was completely silent.

It seemed that even the wind had stopped blowing.

“I know you’re here,” you tried not to flinch at the tone of his voice, “come out!”

You could feel the power in the air and grimaced as you stepped out of the shadows. You could see the hurt and pain etched across his face. You forced yourself to keep your expression cold. You folded your arms and looked down at him.

“What.” you said

“How could you.”

This time you did flinch. Merlin was surprisingly perceptive and there was no way he missed it. He took a step closer but when you stiffened, he stopped. Neither of you wanted a fight. While you weren’t as magically strong as Merlin, you knew how to use your magic. Merlin might’ve had the raw power but you had the knowledge.

“I thought,” he said, “I thought we were friends.”

“We are.”

“But you betrayed me.”

“I’m your friend Merlin. I’m not Camelot’s friend.”

Again, you winced at Merlin’s pained face. He took a step towards you and you tensed at the action. You flexed your fingers as you prepared to fight. A fight that neither of you wanted.

“I don’t want to fight you.” said Merlin

“Neither do I.”

“Truce.”

You held his gaze for a second longer before nodding.

“Truce.”

Merlin visibly relaxed at this and you shifted awkwardly from side to side. The tension eased up slightly and you leant against a tree and folded your arms. You couldn’t help but wonder where things went so wrong between you.

“You got away with it, y’know.”

Your attention snapped back to him.

“What do you mean by that, Emrys?”

If you weren’t looking for it, you would’ve missed the barely noticeable flinch. You smirked slightly at it and Merlin flushed knowing that you had seen it.

“What you did.”

“I did what I had to.”

“Do the other Druids know what you did?”

“You act like I wanted to hurt Arthur!”

“Didn’t you?”

You grimaced.

“After everything Uther did to my people, to our kind, don’t you think we deserve revenge.”

“By hurting Arthur?”

“I never wanted to hurt him! He just… got in the way.”

You gave Merlin a pained look. As far as Pendragon’s went, Arthur wasn’t as bad as his father. But still, you couldn’t trust him. You didn’t have the same faith in him as Merlin did. However, that didn’t mean you wanted to hurt him.

“Will he-”

“He’ll live.” said Merlin harshly

“Right.”

The awkwardness returned, neither of you knowing what to say.

“No one knows it was you,” Merlin continued, his voice clipped, “they’re just treating it as an assassination attempt and not what it really was.”

“And what was it?”

Merlin opened his mouth but hesitated. He closed it with a click.

“I trusted you,” he said, “I let you get close enough to-” he cut himself off and shook his head, “doesn’t matter now. I suggest you leave though.”

“And don’t come back?”

“Would you have a reason to?”

“No. Not any more.”

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

"When I learned that my brother had died, I abandoned my home in Boston, abandoned my studies and came to Santa Fé."

Work in progress

[cynicalone94]

Trust Issues

No. 2: TRUST ISSUES

Amusement Park | Role Reversal | “You got away with the crime while the knife’s in my back.”

Read on AO3 here.

When an already awful day at the Courthouse turns messy, Jay pays the price for Voight’s past indiscretions.

[valiantlyelegantwizard]

Whumptober Day 2!

[susiequaz12]

Whumptober 2- “You got away with the crime while the knife's in my back.”

CW: Female whumpee, gun, manhandling.

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"I can't believe you!" she screamed. She pulled and thrashed against the man holding her back. She stared at the person she once called her friend. 

They stood, arms folded across their chest, a blank look on their face. There was a gun resting casually in their hand, like it was just a cup of coffee, or a cellphone. 

"I did what I had to do." They shrugged.

"You betrayed me! You were the one who killed them, not me!" 

The man holding her forced her down to her knees, wrenching her arms tightly behind her back as she held back the sobs. 

"An unfortunate incident, I know. I am truly sorry that all the blame has fallen back on to you." 

For a moment, just a brief fleeting second their eyes met- and she could see they were sorry. For the betrayal, or for giving her the blame, she would never know.

"I can't believe I ever trusted you. You might as well have stabbed that knife into my back instead."  

They took a step towards her, placing their hand under her chin and looking down at here. There were tears in both of their eyes. Their friend's facial expression softened, before their gaze drifted towards the floor. 

Then they stepped back, dropping their hand from her face as they glance down at the weapon in their hand.

"I really am sorry that it has come to this." 

And then they raised the gun to her head.

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Just another little drabble for day 2, this one is very angsty.

[atleastimlookingdown]

Gen, unhappy ending Summary: Why should he listen to Opal when she said not to call Rose? She didn't decide for him what he did or didn't do. He just wanted some closure, okay?

[serickswrites]

Crime

Warnings: betrayal, stabbing, blood, wounds, trust issues, fade to black, guns, mention of murder, knife

Whumpee walked into the warehouse Friend had asked to meet them at. They weren't sure why Friend wanted to meet them there or what Friend had to show them, but they were more than willing to meet them. That's what friends do after all.

They froze as they walked through the door. This was wrong. This was all wrong. They opened their mouth to call out, ready to run, but a blinding, sharp pain in their back stopped them. The pain radiated through their body.

Whumpee's trembling legs began to give out, but strong arms wrapped around them keeping them from falling. "Isn't this amazing," Friend Whumper breathed into their ear.

Whumpee's head was swimming. The warehouse was filled with various stolen goods, guns, and other instruments of crime. What had Friend done? "H-H-Horrifffffyinnnnnnggg," Whumpee managed to stammer out.

"Ah-Ah, none of that, Whumpee," Whumper said, tightening their grip on Whumpee. "I want you to understand exactly why I brought you here."

Whumpee opened their mouth to protest, but Whumper twisted the knife in their side. Whumpee screamed their pain, their world whiting out.

"The police are on their way. They'll be here any minute."

"C-C-Catchhhh........yyyyou-ou-ou-ou," Whumpee gasped. They could feel their blood flowing down their back. The police had to arrive in time to save them. They just had to.

"That's where you come in my friend. The warehouse is in your name. Everything here is in your name. You stole all these things. You used these guns to kill all those people. You, Whumpee. Not me."

Whumpee didn't have the energy to be horrified. Didn't have the energy to scream their anger and horror. They barely had the energy to keep their eyes open.

"And the best part is," Whumper said excitedly, "I'll get the credit for catching you. For stopping you. Isn't that a wonderful thing?"

"NNNNNN," Whumpee managed to whisper. Their head was swimming and everything was becoming hazier and hazier.

"Don't worry, Whumpee. I'll be sure to visit you in jail. I'm sure they're going to be finding evidence of your crimes for years to come."

Whumpee heard the sound of approaching sirens. Heard the sound and hoped the police would see Whumper for what they were. Hoped that they would be saved. They hoped all of these things, but realized it didn't matter. Their tenuous grip on consciousness wasn't enough to keep them awake. As they slipped into oblivion, they hoped that someone would see Whumper for the monster that they were. And that they wouldn't pay for Whumper's crimes.

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @celestialsoyeon @st0rmm @ay5ksal @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe

[symbolicbluecurtains]

WHUMPTOBER DAY 2: TRUST ISSUES (you got away with the crime while the knife's still in my back)

First mdzs post, both on this account and in general

[flowers-and-dndoc]

Whumptober Day 2

Rogue was used to sleeping with a knife under his pillow.  

The way he’d grown up, there hadn’t been much of a choice.  Gangs ruled his home city, and violence was the norm, not the exception.  Especially for someone who’d grown up on the streets as he had.  If you trusted anyone, they were more likely to turn on you than anything else.  So he didn’t trust; he lived by a silver tongue and charming smile, and he never, ever let anyone in.  He made it off his home planet and into the stars, and if bounty hunting wasn’t his first choice for a career, it’s not as though he really minds it.  It was enough to pay for fuel to his ship, and he got to see the galaxy in the process - what more could anyone hope for?

And then Ash had walked into his life.

He’d been partnered with them by the Agency for a particularly important bounty - his bosses hadn’t wanted to take the chance the mark would be able to escape a single hunter.  So he’d smiled and flirted and done everything he knew it would take to get along with the stranger aboard his ship, expecting them to take off the second off the bounty was complete and they got their money.  But Ash had stayed. They flirted back as charmingly as Rogue did, and to Rogue’s astonishment, he realized that they actually meant it.

It was weeks before they so much as kissed, months before Rogue let Ash share his bed. Months more before he moved the knife under his pillow into a drawer, and then out of his room entirely. Ash was slow and patient and sweet and before Rogue knew it, they’d built a life together.  

There were morning kisses and slow breakfasts and candlelit dinner and arguments over whose turn it was to do the dishes.  It was soft and domestic and it made the asteroid hopper into the type of home Rogue had never known he was capable of having.  

And then one day on a mission, Rogue found himself left behind with his own stolen knife plunged into his back as Ash made off with their joint kill.  

He never knew what made them turn on him - if the whole thing had been just a game to them from the start, if some specter from their past had come back to haunt them and they’d needed the money, or if it had just been a snap decision they’d regretted a moment later.  He knew there wasn’t any way to ever know, but it still haunted him. Had he done something wrong? If he’d been better - a better bounty hunter, a better partner, a better something - would they have stayed? He hated that he’ll never know. 

He started sleeping with a knife under his pillow again.  

And when he met a handsome, charming man who spoke of the stars with a wealth of knowledge far beyond the time they’re both in...well, there’s a reason Rogue didn’t trust him at first sight.  

[tadalyme]

whumptober 2024 - day 2

i'm back and i come with a new fic. didn't even disappear for half a year this time. bon appétit

[donovankinard]

i'm home alone, you're god knows where... a fic by @thefootnotes for @whumptober day 2

TK’s tone isn’t accusatory, exactly; it’s tinged with something closer to fear, and a strange air of what Carlos can only describe as boredom; which is odd, and concerning, and he’s growing more and more on edge with every second that he stands here in the dark room.

Or the one where TK’s past always feels like his future, and Carlos tries to undo the harm Alex did.

T | tk strand/carlos reyes | 946w whumptober day two - trust issues: amusement park, role reversal, "you got away with crime while the knife's in my back"

read on ao3.

[pandora15]

Whumptober 2024: Day 2

Prompt: “You got away with the crime while the knife’s in my back.”

Fandom: Star Wars

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Qui-Gon Jinn, Vokara Che

Tags/Warnings: Force Shenanigans, Brain Damage, "Always a Sith" Anakin Skywalker, Open/Ambiguous Ending (click on AO3 link to see full list of tags)

Summary:

Something cold settles in Obi-Wan’s stomach. They don’t realize. They don’t realize. And there is no way for Obi-Wan to tell them what really happened. He can’t tell them that it was Anakin who did this to him. That Anakin is more dangerous than any of them thought, and now… Obi-Wan is the first Jedi to fall against Anakin. There is no knowing who will be next.

Click here to read on AO3. Thank you :)

@whumptober

[a-sin-to-be-rin]

Ode to a Clown

It, like all good things, started with a fall.

The fall of Rome. The dizzying crash of the Heisenberg. The beautiful final act of the Flying Graysons.

And, of course, the fall of the Red Hood. And from the ashes, a phoenix arose. A flaming, ethereal creature, its methods and motives unknown to the average man. Unknown to the exceptional man. Even, occasionally, unknown to the phoenix himself.

This was the birth of Gotham’s most feared name:

The Joker.

At the beginning, before the Joker was the Joker, he was the Red Hood. And then, before that, no one. He had a name. The Joker no longer recalls it, nor does he care to. He doesn’t know if he had a family or a home or a job. He doesn’t even know what color his hair had been, and the Joker prefers it this way. Who he was is hardly important. Who can worry about the past when there’s so much to do?

After this no-name man was the Red Hood. He ran a gang, whose goals elude the leader to this day. He doesn’t remember why he did what he did. He doesn’t know what exactly he did or who was involved.

Well… He does remember someone who was involved, but he wasn’t a gang member.

He was the Batman.

Like the Red Hood, the Batman was a maniac. Someone who decided to wear a mask and traipse about the city at night. Someone who coped with his traumas through violence and anonymity.

The Batman was insane. And he was perfect. The yin to the Red Hood’s yang. The missing puzzle piece. The Red Hood’s better half.

The Joker doesn’t remember much about his time as the Red Hood, but he does remember the Batman and their highly-calculated dance. He remembers robbing and poisoning and maiming all for the attention of the Batman. And then, once the Red Hood had his attention, he had to find more and more elaborate ruses. Ways to keep things fresh. The Batman was the cool constant, and the Red Hood was the fiery wildcard.

But one night, their game came to an end. The Batman went too far. The Red Hood fell.

Down.

Down.

Down.

He hit the chemical bath like a glass on the kitchen tile, shattering on impact. And the pieces of the Red Hood sunk deeper, deeper, deeper. The Red Hood took on water, dropped to the bottom. He never came up for air.

But a new man emerged. A new game began. This was faster. More dangerous. More intimate. The Red Hood knew the Batman like a teacher knows a student. The Joker knows the Batman like a mother knows her child. Everything the Batman does, the Joker understands. But that trust just doesn't go both ways. And though the Joker understands this too, it still hurts.

“I’m hurt.”

Batman grunts.

It isn't enough. “I trusted you. I’ve always trusted you, and what do you do?” The Joker kicks Batman in the teeth. It does nothing but make Joker’s toe ache, but he keeps doing it. The drugs have slowed Batman down. The restraints keep him still and perfectly accessible to the Joker’s shoes. “You failed.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” His voice is wheezy. The Joker holds no sympathy.

“You were Mr. Reliable! Good ol’ Batman, never kill a fly! And then, what? Did your butler die or something? Did you realize that I never really killed little JT? What was it? It's like I don't even know you anymore.” He kicks Batman once and then gives him a moment to reply.

“I didn't mean to.”

“Liar,” the Joker hisses. “You don't do anything on accident. So why?”

“I told you. It was a mistake.”

Kick. Kick, kick, kick, kick, kick.

Batman spits blood.

“We’re both mad, but I’m the one who kills people. You aren't. That’s what makes us work! That’s our zing!” He kicks Batman again. “And now? Now, there’s no zing. What am I supposed to do, Bruce? Your little bird’s nest isn’t nearly as fun. Nightwing always cracks jokes before I can. Robin’s so invested in your tech girl that I’d never get his full attention. And Todders is… Well, you know.”

Batman knows. The Joker knows that Batman knows. But there’s an itch in his skull that he needs to scratch. Everything should be laid out on the table. Nothing should be left unsaid.

“Little Jay’s a killer now too. Guess the robin doesn’t fall far from the belfry, huh?”

“Enough,” Batman growls. He jumps to his feet, hands free as frayed ropes fall away. But it doesn’t matter.

Batman grabs the Joker by the throat. Slams him against the wall.

“Go ahead, Batsy,” the Joker goads. “Go ahead and kill me. Again.”

Batman’s scowl doesn’t change, but the grip on the Joker’s throat relaxes a bit.

“Betray me all over again.” The Joker watches Batman carefully, the smile never truly fading from his lips. “I trusted you to play your part. I have always trusted you, no matter what. And now you’ve finally done it, and all you got was a slap on the wrist. You got away with the crime, but it’s your knife in my back.

“Whatever happens next, Bats, is your fault.”

Bruce wakes up with a gasp. He falls back on his pillow and cringes at the way his sweat-soaked shirt sticks to his chest.

“You didn't kill him,” Bruce tells himself. “You didn't kill him.”

But he didn't save him either. And if he was capable of saving him and he failed to…

Well, there's a fine line between failure to save and murder. Bruce isn't sure which side he falls on.

(But the Joker knows. And Batman will pay for his crime.)