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You Just Don't Get It
Summary: Padme has left the world of politics behind to be a stay-at-home mother, but a senator approaches her for help. This only creates tension between Padme and her husband.
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"Tell me," Anakin said slowly and in a lower tone, "what did you and Senator Ty'lore talk about?"
The hair on Padme's arms and the back of her neck stood on end. A chill ran through her.
"He was telling me about a vote," she said as calmly and evenly as she could and looked directly at him.
"And?"
"I told him I was no longer a senator. I then left."
She kept her gaze on his eyes.
If he already knew she had met with the senator, then he also knew the conversation hadn't been long.
He smiled. Her skin crawled seeing it. It was not the warm welcome, the playing smirk, or adoring look he had given the children. There was something twisted about it.
"I am glad that you are no longer a senator."
His words felt oily and gross, thick with hidden meaning.
She gave a small nod.
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John's Boys, Chapter 1
Relationship(s): Bonham Walker & John Winchester, Abeline Walker/Bonham Walker, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester
Tags/Warnings: Abandonment, Angst, Heavy Angst, Family Dynamics, Crossover, Alternate Universe- Canon Divergence
Summary:
After John learns the truth of what happened in the nursery that night, he can't just sit by while a monster like that roams the earth. But, he knows he can't drag his boys on a cross-country revenge trip with him. So, he calls on an old friend for a small favor. Bonham knew from the start that this wouldn't be a temporary thing. Too often, he's seen his old army friends that "just need some time" go off the deep end and never return. But he also knows that someone needs to look after John's boys if the worst happens. So he agrees to a small favor.
Written for @angstober Day 21: Abandoned
A/N: Yes this is another Walker/Supernatural crossover that has both too much and not enough thought behind it why do you ask :)))))))
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If there was one thing Bonham had learned from his time in the Marines, it was that nine times out of ten, if you got a call from an Old Army Buddy, it was usually a bad sign.
The only thing that was worse: they showed up at your front door without calling first.
When he saw John Winchester’s impala in the drive leading up to the main house, Bonham told Abby not to worry about it and that he’d handle it. It’s not that he thought John was a bad person; far from it. The man had saved his bacon more than a few times overseas. But showing up like this, out of the blue, without so much as a letter between them in years, could only mean something bad was coming.
He’d heard things through the grapevine about other members of their troop. Men disappearing to their old friends’ apartments without a note to their wives. Men leaving suicide notes in voicemails that their families wouldn’t hear until months later. Men just disappearing and relying on their friends to keep the secret.
When Bonham saw the carseats in the back of the car, his stomach dropped. This couldn’t be anything good.
“She’s dead, Bonham.” John told him. “She’s dead. The house is gone. And I can’t- I can’t just sit here when the bastard that killed her is still out there.”
“I know.” He didn’t imagine he'd be thinking differently if Abby had been taken from him like that. “But you’ve got two boys to look after. You need to think about them.”
“I’m trying to think about them,” John insisted. “I can’t- I can’t let them live in a world with that monster in it.”
“I know, John. But you gotta let the cops do their jobs. That’s what we pay taxes for. Just- You can stay here if you need a place but-”
“But I gotta get back on my feet?” John chuckled darkly. “I can’t, Bon. I-I can’t. The things I’ve seen, the things I know…. I can’t just let it go, I can’t. But…..” he sighed. “But I know I can’t bring the boys down with me.”
“John-”
“You don’t have to say yes. I’ve got other people I can ask-”
“John, you need help.”
“Why the hell do you think I’m here?!” John snapped. “I need- I need them to be safe. But I need to handle this myself and I can’t- I can’t take them with me. They don’t deserve to get pulled into this mess.”
“They don’t deserve their father to abandon them either.”
“I’m not abandoning them!” John started pacing. “I just- I need time. I know what I’m doing, I just need time. A year, maybe less. Hopefully less.”
Bonham let him get the energy out.
He shouldn’t agree to this. John needed help, not a revenge mission. Maybe he should agree on the condition John went to a therapist instead of a gun shop.
But John wouldn’t agree with it. And that wasn’t the only person he had to talk to, and he knew what Abby would say.
“Let me run it by my wife,” he said eventually. “Why don’t you bring the boys inside and we can talk?”
John’s shoulders relaxed. “Alright. Just give me a minute.”
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“Are we really thinking about this?” Abby asked him quietly. They’d retreated to the kitchen to talk while John watched his boys in the living room.
“I don’t agree with it either, Abby, but I don’t know what he’ll do if we don’t. Those boys need a home and if John won’t give it to them….”
Abby sighed. “I know, Bon, but we just had a boy ourselves in case you forgot and this hasn’t exactly been our best year….” She nervously twisted a dish towel in her hand and needlessly cleaned the counter. “How long did he say? A year?”
“He’s gonna aim for less than that but yes. But Abby….” He put a hand on her shoulder. “We have to be ready for it to be longer than that.”
She sighed and leaned into him. “I want to say yes. You know that.”
“I know.” Bonham kissed the top of his head. “If you think we can handle it, I can go buy another crib today.”
She tilted her head up for a kiss. “...Tell him we can do it. For one year. After that, he’s on his own.”
Bonham kissed her softly. “Alright. Make me a list of things we need for them and we can be set up in time for dinner.”
Abby hummed. “Find out what Dean’s favorite is and see if John will join us, would you?”
“Of course.”
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“But why do we have to stay here? Why can’t I go with you? I can help!”
John stared at his oldest son. How was he supposed to explain this to someone who wasn’t even old enough for kindergarten yet? “Dean…. This is something I have to do alone. And I need you to look after Sammy until I’m done.”
Dean swallowed hard and nodded tearfully. “O-Okay. When’re you gonna be done?”
John didn’t have an answer, so he made up one. “I’ll be back in time for your next birthday, okay? Be good for Bonham and Abby and look after Sammy for me, okay?”
Dean nodded and rubbed his eyes. “Okay. I-I can do that.” He bit his lip, then threw himself at John’s leg in a hug. “Come back soon, okay?”
“I will,” John lied. “Be good, okay?”
Dean nodded furiously, still not letting go of him. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, Dean. I love you too.”
John hugged him one last time, then got back in his car and drove away, leaving his sons in the rearview mirror.
He just needed to kill this demon. Once the demon was dead, they could be a safe, happy family again.
He wasn’t abandoning them, he just needed time.
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Abandoned
Angstober day 21
Warnings: None really apart from abandonment. Relatively the tamest one so far
The Mage tied the laces of his shoes tightly, intent on keeping the soles of his feet glass free. He crunched his way through the narrow hallways of his mother's house, empty for the past five years.
All the windows were broken, shattered by storms and intense wind. It was any wonder the house itself was still standing, or any of the others for that matter.
Taking a step outside, the mage stretched his limbs, basking in the temporary sun's rays, feeling a minor sense of peace. The locusts were quiet for now, letting him have this moment for himself.
He looked back at his little shed he called home, struggling to remember a fond moment with it. But still, he smiled, glad that the only thing he could really rely on was a house on its last leg.
No human ever really offered him a moments peace.
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Crocodile Tears
Angstober day 22
Warnings: Sabatoge
"Please! You have to believe me!" Tsuriko cried. "He's planning a coup! I saw his plans! He's not a good person!"
General Kujou looked Tsuriko up and down, showing a great amount of sympathy for the poor shrine maiden. The kitsune pointed a finger at what most considered a very trustworthy Shogunate Officer.
Tsuriko would never lie! They could trust her! Everyone thought the same thing as the poor woman cried. Soldiers surrounded the traitor, all while Tsuriko was escorted back to the Grand Narukami Shrine.
"So, what was that all about?" Guuji Yae asked, crossing her arms.
Tsuriko wiped the false tears from her eyes and sighed. "He was planning an attack on Tatarasuna. Someone very dear to me lives there."
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Tattoos on the Heart
Warnings: pet whump, captivity, body modification, noncon body modification
"You are by far the worst investment I have ever made," the Master said as they loomed over the Pet. "I don't even know what I am going to do with you."
The Pet prostrated themself at the Master's feet. "Please, Master. I beg forgiveness. I am still learning. Please."
The Pet had burnt three breakfasts, broken six crystal vases, and ripped two sets of sheets today. And it was only ten in the morning.
"You have the most rotten touch of any house Pet I have had. I want the others to know how completely useless you are!"
The Pet's heart was in their throat. "Please, Master. I will learn. I will be better. I promise!"
The Master nodded and three other pets came forward. Two held the Pet down, pinning them so well that the Pet couldn't move though they tried to buck their body. "The first mark you are to receive marks you as mine forever. The second mark marks you as completely useless. And I am having some hardware installed as well."
"PLEASE!" The Pet screeched. This couldn't be happening to them. They had to get the Master to stop.
But the Master didn't listen. They merely ordered the third pet that had come in to begin. "Start with the tattoos. We can add the dermals later."
The third pet got to work quickly, running off to grab a cart and wheel it over to the Pet. They were so efficiently pinned they couldn't get away. They heard the third pet rummaging through drawers and setting things out. A loud buzzing had the Pet's mouth running dry.
"I know you don't have any tattoos. I paid extra for unmarred skin for you. It's only fitting your first tattoo is one that I designed. You are mine forever and you will wear this mark forever."
One of the pets pinning the Pet down pinned the Pet's head, exposing the back of their neck to the tattoo gun. "Ready," they said gruffly.
The Pet squealed with pain as the tattoo gun's needle made contact with their neck. Their whole body reverberated with the needle tattooing their skin. Their world narrowed to the feeling.
"Put the rotten touch on their hands. Both hands." The Master ordered. They sounded bored. "So everyone knows how useless those hands truly are."
By the time the Pet's tattooing session had stopped, they were shaking. Their body ached. Their head ached. And most of all, they couldn't believe the Master had ordered this. That their fellow pets had done this to them.
"You know where to pierce," the Master said as they started towards the door. "I have other matters to take care of. I expect the piercings to be perfect and in place by the time I return."
The Pet swallowed. Wherever the Master wanted the piercings could not be good. But as the door slammed behind the Master and the other pets settled in, the Pet realized they were powerless to stop what was happening to them. Forever.
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Crocodile Tears
Angstober day 22
Looking around the surrounding planes, the moth clad stranger's eyes rested over a familiar figure. He smiled and waved, grabbing the person's attention.
"Oh great! You're that Rover aren't you? Please hand a poor entomologist some help. I'm trying to find my way back to Jinzhou City, but I'm afraid I live pretty far away."
The golden eyed stranger nodded and began to point out the directions to the city, all while that woman in blue gave him strange looks.
The mage met every look with a bright smile and answered every question with kind honesty. Well, about as honest as he could be with strangers given his line of work.
Once the Rover had finished, they continued on their journey, waving goodbye to the Mage. Oh that poor Rover, completely unaware of who they just spoke to.
Once the Rover's back was turned, the Mage let slip the glare in their eyes.
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Crocodile Tears
Angstober day 22
Warnings: Attempted murder
"General? What a gracious title they gave you," The Hunter of the Dark sneered. "But here you are. Going to execute me?"
Jing Yuan sighed, staring into the deep and watery eyes of his old comrade. The years had not been kind to either of them, and it was present in both their faces.
The General was sad, tired, and grieving. His friend....was insane, murderous, and quickly becoming struck with mara faster than anyone could have ever imagined.
"Are you just going to leave me here Jing Yuan?!" Kai shouted. "Going to let me rot like everyone else you ever left behind?! I'm not like them! I can still remember everything very clearly!"
Jing Yuan kept his back turned. He couldn't stay here. Any moment longer and he might just release his old friend.
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Not Qualified
Warnings: blood, wounds, gunshot wound, bleeding, hospital reference
The pounding on the door had Villain jumping. They had been fully prepared to settle in for a quiet night alone. They needed it. It had been a rough week at work and they wanted time to process and blow off steam. The door pounded again. Who could possibly be beating on their door?
Villain opened the door and frowned. Hero leaned on their door frame, one hand draped across a bleeding gunshot wound in their gut, the other braced against the door for support. "H-Hey, V-Villain."
"What do you want?" Villain felt like this could be a trap. It had to be a trap. Why else would Hero be here if not to hurt them?
"I.....I need some help."
"And I'm the person you come to? That's rich," Villain said coldly. This was definitely a trap.
Hero's face fell. They blinked heavily. "I.....I h-h-had n-n-no onnnnnnee el-el-else."
"That's not good." Villain still didn't move to admit Hero into their home. This could still be a trap. But as Hero leaned more and more on the threshold without lashing out, Villain began to suspect that Hero was telling the truth.
"Y-Yeah," Hero said weakly.
Villain could see Hero's legs wobble as they tried to support themself. "Well, fuck. I am absolutely not qualified for this shit," they gestured at Hero's bloody wound. "But I know a place where they are very discreet and can help."
"TH-Th-Thanks," Hero mumbled.
Villain pulled Hero's arm over their shoulder. "Come on. Let's go get you patched up and you can tell me all about how you ended up on my doorstep bleeding from a gunshot wound in your guts."
"Th-Th-Thanks," Hero repeated as they stumbled along with Villain.
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Safe/Unsafe
Angstober day 23
His pencil tap-tap-tapped against the notebook in his lap while he stared at the online textbook. He had about five hours before their next performance, and while everyone else was busy practicing their routines, Ovis was busy going through the online course he had signed up for.
If he couldn't get into a school for astrophysics, fine, so be it. But he'll be damned if he wasn't going to try an online school. A free class, to be specific.
He was ecstatic they had any at all.
His room's lights were dimmed, with only the light blue led lights being his source.
In this moment of peace and quiet, doing what he loved, he felt safe.
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Safe/Unsafe
Angtsober day 23
Warnings: Sense of dread
Eyes, watching from every alleyway, looking out from every rooftop, and from every keyhole. They were keeping a close watch on his every move. The stranger in the hawkmoth clothing.
If he so much as breathed out of place, those Midnight Ranger dogs would come for him. But he wasn't about to give them a reason for arrest.
So, he went about his day as normal. But those peering eyes couldn't keep their gaze off of him. Being under 24/7 surveillance was like being a rat in a cage. A moth in a glass container.
He could only wait until an opening presented itself. Then he'd find a way inside.
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Safe/Unsafe
Angstober day 23
Warnings: None
The rain pounded overhead, loudly ringing through the building the two Vishaps were huddled under. They both watched the rain from the porch, ignoring the calls from inside, telling them to come in.
Still very young, the two were not good listeners, more intent on gazing at the falling water then they were interested in bedtime.
Loud rumbles resounded in the far-off horizon, making both of the little creatures turn their heads in synchronous motions.
Then came the boom.
Shiwen squeaked, huddling closer to her brother, who also shivered in fear. He lifted his wing, allowing her to crawl underneath. Together, they rattled and shook until one of the Yakshas came out to look for them.
Sighing, Menogias picked the two of them up like a pair of mangos and brought them back inside.
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Angstober day 23 : Safe/Unsafe

Sisheng Peak was supposed to be the safest place. It was a refuge for so many people : Madam Wang, Chu Wannin, Mo Ran, all of them outcasts in some way. It was home.
It didn’t matter in the end. Both in the previous lifetime and this one, Sisheng Peak is laid to waste.
And the instigator, the mastermind behind the scene they’d been running after all this time was none other than Shi Mei. This was the person Mo Ran thought was his safe place, a place of respite against the harshness of Chu Wanning.
How wrong he had been.
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Sunrise
Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, self sacrifice, blood, wounds, threat of death, mcd, public display, betrayal
"Team Leader," Teammate One said softly. Team Leader had been slumped over in their chains for hours. The bloody, ragged wounds on Team Leader's back had clotted, but Team Leader hadn't stirred. "Team Leader," Teammate One repeated.
Team Leader groaned as they shifted. "Yes, Teammate One," Team Leader replied quietly as they blinked their eyes open. They didn't sit up, the wounds on their back far too painful for that.
"How are you feeling?" Teammate Two asked. They asked the question the entire team of ten had been wondering for the last couple of hours.
Whumper had conquered the region so swiftly and thoroughly. Had attacked and was merciless. And now ruled with an iron fist of cruelty. The team could not abide the atrocities committed by Whumper and their minions. Could not abide the oppression. And so they rose up in opposition.
Whumper had caught all eleven of them several days ago. They had been trying to take down Whumper for months and when they finally had their opening, the team took it. Whumper, however, was far more prepared than they had thought. The information they had been fed about Whumper had been a lie, and worst of all, Whumper knew too much about them. Teammate Three had been feeding Whumper information about the team, and their plan, for months.
All so Whumper could catch Team Leader and make an example of them. "You're the leader of the resistance," Whumper said as they paced in front of the kneeling Team Leader. The whole team had been restrained and forced to kneel, but Team Leader had been dragged to the front. "I'm going to make an example of you for your team."
"No matter what you do to me, Whumper, they will know what you are," Team Leader said as they thrust their chin out.
Whumper backhanded Team Leader. Team Leader listed sideways, but didn't fall over completely. "We will see how true that is. What's more, I am going to ensure your end is painful. Bloody. You will be dead by sunrise, Team Leader. I'm going to place your corpse on display so that all the world will know what happens if you defy me. Then, then your pathetic little resistance will end. And I will rule forever."
"As long as someone longs for freedom, the resistance will never end. You will be stopped, Whumper. I might not live to see it, but someone will. And when you are stopped, there will be hell to pay."
"Don't do this, Team Leader," Teammate Four hissed behind Team Leader. They cried out as a guard punched the back of their head.
Whumper stared down their nose at Team Leader. "Tell you what, if you bend knee publicly. If you renounce the resistance and support my rule, I won't torture you to death. I won't hurt a single member of your team. I'll free them all. You'll remain with me, of course, to ensure the public knows how much you and I are a team, and to keep your team from trying to continue this pitiful rebellion. Join me, Team Leader, and this all ends."
Team Leader spat on Whumper's face. "I will resist you with everything I have. I will resist you until my dying breath."
Whumper wiped the spit from their cheek. "So be it, Team Leader. Just remember, I gave you a chance."
That had been hours ago. The sun had been high when the team was dragged to Whumper's dungeon. What little light trickled in from the barred windows at the top of the walls was gone. It was dark and Whumper had been torturing Team Leader for hours. They had left to "refresh" themself before resuming the torture.
"I've.....I've definitely felt better," Team Leader said as they took a shaky breath. "It's not the worst I've experienced."
"Don't do this, Team Leader. Don't let them keep hurting you," Teammate One said as their eyes filled with tears.
"I'm doing this for you," Team Leader said wearily. The long hours of torture and blood loss were taking a toll.
"Team Leader, Whumper is going to kill you. They're going to kill you and display your body. Just agree to their terms. Please, Team Leader," Teammate Two begged.
Team Leader shook their head and hissed with pain, eyes screwing shut tightly. They took a steadying breath and opened their eyes. "I'm doing this for you. I'm doing this for all of you. I'm doing this for those who are still out there who long for freedom. I won't let Whumper win."
"But Whumper has won!" Teammate Four said incredulously. "They beat us. All of us."
"No, they haven't, Teammate Four. That's why they need me to bend knee. They can't quell the rebellion without it. They're going to use scare tactics. But they haven't won at all."
"Team Leader, you are being tortured. To death. Let Whumper hurt us for a bit. We're strong enough." Teammate One needed to convince Team Leader to take a break. They couldn't stand watching Team Leader be tortured. They were sure the rest of the team couldn't stand it either.
"I won't let whumper hurt you. Any of you. Just....just be sure to not give up hope. The night is always darkest before the dawn."
"Team Leader," Teammate Two said as tears streamed down their cheeks, "you'll be dead by dawn."
Team Leader's eyes flashed brightly. "That may be, but the cause won't be. I'm willing to lay my life down if it means whumper can be stopped."
The team would have spent more time trying to convince Team Leader to surrender, but Whumper returned. "Changed your mind? All of this can stop if you just say yes."
"Go to hell," Team Leader replied.
"That won't happen for a long while yet, Team Leader. You'll be there soon though. Unless you say yes."
"I'd rather die a thousand deaths than serve you." Team Leader glared at Whumper. Though their face was pale and sweaty, their anger was strong. Their rage was a fire burning beneath the exhaustion and it would not go out.
"So be it, Team Leader. So be it." Whumper said as they nodded to their minions. "I did try to warn you."
Team Leader cried out with pain as they were dragged and pinned on their back, their wounds grating against the ground. "This is going to be fun breaking your spirit. I wonder how long it will be before your body gives out after I break your spirit."
"Hurt me!" Teammate Four begged. "Hurt me, please, Whumper!"
Whumper gave a wicked smile. "What do you think, Team Leader? Should I give you a longer break and test my blades out on Teammate Four?"
"Your issue is with me, Whumper," Team Leader growled. "Take it up with me. Not my team."
"Your wish is my command," Whumper said as they selected a particularly vicious looking blade.
Teammate One lost track of time as they watched Whumper torture Team Leader. Lost track of everything. Listening to Team Leader's hisses of pain, their cries and screams, was all that Teammate One was aware of. They couldn't stand it. But the more and more the team begged Whumper to hurt them instead of Team Leader, the more and more Whumper hurt Team Leader.
It was only as light crested through the windows at the top of the dungeon that Team Leader realized how much time had passed. Sunrise. They had made it to sunrise. And still, Whumper did not relent.
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It was still early as the team was hauled into the town's square. The air was still chill and crisp though the sun had risen enough to chase away all the shadows of the night before. They were shackled to one another, some shivering in the chill air. Others shivered with something else. All of them were bruised and tearful. They had failed. Whumper had won. They had all failed.
They were led up to a stage. "Leave them down there," Whumper said as they marched up the steps. "Chain them to the base so all can see them still."
Teammate One offered no resistance as their arm was chained to the base. They didn't care. They had failed. Whumper had won. They bowed their head in shame as the town square began to fill with people. The entire team averted their gaze. None of them wanted to see the next part.
Teammate One couldn't hear anything over the ringing in their ears as the cart that had been behind all of them was pulled forward. Couldn't see anything over the blood staining the wood. Couldn't feel anything as their body went numb. And they couldn't breathe as they watched two minions drag Team Leader up the steps to the stage.
Team Leader's body hung limply between the minions, their chin lolling to their chest. Their still bound wrists were in front, jostling with each step. The slowly forming crowd gawked at the display as the leader of the resistance was dragged up onto the stage.
"Put them there," Whumper ordered dryly.
Team Leader was dragged away from view, though Teammate One's imagination supplied what they knew was happening. They knew that the minions dragged Team Leader to the pole in the center of the stage. They heard them drop Team Leader's body. They could almost see Team Leader lay in the heap, their blood staining the wood panels of the stage. They could hear the chains being attached to the pole and Team Leader hoisted up. They could see the horror on the faces in the crowd. And they heard the gasps as Team Leader was completely revealed.
Team Leader had bled out not long before the sun had completely risen, though Teammate One wasn't certain if it was the blood loss or the final wound that killed Team Leader. Their body was littered with with cuts and wounds, knife hilts jutting out from their sides and thighs. If it weren't for the knife buried in Team Leader's chest, Teammate One would have Team Leader was asleep, their features lax and eyes closed. But they knew better.
"Take note," Whumper said as they ripped the knife from Team Leader's chest, "my citizens, of what will happen if you fight me. Take note," Whumper stabbed Team Leader in the stomach and pulled the knife out again, "my citizens, of what is in store if you do not accept my rule. The rebellion is dead. It has died with Team Leader here." Whumper pinched Team Leader's cheek and shook Team Leader's head for emphasis. "Resistance is futile. Bow down and you may yet live and have a good life."
The team, though I hadn't stopped sobbing since Whumper had stabbed Team Leader one last time, sobbed harder as they watched everyone they had worked to save bend knee. Everyone that Team Leader had faith in. Everyone that was now swearing allegiance to Whumper. The rebellion was, indeed, dead.
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@angstober 2024- Day 19; Tear-Stained Cheek
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Summary:
Excerpt for "Final Piece" (The Last Unicorn retelling) Late night revelations show the repercussions of the day
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Characters: Galen- Last Unicorn Galen's mate (mentioned)- Lir Lir's father (mentioned)- King Haggard
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Word count: 213
Lír PoV
It was late, very late, by the time Lír and his father finished talking. He never did get to ask what to do after Galen and his fight. But part of him feared what may happen if he admitted having issues keeping his partner happy. Would Galen be hauled away for treatments again? He’d been off for days when that happened before. No, Lír could fix this on his own.
Quietly, he opened the door to their room. It was dark, Galen’s soft breathing the only sound he could hear in their private space. Closing the door as gently as he could, his eyes adjusted to the soft light of the window. He was able to see his partner now, curled up in the center of their bed.
After hesitating a moment, he went over to him, sitting down on the bed to lean over Galen. As he was about to kiss his forehead, Lír stopped. There were dried tear tracks on his mate’s cheeks.
His heart clenched. He did that. Those were Lír’s fault. He was the one to cause Galen’s pain.
Pulling back, he set up his temporary bed on the floor again. They could talk in the morning. Or later. It was probably better that he gave Galen some space.
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Do Better
Summary: Anakin Skywalker, famous general of the Rebellion, goes to visit his twins on Tatooine only to learn they have run away.
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Beru placed both hands flat on the counter and took a deep breath.
"What's wrong?" he asked. He opened himself up to the Force, but sensed nothing and no one. Despite that, he had a bad feeling. "Did something happen? Are the twins alright? Owen?"
She finally turned to face him. Her brows were creased in worry and sorrow. Goosebumps ran up Anakin's flesh arm.
"Where are the twins?" he asked. When she didn't respond right away, he snapped at her. "Where are they?"
"I don't know," she said.
"What . . . what do you mean you don't know? Did– did someone take them? Do you know who?"
"They ran away."
Anakin's mouth hung open. Words dried up on his tongue as he wrapped his mind around what she had said.
"Ran away?" he finally asked. "How do you know that's what happened? Are you sure they weren't taken?"
"They left a message," Beru said. She sounded very tired.
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Dark Sunrise
Angstober day 24
Warnings: Mild spoilers for Castlevania Nocturn
The Night Creature's head tilted upwards, the eclipsing moon reflecting in his eyes. His wings itched as he saw the abundance of vampires flooding out of that unholy castle.
The Creature lifted itself off the ground with large flaps, taking out the flying vermin one by one. His large beak cracked and snapped as it opened and pierced his prey.
The vampires shrieked in terror trying to dodge his attacks, but all were futile. The Creature was much too large and fast for them to be able to stop the bloodshed.
The Creature yelled and roared, its voice like that of a thousand tortured souls. They would not survive the eclipse.
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