#like knives fanfiction

[jonsa1]

Like Knives | Chapter 100

Rating: explicit for Mature Content 18+ only (especially for this chapter.)

@pedrostories @vivian-pascal @whichwitchwanda

[lost-technology]

SEEDS Security Codes and Why They Matter

So, I've been thinking about one of the details in Trigun: Stampede that was not present in either '98 or the manga. In '98, Knives just hacking into the SEEDS codes was left as-is. He walked up to Captain Joey and shot him and apparently took his pilot's seat. Did the Captain have the navigation open at the time? Was it closed and Knives had to do some hacking? Anyway, there, he did it on his own. Now, in Trigun Maximum, which treats Vash and Knives' childhood differently (just Rem there raising them), there is a foreshadowing of what is to come. In Volume 6, Rem is depicted waking up to an emergency signal in the middle of her sleeping-hours. (Aw, she sleeps in her regular clothes, mom-jeans and all...). Panicked, she yells at Knives for him and Vash to lock themselves in their rooms and not to come out or speak up for ANY reason, even if they hear voices outside. She tries to handle the situation, but it goes from bad to worse and the automatic crew-wakening protocol goes into effect, which she is very concerned about (for reasons that we who have read the manga know about)!

In the beginning of Volume 7 the crew wakes up, there's a situation-update. The ships are going off-course and will collide if things are not corrected. They're working through the issues and suddenly, there's an unknown factor that kicks in to correct the course. Rem then gets the crew all settled back in again for nappy-time... And proceeds immediately to Vash and Knives, where she scolds Knives with (Rem's angry mom-face, my beloved)! Knives was playing around with the ship codes and systems. He'd apparently hacked his way into the system and was curious about SEEDS' functions. (One would assume that Rem changed some of the codes after this, but I bet they were in some kind of hacking-war, with her trying to stay one step above curious Plant-twins). Knives did not mean to nearly cause a catastrophe, but this shows that he can and is a foreshadowing to when he DOES mean to cause one later. Now, in Trigun Stampede, it is stated by Nai / Knives that Vash gave him the ship-codes, also that he spent a lot of time and trouble changing the codes for every human ship. (The manga lists the ship they are born on as the Mothership, presumably guiding the entire fleet, in Stampede, it is just Ship 5, which implies multiple guides with multiple navigators). I am wondering where Studio Orange is going with this. Will it be a situation like the manga where the kids are just playing around? Little prank-war with Rem? Maybe Vash is sharing a ship code innocently, as part of their games? Or is it going to be darker, more sinister? I wonder if Vash was originally of the thought of "maybe we need to crash the ships and kill all humans (except Rem) because they're scary and dangerous because of what happened to Tesla" and then had a change of heart and backed out of it? - I can see that happening... him having his cathartic alone-time with Rem as in the manga and then talking things out with Nai and thinking that they weren't going to go through with it. And then Nai betrays him. I've been wondering about the guilt Vash carries over the Big Fall in Stampede. Is it an unnecessary, undue guilt like he seems to have about a lot of things? Or is there a guilt born from "I had originally planned disaster / we had originally planned disaster" and it came true even after he'd backed out? It's just that... in both '98 and Maximum, he does carry his cross (that is not Wolfwood's), but he seems to feel less specifically guilty over this (the Big Fall). He's really more like "Knives, how could you do this to everyone / Rem?!" He just seems more guilt-ridden in Stampede than in the other media and I am wondering if there is a dark secret behind it. I can see it going either way.

[watchyourbuck]

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alright so I kinda wanna apologize bc I assumed I’d be able to have the next Murder Husbands chap by today but it was an eventful weekend and I’m so burnt out😭 I’m so very sorry, but pls, enjoy a snippet (although im not sure it’ll stay in the chapter I’m currently writing). again, I’m sorry I’ll do better!!!

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“Did you just shoot me?” Eddie asked, looking up from the gracing wound, slight pain going up and down his forearm. “Did you just fucking shoot me?”

The man heaved in pain, a thread of saliva going down his chin. He had tears in the corners of his eyes; blood gushing out of the stump. He should black out any second now. Still, an amused little grin pulled at the corners of his lips.

“What the fuck happened?”

Through the door stormed an angry Buck, glancing from the victim, to Eddie, to the wall behind him, where a bullet was incrusted in the concrete.

“Asshole just shot me,” he said, looking at his hand. There was some blood smeared across his palm. “Barely missed.”

Buck’s eyes darkened. He swiftly unhooked his knife — when did he even hook it? — and flicked it into the air, spinning it with controlled precision. “Your luck just ran out.”

Eddie had to force himself in place as he watched the blade pierce the man’s skin.

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[orcelito]

ok I don't think we as a fandom talk about the way Vash cries blood enough

we only see it once or twice from what I remember, the one definite time being here ^ when the puppet attack first begins & he's dealing with the emotional agony of seeing so many of his family turn into puppets.

so it's clearly something that comes out only when he's in severe emotional distress.

the interesting thing is that Wolfwood is fucking TERRIFIED of him bc of it.

whatever this moment is, Vash is giving off the same sort of oppressive energy that Wolfwood's experienced with Knives. it's the first time during their travels that he's really been forced to recognize What Vash Is. he knew it of course, saw him in Jeneora, but he's such a goofy guy it's easy to forget.

but whatever Vash is doing here, it makes Wolfwood Incredibly aware of what he is.

so the real question i think is What exactly is going on here? is it unintentional? is it simply a response to the emotional agony?

Vash isn't the type to indiscriminately terrify everyone in the vicinity on purpose. he wouldn't be doing this purposefully out of anger while Wolfwood's there. no, in this moment, he's not even angry at all. he's Distraught.

going from This

to this

in just a moment.

yeah. that's some fucking emotional agony. i dont think Vash is doing this entirely on purpose.

but THEN...

as both Leonof and Wolfwood stare at him in fear, Both feeling his oppressive energy, Vash then lets out some sort of blast that blows against everything between him and Leonof. it doesn't destroy anything, doesn't even injure him, but it's a physically tangible effect that scares the Shit out of Leonof & spurs him into motion.

there may be some anger involved in this moment, but it's not the hair-trigger rage you would expect from seeing his family turned into puppets. it's something Quiet, something almost cold. he's distraught, Resigned, & retaliating just because he has to.

Vash hates all of this. he doesn't want to fight him. he fucking Knows this guy too, knew him as a kid, & none of this makes sense. but he knows that he needs to fight him, & doesn't have any kind of choice.

but he's not happy about it. not in the slightest.

[yourneighborhoodneighbor]

and you're always free to begin again ch5

(masterpost to my fics while ao3 is down) AO3

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fic under the cut

previous chapter

From the moment he had come to live at the manor, everyone could see that Damian did everything to perfection. If he did not know something he learned, and he would not drop it until he was the best. There had only ever been one exception.

After his eleventh birthday had passed—a terrible experience for everyone involved, what with everyone trying to celebrate and the birthday boy doing his best to get away and threatening everyone with bodily harm should they continue with their well wishes and congratulatory attempts—he had declared the grand piano in one of the manor rooms was to be fine tuned and readied for use.

Bruce had complied with his demand, probably feeling the same confusion everyone else did, since it did not seem to be in character for Damian to ask for something like that, not that they would deny him a less violent hobby. A teacher had been gotten, and bets placed on how soon the youngest of the brood would have them running away.

To everyone's immense surprise, Damian had taken the classes for two days before declaring himself done after the teacher had left. Left calmly, that is, not chased away. Bruce had asked if he would play for them, but Damian had vehemently refused. Upon teasing from the rest of the batkids about not even him being able to learn how to play an instrument that fast, Damian had furiously declared he wished to learn no more, and did not need to.

Things had settled after that, the family learning that Damian would—if grudgingly—accept birthday celebrations the day before or after his actual birthdate, but preferred to be alone, with some very few exceptions for Alfred, on the day of. They had also come to their nickname deal, everyone stating which nicknames were off-limits, and which ones could be used for teasing, which coupled with Damian's—unexpectedly but welcomely emotional— statement about seeing all of them as siblings and family now, had lowered tensions exponentially.

Things were good now, and the family had never been better.

Tim found himself thinking about all of this as he walked through the hallways towards the kitchen in search of a snack and some black tea with milk (since he had restricted access to coffee now and was only allowed caffeine in the form of tea, most of the time). Today was the brat's birthday, so  everyone in the house had cleared schedules (in case Damian decided he wanted some company or help for once) and nothing to actually do, since, as usual, Damian was nowhere to be found (though Tim was certain Alfred knew his exact location, and Cass probably only didn't know out of respect, not for a lack of ability to track him down in seconds).

After getting his snack and drink, he decided to wander around aimlessly through the manor, seeing if something caught his eye so he might entertain himself.

About half an hour and most of his tea later, he almost dropped his bottle (sue him, carrying his tea in a bottle was easier than a cup) out of sheer surprise.

He was in one of the far wings of the manor, a place that usually only housed visitors (the less wanted kind, the Bruce Wayne Rich Guy socially expected kind) and was therefore pretty much never visited by the family. What he heard made him glad he had both decided to wander around and also not wear his headphones to listen to music or a podcast or evidence.

A few notes of piano, as if someone was just slowly going through the notes in order so as to test the keys, could be heard through a door.

Tim could not believe his ears. In all the years since Damian's short stint with a piano teacher, no one, not even Cass or Alfred or Bruce, had ever heard him play. They had all assumed he had simply not liked it, something that was later further evidenced (or so they had thought) by the youngest brother finding a love for painting with various mediums, something he had put hours of work and effort into (to amazing results, his little brother could draw and paint like nobody's business!).

Which brought him back to his almost dropped bottle of tea. Only years of stalking vigilantes and then being a vigilante himself saved his bottle from perishing (and, admittedly, himself as well, for Damian would surely not like being discovered during his yearly birthday escapade).

As the notes on the piano started sounding more like a specific song and not just warm up notes, Tim decided to take a risk and look at what his brother was doing. He quickly slipped into the neighbouring room and slipped one of the windows of the room Damian was in a smidge open, just enough to be able to see and hear clearly.

Out of years of habit, both pre and post joining the family, he slips his phone out (sadly the only camera he has on hand) and begins filming.

He almost immediately drops his phone.

Not only is Damian actually playing the piano, like, for real, he is also starting to sing.

Tim is glad Alfred made all of them become healthier both in their food and drink intake as well as their sleep schedule years ago, or he might genuinely think he is hallucinating right now.

Luckily, his phone (and precariously perched body) remains undropped, and he can take in the scene while Damian continues playing and singing like his very soul depends on it, like he might just lose anything and everything he has ever cared for if he does not deliver the best and most emotional performance to his audience of an empty room (and Tim, not that he knows it).

Or…

Perhaps he is playing like has already lost everything once.

Feeling a bit guilty at that thought about spying on the kid on the one day a year he asks to not be disturbed completely, he steels himself and keeps on filming, taking the time to also look at the other things that can be found in the room, particularly things close to Damian.

If he knows what is hurting his brother, maybe he can help him.

He notices a small table next to the piano, holding, interestingly enough, a roll of toilet paper[1] , a water bottle, what seems to be a chocolate milkshake with extra whipped cream and sprinkles, as well as what he could only assume to be some type of sheathed twin weapons, though he had never seen any like them before. The pattern and colouring of the weapons seemed similar to Damian's League uniform and the scabbard of his katana, mainly black with golden designs on them.

Tim is jolted out of his musings for the unexpected items on the table by his subconscious informing him that he actually recognizes the song Damian is playing.

The thought of purposefully throwing himself off the side of the manor and hitting the floor just to make sure he is actually awake and not on drugs passes through Tim's mind.

It's a Barbie song.

It's a Barbie song from the only Barbie movie Damian refused to watch that one time, after declaring himself as acknowledging the rest of them as family (and apologizing for his delay on it), that he himself had expressed interest in a Barbie movie marathon (much to Dick and Jason's delight). It had taken them days to make their way through all of them, old and new, with the exception of one movie.

Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper.

Mother of all shits.

Tim feels like he is collecting pieces of a puzzle, what with the piano playing, the song from the missing Barbie movie, the things on the table, he just doesn't know what the hell he is building yet.

Invested now more than he already was at the beginning, he checks himself to make sure he is still properly hidden, not wanting to be seen now that the song is coming to an end.

For a few minutes, there's silence, broken only by Damian's breathing, which seems to be too controlled to mean anything other than a swell of emotions he is just barely keeping a lid on.

Suddenly, the quiet is broken by a breath coming out more forcefully than the rest.

It seems to be the dam breaking, as more of those hard breaths—sobs, his little brother is sobbing— follow, accompanied quickly after by a cascade of tears.

Like a puppet with its strings cut, Damian sags, dropping the carefully straight posture he had been trying so hard to keep, hunching over the now closed piano with his face buried in his hands.

Tim has never wanted to hug his brother so bad. He stays put, though. He knows making himself known now will just wreck things, whatever may be going on. He has to wait, to compile more evidence, to learn what damn puzzle he is even trying to solve.

Almost half an hour passes, Tim barely able to hold on the face of Damian's screams and wails, full of pain Tim knows he hardly ever, if ever, lets anyone see. The younger boy's full body shakes subside, his head rising once again, revealing a blotchy face full of tears and snot.

The purpose of the toilet paper makes itself known as Damian grabs it and promptly cleans his face and blows his nose, afterwards taking a few gulps of the water bottle.

Taking a few more deep breaths to finish calming down, he then grabs the milkshake and drinks it. Once finished, he sets the glass down, wipes his hands on his pants, and grabs the weapons.

Flipping them open reveals the coolest set of butterfly knives[2]  Tim has ever seen. He didn't even know such a weapon existed.

He brings the opened blades up to his forehead and closes his eyes, moving them to his chest after a few seconds before finally closing them and setting them on his lap.

He looks out the windows in front of him, overlooking the manor gardens, and speaks.

“I asked father for a telescope and some glow in the dark stars this year. You can't really see the stars from Gotham, but I will map them all for you regardless and accurately copy them on my ceiling.” He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes again, his grip on the blades tightening. “Wherever you are, I hope  you can see the stars, and the entire universe, Danyal.”

Tim is too busy adding these pieces to his mental puzzle to freak out over this person Damian seems to know.

“Chocolate milkshakes are better than we ever imagined, you would have loved them,” the youngest continued, opening his eyes again. His face seems calmer.

Okay, so, whoever it is, they're dead, got it.

“You would have loved this life as a whole, I think. We have many brothers, and a sister, and a grandfather and, of course, a father. I know you never had much interest in a man you had never met, but maybe you would have liked him too. They are all… so nice,” he says, a small, genuine but somewhat bitter smile making its way into his face.

And wow, Tim didn't think the kid admitted that out loud, usually only with attempts at nice gestures and a whole lot of glaring to accept the love.

“It is nothing like the League here. I am safe here, and I am happy. It took me a while to be able to be, but I was not left alone or punished throughout it. I like it here. I like it here a lot. I believe, I… hope, that would have been the case with you as well.”

Was that a tear in Tim's eye? No, shut up, what are you talking about, it's just a speck of dust, nevermind that Alfred keeps the manor spotless somehow. Focus on the fact it sounds like Damian had a brother before joining the family instead, that's more important.

Damian stands up with the blades in his hands, giving one last look out the windows towards the sky.

“Happy birthday, Dany. I miss you. I wish you the best,” are his last words before turning and leaving the room.

Tim is left reeling.

Quickly stopping the video on his phone (fucking shit, he even forgot he was filming), he makes his way back into the manor.

He starts laying out the facts as he understands now, racking his brain for more things that may fit into this strange puzzle Damian just unknowingly showed him.

So, a list. Tim can make lists.

Damian plays the piano, potentially only the one song, given how short his venture with a teacher was.

Damian has some form of attachment to Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper, potentially something that makes him feel very vulnerable, given his reluctance to watch it with the rest of them.

He had a brother. Before joining the family. Given he was wishing him a happy birthday, it was probably a twin (hecking shit!).

Said twin is dead, and died before Damian left the League (potential reason why he left in the first place???).

Damian used to lose his shit at having anyone call themselves his brother, so, potentially, the loss was recent, at the time of Damian's arrival.

He hates being called Dami, Dick said he has even cried about it. Probably what his brother called him, given his use of Dany just now.

Damian did not like to be celebrated on his birthday, possibly because he could not share the celebrations with the aforementioned and just discovered dead brother

Damian felt happy and safe here and wishes his brother could have been happy and safe too.

The twin used to own the sickest ass blades Tim has ever seen.

Conclusion:

What. The. Fuck.

Damian had a twin brother?! Who was dead?! And he never told anyone?!

Okay. Okay. Tim could be rational. He could think things through. He had a reputation in the family for planning to the point of almost insanity. He was not going to immediately spill the beans on Damian. That would be very rude. He knew that. Of course he knew that.

…

Okay, he was definitely going to tell Dick, but only because he felt Dick would be able to help!

But for real, they needed to help Damian. This was obviously weighing on him, and Tim could see why. He could not even imagine the pain of losing a brother like that. Dick would.

Collecting his tea bottle and armed with a video of the last however long, he made his way back to the family side of the manor, mind set on finding a way to help his little brother. (And maybe also ask to see those super cool blades, but that was for later). Even if it got him a katana to the face.

(the butterfly blades i mean here, here, and a vid)

i am not updating on tumblr anymore, but the story continues on AO3! find it right here

[running-with-kn1ves]

What's ur favorite yandere type?

Not sure why but I had SUCH a hard time trying to answer this-- I dont think I could choose! One of the few types I find comfort in and love to write though, are the needy, touchy and delusional yanderes. They're kind of stereotypical in that they're complete lovebugs, who cant help but put themselves flush against you at night, obsessed with making you feel good and cant help but latch themselves onto you despite your crying and kicking. They bury their head into your shoulder when rutting against you, murmuring your name and sweating as they think of how youre finally in their grasp. You're finally theirs. They're on the submissive side, being easy to manipulate if you play your cards right, but they're incredibly prone to reacting out if you betray them

But I'm also obsessed with the silent, dominant type!!😭 the ones who hardly speak, who use their actions to demand rather than their words. The only time you can tell what they're thinking is when you catch them off guard, or they're in a heated moment with you in their grasp. Otherwise, their thoughts are surrounded by a metal dome that makes it impossible to know what they're feeling. They often catch you in warm kisses and rough shoves against the wall which never mean to harm-- its just that their love and obsession have been trapped inside for so long that they cant help bit release it in extremes. They are incredibly territorial and often kidnap their darling very early, but dont have the courage to indulge themselves until they cant take it anymore. But they're trying to be more open-- and you can see it in the way they have tender moments, the ways that they open up a bit more, saying a few more words than usual, and their efforts to be gentle despite what their instincts tell them.

[eomma-jpeg]

chapter 34 - i'll see you in the meadow

When Milly awoke, it was slowly and reluctantly.

It was hardly morning; she wondered if Meryl was even up preparing breakfast yet. The suns were rising, but they weren’t high enough in the sky to cast beams through the windows, only illuminating with what light could leak over the dunes. The room was barely lit, not that Milly had bothered with looking around. 

She was perfectly content to continue laying in bed, eyes too heavy to fully open. It was so warm as she snuggled with the pillow laid on her chest. She hummed and pressed her face closer, feeling his hair against her lips and between her fingers.

Milly’s eyes opened wide. 

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well. we've made it, unbelievably. i honestly cant believe this monster came out of my brain and was able to be conveyed with words.

without further ado, pls enjoy the final chapter of in the meadow

[slothpoth]

*writes a soft moment*

“Aw”

*immediately has it ruined by an argument*

“And now it’s canon :3”

[itstimeforstarwars]

All of my poems are about grief except for the ones about knives except for when the knife IS the grief and then. Well then you are at the bottom of a pit with nothing but a knife.

[babyjakes]

how much he likes it. [blurb.]

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summary | ransom reminds you how much he adores having you as his baby girl.

pairing | daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader

warnings | ohboy. ddlg (daddy!ransom little!reader), age gap, ransom loving the age gap, smUt!, ransom “railing the shit” out of reader (unprotected), crying, choking, spitting, slight!mocking/degredation, praise kink

word count | 364

requested by anon | blurb for daddy ransom railing the shit out of his younger little after she doubts if she’s good/old enough for him?

an | thanks for the first smutttt request of the night friend! i’ve missed writing depraved ransom so this was good to get out of my system lol, hope you enjoy!!!!

“Daddy!” you cry out, unable to contain your sobs and heaves as Ransom pounds into your aching cunt, strong hands hooking around your hips to hold you in place.

It was an honest mistake; you had no intention of making him this upset, getting him this riled up. But after months of crippling insecurities building within you of not being enough for him- of being too little, in more ways than one, you simply couldn’t help it; you slipped. You asked Ransom if he wished you were older, more of a woman and less of a young girl.

And this was his way of answering you.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Feel how deep I am inside you?” he grunts, the firm head of his cock ramming repeatedly against your cervix as you struggle to keep your eyes open. “Oh no you fucking don’t,” he spits, grabbing you by the throat to hold your head up, his gaze locking with yours. “Eyes on me, pretty girl. You keep your eyes on Daddy when he fucks you, you understand me?”

“Y-yes, please!” you sputter, incredible pressure building inside you as Ransom’s rock hard length scrapes against your inner walls, every part of him hitting every part of you in the most agonizingly pleasurable way possible.

“‘Yes’ what?” he smirks, his fingers tightening around your throat as you let out a squeal, the lack of oxygen only intensifying the relentless burn between your legs.

“Y-yes, Daddy! Yes, Daddy!” you sob, tears spurting from your eyes as yet another orgasm is forced from your writhing body.

“Yeah, that’s it. Cum for me baby, you show Daddy how good he makes you feel. You like being my little princess, sweetheart? Like being Daddy’s precious little angel?”

“Y-yes, Daddy- please, I-I-”

“Shhh,” he shushes, spitting down on your core before guiding his free hand up to run two slick fingers over your throbbing clit. A mangled cry escapes you, but Ransom only grins wider, savoring the sight of your mascara running down your cheeks as you cry like a baby for him. “Let me show you how much I like it too, dollface. Seems like you’ve been in need of some reminding.”

[multifanderwrites]

Sneak Peek of a conversation in The Mixiverse Version of The Last Jedi

(Like the nerdy Star Wars fan that he is, Harry eagerly approaches Luke. This a dream come true for the Jewish wizard… and who can blame him [stfu. He deserves this, okay?! The past year has been absolutely shitty for him! You Know Who may be back… but Luke Skywalker is definitely back. Fuck you, JKR, and fuck you, JJ Abrams! For two completely separate reasons, but fuck you both nonetheless!]. Harry waits for a beat before he taps on his childhood hero’s shoulder. The minute Luke turns around… Harry freezes. And then…) *it’s giving “can you sign my bow? You’re kind of my favorite Avenger”* [totally not foreshadowing anything. I’m totally not foreshadowing anyone] “Hi.”

(Luke doesn’t know who this child is… but maybe that’s fine) “Hi.”

“Um…” (Glancing at Dorothy, then back to Luke) *awkward Dan Radcliffe noises* “… I’m Harry Potter. I’m a really big fan.”

(The so called Last Jedi [cuz he’s not actually the last Jedi, but that’s a whole other story. 😉] offers his right hand) “Luke Skywalker.”

(Harry is so star struck that he doesn’t realize he’s touching a metallic hand) “Yes, you are.” (That is, until he looks down… but it doesn’t bother him) “Oh my god. I’m touching your cybernetic hand.”

[mark, don’t break character] (re: lightning scar) “What happened to your face?”

(A beat before Harry realizes that his scar is visible to his favorite character) “Oh. That. Um… uh, that’s a long story. But, er, short version? A genocidal, fascist dark wizard killed my parents when I was one. That same night, he tried to kill me with a killing curse, which bounced off of me because my mum used love to protect me before she died. I got this scar from the curse.” (Tough beat) “And he’s actually back now, so… it’s been rough.” [I mean, personally, I wouldn’t sugarcoat it like that, but hey. It’s whatever] “This helps though.”

(Dorothy grins as she tells her nephew…) “You’re kind of his hero.”

(Luke laughs softly, then sees Rey and Leia sitting together. He knows that his daughter needs him. So, he pats his new friend’s shoulder as he walks away, telling him…) “Well, take it easy, Harry Potter.”

(The Boy Who Lived is unable to process what just happened… and for the first time in a while, he’s glad of it) [it better be giving George Lucas and not someone else. Fuck that someone else] “Thank you… for your service.”

[jonsa1]

Like Knives | Chapter 85

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[mintberries]

to stay by your side | 7k

Raised as an omega in a brothel that kicked him out the moment he presented as an alpha, he’s rescued from an unsavory situation by Prince Nai Saverem. Gifting him with his name and a new life as his personal servant, Legato Bluesummers devotes his life to the prince and his royal family.

Raised as alphas, primed to share the throne as twin kings, nobody expected either of the royal Saverem twins to present as an omega until the first born was deep into his first heat, just weeks before their coming of age ceremony.

Unable to understand his own instincts and listen to his inner omega, Prince Nai becomes increasingly ill-tempered, especially during his heat cycle.

Legato does his best to help his prince, his savior. After all he’s the only one who can truly understand him, raised to listen to instincts he’ll never have.

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[watchyourbuck]

Fuck It Friday 🎧

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here’s another snippet of murder husbands! it’s coming along nicely, I still think I might be able to have it for Sunday 🦢 prev snippet here

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Buck smiled sinisterly, tightening the garrote around Army’s neck. The man struggled under him, pulling at the wire with his bare hands, while his feet dangled desperately. “Give it up,” Buck whispered.

He crammed both ends of the garrote into his right hand, pulling the left one up from behind him to stop him from loosening the grip.

“I said give it up.”

The bracelet vibrated two times. The device was in place. He smirked, twisting the wire until the man’s face relaxed, collapsing against him and then sliding down onto the floor. Buck’s arms held him from under his pits, letting his head fall silently.

He breathed heavily, tapping two times back on the bracelet, then kneeled down next to the body. His fingers tugged at the man’s sleeves, pulling his wrist in. Fuck. He wasn’t dead.

The machine Army was working on made a roaring sound. Buck lifted his head. A tap on his bracelet.

Boom.

His fingers worked diligently, pulling one of the guns out of the holster, and taking the safety off.

The car alarm blasted. His ears perked up. Take it, take it, take it. He heard voices, coming from somewhere around him. Outside the room, but how far exactly? He tapped on the bracelet. Nothing.

“C’mon, Eddie,” he mumbled, standing up and grabbing the man’s foot.

Click. The power went off.

Buck moved fast, dragging the man across the room, behind the bigger machine. He let his leg fall with a thud. There was no time. He took the gun, and-

Where the fuck was the silencer?

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[yuhi-san]

Observations and subjective perceptions

Chapters: 12/20

Fandom: Trigun Stampede

Rating: Teen up

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Meryl Stryfe & Vash the Stampede, Vash the Stampede & Millions Knives, Meryl Stryfe & Millions Knives, Vash the Stampede & Nicholas D. Wolfwood, background relationships

Characters: Meryl Strife, Vash the Stampede, Millions Knives, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Milly Thompson

Additional Tags: (re)building relationships, Self-Discovery, Friendship, facing uncomfortable truths, learning to compromize, Pre-Relationship, Vash's complicated relationship with food, Meryl's Hazardous driving, Angst and Humor, POV Third Person, POV Alternating, Somewhat Unreliable Narrator, as in Meryl and Knives interprt things very differently, minor characters cameo, lots of 98 easter eggs, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Pining, Character Study, Vash the Stampede has prosthetic legs, Introspection

Summary: Two years after the destruction of July, Vash finds himself facing his brother once again. Everything was different this time around and in a desperate plea Vash manages to convince Knives to give him ten years to show him the good and kindness in the world. With no real plan and burdens he could never shed, Vash stumbles along his path to prove to Knives that humanity was worth believing in. There are people determined to help him but that comes with its own can of worms.

Showing someone the good sides of life was easier said than done, especially when most of your companions have some kind of violent and horrible history with each other, and plans of their own.

--- A good compromise is if everyone agrees that no one is happy about it.

Chapter Summary:

Tensions are starting to boil over and when Knives shoots two men in cold blood, he is really pushing the limits of Vahs’s tolerance.

The one comment about Vash 'an enemy is just a friend i haven't worn down yet' attitude was inspired by this comic by @candymeltzart although sadyl i couldn't make the entier joke work. which is a shame because it is hilarious.

[running-with-kn1ves]

No flippin way we almost have 5k followers!! thats more people than I've ever heard of in my life man. What would yall want for a 5k special???? I'll do p much anything to show my gratitude (in moderation, ya filthies) but I have no clue what you do to comemorate these kinds of things.