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im not shipping the people, im shipping the characters and still there is absolutely no smut. please dont get mad at me for shipping im sorry i read too much fanfic im very much so noticing that it looks way longer in notes app than it does here so mb mb
headcannons-
wemmbu is a ender dragon hybrid. endborn.
flame is a blaze hybrid, netherborn.
important characters have connections to other important characters
Wemmbu's POV:
Gambit is at 3 durability, and Crucible isn't much better. Flame is being swarmed at the ground and there's nothing I can do, we aren't going to win this.
I swoop down, holding my hands out for Flame to grab.
"What-?" Flame asks as I fly near him.
"I can't mace, grab my hands!" I yell, nearing him and the swarm.
Maybe I could blame it on being tired, or that my vision is still blurry from all the invis potions I was using, but I didn't notice the chungie who saw me flying down, and raised his sword, and sliced my left wing open.
My eyes widen as pain flows through my body.
I scream as the sword jabs the bone of my wing. Frantically, I flap my wings trying to stay airborn, each movement causing my wing to erupt in pain.
Lettuce walks over holding a bow.
"Well well well... it seems as though you are in a bit of a predicament Wemmbu," he says happily. "I'm not going to kill you though, just need to immobilize you!"
"No-!" Flame yells angrily as Lettuce notches an arrow and aims for my right wing.
Black dots dance around my vision, and there's nothing I can do as the arrow flies towards me and hits true.
I frantically try to flap my wings, but I can no longer stay up. Not wanting to land by Lettuce, I drop down next to Flame, and for some reason he grabs me before I topple over.
"This is a bit of a predicament, huh?" I say my voice pained.
"Fuck you bro," Flame responds angrily. Or maybe he's worried. I can't really tell.
Lettuce laughs, and his Lawmen move apart as he walks towards us.
You can still go Flame, you can make it. I whisper to Flame.
Shut the fuck up bro. He whispers back.
"You two are coming with me!" Lettuce says cheerfully.
yoo Flame I'm kinda dizzy. I whisper to Flame. Black spots dance around my vision, and I have to squint to be able to see straight.
I'm not carrying you there, so don't pass out bro. He whispers back.
"You! There," Lettuce yells pointing at someone. "Bind Wemmbu's wings."
My mouth drops open.
"I already can't fly!" I say appalled.
"Wonderful!" Lettuce says smiling.
The Lawman walks up hesitantly, and holds out a rope. Flame glares at them and they step back.
"Fine. I'll do it myself!" Lettuce exclaims frustratedly.
"Are you serious?" I say in disbelief.
"Now why wouldn't I be?" Lettuce asks.
Flame's hands heat up and I look back at him.
what? I whisper to Flame.
Nothing bro. why am i roped into this? we really should have made a plan. i told u bro. Flame whispers.
whatever. I whisper back.
"Turn around Wemmbu," Lettuce demands.
"Bro this is so messed up," I respond angrily. Slowly though I turn around, as my vision gets fuzzy around the edges.
Flame looks away as Lettuce steps closer.
He wraps the rope around my wings and I bite my lip as he brushes the wound on my left wing. Shame flows through my body.
i failed. maybe i really am a lost cause.
"You are very lucky I'm keeping you two alive!"
I shake my head as Lettuce backs away, admiring his handiwork.
"Alright boys! Time for you two to come with me!" He says gesturing for the Lawmen to surround us.
I take a step forward and a surge of dizziness hits me, combined with not being used to having my wings bind, caues my legs to buckle.
Warm hands grab around my waist holding me against them.
dammit wemmbu for the love of void keep your balance. Flame whispers to me.
I hear snickers throughout the crowd and a twinge of embarrassment hits me.
sorry. I whisper back. Carefully I regain my footing, but Flame still stands close. My wings ache from the tight restraints and injuries. I glance at Flame, taking in his injuries.
He's pretty beat up from being on the ground, most noticably his arm was slashed and is bleeding badly. I raise an eyebrow at him and Flame shrugs.
Look at your wings. and your wrists look broken. He whispers.
I do gaze down at my wrists, one is bent at an odd angle though it doesn't hurt, but still both of them are rapidly turning purple.
my wrists don't hurt. does your arm hurt? I whisper.
Flame shrugs, then nudges me to continue walking.
Lettuce looks back at us, noticing Flame supporting me.
"How touching, even villains have some sense of kindness," he remarks.
Flame's hands turn scalding for a second and I bite my lip. I pull away and follow behind Lettuce.
Every so often my balance shifts left or right and Flame has to grab my shoulders to redirect me straight. I always shrug his hands off quickly though.
you can't even walk by yourself. how can you expect to prove you aren't a lost cause like this...?