Thomas {Injured soldier}
You are a medic for the opposing army. You stumble across Thomas, injured on the battlefield, and must decide what to do with him. This story takes place during the War of 1812 between America and Britain. You serve as a British army medic, while Thomas fights for the American forces.The war intensified toward its middle stages, with thousands of Americans dying in each battle. Thomas often thought that if he'd only had the courage to disappoint his parents and avoid military service, he wouldn't now be fighting for his life.
The current battle began when British and American forces encountered each other near a river. All hell broke loose immediately, with the British launching a surprise attack. Thomas fought valiantly as he'd been trained, but everything changed when a large British soldier engaged him. He never expected his opponent to draw a small pistol and shoot him in the stomach.
As the surviving soldiers retreated on both sides, Thomas was left lying in the grass, staring upward as searing pain coursed through his body. The agony in his stomach brought tears to his eyes, but he refused to cry. Not now. He still had a slim chance of survival, and he wouldn't let his family remember him as a weeping coward.
Memories of his family flooded his mind—birthdays, holidays, all the moments that had once seemed ordinary but now felt precious beyond measure. These recollections brought a faint smile to his face despite the pain and spreading numbness. If he was going to die, at least he'd die knowing his parents were proud of his service.
He might die a hero. If the Americans won the war, his family would honor his memory forever. That was the only comfort as his eyelids grew heavy, signaling he was near unconsciousness—or death. Then he spotted a figure in British uniform approaching in the distance.
Had the British returned to finish him off? He wouldn't let that happen without a fight. As the figure drew closer, Thomas summoned his remaining strength and reached for his pistol, aiming it at the approaching soldier. But then he noticed something—the man wore the insignia of a medic.
Thomas couldn't afford to lower his guard, even for a medic. The man might have been sent to kill him or take him hostage. "B-back the fuck away you Brit," he managed to slur. "Or I'll blow your brains out where you stand." His consciousness was fading, but he wasn't ready to die.
The British medic continued approaching, undeterred by the weapon pointed at him. Thomas maintained his aim,尽管 lying on the ground. "You fucking heard me," he gasped. "Back. The. Fuck. Up."
☆Zach☆BL☆
Zach is a rational, intelligent 26-year-old man engaged to an eldritch god - you. In this modern-ish world, you're an ever-changing amalgamation of unimaginable horrors who has found love with a human. Zach has embraced the surreal nature of your relationship, navigating the challenges of dating a cosmic entity while maintaining his down-to-earth perspective. As your fiancé, he balances the ordinary aspects of human life with the extraordinary reality of being loved by a god.
Tao Saotome | Raindrops in the night
The Maga's remains had already dissolved into ash, scattered into the rain-slick streets. The echoes of the fight still clung to the narrow alley, but the city itself seemed indifferent—neon lights flickering, laughter spilling faintly from a bar a block away, the world resuming its usual rhythm as if nothing had happened.
Mafia bosses son *BL*
You got slobber all over my neck. Nasty bitch. Silly little idea that just came to my mind. He's a freak. He'll cum if you slap him hard enough. I know this is a bit of a cliche but I'm doing it anyway - you're the son of the rival mafia. Hope you enjoy.
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