revealing i found the rancid war criminal hot to the gc was a horrible crazy decision but at least i am free
ive been struggling to stylize kimblee my own way for a while now but i think ive finally got something im satisfied with anyways have some more 3/4s busts of the same character
tatiana qwartz my beloved
"I haven't seen this obedient side of yours, Colonel Archer. But I like it."
Zelda: I think we need a break.
“A break? Most adorable, little princess! I look forward to your attempts to stay rid of me.”
Takes thorough enjoyment from Zelda’s struggles ♥
You were sitting at home, finishing up dinner when there was a knock on your door. You frowned and looked at the clock above the mantle of your house. It was already around 11:00. You had eaten dinner a little late.
“Who would be out at this time?” You wondered.
You got up from your chair with a sigh and put your dish into the sink just before going to answer the door. When you opened the door, you couldn't exactly tell who the man standing in front of you was.
First, he was wearing a hat that covered his eyes and second, his back was turned to you.
"May I help you?" You asked, concern lacing your features.
The man turned to you and grinned. "Did you miss me, sweet cheeks?"
The look of concern on your face quickly changed to one of hatred. "You should know that you're not welcome here."
Kimblee faked a look of sadness. "Me? I thought we were on good terms. I mean, we were when I left. Right, (N/N)?"
You frowned and turned to shut the door on him. "You have no place here."
He smirked and stopped the door with his foot. "Is all this really because I killed some higher ups?” He asked smugly, “Are you really that scared of me?”
You glanced back at him before looking forward again and heading to the stairs. Why couldn't he leave you alone? You had been fine since the war and hadn't thought of him once since then. But here he was.
His face softened slightly as he realized the answer to that question. He took a step closer to you with a frown plastered on his face. "At least tell me you didn't throw out what I gave you."
Your brows furrowed as you tried to remember. "What you… gave me?"
Your eyes lit up as you realized what he was talking about.
You stood on your porch frowning. "D-Do you really have to go?"
Kimblee chuckled. "You know I do. This is what I signed up for when I became a state alchemist."
A few tears rolled down your cheeks before you could catch them. Kimblee and you had been friends since childhood, and just recently you had figured out that you had an attraction to the alchemist. He still had no clue.
"Hey, it's fine. You're practically family. I promise I'll make it back to you, okay?"
You sniffed and hugged him. "Hurry up and go otherwise you'll be late."
He smiled at you before running down the steps of your porch to the military truck that waited in the street. He was about to get into the truck when he stopped and ran back up the steps to you. He quickly grabbed your hand and placed something in it.
Leaning in close to your ear, he whispered, "Just so you know, I love you."
Then he quickly ran back down the steps and got into the military truck. You watched as they drove off before looking at what he had place in your hand. In your hand was a small, crescent shaped moon, on a silver chain.
You smiled and put on the necklace before walking back into the house.
~END OF FLASHBACK~
Hot tears stung your cheeks as the memories came flooding into your mind. With your back to the wall, you sat down next to the stairs. You wiped away your tears and looked at Kimblee who seemed to be shocked that you were crying. While he did look shocked there was also a hint of sadness and fear.
“He actually thinks I got rid of it?”
You chuckled and pulled a chain that was around your neck out from your shirt. "You idiot. Do you really think i would've thrown that away?"
A light smile came to his lips and he sat next to you. "I guess I figured you would've hated me after you found out what I did." He sighed.
You smiled and rolled your eyes. “What a dork.”
He looked over at you and held your gaze for a minute before leaning in closer to you and saying, "You know, now that I'm back, we could be together. There would be nothing stopping us."
Your face reddened at the proximity of your faces. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him, but he had changed. The last time you two saw each other was when you were young and he was going off to war. But war changes people. Not only that, but he had been sent to a super max prison because he had killed many of his superiors. Everything logical told you to be afraid of him but you weren't. You loved him just the same as when he left.
You sighed and looked at him. "Why did you come here? Of all the places you could've gone, why here?"
He looked slightly taken aback but still smiled. "Why? Because I love you."
Your face flushed a bit deeper. "But...surely you have lots of other things that you have to do."
He chuckled and put his hand on your jawline, "I do, but you're more important."
You smiled softly and pressed your lips to his. You could feel him smirk against your lips before he started to kiss back.
The kiss started heating up and Kimblee slipped his tongue into your mouth. You let out a small moan and wrapped your arms around his neck. Pulling away, he picked you up bridal style and started to kiss your neck.
He continued to kiss down your neck as he carried you upstairs to the bedroom. When he got to your bedroom, he softly threw you onto the bed and crawled on top of you.
Leaning down to your ear, he whispered, "Now we get to have some real fun."
Hey guys I made a twitter dedicated to Miles/Kimblee lol
Despair!Kimblee design taken from this post :)
ooh, my "Haga Chess" set arrived in the mail today~
sketch comm of kimblee and miles for @kimbleeofficial!
Yeah, you heard me right... Time for more nonsensical bioshock crossover sketches babeyy
"But warmth is something I shall never have, and my frozen heart's made damn well sure of that."
Despair!Kimblee--you can find more under my "despair au" tag
can you believe i forgot to post this.
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“This is ‘ boytoy ’ abuse.”
@creepiitus ruined perfectly good sheets: He's plopped down on Roy's bed at godless hours -- blood caking the tattered remains of his sleeves. But that's not enough to stop him from draping his arm over the colonel. Far too exhausted to deal with any complaints for making a mess of the sheets, even if the man is awake or not.He wants sleep too.
At first, Roy didn’t stir. Oblivious to the world around him, he stayed asleep on his right side as Solf entered the room. His only response was that of an unconscious mind. Instinctively, he moved closer to let that arm embrace him more, curled up against the new source of warmth without a fuss. Subconsciously, he knew he was safe. Solf had many opportunities to harm him in his sleep, but he had yet to do so. Therefore, he could stay close like this.
About twenty minutes later, black eyes blinked open. The sun wasn’t up yet, thankfully---he could laze about in bed for a bit longer while he gathered the energy to get up. Though, why would he want to leave this coziness? He wasn’t sure when Solf came in---or how since he couldn’t recall whether or not he gave the man a key to his abode---but waking him would be rude. Roy recognized that faint cologne and fabric anywhere. Of course it was Solf. Who else would it be?
He smelled like blood too. His Flame stiffened as he let his brain register that fact. Blood---was he hurt? His breathing seemed normal: even, steady, no indication of pain. Roy’s eyes traced as much of the outline of the man currently holding him as he could. Perhaps he was just tired then after working, and he merely hadn’t bothered to change before plopping down next to Roy. His apartment must’ve been closer to wherever his work took him today---yesterday? Whatever.
Whenever Solf waked up, Roy could chastise him then for forcing him to do laundry a couple of days early. It was better to argue with someone when they were more lucid, after all. Right now, he let his body relax once more. They were both safe. If necessary, he could protect the alchemist by his side, but he shouldn’t need to. No one would dare try and harm Crimson and Flame like this.
Especially not when they were together.