The Best Defense Is A Good Offense (12908 words) by jaded_maven
Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Willow (TV 2022)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jade Claymore/Kit Tanthalos, Jade Claymore & Scorpia, Commander Ballantine & Jade Claymore, Madmartigan & Kit Tanthalos
Characters: Jade Claymore, Kit Tanthalos, Scorpia (Willow)
Additional Tags: Rivals to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Hockey, inspired by the PWHL, they're both assholes in this, also they both swear a lot, Alternate Universe - Hockey, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Lesbian Sex, Strapping, Strap-Ons, Alternate Universe - Sports
Summary:
Jade Claymore is a star hockey player with the Wildwood Bone Reavers, and Kit Tanthalos is an up-and-coming player with the Tir Asleen Pacalcade who has a lot of potential. Jade and Kit clash on the ice but will they clash off the ice, too?
Summary: Reader gets picked for Charity and Jimmy Ink gets jealous when watching them
Warnings: No one is sane, Reader has a weird god complex thing going on with death(she takes Charity very serious), violence, gore, it's Charity, lowkey inspired by Jimmimas scene from the movie, once again no one is sane(especially reader), cult themes, Jimmy Crystal referred as Sir Lord because I didn't want to write the full thing, suggestive themes at the end, jealous Jimmy Ink, also probably(most likely) toxic relationship dynamics, ending is kinda rushed I'm sorry I had writers block😔
Word Count: 1,900+
Here's it on AO3
Jimmy Pure. That was the name given to you, even though you were anything but. Not like it mattered to Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal. He said it was because of your "soft" nature. You knew what that meant. All it was was judging a book by its cover. Your looks. You've proven yourself countless times to him that you were more, yet the name stuck. So you adapted to it. Embraced it.
Like now. Charity was almost over, and you stood by Ink, leaning into her side with her arm around your waist. The room was covered in blood from your victims of the night. Fox and you had found them taking shelter in an old gym while on a scout for new land. So, of course, you guys took their space and brought them Charity.
The group watched silently as Sir Lord Jimmy untied a man from his bonds, giving him a big speech about what Old Nick told him. "You, my friend," he began, a smile that was anything but nice on his face, "Have been chosen by the great Old Nick to fight for a place as a Jimmy". The man fell to his knees once unbound by the rope he was tied with. The Sir Lord showed no concern for this and only yanked him up back to his feet.
He broadly gestured to you and the other Jimmies with a grin. "Pick any of my fingers to fight. You win, you become a Jimmy like the rest of us". The man looked at him, trembling as he tried to keep himself up. "And if I lose?". Sir Lord looked at him, that menacing grin still on his face, while some of the others softly laughed. "Then you die," he answered casually. The man's eyes went wide as his breathing grew uneven.
You watched as he carefully scanned over the group, assessing each one of you. You noticed some of them getting jumpy, with adrenaline pumping through their veins at the idea of a fight. But Ink stayed still, boredom painted on her face. She pulls you closer to her, and you lay your head on her shoulder, seemingly making yourself smaller.
The man's eyes land on you. He lifts a finger, pointing it at you. "Her. I'll fight her". You feel Inks' grip tighten on you just a bit, not out of fear, but of protection. She knew you could handle yourself. Handle this fight and end it quickly if you wanted to. But she hated the idea of you being at risk of getting hurt; you knew this.
You lift your head to look at her. Her big brown eyes already on you. You softly smile and press your lips to the corner of her mouth. "I got this," you quietly say, meant only for her to hear. No response comes from her, but she lets you go, handing you her knife before you walk away.
Sir Lord beckons you over with a hand, beaming with joy at what's about to happen. A few of the Jimmies cheer you on, excited to see a fight. To see violence in the name of Old Nick. Sir Lord extends his arms out, beginning another speech. You stay quiet as he speaks. Your eyes focused on the man in front of you. They roam over him, taking in his physique. He was taller than you, but lanky. Nothing you couldn't deal with.
"Old Nick is with us tonight, in this moment. Seeing and hearing through me. Feeling through me". He gives the man a knife before stepping away to the others. "So fight. Fucking fight". The man tightens his grip on the knife. You can see the fear rushing through him. The confidence he has, believing he could beat you. All because of your "soft" nature.
You continue to stare, staying silent as you wait for him to make the first move. He lunges at you with a roar, raising his weapon in the air to attack you. You dodge the attack, extending your arm with the knife to his stomach, leaving a deep gash in his side.
He doubles over, dropping the knife to hold himself as he lets out a cry of pain. You take the opportunity, quickly kicking him in the side, knocking him off balance. The Jimmies yell encouragements, and some even taunt the man. "Should've picked someone else, mate!".
You watch as he tries to get back on his feet, slowly succeeding, but not fast enough. You hit him over the head with the hilt of your knife, dropping him to the ground. You kick him to lie on his back before getting on top of him, resting your knees by his sides. He fights to get you off, so you hit his face in retaliation.
His body goes weak, surrendering to you as he starts to sob. Petting his hair, you lean down, hushing him. "Shh, it's okay. You'll be at peace soon. Don't cry". Ink observes you, her jaw clenching at the display. Fox notices her expression and smirks. "Looks like someone's jealous, huh?" he teases, getting the others' attention. "Aww, isn't that sweet?" Jimmima mocks with a dramatic pout. Ink scoffs, rolling her eyes as she flips them off. "Fuck the both of you".
Shite calls your name with a laugh. "Looks like your lass is jealous!". This causes you to look back at Ink, seeing the fire in her eyes. The man beneath you takes the opportunity to swing a punch, hitting the side of your face. You let out a yelp as you fall to the side. Ink instinctively takes a step towards you, ready to help if needed. To hell with the rules.
Snake sticks his arm out, shaking his head when Ink sharply looks at him with a glare. Her hands tighten into a fist, but she doesn't move. Sir Lord lifts his hand. "Quiet now. We don't want to distract Jimmy Pure from her duty". The man hurriedly gets on top of you, fighting for the knife in your hand.
You successfully keep it away from him and bring it up to slice his chest. He puts a hand over the wound, distracted by the pain. Taking advantage of the moment, you drive the knife into his side before flipping the position, putting you on top. Still keeping the knife in with one hand, you use the other to harshly grab his face. Your grip tight as you make him look at you.
"Do not defy the peace I bring," you tell him in a stern tone. You curve the knife deeper into the wound before yanking it out, making the man yell out in agony as he weakly fights against your hold. He watches you raise the knife and reaches a hand out to grab your arm, a poor attempt at delaying the fate planned for him.
"You can not fight this". The knife is driven into his chest, straight in the heart. His body goes still, shallow breaths leave his mouth. You dig the knife further in, taking notice of the light fading from his eyes. It's quiet as you patiently wait for death to take its toll, finding peace in the moment, listening to the ragged breathing go soft.
His eyes flutter when he lets his final breath out. You kiss your fingers before closing his eyes. "Rest now". Pulling the knife from his chest, you wipe it off on his pants and stand to face the group.
Sir Lord claps his hands, grinning as he congratulates you. "Very good performance, Pure. Some of the others copy him, yelling whoops of joy, also clapping. You curtsey with a smile. "Thank you". "I thought it was dramatic". Jimmy says, his arms crossed as he looks at you. "Like you could do any better," Ink replies with a scoff. A few "Ouus" are heard as some snicker at the comeback.
You roll your eyes. "You're just jealous cause I took him down faster than you ever could". Jimmima laughs, throwing her head back. "You tell him, Pure!". With a shrug of your shoulders, you continue, "And anyway, I think it's fun".
"Well," Sir Lord claps his hands together, "We've done our Charity for the night. Let's sleep, and we'll continue our journey tomorrow". The group leaves to claim their spots for the night. Some of the Jimmies fight with the others for the better ones.
Luckily, Ink was able to find one that was comfortable enough for you two. You help her set the sleeping bags, making sure the both of you can still touch. She keeps quiet as the hoth of you work, a small scowl on her face.
Letting out a soft sigh when you finish; you turn to her, crossing your arms. "Is something wrong?". The question was practically rhetorical. Her reaction during Charity had already given you an idea of what the problem could be.
She doesn't look at you as she answers, keeping her back to you as she takes off her jacket. "Nothing's wrong". The edge in her voice makes you scoff before walking up behind her.
"You sure? It wasn't anything that happened during Charity?" you ask, wrapping your arms around her waist, resting your head on her shoulder to see her reaction.
An amused glint appears in your eyes as her scowl grows, making her look away from you. Moving your hands to her hips, you turn her around. "It was, wasn't it?".
Your grip tightens as she tries to push you away, though there wasn't much force. Stepping closer to her, you stay quiet, waiting for her response. Finally looking at you, she gives an explanation.
"I just don't understand why you had to be so...touchy with him. It's Charity. You kill or get killed, that's it. Not whatever you did"
"But it's so boring like that!"
"So you have to give everyone a show?"
You pout, "It wasn't a show! I was switching it up! Making things fun!".
She rolls her eyes, taking a step to get away from you. Chasing after her, you pull her back to you, making your chests touch. "Love, it didn't mean anything. I promise".
Holding her face to yours, you continue, "If it did, I wouldn't have killed that bastard the way I did". She lets out a quiet laugh at that and you laugh with her, happy to see her finally smiling.
"You're the only one on my mind. The one I come back to every night or when I need peace. I love you".
"I love you too," she says as she pulls your chin up, her other hand moving to your waist before softly pressing her lips to yours. You kiss her back and your hands run up her arms before wrapping around her neck.
The kiss deepens for only a minute before she's pulling away from you. Brows furrowed, you look at her confused as a smirk appears on her face, a sultry look in her eyes.
"Why don't you show how much you love me? I think need a better demonstration than just a few words".
You lead her to the makeshift pallet that was made, gently moving her to lay on it with a smile. Sitting between her legs, resting them on your waist, you lean over her. "You don't even have to ask me," you say, kissing her once again.
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