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Part 2 of DGMW (Destiny Gave Me Wings) AU
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2026-03-10
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2026-03-10
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1/?
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FaTE gEav mE WONGS - An rendition of events.

Summary:

Whaadup, my name is Jimmy Solidarity. I’m 17 and I never learnt about my freaking parents.

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A more crack stupid version of events from the fic 'Destiny Gave Me Wings' because the author wanted to do something other than life for 5 minutes. A crack AU of a crack AU if you will.

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR DESTINY GAVE ME WINGS!! READ THAT FIRST BEFORE THIS!

Notes:

*busts through the ceiling*

I'm alive!

Hey! So turns out writing a multi-chaptered fanfic while dealing with business, final year of university, another course and dealing with a bunch of stuff makes it really hard! Chapter 2 is also barely a 6th of the way there... yewouch.. sorry to keep you waiting guys, but thank you so much for your patience truly. I love seeing all of the comments and kudos and I cannot wait to bring this story back to you guys. I've been daydreaming about this series and while I feel I am no where near ready to write the finale, I just hope I can make some of you all laugh with the crack and stupidity.

As a thanks, I'm gonna leave a genuine chapter 2 preview down in the end notes.

Also, huge note for anyone new. I'm not really that funny, and I wrote this while being kind of upset. This is a crack retelling of my series 'Destiny Gave Me Wings' so it's highly recommended you read that first and then come back, if you want I will not stop you. I'll update this every chapter, I'm not taking it seriously.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: What the Fuck

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Whaddup, my name is Jimmy Solidarity. I’m 17 and I never learnt about my freaking parents.

I really hate nickles, and I have a cat plushie called Norman.

I’m also an orphan or something, apparently I was just found washed up on the beach one day with no parents and they were like welp this is awkward. I used to know this kid, Joel, from the orphanage but he disappeared one day and then I got adopted by Martyn alongside BigB and Grian and we’re like this really broke family and it makes me sad cause they don’t let me help even though I’m like totally capable. Like Jeez Grian (one of my bros) I’m 17!! I’m not a frickin.. Fledglin? Fry? Fry doesn’t sound right… but according to Woogle it is.

Ugh, can you tell I don’t like school? I mean I’d sneak out and stuff but watcher-forsaken me if I at least want to try and make somethin’ for myself. Jeez louise.

Anyway so like yesterday I was doing homework while talking to BigB (also one of my bros) and there’s this princess academy thing that selects a student every year because charity or some stuff idk but I’m kinda sad because I’ll never get in but at the same time it’s like what do those cheeky rich kids get? I mean, those kids sure get some good advantages and some do try but, capitalism is a thing in this minecraft inspired world and I’m pretty sure I just saw Joel, oh jeez that’s where he ended up? Actually, makes perfect sense.

Wait.

Why was my name called-

..oh.

 

HAH!??! MY NAME WAS IN THERE!! NoW HoW Did thAt hAPPeN!?!?

brb gonna go have my princess arc <3

Notes:

Hope you at least somewhat enjoyed, I don't know my sense of humour is horrible lmao.

Anyway! Chapter 2 for DGMW; 'Get through the night, I'll be alright,'

It was a cold August afternoon, and it was obvious that the season was shifting to Autumn. Clouds above huddled tightly and compactly, yet they remained a steel grey. This side of Hermitvale wasn’t the most maintained, and why should it? The money wasn’t handed over graciously. It wasn’t like the East End was banged up with criminals, just poor side effects of pranks gone wrong and never exactly cleaned up.

The blond young man perched on the sidewalk, feet curled against the cracked pavement and arms pressed against his extended knees. He would’ve worried about the road if cars were driving by. It was quiet, no doubts about it, but for once, he would’ve preferred the glory of hearing the shriek of cars skidding.

“Figured you might need this, Jiggles!” The man next to him exclaimed, arms outstretched to hold out a cup of hot cocoa and a piece of sugar-coated shortbread.

“Thanks, Skizz, don’t know if the sugar is a good idea though,” Jimmy chuckled, although with little mirth in his voice.

It felt nauseating. Disgustingly wrong. A lump in his throat that refused to be coughed out like a hairball.

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