#if you want a happy ending then they use the rest of their ammo to hold off the zombies
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@thatlesbainmushroom and @jjlovesgoodies (hope you don't mind the tags, I was not sure how else to make sure you seen this<3) both said yes to hearing about my roomies zombie au, so here it is!! Though, I must admit that it is more of a half-baked idea than a fully thought out au. I'm not sure if I will ever actually write it, so it's free game with credit.
I suppose a TW is required before you read any further. It is a zombie au, so it is pretty grim. Mentions of death, blood, injury, and other apocalypse typical things.
Etho and Cleo were college roommates before everything went to shit. Cleo was a graphic design and arts student in her fourth year, while Etho was an engineering student in his second year. They have been together since the start, and were actually in their dorm room when the chaos started. Bdubs used to be with them, but they lost track of him (and his horse) months ago. They assume he is dead.
Grian was a first year architect student from a few towns over. His group consisted of his roommates, Jimmy and Joel, along with his work friend, Scar.
None of them had ever used a gun before the apocalypse, so it is none of their preferred weapon. Cleo has a baseball bat, Grian has a knife, and Etho has a machete. Etho and Grian both carry handguns but rarely use them. Cleo knows how to use a gun but does not carry one and would have to be in mortal danger to be convinced to use it.
Cleo is immune to the bite, something they found out at the beginning because a classmate had bitten her and she never turned. Though, this immunity would not hold any narrative weight. The world has fallen apart, there wouldn't be anyone left to try to find a cure from her anyway. They are just focused on surviving and trying to keep each other safe.
However, because of her immunity, she does take risks that Etho doesn't/can't. She used to be a real softy, not much a fighter who was all bark no bite, but she would do anything to protect Etho. She has many scars, from bites and scratches, because of this reckless behavior.
It would start with Grian having just been separated from his group and he's been wandering around the remains of a big city looking for them. He eventually gets overwhelmed by a hoard and ends up cornered in an alley, where he is then saved by Etho, who kills the zombies and offers to bring him back to his camp.
Grian says no and tells him he has to keep looking for his group, but Etho is persistent. Grian caves and agrees to go with him when Etho offers to help look for his missing friends; no strings attached.
The group traverses the remains of the burning world together for several months looking for Grian's group and slowly getting to know each other. Etho and Cleo share information freely, but Grian is more reserved. He only answers simple questions about his past. They barley know anything about this group they are trying to find. Instead of opening up as the months' pass by, he actually becomes more and more reserved.
He keeps asking why they keep helping him when they have no obligation to do so, especially since he's given them next to no information or reason to trust him, and they say why not? They don't have anything better to do than lend him a helping hand.
Grian leads them more and more northwest as time goes on, telling them that he was told to head in this direction to meet back up with his group, but still, they find no trace of them.
Around 6-7 months into traveling together, the group do a supply run in a mall that they thought was safe and end up getting trapped inside with no way out after Grian brings some kind of a display/structure down on top of himself on accident and it attracts a hoard that was hidden away out of sight.
They are very low on ammo, Etho was bit while getting Grian out from under the display, Grian was injured by the accident, and they're all too exhausted and malnourished to fight. They make it into a staff area, but there's no exit that they see, so they barricade the door. It is only a matter of time before the hoard breaks through.
Sitting inside of the small room, Grian admits to them that his group was already dead and had been for a while. He tells them that he had actually been ready to die that day Etho found him. He felt bad letting Etho's kindness (which was a rarity in this dying world) go to waste, so he went along with it.
He was just along for the ride at first, leading them on a wild goose chase while waiting for a chance to leave them, but then he grew to care for them. He never thought he would find friends again in a world like this, but, somehow, he did. They gave him a purpose, a reason to keep going. They made him want to live again. They made him happy. They made him laugh; something so simple and yet so important.
He didn't want them to leave him behind once they found out the truth, so he'd kept lying to them and pretending like he was still searching so that they would have a reason to keep helping him, a reason to have him around.
He was closing himself off all that time in an attempt to hold onto the one good thing in his life. He tells them that he's sorry, that he loves them, and that he's scared.
Cleo and Etho say they don't care that he's been lying, and that he's just as important to them as they are to him. They say that whatever happens next, they'll do it together.
And then in my mind it would end somewhat ambiguously/open ended as the zombie's break through.
#grian#zombiecleo#ethoslab#the roomies#secret life roomies#secret life#hermitcraft#I had it in my mind that they would call the zombies “boogies” as a reference to the boogie man curse#but i was worried people might find too silly XD#in my mind bdubs is still alive somewhere#found and taken in by the mounders I imagine#and they eventually meet back up with him if the ending is a good one#cw: death#implied death#zombie apocalypse#apocalypse au#if you want a happy ending then they use the rest of their ammo to hold off the zombies#and are able to find a way out in time and it turns out that etho is also immune#or if you want sad but not too sad they make it out but etho is not immune so he grows sick#and he dies after a heartfelt goodbye and grian + Cleo burry him somewhere nice#or a more realistic ending to the situation they ended up in they die in each others arms#really it can go any way that you want#tell me if i should tag this as anything else!#oh also as for the “display” I wasn't sure how to explain it#I am imagining some sort of gazebo/stall that he kicks the support beam of thinking it is secure#and it comes down on top of him#but my words are not the best
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Oasis | S.Coups
Choi Seungcheol (S.Coups - Seventeen)
Rating: M (18+) MDNI
Word Count: ~4.6k
Pairing: S.Coups x AFAB!Reader
Genre: Sci-Fi AU!, Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Hookup/One-Night-Stand/Strangers to Fucking
!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!
Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Violence (mentions of weapons, but nothing else), Pet Names (Doll, Sweetheart, Princess, Pumpkin, etc.), Daddy Kink (as required by law), Swearing, Kissing, Thigh-Riding, Cockwarming, Couch Sex, Slight Breathplay, Soft Dom! S.Coups, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom!), He's got some ~fancy~ tattoos ;)
Author's Note: Okay this one was…normally I can stay calm writing, but not for a Scoops. He's just so fucking hot…
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The only problem with being in a small village in the middle of the desert is there were very few places to hide. You turned a corner around a sandstone building into an alleyway. Luckily, there was a pile of crates with a small enough hole for you to hide. Crawling into the space, you tried to stay as quiet as possible while also catching your breath. You worried your panting would be too loud. You clutched your bag close to you, not wanting to lose the contents again. Having found what seems to be an extremely valuable artifact, you had tried desperately to get it back after it had been stolen. You had reported the chunk of crystal to the Assembly and they said it was possibly valuable enough to bring to headquarters. Though, while you were camping out, about a third of the way through a four-day journey, your camp was ransacked, and your crystal stolen. You followed the thieves that turned out to essentially be a gang, and you took it back. They had found you though and had been chasing you for a good hour. They obviously understood the crystal's value if they were pursuing you so intently. Peaking around the crates, you saw a few of the goons run down the street past the alley, but you weren't brave enough to get away yet.
"Fuck!" You shrieked, a hand having grabbed your braid at the base, hauling you out of your hiding hole. Your hands grappled at his, trying to get him to let you go, legs scrambling on the ground.
"You stupid bitch-" He grumbled, yanking your hair harder till you fell back against his legs.
"Where's the rock?" He snapped and you just glared up at him, not wanting him to realize if you looked at your bag. You grunted at the tug on your hair, but immediately stopped wiggling when you felt something metal press against your neck.
"If I get this back from you, the boss might just promote me-"
"Kind of hard to get a promotion with an extra hole in your head." A new voice spoke and you could feel the gangster freeze behind you, the knife pressed to your neck retreating slightly. You assumed this new man had pressed his own weapon, a blaster most likely, against the guy's head.
"Drop the knife." This new man's voice was steady, strong, and you felt safe already. You heard the blade clatter on the ground, and the hold on your braid released, so you scrambled away from the gangster. Instead of going forward, you basically crawled around and behind the aggressor, and stopped once you were safely behind your rescuer. Just from behind, you could tell he was strong, his bare arms showed his biceps were nearly as big as your thigh, maybe bigger. Smooth geometric tattoos painted his arms, looking similar to a circuit board. His hair was bright red, slicked back just enough to keep the longer strands out of his face, the ends resting just above his shoulders. He had a belt strapped around his torso over his vest, various things attached to it along with several ammo cartridges. Another strap around one of his thick thighs had the holster for his blaster and his pants were tucked into a pair of knee-high combat boots.
"Now screw off before you can't." The man pulled his blaster away, but literally kicked the guy's ass, sending him onto his face a few feet forward. The gangster scrambled to his feet and fled. Once he was gone, the man before you turned around finally and your breath left you right after you had caught it back. He was fucking gorgeous. You wondered if the slit in his eyebrow was from a scar, or just for looks, it was hard to tell in the dark light.
"Are you okay, doll?" He kneeled in front of you, even like that you felt tiny…Tinier than usual. You wondered if he could see your reddened face in the low light.
"Y-yes." You nodded, letting him wrap his hands around your arms to help you stand up. Your own hands went to his biceps, trying hard not to squeeze to test the muscle there, and your shaking legs finally got you up. You wished he didn't have the leather gloves on so you could feel more of his bare skin on yours. After you were both up, the top of your head only reached his chin, and he smelled good-
"Why were they after you?" he asked and you had to step back to look at him even with your head tipped up.
"Uh…" You weren’t sure if he was trustworthy, even if he saved you. Maybe he just wanted the crystal for himself…
"It's okay, doll. I'm a Ranger." He pulled the chain around his neck up and out of his shirt, an upside-down triangle-like designed pendant on the end. You recognized it, and the title, so you relaxed. They were basically freelance, vigilante, bounty-hunter guys. They would help people in need and take out or get criminals without having to worry about legal red tape. It was an elite group, and their identities were not widely known. Sighing in relief at the news, you opened your satchel and pulled the crystal out. It wasn't refined and it was pretty heavy. You handed the rock to him and he looked it over, holding it easily with one hand while he holstered his blaster. The thin but tight black shirt he had on under his utility vest struggled over his chest as he did so, when he spoke you finally brought your attention away.
"This is a diamond, doll." He smiled and your jaw dropped. No wonder it was so valuable. That would make sense why the Assembly Headquarters wanted it, they had the largest bank on the planet.
"Seriously?"
"Yep." He once again held the gem in one hand, pulling a device out of a pocket of his utility belt. The Ranger clicked the end against the gem and looked at the panel on the side as the device beeped.
"About 13 hundred carats." He smirked, arching one of his thick eyebrows.
"Where'd you find this?"
"I'm a Scavenger, so I look for scrap and crashed ships or satellites. This was in some wreckage out near Dekkos." you told him, a bit surprised he handed the gem back to you.
"Are you bringing it to the capital?"
"Yes."
"You will probably have more of those gangsters plus anyone else who finds out after you, why don't I escort you?"
"You would do that?"
"Of course, doll. I'm Seungcheol, but my team calls me S.Coups."
"S.Coups?" you questioned and he chuckled, a bit embarrassed.
"Uh, the S is for Seungcheol, and then coups like coup-d'état."
"You overthrow someone?"
"Well, kind of. Our first mission was to get a corrupt mayor out of power, so…" He smiled, somehow his extremely handsome face looked cute.
"Are you sure you don't mind escorting me?"
"I told you," he leaned forward so he was more eye level, "of course I don't mind."
"Can I call you Cheol?" you asked him, his name was kind of long and you weren't sure about his nick name…
"Of course, doll. What do I call you?" You told him your name in response and when he said it with a smile, your ovaries exploded.
"I know its late, but I was planning on getting to the next town over, it's about an hour, is that okay?" he asked you as you followed him to the main street and toward the edge of the village. You had wrapped the diamond up in a head scarf you had and tucked it back in your satchel. Cheol suggested you grab your stuff from your rover and leave it for the time being, since more goons might know it's yours. He wouldn't even let you carry your own bag.
"That diamond is enough for you to carry, (Y/N)." When you got to his own rover, you halted in shock. Not only was it new, but it was a really nice model too. Yours was nearly thirty years old and was not exactly top of the line, even new.
"Oh, this belongs to the whole group. I just have it most of the time since I'm the leader."
"You're the leader?" You hadn't known that.
"Well, kind of. I'm co-commander along with Woozi." He opened the passenger door for you and you climbed up onto the wheel and into the rover. The seats were nice, and actually seats versus what looked like a restaurant booth. The inside panels were just a flat holo-screen, and it even had heating. Your rover only had air-conditioning, so at night it could be kind of cold. You asked him a series of questions as you drove to the next town, and he answered each one humbly. Your eyes kept flitting to his hands on the steering wheel, then up his arms and traced every line of his tattoos, to his side profile-
"Your eyes might burn me, doll." He tried not to smirk, casting you a knowing side glance. You floundered for an excuse.
"Its fine, sweetheart." Seungcheol rested back in the seat and you shuffled in your own seat, your face not the only part of you heating up. By the time you reached the next town, all you wanted to do was get in bed, and maybe get him inside you…
"Do you mind sharing a hotel room, I can keep you safer that way." His suggestion was genuine, truly just wanting to protect you. And you were more than willing.
"That's fine!" Seungcheol smirked, walking past you into the hotel, one much nicer than the inns or motels you usually stayed at. You cringed at your own eagerness, following after him with your head bowed in embarrassment.
"Can we get a suite with two bedrooms?" He pulled his credit chit out, the hotelier tapped on her console telling you there was one available on the fifth floor. You watched her as she worked, and she kept looking up at Seungcheol and all over him. She wasn't blind, you didn’t blame her. He took the room and you balked at the price.
"Don't worry, doll." He cast you a gentle smile, so you didn't. Judging by his rover, even if he claimed it was the whole group's, he had money to spare. You followed after him, casting a glance back at the hotelier who was glaring at you. Wanting to stick your tongue out at her like a child, you restrained yourself and waited for the elevator with him. Right as the lift was reaching the ground floor, a group of about seven entered and headed toward the elevators as well. Because of this, the lift was full, and you pressed your small self into the corner, Seungcheol working as a barrier between you and the group of men that had entered as well. You doubted they even knew you were there. They had left the button pressed for the fifth floor, and you both waited for them to get out, then headed in the opposite direction. He tapped the clear card against the lock and it dinged, opening with a click. He carried both of your bags in and you looked around the suite in awe, never having stayed somewhere so nice.
"I'm going to shower quick." Seungcheol deposited your bag in one of the bedrooms and headed toward the other. There was a bathroom attached to each room and so you followed suit. Only taking a rinse off since you had showered the night before, you found yourself watching some show on the couch. You had changed into shorts and a tank instead of your leather leggings and vest. Your knees were pulled to your chest, feet resting on the cushion, and you were really trying to focus on the show. It was so hard though to not think of him in the shower. He was too freaking hot and there was only a door in between you and him. Naked.
"Fucking fuck…" You huffed at yourself, trying to snap out of your pervy thoughts, but it was futile. Especially since he had just come out in nothing but his pants. At least he wasn't just in a towel, but his muscular and toned body was perfectly on display. He had more of the circuit-like tattoos curling up over his shoulders and down his chest and sides of his stomach. You had noticed earlier not only were his arms and thighs thick, but he had a butt too. Fuck. He saw you gaping at him, it was kind of hard not to. It was like you had zoned out…or in rather, on him and he huffed a laugh, a bit embarrassed. However, he felt more smug than anything and his own eyes flicked over your mostly bare legs and the low cut of your tank. He would be lying if he said he wasn't just as attracted to you as you seemed to be to him. It was up to you make a move though… When you snapped out of it and your eyes met his, he was smirking and hummed with an inquisitive tone.
"Yes?" He teased and you choked on your saliva some, eyes flitting back over his bare chest.
"You curious?" You nodded dumbly.
"Come here, then." Seungcheol smiled and he nearly guffawed at how fast you leaped off the couch, but you approached much slower. You stopped right before him, hand coming up and hovering over his skin. You flitted your gaze up to his face and he nodded, taking a sip out of the bottle he was holding. As soon as your fingertips met his warm skin, the other hand flew up and you brought them down to rest on his abs.
"Fucking hell." You whispered and he really tried not to laugh, but you could feel his chest rumble a bit. Tracing each curve and angle of the tattoos snaking over him, you noticed they seemed to let out a slight reddish glow, lagging behind your tracing fingers over the black lines. Your mouth was hung open as you touched him like he was the best thing you had ever had the pleasure of touching, and he smirked harder. Getting annoyed with his smugness, even though it was warranted and caused by you, you dug your dull nails in a bit and scratched down. Seungcheol sighed, a low groan rumbling out after and your cunt clenched around nothing.
"What-?!" You squeaked as he crouched a bit, wrapping one around your upper thighs under your butt, and easily lifted you up against his shoulder. He carried you over to the couch, his bottle still in his hand and you wondered if he could hear your heart pounding. He could probably also feel your wet leaking through your panties and shorts. You glanced down and saw that the tattoos were on his back too. The man sat on the couch, adjusting you on his lap so you were straddling one of his thighs. You nearly whined, having to spread your legs pretty wide to accommodate, and you could feel the hard muscle through his pants. While they weren't super tight, with how he was sitting, the stretched over his thigh just right. He smirked again as he took another drink, your shorts so thin he could feel your pussy clench as you settled.
"Whatcha thinkin' about, doll?" Your fingers were lazily and lightly rubbing over his skin, it tickled a bit. Those tattoos definitely shimmered when you touched them…
"Can I ride your thigh?" Your voice was so soft that despite how close you were, he almost didn't hear you.
"You want that, sweetheart?"
"Yes, -dy." He barely heard the last part, your face blossoming red when you let the word slip, eyes widening in panic. Seungcheol groaned when he heard it, adjusting his footing and bounced his leg under you a bit, forcing it up and against your needy cunt.
"You wanna ride daddy's thigh, pumpkin?"
"Fuck, yes please~" You gasped, but held back from moving, nodding.
"Go ahead, then." He took a casual sip from the bottle, glancing over your shoulder at the TV like he was actually focusing on it. He licked his lips, swallowing a chuckle when you began to grind down onto his leg, so hard he felt your pulse from your core. Your little mewls grew louder when you leaned forward, losing strength in the rest of your body, resting your forehead on his collarbone. Your fingers dug into the waist of his pants on either side of you, getting closer and closer. While Cheol had his number of sexcapades, he had never had a girl be this eager to fuck herself on his leg. Most of the time he was worried if they would find out he didn't, by any means, mind getting called daddy. You were the first one though to jump on it immediately, and with no hint or prompting from him. He was thanking fate that he was the one that rescued you.
"I'm-" You gasped, your hips stuttering.
"Close, pumpkin?" He finally put the bottle down, his arm curling around your waist, helping you keep your rhythm. His face got close to yours, so much so your lips were barely touching and he swallowed your moan, invading your mouth with his tongue. You fell apart then, whining as he helped you ride out your high, catching every little noise you made with his lips. Your head was swimming, you nearly gasped for air when he left the kiss. Your panties were sticking to your even wetter folds, and he could feel that your slick had soaked through his pants too.
"Did a good job, sweetheart."
"Thanks, daddy." It seemed you were a bit shy with the daddy-kink play, but you had started it.
"What now, doll?" Your eyes met his, unsure with what answer he wanted.
"What do you want me to do to you now?" He arched a brow and your mind ran rampant with all the possibilities.
"W-what do you want to do?" You threw the question back and he tilted his head in thought, humming. You could feel that his cock had gotten hard against your knee, your mouth watered when you glanced down at the tent pitched, wondering just how big he really was.
"What if…" As he spoke, his hand drifted from your hip, over your ass, and into the back of your shorts. You moaned when his fingers hit your soaking cunt, lightly circling the pad over your entrance.
"…you sit on my cock and we watch a movie?" His suggestion took you a second to piece together. Cockwarming? Fuck, yes PLEASE.
"O-okay." You nodded and his hand withdrew. He easily moved you to turn around and assisted with getting your shorts and panties off. Cheol adjusted his position and you rested against his chest, reaching down to release his cock from his pants. Your eyes widened, breath hitching when your hand met the flesh, finally getting him out to see what you had to work with. You were going to get split in half, and you couldn't be more excited.
"Daddy~" You whined, head falling back onto his shoulder, your nose brushing over the side of his throat.
"Can you take it, pumpkin?" He stroked the soft skin under your belly button, the sensation made you shiver, already sensitive.
"Yes."
"Yes…?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Good girl." You sat up a bit more, propping your hips up as he guided the tip of his fat cock to your glistening folds. A bit concerned when you let out a small choking noise, it soon faded into a moan, which rose into a whine as he sank deeper and deeper. You thought he would be in your throat by the time he was all the way in. Your tight core fluttered around his cock, the delicious burn of the stretch bringing you dangerously close to another orgasm already. When he had about another inch to go, you lost your strength. You slumped back into him, gravity pulling you the rest of the way done so his cock buried in completely. Your cunt twitched along with the rest of you, trying to adjust to the stretch and the intense pleasure it caused. If you were already so sensitive, he wondered how bad you would get after sitting on his cock for a good hour.
"Hm, so good, sweetheart. Taking daddy's cock like a pro." His groan rumbled through him and over you, his strong arms wrapping over you to hold you up and to him. After about five minutes, your brain started to function a bit more, and you tried to get more comfortable on his lap as he started something you really cared not for. It wasn't what the movie was, but you could only think of him splitting you open and his bare chest pressed to your back. You had your legs spread wide over his lap, knees over his so he could easily hold them open for you. Every few minutes, your whole body twitched from the pleasure, your breath shuddering, trying not to move. You really were a princess, more like a queen, taking his huge cock so good and sitting still so obediently. He had to push away the thought of immediately taking you as his wife, but man did he want to. Have you whenever he wanted…
"D-daddy…!" You gasped, cunt clenching hard suddenly and he huffed as you came, not having moved for the last half hour. He wondered how that was possible, and so did you. Seungcheol had to be a drug itself, because you were already addicted. You needed him so bad-
"Fuck, hold on…" He grunted, shutting the TV off and wrapping his arms around you tighter, hand on your opposite hip and the other across your chest so his hand could rest under your jaw. He splayed his legs better, sliding down the couch a bit to get better leverage, and your nails quickly dug into the back of the couch to prepare. He gave a shallow but hard thrust and you squealed, releasing babbles as he fucked up into you. Each thrust shattered pleasure through your body, his skin getting hotter against yours. Moreso than was natural, and you realized you could feel the pattern of the marks covering his torso with the heat. They must have been some kind of cybernetics…
"Want more, princess?" He rumbled and you whined an affirmation, his thrusts still hard but too shallow. You didn’t want to be able to walk the next three days… The hand he had on your hip shifted so he splayed his fingers over your lower stomach, index and middle fingers resting in a V right around where he had his cock inside of you. His other hand your jaw moved down to your collarbone, lying over the top of your chest, his pinky slightly under the hem of your tank. The heat of his tattoos increased, and suddenly it was like every one of your nerves was set on fire. He froze his pace, grunting as your cunt clenched harder as you came again already, soaking down his balls and over his pants. He chuckled as your core pulsed over and over, seeming to never end. You nearly blacked out, gasping for breath and wondering what the hell that was.
"W-what?"
"I can use these to affect the nerves of people. I use it to knock out targets, or to ease the pain of someone I’m helping. Can make you real sensitive…" He hummed by your ear, his teeth nibbling on the ridge.
"Where do you want daddy to fuck you next, doll?" You nearly didn't register his question, still trying to find your place in reality.
"Bed…" You knew it was cliché, but…
"Of course, sweetheart." He sat all the way up, the position change shifting him inside you and you gasped, whining in disappointment as he pulled you off his cock. Just as easily as he lifted you before, you carried you to his room, grabbing the end of the duvet and easily pulling the whole thing off, letting it float to the floor. Resting you down like you were as delicate as a flower, you sighed at the cool fabric hitting your back. Seungcheol kissed the corner of your mouth, and you tried to follow his lips, but they left yours, moving down your jaw and to your neck. Letting him move you, he brought on of your thighs to his hip, slinging your other knee over his elbow. Your cunt eagerly sucked his cock back inside and you whimpered as he slowly bottomed out. Giving you just a second to adjust, he leaned down and kissed you again. You mewled, your knee resting over his shoulder more than his elbow, the other leg wrapping over his hip as tight as you could manage. A trail of saliva connected your lips when he finally pulled his tongue out of your mouth.
"Ready, pumpkin?"
"Yes, daddy!" You squeaked in delight as he started to move, immediately barreling his fat cock into you, the head battering your cervix. His pace was so intense, your wet dripped over his groin and down your butt to land on the sheets. It must have been an extremely secure bed frame, because it only shifted a bit despite his powerful thrusts. You couldn't even make little noises, your mouth hung open in a silent moan, drool spilling out of the corner of your mouth. You were so fucked out and he wanted to keep you like that from then on. Always drunk on him…
"So fucking good…" He chuckled, hand gripping your leg at his hip, easily slinging your other leg over his shoulder, folding you in half. You saw stars, the first thrust at the new angle fucked another climax out of you, your cunt squirting and creaming his cock even more and he grunted at the tightness. His tattoos started to heat up again, you could feel the change on the back of your thighs where he pressed down into you. Not sure what sensation he was going to surge you into, you couldn't get ready. The same intense arousal sensitivity started to rise again, but something else hit you. A slight tightening at your neck, but his hands were nowhere near. It was very slight and it didn't restrict your oxygen at all, just giving you a dull squeeze in the best way. Your gasps were from the intensity of your pleasure rather than the press of your throat. Then, your senses shifted, your vision blurred and it seemed like you could only hear the woosh of your pulse and his grunts. You felt his skin on yours hotter than before, his cock seemed hotter too, and the scent of sex intensified. When his mouth went back to yours, it was like you could taste his tongue, taste him even more and his groan vibrated your tongue wrapped around his. Without warning, the heat spiked, and your eyes rolled back in your head. His hot cum pumped into you, your own final orgasm hitting you, rolling over and over, dulling before reigniting into another full climax. The heat of his cum spilling out from where he was inside you seemed to sear over your skin and when he had stopped, your senses returned to normal and it was like someone threw cold water on you. Your hearing returned to normal, and you could hear the noise of the street again. You finally registered that he had pulled away from the kiss, hovering over you with a smile. Not a smirk. You could barely get anything out but a whine.
"Did daddy fuck you good, doll?" You nodded lazily and he laughed, kissing you again.
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Darkness on Umbara Chp.8 (Rex x Reader)
Chapter 7. Chapter 9.
Moment to Breathe
cw: Rex x Reader, Reader is a medic, incorrect military procedure, graphic descriptions of injuries, blood, swearing, death and battle, Spoilers for the Umbara Arc, Pong Krell is an asshole, reader insert, names of non-canon dead clones, Mentions of breakdowns, transwoman clone, Brief mention of inhibitor chips, reader is gender neutral, no use of (Y/N), if i miss a tag LMK
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In the end, you had to be sedated.
When Rex was called to continue the fight at the airbase with the reinforcements, you panicked so badly Kix had to inject you to calm you down.
Luckily, your mind wasn’t clouded and you still had your wits about you. You were still able to treat the wounded, but you didn’t miss how Jesse opted to ‘guard’ you and Kix as you managed to transfer all the wounded into the airbase’s medical facility.
It was clear he wanted to keep an eye on you since Rex couldn’t. And, truthfully, this was the first time you’d had such a breakdown in front of the men. Kix had his own, when Tup tackled him, so the trooper most likely thought both medics of the 501st were unstable.
Even if you were, you did your jobs.
The fight was chaotic as the Umbarans battled for their facility. Luckily, with both Jesse and Kix, you got every injured trooper into the safety of the medical bay before the fighting was even done.
They didn’t have bacta tanks, but they had much needed supplies you used to save everyone you could. Not nearly enough for everyone if Krell decided to pull another suicide mission, but enough to help those that needed it right now.
Fyre. Vim. Oz. Ringo. North. Gabe. Tro. Tess. Zeb. Sante. Reign. Pheon. Dawn. Nim. Jamie. Hek. Recon. Mav. Zeo. Fisher. Hinge. Trident. Iron. Mesh. Steele. Bruno. Zeke. Jumper. Aura. Dia. Silk.
By the time Krell had joined the soldiers, you and Kix hadn’t lost anyone else. You got the troopers stable, laying on cots, and sleeping as peacefully as they could. Those who didn’t require life sustaining equipment were sent to the barracks of the airbase to rest.
You and Kix stepped outside once you both were done with the wounded. Jesse had been keeping a steady guard by the door, preventing anyone uninjured from coming inside and disturbing you.
The airbase belonged to the 501st.
Umbarans who hadn’t died fighting, were led to prison cells somewhere else within the base. Several squads were already walking around, inspecting the Umbaran weaponry. A few were going through crates of supplies, such as weapons and ammo.
You remained silent as you followed Kix and Jesse through the base. The three of you met up with Rex, Fives and Hardcase. There was pride in your lover’s eyes as he spoke to the heroic pilots, “despite Hardcase’s flying, you two saved us all.”
Hardcase sounded as proud and energized as always, “It wasn’t so tough.”
“You sure?” Jesse took off his helmet with a smirk, “You looked a little green when you came out of that fighter.” He teased the hyperactive trooper. All of them were in a good mood, finding the shred of happiness after such casualties.
You wished you could feel the same pride and happiness. But your mental state, as well as the sedatives in your blood prevented it.
“Mesh’la,” Rex turned to you, “Are you ok?”
“No losses since we took the airbase.” you responded, blatantly ignoring his question about you, “The seriously injured are stable and resting in the med bay.”
“That's not-.”
“Captain,” His words were loudly cut off by Krell. The temporary General stomped towards you all, looking as displeased as ever. Appo was tailing him along with another trooper, “Report, what is our situation?”
The 501st captain stepped forward, “General, we have taken the base and cut off enemy supply lines to the capital.” His back was straight, standing at attention, as did the others.
You…remained behind Fives, staying out of the Jedi’s line of sight. If Krell turned his ire to you, you couldn’t promise you wouldn’t do something to get yourself court-martialed.
The besliska raised a large hand and rubbed his chin, “Luck has smiled on you today, Captain.” His tone sounded smug, “Consider yourself fortunate.”
“It wasn't all luck sir,” Rex kept calm and steady, not letting Krell get to him, “A lot of men died to take this base.”
Too many good men. You thought blankly. A part of you felt hollow and empty as the captain mentioned the lost souls.
The General raised his hands, and looked at the dark sky, “A price for such victory.” He looked back down and crossed two of his four arms, “Perhaps you’ll realize this.”
You didn’t miss Rex’s fist clenching in rage. Your lover’s fury was a rare sight. But dammit, Krell was doing a good job at bringing it out. Instead of lashing out however, he took a breath and lowered his head.
The Jedi turned and began to walk away, “Dismissed.”
You and Fives stepped forward. You placed your hand on Rex’s shoulder as the ARC trooper grumbled, “He’s the one who will never realize.”
You remained silent, only squeezing Rex’s shoulder before letting go. You turned and began to walk back to the medical bay, unable to be around anyone right now.
At least those in the medical facility were unconscious.
Once the doors opened, you were surprised to see a trooper. Hana, had been waiting for you, holding a bloody wrist, “Sorry to bother, Doc. One of the bastards were hiding and jumped me.”
You motioned for the trooper to sit down on an open cot, “Are sutures alright?” You wanted to save bandages and bacta. Just in case Krell tried to kill anyone else.
Hana nodded, resting the injury on one of the small medical cabinets that were placed next to every bed. You pulled a chair, set the suture kit down, and immediately got to work.
During your stitching, you took notice of distinguishable features, since this was the first time you’ve seen the trooper without a helmet. White nail polish, small studs for earrings, hair pulled back into a bun, indicating length longer than ‘military standard’.
You didn’t want to assume, but it wasn’t unheard of for there to be sisters among the troopers.
“Hana.” you spoke softly, “I like your nails. And your earrings.” It was a small push, one to ask the question without assuming.
Hana’s surprised look then relieved smile told you all you needed to know. She responded quietly, “I know it's not regulation, but…”
“Who cares about regulation?” You returned her smile, noticing that she also wore waterproof mascara, “If it's what you want, then no one should stop you.” Your suturing was almost done.
Hana nodded, looking at her nails on the hand you weren’t stitching up. Impressively, they weren’t chipped, “I might go blue, next time.” She murmured, “so I keep matching the 501st.”
“Why not paint one hand blue and the other white?” You suggested, deciding to use a patch to cover the sutures, “Something unique.”
It was nice, having a conversation that wasn’t about Umbara, injuries, the soldiers lost or Krell. It was just…about nail polish. A good distraction. Something to get your mind off your earlier breakdown.
By the time you were done, she settled on a pattern of half blue and half white. She walked out of the clinic, with a stitched up wrist and small smile. Maybe she needed the mental distraction of the doom and death as well.
Despite losing so many…at least you made Hana feel better.
You sighed, putting your face in your hands as soon as the door was closed. You basked in the small clicks and beeps of machines monitoring the men's status, taking just a few minutes to breathe. After a second, you heard a shift.
One of the unconscious troopers turned onto his side to get more comfortable. You inspected the medical equipment next to his bed to check his status. He was alive and healing.
All of them were alive.
The doors opened again, and you looked up. Rex was standing there, helmet off and looking at you with both love and worry in his beautiful eyes, “May I…come in?” He asked quietly, as if not to wake the men.
“You don't have to ask, you know.” you responded, giving him a small, tired smile. It was endearing, how he’d become shy when you two were in private.
He walked over to you and brushed his hand over your cheek, “How’s your arm?” the captain asked, looking at the bandages you still wore. The bacta soaked gauze were doing their job, as the wound pulsed and throbbed in pain, indicating healing. Whether all your muscles would return remains to be seen, but at least the nerves and veins were being repaired.
“It’s getting better.” you answered, reaching up to hold his face in your hand. Your eyes narrowed, “You need rest.”
“We all do.” Rex mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning his face into your palm. He breathed deeply before opening his eyes to look at you, “Mesh’la,” His term of endearment for you slipped from his lips, “You’ve saved so many of my brothers.”
That's why he was here. Because of your earlier breakdown.
“I’m alright now, Rex.” you gently reassured him, “I…was panicked. After the battle with the tanks, and getting Silk killed, I was terrified I’d lose you.”
Rex leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. One of his hands rested at your hip, holding you close, “Silk’s death wasn’t your fault, none of the losses are your fault,” his tone was so soft, so gentle, “You have saved so many of us, not just on Umbara, but on every planet we’ve been to. Every battle, every fight…you’ve done so much. For all of us.”
“I want to do more,” you responded, “I don’t want you to lose any more of your brothers…I know it's war, but…”
He sighed, “We are clones. We were made to fight for the Republic. Die for the Republic, if the situation calls for it.” His eyes held a certain sadness to it, “We are meant to be expendable.”
“Not to me.” your voice was resolute. He wasn’t expendable. No clone was expendable.
Rex looked at you like you were the moon and stars themselves. He pulled you closer, kissing you passionately on the lips. Your chest met his armor, and he leaned into you, “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum…” he murmured when you broke away, “Gar cuyir ner kar'ta bal runi…” His forehead was against yours, holding you so tenderly.
“Bal ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” you whispered back, taking in his warmth and love, “Gar cuyir ner oyay bal narser…”
He kissed you again, only pulling away when one of the unconscious soldiers moved in his sleep.
“I have to find Krell,” he mumbled, looking at you mournfully, “He may have orders…”
“Go, be the 501st captain, cyare.” you gave him a peck on the cheek, “Good luck dealing with him.”
He sighed and stepped back, leaving the medical bay.
You watched him go before checking on all of them men. They were stable still, and luckily, a few were in a good enough state to wake up. A majority of them responded well to your neuro-check. Despite the good response from them, you wanted to keep the soldiers who sustained hits to the head in the med bay.
However, there was an ARF trooper, Rush, who was still slurring his words. It was a terrible blow to the head he had sustained taking the airbase. Putting him back under the effects of sedatives and painkillers, you wanted to move on to everyone else. But…
Well, the Umbarans were technologically advanced. The life support and monitoring systems were intergalactic basics. All from the same base that you were trained with. However, they had systems and machines you had never seen before. You tried to use some of the more heavy duty equipment, but had no luck.
One of them was a scanner, that you could tell. It resembled a datapad, but clearly had the technology and structure of the Umbarans. The screen had values and data that exceeded most medical equipment in the Republic. Your fingers toyed with it, trying to get the thing to work in your favor. Such a small but powerful scanner would be useful.
Your shoulders slumped just as the med bay doors opened again, “Holy fuck you’re still awake!?” Kix’s eyes were wide, staring at you. His helmet was off and he seemed…somewhat refreshed. He probably got something to eat and took a power nap after Krell dismissed everyone.
“Yea, there's still a lot to do.” you looked at him, holding the scanner, “Plus, I’m trying to crack some of this equipment.”
“The hardware and programming isn’t anything we’ve seen before.” The medic looked over your shoulder to see the tablet in your hands, “Oh? What's this?”
“I think it's a hand-held full body scanner. More powerful than anything in the Republic.” you answered, “I want it. But I can’t get the damn program to behave.”
He stepped back, one hand on his hip, “Jesse and Fives are in the east hangar playing with some of their weapons,” Kix gave you a soft smile, “I’ll keep an eye on the guys here, take a break.”
You couldn’t help but return his smile. It was clear the both of you had hit your limits with the losses. But now, after some rest, your spirits were higher.
After you gave an overview of each of the injured troopers, you left the medical bay and went to the hagar. The airbase was more organized now. Supplies were being moved, weapons were being inspected, and patrols were established. The 501st was very efficient.
The hagar wasn't so organized but definitely had more energy. Several soldiers were on floating platforms, inspecting suspended starships. Others were working on the ships themselves, looking at the mechanics and wiring. It didn’t take you long to find Fives and Jesse.
The ARC trooper was with Tup, having pried off a metal sheet from the ship he piloted before. The two of them were discussing something, most likely the controls or mechanics, as they inspected the inner workings of the Umbaran weapon.
Dogma was seated nearby, cleaning his rifle while Jesse was standing at a consol, brow furrowed. He was hard at work attempting to crack the enemy hardware.
You approached, stepping in front of the console, “Hey Jesse,” Your voice was quiet, not wanting to distract the others, or wake up Hardcase who was asleep on the floor, leaning against the ship Tup and Fives worked on, “Are you busy?”
The senior trooper perked up, “Depends,” He leaned forward with a glint in his eye, “I can always make time for you.” you snorted when he winked.
Dogma scoffed, “That is inappropriate.”
You rolled your eyes, but handed Jesse the tablet, “Kix told me you were working on the Umbaran hardware, I was hoping you could help me crack this thing.”
He raised a brow and took it, “What is it?”
“Some kind of scanner, I think.” you answered, sitting down next to Dogma, “But more powerful than anything in the Republic.”
“Might be easier than this fucking thing.” He smacked the console, “Give me a few minutes and I'll-.”
There was a yelp behind you and Fives tumbled off the starship, hitting the ground. The noise woke Hardcase with a jerk, who sat up and looked around confused.
“I told you not to do that,” Tup looked at the ARC trooper's pathetic form on the floor, “I warned you that if you touched the wire, it would shock you.”
“I know, I know.” Fives huffed and got to his feet and dusted himself off, “Fucking Umbarans and their…”
“I cracked the hardware,” Jesse raised the tablet, “It says Fives doesn't have a brain.”
“Son of a-”
You laughed softly alongside Tup who had paused his toying with the machine. Once you stepped up to the console, hand open, Jesse looked at you, “Oh, sorry. I actually didn't. I just saw an opportunity.” He chuckled.
Fives huffed and swiped the Umbara gadget from him, “Give me that. I’ll figure this out.”
“What's going on?” Hardcase slurred from the floor.
“Nothing, go to the barracks and get some sleep.” Dogma mumbled, keeping his eyes down to continue cleaning his weapon.
Hardcase looked around before he silently nodded and stood up, “Sleep well, buddy.” You bid him farewell as he stumbled out of the hangar. A part of you felt jealous at his ability to sleep right now.
You…didn’t think you could. Not until all of this was done.
Tup spoke your name softly, earning your attention, “Are…you and Kix ok?”
Oh, he’s so sweet. Tup reminded you of a shiny fresh off Kamino, overly respectful, overly polite and overly shy. You hoped that with more experience, he’d break out of the shell, learn that you could be a friend, not just his doctor.
You gave him a tired yet genuine smile, “We are, just needed some rest and time to breathe.”
The trooper nodded before looking over at Dogma, “Hey, Dogma, isn’t there something you need to tell our good doctor?”
The other trooper flinched before he nodded, “Listen, Doc…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things on the field.” His dark brown eyes were filled with clear sorrow and regret. His apology surprised you, but you appreciated it nonetheless.
“How’s your jaw?” You asked, crossing your arms.
“Hardcase has a strong right hook.” He mumbled, looking away ashamed, “But it's fine…”
With a sigh you approached and put a hand on his shoulder, “It's not the worst that's been said to me.” you wanted to laugh at his surprised look but remained calm, “Apology accepted.”
He slumped his shoulders and let out a relieved sigh.
“Got it!” Fives practically cheered, causing a trooper on a platform to visibly jump. The ARC trooper gave the scanner to you quickly before he dashed to Jesse’s side to help him with the console.
You looked over the gadget and began to toy with it silently. After a few minutes, the tablet responded to your touch easily. Wordlessly you stood and raised it to Dogma.
After a press on the screen, a fan of light went over the confused trooper. He paused, looking at you, “Doc…?”
The screen blinked, and on it, was an outline of his body. Next to it were values.
Blood pressure. Heart rate. Blood count. Adrenal levels. Liver enzymes. Nerve response time. Bone density. Hours of sleep.
All important values in terms of health and wellbeing. On the outline there were indicators and when you pressed the screen, there was more information. You pressed the area of his jaw, exactly were Hardcase had clocked him.
“Are you sore where Hardcase hit you?” you asked him and he nodded. After his answer, you perked up happily, knowing the scanner worked. However, there was another indicator in his head.
When you pressed it, the information was…off.
To test it, you scanned Fives, only to get the same result. Then Jesse, then Tup. All of them had the same result.
ANOMALY: right orbital floor, parietal and temporal intersection
Huh…weird….
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A Losing Game
Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 17
He'd been promised pain, and Major Krauser never failed to deliver on that mark. At least now, the two of you had each other to distract from that pain, however dangerous it was.
(Cross-posted from Ao3)
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You had been telling the truth; Leon’s first day with his new squad was hard.
It had all opened with a speech from Krauser, as so many days here had started. “I’ll promise you one thing,” he’d said, his voice severe as ever, “you’ll all be miserable. One of you makes a mistake, you’re all paying the price for it. You’re going to end up in the dirt, you’re going to run until your legs give out, and you’ll do it all without complaining because the more you sweat here, the less you’ll bleed out there.”
In the first hours, Krauser delivered on that promise.
All of it was dialed up to ten, and Leon could only struggle through it. The longer run in the morning, the more demanding exercises, the combat . . . trying to keep his focus off of you . . .
He would catch your gaze, sometimes. It was never more than a second or two at a time - you both had plenty of other things to focus on - but Leon found some small solace in your eyes. You were always silently urging him on. Telling him to keep going with just a look.
So, he pushed through the pain and exertion, because he had to. If it didn't break him, all of this would make him stronger.
Raccoon City hadn't been able to break him. Neither would this.
"You going to make it, pretty boy?" There was only one person Leon wanted to hear that nickname from, and it certainly wasn't Valeria. Not in the middle of their second run of the day, each of them carrying an ammo case along with their normal gear, when Leon's lungs felt like they were going to cave in on themselves. Not when, in the time since the tear gas attack, he’d realized who had likely put him in that headlock. Who had knocked him to the ground with a punch that left an ugly bruise forming on his jaw.
"I'll be fine." It was more a growl than anything else, delivered through a sneer and a furrowed brow. His voice wavered with the impact of his footfalls.
Valeria’s words did too, but her smirk never faltered. “Whatever you say. And no hard feelings about the hit, eh?” She took her hand off her ammo crate to point at his bruising jaw, giving him confirmation that he didn’t need. Still, the smug look on her face made him feel his frustrations sharp in his chest. “Figured you’d be used to it.” She grinned towards where you were running ahead of them, and Leon felt like someone had doused the ground in lighter fluid and set it ablaze, anger and embarrassment and all manner of other things burning at him.
He did his best to use that fire to push him forward.
He let it build in his gut when it came time to run the obstacle course, the humidity of the spring air pressing in around him. Each of them still held the ammo cases as they moved over the wooden planks and along ropes. It was an added thirty-five pounds of weight, as Krauser was happy to point out. And how would they navigate the course while still holding on to it?
“You’d better figure that out.”
Leon only made it part of the way before his case slipped from his grasp, and then he and the rest of the squad were doing push-ups. Twenty for his mistake. Twenty when Alenko fell from the course. Another twenty when Alejandro dropped his case, right before he reached the end. Twenty when even you slipped up, falling from the rope as you tried to save the case before it hit the ground. With each misstep, there was a punishment, just as promised. A punishment and glares of animosity from those who had managed to complete the task without error.
By the end of that exercise, in a group of fifteen, only four had completed it successfully. Eleven failures.
“I expected the rookies to be weak, but the rest of you?” Krauser shook his head in disappointment. That was the only break the squad got before moving on to the next exercise.
Krauser wasn’t just pushing the new blood, Leon could see it in your labored breathing. Still, you were handling it much better than he was. Your whole squad was. Enough that most of them were able to snicker a bit at the new additions by the time dinner came around, when Leon and his old squad mates dragged themselves into the mess hall. Leon’s arms felt like they were made of sand - sand that had been soaking in the desert sun, scorching and heavy. His legs shook a little, and he was just then getting his breathing back under control.
“Kind of thought there was going to be a party. You know, a little celebration,” Williams sighed, wiping her brow as she reached for her tray of food.
Shinoda was in front of her, and he scoffed at the notion. “Today was our celebration, far as Krauser is concerned.”
“Maybe we throw one for ourselves tonight, then,” Alenko huffed, and Shinoda shook his head in a decisive ‘no’.
“Only way I’m celebrating tonight is with some extra sleep.”
Williams groaned, rolling her eyes and giving a smile that was just shy of energized. “Aw come on, where’s the fun in that? Kennedy,” she turned to face Leon, one of her brows raised expectantly, “you’d join in, right?”
Leon laughed, even if it hurt his core to do it. He appreciated the sentiment, he really did, but after the day he’d had, all he wanted to do was spend time with you. Even if it was in a sparring match, and even if his body’s aches would likely stop him from winning against you like you’d challenged him to.
He wasn’t sure what that said about his life right now, and he didn’t care much to analyze it. All that mattered was that he’d had a shit day, and you made him happy. Kisses or words or the way you moved, it didn’t matter. You made him happy, and you made him stronger.
“I would but-”
“But you’re gonna go get the shit kicked out of you, we know,” Alenko shook his head, clearly amused by the idea. It was no secret how Leon had been spending his evenings, after all. “You’re crazy, Kennedy, you know that?”
Leon had to give him that. “Yeah, I know.”
That didn’t stop him from showing up in the training yard that evening, because just as surely as he was going to lose this fight, his weariness lost horribly against his anticipation. By the look on your face, you knew exactly how this fight was going to end, same as Leon. You’d known the minute Leon had joined you at dinner, practically collapsing into the seat across from you. Even so, you hadn’t offered a night of rest, and Leon hadn’t asked for one. You’d just given him one of those knowing almost-smiles - the same kind you were giving him now.
That look shouldn’t have excited him as much as it did.
“Last chance to go join the party,” you grinned. You were tired, too, but something told Leon it wouldn’t be enough.
“Oh, you heard that?”
You nodded, a knife arcing through the evening air after you tossed it. Leon’s arm protested him reaching out to take it out of the sky, but he managed to catch it anyway. “Sounds like things might get pretty crazy.” Even without the sarcasm dripping from your voice, it would have been clear that the truth was far removed from your words.
“Wouldn’t be much of a party without music,” Leon shrugged - or went to, before his sore shoulders demanded otherwise.
“Good thing we’ve got some, then.” Some classic rock today, it sounded like. Krauser must have moved out of his bluegrass phase.
The Rolling Stones scored Leon’s defeat - one delivered sluggishly, the two of you moving slower than you usually did. Even those first few bouts had the two of you panting, staring across at each other with heavy eyes. Still, both of you kept going. Leon couldn’t say exactly what it was that pushed you both onward. It might have been your shared terrors, and the desire to rise above them. Maybe it was simply the strength of your characters - enduring through the pain. Or, perhaps, it was that teasing challenge you’d issued the night before, whispered against Leon’s lips. If you can beat me . . .
Whatever the case, you both went on until at last the sun was down.
“One more,” you breathed, letting your breath escape you in a slow exhale before you raised your guard again. Leon could see it was lower than usual. Anything that required less effort. “Let’s see if you can get that win.”
And he tried - he really did - but he misjudged your exhaustion. Whether you were granted a sudden burst of energy, or it had all been a ploy, the fight ended with you taking Leon to the ground, then settling on top of him for a pin.
The fatigue helped, of course, but as you straddled him, your knife at his belly and your face so, so close to his, Leon decided that he didn’t want to move from that position for the rest of the night.
“Better luck next time,” you grinned down at him.
“I feel pretty lucky right now, actually.” Leon wasn’t sure where the words came from, but he was a little bit delighted to see surprise flickering across your eyes. It wasn’t often that he caught you off guard.
Then, your expression turned to something dangerous. “Careful, pretty boy,” you warned.
Did you mean to press your hips against his like that? Knowing you, you absolutely had. He’d lost. By your own rules, there would be no continuing last night’s affairs - but you’d promised him that you would tease him, too. You were ruthless with a blade, he fully expected you to be ruthless with your affections, when you wanted to be.
When he looked up into your eyes that night, he could tell that you very much did want to be.
“That’s a dangerous game you’re playing.” Your words were hushed – a promise of something Leon had imagined for so long.
If it was a game, it was one he’d be happy to lose.
How long had it been since he’d felt so close to someone? How long since he had been able to hold onto a feeling other than regret? Even now, even as tired as he was, he found that he wasn’t exhausted enough to disregard those desires. He wanted you to move against him. To take the aches of the day and turn them into something sweeter. To kiss him until he couldn’t breathe.
But you were both in the training yard, where anyone could see you. It would be mad to go any further here. Even so, Leon learned that you weren’t averse to a little risk when you glanced around.
When you were satisfied no one was there to see, you moved like you were going to get up. All to disguise your true intent, as your lips brushing against the bruise at his jaw, just soft enough to not hurt the tender injury. Your hips dipped against his, making his throat go dry, and then you were standing, offering him a hand up.
As you pulled him up, he was frustrated to find his desire overtaken by pain, and he winced as he stood.
You noticed.
“Tomorrow will be worse,” you cautioned, that playful spark gone from your eyes. Replaced with something more sincere. “But after that, it’ll get easier.”
Leon nodded. You’d never lied to him before, he had no reason to distrust you now. “Right,” he sighed, taking a breath and meeting your eyes with a glint. “So, rematch after dinner?”
“As if there was ever a doubt,” you nodded, smirking once more, and for a moment, he thought you were going to say more. It took you until the two of you were finished putting the training equipment away for the night for you to voice the question. “I know you said you would tell me, if things ever went too far,” you began, your voice low, “but how much are you comfortable with just yet?”
“What do you mean?” Leon asked, and he could see the gears turning in your mind as you worked out how to say what you wanted to say.
“I mean . . . if we were anywhere else, and I asked you to come home with me and spend the night right now, would you say yes?”
The question made Leon’s lips part, the initial shock of it wearing off quickly because he’d known that was the name of the game you were playing. It was hard to interpret the dark glances and pressing touches any other way. Still, he appreciated you asking.
“Well . . . I’d like to take you on a date first,” he chuckled, and you gave him a look.
In all honesty, in another life, he would have liked to wait. He would have wanted to take his time; to get to know you. He would have taken you out to dinner. Maybe a movie. He would have talked with you about your goals, your dreams. Your family. Embarrassing stories.
He couldn’t do that here, and he didn’t need to. Even if there were still mysteries - so many mysteries - about you, he knew you well, now. He knew the side of you that you didn’t show anyone else. You pretended to act annoyed at bad jokes, but you told your fair share of them anyway. You liked the Spice Girls. You liked challenges. You were the type to apologize over and over for something, even when you didn’t need to. You pushed yourself because you never wanted to be caught unprepared again. You were afraid of losing people, so you hid yourself away.
You cared, very deeply, about the people around you. Even if you tried to convince yourself otherwise.
There was more to learn, he knew, and he would take whatever you were willing to share with him, in whatever way you were willing to offer.
So, in this world where he knew his life and yours may be all too brief, Leon gave his answer with certainty. “I would say yes,” he said it quietly, moving a little closer to you.
He watched your eyes flash, and you smiled that beautiful, incredible smile. “Alright then,” you nodded. “If I ever go too far . . . or if the teasing is too much, tell me. I’ll stop, no questions.”
“Same goes for me,” Leon agreed. “But as far as the teasing goes . . . don’t think I’m going to surrender now.”
He saw that competitive streak in you spark, and he knew he was going to be in for it.
“Told you . . .” you tilted your head, leaning close, “. . .that’s a dangerous game to play with me.”
“I’m counting on it,” Leon grinned right back, standing his ground the way you’d taught him too.
There was no time for anything else. And besides, Leon didn’t mind earning his time with you. He’d discovered his feelings for you on the business end of your knife, after all.
“Well,” you eventually said, “we can’t do much of a date, but I can at least walk you home.”
“We live in the same place,” Leon laughed.
“Well, that’s convenient, isn’t it?” you grinned right back.
He almost forgot the pain in his body, laughing there with you. He held onto that feeling, savoring it while he could. Before the morning came and the pain began anew.
⧫⧫⧫
The next few days were hard on Leon, you could see it plain as day. It was hard for everyone, but the new members of your squad especially. Every day they barely managed to pull themselves through exercises, and every evening they retreated to the barracks with heavy steps and hollow eyes.
All but Leon.
You didn’t feel like you quite had a right to be proud of him, but you were. You were proud of how hard he pushed himself, never once complaining. It didn’t matter what kind of hell Krauser put you all through, or how much pain he was in, he still joined you in the training yard every evening.
And every evening, as he adjusted to the new training regiment, he came closer and closer to beating you.
He nearly had you on the third day, his knife grazing you time and time again. On the fourth, he managed to disarm you, and you narrowly blocked a stab to the heart. Then, on the fifth day-
You’d been trading blows, the two of you working at a speed that must have looked like a blur, to the untrained eye. Any of the sluggishness Leon had been experiencing in the last few days was gone, replaced now with the desire to win. Maybe because he just wanted to be a better fighter, true, but you knew damn well it was also because you’d been torturing the poor man with your teasing for the last few days. On that third day, after sparring, you’d pulled him into one of the blind spots of the cameras, kissing him quickly, letting your lips trail down to his neck. “Almost had me, there,” you’d whispered, and felt him shiver. On the fourth day, when you’d finally managed to take him down by pinning him against the wall of the officer’s barracks, you’d looked right into those ocean blues of his and pressed your thigh in between his own, just long enough to make his breath hitch. Oh yes, you’d been pushing your luck, skirting the edge of that knife just as you promised him you would. And on that fifth day, you knew, you were going to end up falling over the edge.
You’d known it going into sparring, even after your first few victories. There was just something in his eyes - a certainty and determination you’d come to see in him more and more. And beneath it all, there was a fervor there. A desire that had your belly fluttering with anticipation.
Never in all your time in STRATCOM training had you wanted to lose a fight like you did that day.
And Leon delivered.
You swung your blade down at him, held in a reverse grip. His knife was held the same way - not a hold he favored, you knew. That was likely why he was able to catch you unawares, locking the flats of each blade on each other’s forearms and pulling down. The leverage there was enough to send your knife flying, your eyes widening as he brought his arm through and up in an arc. One that ended with the tip of his knife pressing up under your jaw.
The two of you watched each other for a moment, the realization of what had just happened sinking in. The promise of what came next.
“So, what do I get for winning this time?” Leon asked, and the strained timbre of his voice set your blood aflame.
It was funny how now, with a knife to your throat, you found it so easy to look into Leon’s eyes. To communicate without words what you were feeling. Now, after so long spent running from what you felt, because you’d completely and utterly surrendered to the simple desire to be happy with him. You knew what you wanted, at long last. Still, after days of vexing him, the least you could do was offer him a choice. “Well . . . what do you want?”
His eyes, so pretty and so blue, softened. It almost scared you, the way he looked at you then. If it were just desire, that would be easier. Instead, Leon Kennedy looked at you like you’d just offered him the night sky and everything in it.
Terrifying, when you really only had one thing to offer, broken and imperfect as it was. He knew that, but his answer stayed the same.
“You.”
He spoke the word with such a soft honesty, it took all your willpower not to kiss him then and there, damned if anyone saw. Still, you had just enough of your wits about you to hold off, keeping his reverent gaze for a while longer. “Let’s clean up here,” you said, and the two of you put the training equipment away in record time.
All the while, you found yourself looking over at him, the anticipation building in your gut. The need. When it was done, your eyes met, and without words the two of you began to make your way out of the training yard, towards the back of the mess hall, to that spot where you’d imagined pulling Leon into the shadows so many times.
How had those imaginings become reality?
You didn’t have the will to answer that, right now. All you wanted was him, and so you rushed towards the back side of the building, your mind abuzz and your body alight.
You were so full of apprehension, you almost missed the smell of cigarette smoke. Still, it hit you and Leon just before you rounded the corner, and you both stopped dead in your tracks. With a quick signal for Leon to stay back, you peeked your head around the corner, trying to figure out if the smoke was indeed coming from the one place you needed to be right now.
When you saw none other than Alejandro, his outline cast in the now-present moon’s light, you felt like the next puff of his cig was going to make you burst into flames.
You looked back to Leon, shaking your head, and the shadows around him seemed to grow darker as he frowned. There was the blind spot by the officer’s barracks, you supposed, but that risked Krauser’s attention. Any of the other areas were supervised, you couldn’t linger there for too long without being watched. You did the math in your head and came to a conclusion that you absolutely loathed: your fantasies would have to wait another night. Maybe this was the universe punishing you for being a tease. A taste of your own medicine.
With no choice but to retreat, the two of you began to make your way back, and you tried to calm the lingering excitement in your belly. “Just our luck,” Leon finally said, and the disappointment in his voice was endearing.
“There’s always tomorrow,” you offered. You’d waited this long. Even if you didn’t want to, you could hold out another day.
If you must.
Leon nodded, pouting a little in the darkness. You couldn’t blame him. Still, he managed to give you a small smile. “Tomorrow.”
As you both settled into your barracks that night, you knew Leon was thinking the same thing you were: tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.
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“Devil's Bait”
Summary: Na’vi Y/N and Sully’s kids have been used for one of Bridgehead’s experiments. The Sky People are trying to get to know and team up with the Ash People, but to do that they must find out how big of a threat they are. To test their theory, they use them. But Quaritch isn’t happy about that.
(This is my interpretation of the Ash People so far)
WARNINGS : ANGST, violence, guns, shooting, tears, death
SIDE RANT: IF QUARITCH OR LYLE AND THE FEMALE LEADER OF THE ASH PEOPLE BECOME LOVE INTERESTS I AM GOING TO FUCKING CRY.
Masterlist
Word Count: 4800
(Songs fitting to this that helped me imagine the scenario: brutal - Olivia Rodrigo, Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine, Run Boy Run - Woodkid)
I was told hell was not a place on Earth or Pandora. That it was somewhere further down and one could only go there when one wasn’t alive.
But now, I’m starting to think the Sky People have brought it with them and it's slowly swallowing Pandora, like a never-ending void.
As kids, we were all told stories of the Ash People. They were malevolent creatures with no sympathy or joy in life. They were the demons of Pandora, other than the Sky People and were so-called outsiders. The Ash People did not have the connection to Eywa and Pandora that all other Na’vi had. They were almost lifeless beings filled with hate and the urge to harm and destruct.
No Na’vi would ever want to encounter an Ash Na’vi. Death and torture would be certain. Luckily, the clans had large masses of land distancing them.
Returning to hell, the fighting never stopped. After that one battle between the Sky People soldiers and the water clan and the Sullys, Pandora was still not calm.
Kiri, Lo’ak, Spider, Tuk and I were never allowed to go anywhere unsupervised by an armed adult. Jake and Neytiri wouldn’t let it happen and there was no questioning it. Especially after what happened to Neteyam…
It seemed as though our entire family had been put on their kill list and we were never truly safe.
After about a month, the fear had died down slightly and we were allowed to leave the village up to a certain area.
Today was one of the days when we would go hunting for a smaller animal or just gather fruits and herbs. Kiri was learning healing with Ronal and Neytiri, so she stayed home.
Lo’ak, Tuk, Spider and I left the coastal area and were in a forest again. This forest was still far from our old home.
What had changed was that we were no longer carrying bows and arrows. When we left, we had to have guns which were horrible, destructive tools but they were more efficient when it came to self-defence against Sky People. Especially because they had them too.
I had one, carrying it sideways because it was big and heavy while an ammo belt rested around my shoulder. Spider and Lo’ak each had one too. I held Tuk’s hand as we walked, talking about whether we preferred Ilu’s or Ikran’s.
Then, I was the first to pick up a strange noise. It was a very distant rattling coming from above the trees. I froze, letting my ears focus on figuring it out. Lo’ak heard it too and Tuk held me tighter.
“What is it?” Spider asked. We all stayed quiet for a minute, listening as the noise became louder.
“Something’s coming.” I say, not taking my eyes off the sky and the crowns of the trees.
“Do you think it’s the Sky People?” Spider asked again. Tuk gasped and I wrapped an arm around her.
“It’s a machine, that’s for sure.” I answer and Lo’ak nods, stepping in front of us all and looking around. In the distance, we see how the leaves on the trees start to shake and flay around.
It was one of their helicopters, approaching us.
“Stay quiet.” Lo’ak said. “Maybe it doesn’t know we are here.”
That theory did not last for long. The helicopter stopped moving forwards once it was roughly above us and ropes were thrown down. We stepped away and saw how Sky People in machines were getting ready to leap down.
Without hesitation, we started to run in the opposite direction with the instinct to distance ourselves from the danger.
I pulled Tuk behind me and Lo’ak gave Spider a push while we ran to take cover in the dense trees. However, the machines had reached the ground and we knew they were following us.
Luckily we didn’t have them on our heels.
Another helicopter emerged, sending us in a slightly different direction.
After a few more minutes of running, we noticed the trees were fading away and after a few more steps, there were no trees in front of us. We must have left the forest. Now, we were looking out on a large plain of grass and small plants. There was a nearby hill and in the distance, even the greenery was gone and it looked like stone and mud only.
Running into plain sight of the helicopters wasn’t a good idea but since they were behind us, we had to run from them. So we did, letting our feet take us through the grass until we were roughly in the middle.
I looked back, gasping for air and noticed the aircraft hover above the forest only. No doubt were they watching us, they had the machines facing us too but they didn’t follow. In fact, they retreated, not flying away but giving us more space.
Lo’ak and I exchanged confused looks. What was the point of that?
Tuk sat down, wrapping an arm around my leg and steadying her breathing. Spider joined her while Lo’ak and I looked around. The plain was huge but it was still encircled by forests.
“What the hell was that?” Spider asks, breathily. I sigh, not liking the fact that we didn’t understand what they were doing.
When you are being chased, it is simple. They want to get you and you don’t want to be caught, so you run. Flee from them.
But now they were just watching us and I didn’t know how to work against them here.
“I don’t know.” I reply, turning away and patting Tuk.
“You okay?” I whisper and she nods while I adjust my chest piece and ammo belt. Lo’ak keeps staring them down.
“It makes no sense.” he said, looking at me. I nod, thinking.
“Why chase us all the way here and then stop?” he asks, not expecting an answer from me.
“I don’t know. Let’s wait it out. What we need to figure out is how to get back when they are blocking the way home.” I say and Lo’ak nods, sitting down with us.
We were all a little tired, so we sat in a circle on the soft grass which dried out the further north one went. It was weird. An hour went by of us talking, pulling our strands of grass and glancing back. The helicopters had not moved. It was past weird at this point.
The whole time, I was trying to figure out what was happening. I know the Sky People don’t do things without reason. Which meant they had a plan, to drive us away from the forest and into the open. But why? Why did they want us here?
If they want us here, that means something bad is approaching. And since we don’t know what it is, we can’t plan against it. Concluding, we must leave.
“I think we should go.” I say, tapping Lo’ak’s shoulder and getting up.
“How? They’re still there.”
“We can go around, that way we will be home before the eclipse.” I say and Lo’ak hesitates before nodding.
We all get up and walk back to the forest but not to where the helicopters were. Now, there were three of them and as we started approaching the other side of the trees, one aircraft started moving forwards and hovered over the area we wanted to go through.
I stopped in my steps. The message was clear, they didn’t want us to leave. It worried me. Not knowing what is to come and not being able to escape it.
Suddenly, a single shot was fired from one of the helicopters. The bullet hit the ground a few feet away from us and we flinched at the loud noise.
I guess that meant that we should turn back, so we did, walking back to the circle.
...
The Colonel was standing amongst other soldiers and scientists, with Wainfleet and the General. Everyone was watching the operation. The helicopters were pointing their cameras at the group of Sully's kids while the soldiers on board were describing the situation. They had herded the kids out of the forest and into the open plains.
Now, they could proceed with phase two of the plan. Bring in the predators.
“What exactly is the plan here?” Lyle asks, directing his question more to the General than to Quaritch.
“We’re waiting for the hostiles to take the hint and come pick up their bait. Based on the reactions of the bait and the actions of the hostiles, we can determine how dangerous these savages actually are.” she said, taking a sip of her coffee.
Quaritch nodded, keeping his arms firmly crossed over his chest.
Lyle wasn’t expecting the Colonel to sacrifice the kids. Especially when Spider was there.
“Sir, your son is there. Are we lettin’ ‘em die?” Lyle asked and only Quaritch heard his question.
“No, just testin’ the waters.” Quaritch replies, not taking his eyes off the screen. Any minute now, they should emerge and this whole operation can finally be over.
The location wasn’t far from Bridgehead, so the helicopters had no trouble keeping connections with the Towers. One helicopter had picked up distant movement and informed the Quarters that the plan was being put into action.
...
Another twenty minutes passed and I started to have a bad gut feeling. I’ve felt it this whole time because something was seriously off here but now it seemed to get worse.
My head was spinning and my ears were twitching around, to pick up any danger.
That’s when it happened. Another distant noise. Far different from the sounds of the machines. These were echoes.
Echoes of voices and screams. They sounded like war cries and I immediately jumped to my feet.
Lo’ak flinched, starting to curse at me for startling him but then he heard it too. We all froze, just listening and looking at the hill where the noise was coming from.
My heart was thumping in my chest, my head was aching and my ears were ringing. Adrenaline was building up in me and I felt completely restless.
Within the next few seconds, there was a small movement on the hill. Then another and soon we could make out a few figures. They looked like Na’vi, but they were grey. They were making all the violent noise we heard and they also happened to be running towards us. More and more of them were emerging from the top of the hill, which was distant, but still way too close for my liking.
“What are they?” Tuk asked, panic flooding her eager voice. Everyone was on their feet now.
Lo’ak helplessly looked at me as all emotions were overpowered by fear and panic.
“The Ash People.” I whisper, my breath getting caught in my throat. All went quiet for a second until Tuk cried out and the noises got louder.
“Load the guns!” I yell, cocking my gun and checking if it’s fully loaded. Spider and Lo’ak quickly comply, even though their movements stutter a few times.
I whip my body around. The helicopters are still watching.
I then give my attention to Tuk who looks absolutely terrified.
“Tuk-” I say, grabbing her hands and turning her to face me. “Tuk everything will be okay. We have weapons, okay?” I say, guiding her behind Lo’ak and Spider.
She nods but I can see the tears forming in her eyes as her lip begins to tremble.
“Don’t look okay, turn around, hold this. You look at the pretty trees and focus on not dropping this, okay? We are right here with you.” I say, handing her a water bottle. If she focuses on tightly holding it, it may be easier for her to block out the noise. I made her turn around because I knew this was going to get bloody and she shouldn’t have to see that. Neither should we to be honest. We were still too young for this kind of violence but life hit us with new terms and conditions when Sky People arrived. Now, we have no choice but to defend ourselves.
Killing when it’s not hunting is unusual for all Na’vi except the Ash Na’vi. I knew that if we wouldn’t start attacking them we would be done for. More of them kept emerging from the hill and we were outnumbered by far.
I let go of Tuk, turning around and walking next to Spider and Lo’ak who are aiming their guns at the approaching danger. The Ash Na’vi are now full-on sprinting towards us and the scene looks like one of our worst nightmares.
“Remember, their blood is not on our hands. If we don’t do this, we’re all …” I say, motioning the universal sign of dead by fake cutting my throat. I didn’t want Tuk to hear.
They nod.
“We're doing this for our lives. For Tuk. For life, peace and… for Neteyam.” I say, knowing very well that the Sky People were part of the reason the Ash People were here.
Now they look more angry than scared and I nod, aiming my own weapon at them.
“Open fire.” I shout and immediately, bullets are soaring through the air. At first, they hit the ground around the approaching targets but after a few seconds of getting used to the weapons, the Ash People in the front line start falling to the ground as our bullets penetrate their skin.
...
“They’ve opened fire first,” a voice from the screen told Quaritch and the General. The Colonel nodded, intently watching the screen. He took note of how you acted. That you took care of Tuk before talking to his son and the other Na’vi boy and that you were the one to give them the green light to open fire while you yourself joined in.
Leadership skills.
The room was silently watching the scene. It shocked everyone that your group opened fire first. Or that you opened fire at all. They expected the Ash People to talk to you and worst case scenario take you with them, but your actions changed their minds about them. Knowing Na’vi in general were not actually violent made them conclude that you must know that they are dangerous. Killing them was an extreme form of self-defence so the Ash People must be serious threats.
...
I clenched my jaw, while Lo’ak screamed out his own war cry. The light emitting from the front of my weapon each time a bullet fired out was making my eyes hurt. Our ears were going numb and I paused to reload, handing Lo’ak and Spider more bullets before shouting to Tuk that she was doing well.
We kept firing, watching in horror as the bodies kept dropping but our instinct to survive was beating that down.
More Ash People kept emerging and I reloaded my gun again, handing the rest to Spider and Lo’ak. After this, we were out of ammunition. There were only so many we could kill.
I glance behind me, starting to walk back as they started coming closer. Spider followed and I yelled at Lo’ak that we need to retreat. I grab Tuk’s arm, pulling her back with my steps while I continued to fire up the enemy.
Lo’ak stopped firing, pressing the trigger until he realised he was out of bullets. Soon after, Spider had the same issue.
“Back!” I yell and we start running. Occasionally I turn around, shooting down the fast ones that were getting close to reaching us. I knew I only had a few shots left so I used them wisely.
Tuk was crying and I was now focusing on helping Tuk and getting us all out of here.
...
Quaritch’s eyes widened when he saw how you began to retreat. You must have run out of ammunition and could only flee.
He adjusted his posture and clapped his hands.
“Alright, that’s it. Get ‘em out of there or fire up the others. Your choice.” He spoke calmly.
The experiment was done. They got your reaction and it told them that the Ash People were the worst of the worst. Now they needed to just solve the problem of you all being hunted.
The General turned to him, raising an eyebrow.
“Get ‘em out of there?” she scoffed, shaking her head and sipping from her cup again.
Quaritch froze for a split second. Was that not the plan?
“No, let’s see what they do to ‘em. Then we can call the mission off.” she spoke and Quaritch grimaced, not understanding.
He thought they agreed on getting you all out of the scene after reactions were studied.
“I’m not sending my men in there. It’ll turn into a battlefield.” she added, chuckling with one of her colleagues at the absurd idea.
That was it. Quaritch had enough and was slowly starting to panic. Lyle had picked up that the situation was taking a wrong turn and became restless.
“No, we agreed that we would dissolve the fight once we have what we needed. I think we got that.” he spoke, walking up to the General.
“My son is there!”
“That’s not your son.” she snapped back.
“Do I have to remind you that I am in charge of this mission and that you will not interfere with anything unless I say so.” she spoke like a snake spitting venom. It was menacing to Quaritch and he realised now that he did in fact not look up to her.
He wanted to shout at her and argue back but he knew the consequences would be harsh on him. While he couldn’t change her mind, he could still do his own thing.
He snarled before turning away and quickly exiting the room. Lyle immediately followed.
“What’s the plan?” Lyle asked, glancing back at the General before facing his Colonel.
“We’re getting ‘em outta there.” Quaritch furiously snarled again. Wainfleet grinned, liking the rebellion. He himself never liked the General.
...
The helicopters were still hovering but we had no choice but to run to the forest. We avoided directly running under the aircraft. The start of the forest was still very far away. I attach the gun to my belt, yelling at the boys to follow me. I then wrap my hands under Tuk’s arms, who was struggling to keep up and almost tripped a few times, launching her from her feet and onto me. I was slightly taller than Lo’ak so I was able to hold her while she wrapped her arms and legs around my body. We were all sprinting away, knowing this was another life-or-death situation. Maybe the worst one yet.
Lo’ak was helping Spider while I led the way with Tuk in my hands. When we were getting close to the forest, the helicopters were not shooting or blocking the way. I glanced behind me, gasping when I saw how close the Ash Na’vi were. They were much faster because they were all adults. The looks on their faces we so hate-filled I was beyond terrified. Their eyes were demonic and it seemed as though all that mattered to them was catching up with us.
I face forwards again and almost scream when I see that some Ash People have started emerging from the other side now too. We were being closed in from both sides. Next to us was the forest but that’s where the Sky People were before.
I slow down, turning to Lo’ak.
“Go through the forest! Take Tuk!” I shout and he nods before giving me a confused look.
“Come then, let’s go!” he shouts back, ready to run in between the trees.
“I can’t! They will catch up easily if we all go there.” I say, putting Tuk back on her feet and giving her to Lo’ak. He holds her as I did and angrily looked at me.
“I will not leave you behind!” he shouts, grabbing for my arm but I move out of the way.
This made me feel like I was a stupid character in a stupid movie, making it more dramatic by sacrificing myself to help the others even though usually they would make it anyway. But this time, I knew they would follow and kill us all in the forest. If I didn’t lead them away from my family we would all die.
“There is no other option!” I yell and Lo’ak knows that when he sees how close the Ash Na’vi are.
“Time is running out. GO!” I yell and he nods before they all take off. I curse, even though I’m glad they listened. Tuk screamed out for me, tears streaming down her eyes as her sore legs dangled around Lo’aks waist. Spider looked back before running with them.
“Your ‘son’ is out of danger now, Colonel. Return to base.” The General spoke over a monitor in an almost mocking tone.
Both men slightly grimaced at her voice, while sitting in a helicopter which they took. The pilot was threatened by the Colonel to listen to him and now they were in the air, approaching the area you were in.
Quaritch looked at the screen, feeling a little relieved when he noticed Spider was in the woods and was no longer being chased. Then again, he and Lyle were both restless when they saw exactly how close the savages were to you and how you were slowly failing at keeping your previous fast pace.
They exchange eye contact before the Colonel puts the holo-pad away.
...
“We’re gettin’ her outta there too. She helped Spider.” he said and Wainfleet nodded, starting to arm himself with the present weapons.
...
I really hoped this wouldn’t be the last time I see them. I turn around, aiming my gun and shooting another Ash Na’vi before continuing to run in the direction we were before we realised there were more enemies in front of us. I left the forest behind, sprinting into what I thought was going to be the death of me. I was spinning around, constantly shooting down the Na’vi that almost got within my reach.
They had forgotten the others and were all chasing me down. I kept firing and then my heart sunk deep in my chest when I realised that I too was out of bullets.
My legs were starting to give out and with each leap I took, my knees wobbled more and I was reaching my limit.
They were really close and all my exits were blocked off now.
I was giving up all hope, throwing my gun down and ridding myself of any unnecessary weight holding me back. But it was becoming difficult to breathe and my legs were trembling.
Just as I was about to let my body give in, a loud mechanical noise erupted from above me. I knew it was a helicopter by the way it created a strong wind around it. It was descending in front of me and kept a rather big distance. The sides were open and in it, I could recognise Na’vi in military clothing. I knew very well they were Sky People.
The thudding noise of footsteps behind me was just a few feet away and I forced myself to keep running, knowing the Ash People were right behind me.
The two Na’vi on the helicopter were shouting something at me but I didn’t understand. Everything seemed to move in slow motion and all I was able to hear was the footsteps behind me and the shouts of incoherent angry voices from the enemy.
The helicopter was still hovering above the ground and I noticed the Ash People from the other side were getting close to it too.
Suddenly, bullets were flying through the air and I was about to take cover and throw myself on the ground when I heard a loud thud and one of the Ash People behind me got hit with it. While falling, their extended hand scratched my heel. That’s how close they were.
I ran as fast as I possibly could, not fearing the soaring bullets as they flew right past me.
I was almost there. The helicopter started to rise again and I panicked, not wanting them to leave. One of the Na’vi’s hands extended out, reaching for me but it seemed out of reach and I didn’t trust it. The last few steps became lunges and once I took the final one, I leapt off the ground, extending my arms to the front and gripping the bottom pole the helicopters use to stand on.
It kept rising into the air as I hung from the pole and when I looked down the Ash People were right where the helicopter was before. When I leapt forward, one of the jumped after me and just barely missed gripping my ankle.
I watched them in horror while holding on for dear life as they shouted and stomped angrily that I had escaped. They truly were demons.
I heard voices from above me and when I looked up, both Navi men were peering down at me while I swung with the movements of the aircraft.
“Take my hand!” One shouted through the noise. I recognised him.
As much as I hated them, anything was better than being tortured to death by the monsters down there, so I accepted, reaching for his with one hand while the other kept its tight grip.
He tightly clutched my hand and heaved me up into the helicopter with them.
I was on my knees, gasping for air while holding onto a seat. One of them was sitting while the bald one aimed a gun at me. I didn’t have the strength to worry about it. The one sitting scanned over my body before waving the other off.
“Not armed.” he said and the gun was put away.
I look at both of them, recognising the faces.
The one sitting was Quaritch. Or the Colonel as Jake said. He was the reason this was all even happening. Next to him was a man who I think was called Lyle. He killed Neteyam...
I hated them both equally.
While calming my breath I glared at them, my ears pinning back before I looked outside. Maybe I should just jump off and hope I land in the water.
“That was some runnin’ you did.” Quaritch said with a sly smirk, thinking I was thankful for them being there. I was but I also wasn’t.
“What’s your name?” he asks but I ignore him. He instantly notices that I don’t want to be there and that I’m not comfortable with them.
“Hey, we saved ya. If it weren't for us, you’d be dead. You might as well talk to us.” he added. I felt like shit, being rescued by the other enemy.
“You’re the reason we were even there.” I snarl at him and he is taken aback by my attitude.
“And you’re the reason we were only four.” I add, hissing at the soldier next to him. If Neteyam were alive, he would have gone with us.
Lyle sits still, processing what I just said. Quaritch shuts up too. They knew the damage they had caused.
But Lyle didn’t know he killed a kid. Quaritch did.
It was reason enough for me to not talk to them and they understood, not bothering me anymore.
“Here.” Lyle said, handing me a bottle. I glance between him and the water before hesitantly taking it, avoiding eye contact with my brother’s killer.
The rest of the ride was silent. I was too exhausted to care where we were going but I knew I wasn’t being given a ride home. My body had reached its limit and I fell asleep on board.
(This is a ONESHOT Imagine and not a series. I will not write a part 2 because there is no way I can turn this into a smut with either Lyle or Quaritch. This version of Y/N hates them both too much to hook up with them. Also, how could she? They took her away and killed Neteyam. It wouldn’t work, so please don’t ask me to do it.
There are more ideas to come, some maybe still include the Ash People while others are just filthy smut.)
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Kind of a review of "Laika: Aged Through Blood"
Over the past weekend I managed to put 24 hours into this little game and I have so many feelings about it that I decided to write up a review of it. So let's get into it:
Laika: Aged Through Blood is a 2D metroidvania by Brainwash Gang that released on the 19th October of this year. It's also a shooter with bullet time. And also one of those bike-platformers like the Trials games or Happy Weels. And a post-apocalyptic spagetti-western.
Gameplay:
Like I've mentioned before, Laika plays a lot like one of those bike-platformers, meaning that you'll spend the vast majority of the game driving trough the desertificated ruins of civilisation, making sick flips and trying desperatly not to break all of your bones on the pavement. The major way in which Laika differs from those games is that it also gives you a gun and asks you to shoot facists with it. Because aiming while having enemies shot at you while also trying not to crash isn't that easy, the game throws you a bone (because your playing as a canaid, get it?) and activates bullet time as soon as you press down the trigger, firing the gun only when you release. This doesn't only alleviate the chaos, but also makes you feel cool as fuck! Your guns (of which threre are six in total) all have infinite ammo, but require you make a backflip to reload. You are also able to parry enemy bullets by pressing the turn button at the correct moment. Your parry only replenishes after doing a front flip. This is fucking brilliant, because it forces you to do tricks and tricks feel satisfying to pull of.
The metroidvania aspect of the game honestly falls a bit into the background. There are only 3 really new abilities that you unlock over the game, one of which doesn't get utilised enough. The gamplay at the end of the game doesn't feel that different from the beginning. Luckily enough, the gameplay that is there feels amazing and the game isn't long enough for this lack of evolution to become a problem. Still, it would probably be more honest to call this an open world game than a metroidvania, especially more so because while exploration is definitly a thing that happens, it happens more passivly while you are doing quests for the people in your village or other wastelanders. A couple of other (really minor) misgivings that I have are that I only really found myself using 2 of the 6 guns, that there should have been a couple more teleporters around and that the dash upgrade should have been a nitro boost.
Presentation:
Laika has a really cute cartoony art stile that contrasts brilliantly with it's bleak world and gruesome violence.
Even the most minor encounter will lead to mangled corpses and our heroine being soaked in blood (partially because this wastelands currency are the guts of your enemy)
That doesn't mean there isn't time for more peacefull or communal moments though
And honestly, the game needs an artstyle like this. Anything less and it's world would feel to bleak. A game this bleak and melancholic needs a bit of cartoony levity, else it would be to depressing.
Speaking of melancholy, the soundtrack by Beícoli is hauntingly beautifull. Tracks like "The Whispers" or "Mother" will be spooking around in my head for a while. The soundtrack is also completely diagetic! Because not only is Beícoli a character in the game, but the songs you listen to are cassetes that you listen to with a walkman (that you can eject and replace whenever you want through your menu).
The rest of the sounddesign is also great. Menus have all the right clicky noises, your bike roars apropiatly and while I'm not completely satisfyed with the guns (could use more cracking) they still sound better than in some FPS games I've played.
Story and World:
I'm honestly a little bit afraid to say too much about both, because I'm afraid to spoil to much of an amazing experience. I'll still try to give at least a (very tiny) ocerview. I'll also get into the content warnings for this game. Because besides the extreme, although cartoony, violence, the game also features depictions of extreme violence against kids and depictions and mentions of suicide, as well as mentions of sexual assault. Now the game itself warns you of these and it didn't feel like it relished in any of them. I still think that they are worth mentioning though.
As I've alluded to before, Laikas world is not a happy place. The world you inhabit isn't dying, it died a long time ago. And there are still people that want to deprive others of what little they have. Specificaly these racist as fuck birds with legally distinct guns and uniforms that definitly aren't a stand in for real world imperial powers, what are you talking about?
(The birds in question)
The game beginns with a child having been brutally murdered by them and his father having gone out to take revenge. Our heroine, the anthro coyote Laika (whoever would've guessed that she's called that!?), follows him. soon enough she's sent out by her village to wage a one person war against the enemy. Luckily, Laika is cursed (ha), which means that she can not only see the ghosts of the recently decesed, but she's functionally immortal (because resporning at checkpoints is also diagetic, hell yeag!) Laika is also a single mom looking after her daughter Puppy (there is an actual story reason she's called that, the writers weren't just lazy). Laika doesn't want this fucked world to rob her Puppy of her childhood (for more reasons one). Her own mother, Maya (who she has a very strained relationship with at best), disagrees. Maya believes that Puppy needs to grow up to have a chance surviving. Both of these plotlines, Laika fighting the Birds and Laikas relationship with her family, are surprisingly nuanced, overlap at times and, most importantly, hurt me. Laika: Aged Through Blood is one of these stories that, even right after beginning them, you just know can at best end melancolic. That doesn't mean there is only tragedie to be had here, just be aware that you shouldn't play this game if your goal is only to feel great.
Final thoughts:
I could talk about this game for hours (but that would involve heavy spoilers and isn't fitting for a review). I don't think I there was a moment in the 24 hours I spend with it that I didn't enjoy (mind that someone that was better at the game wouldn't need that long, I just fucking sucked at it, lol). It's a game that made me cry multiple times. It's a game that definitly deserves more attention than it is currently getting. It's a game that you can try out right now because there is a demo available! It's probably my game of the year.
#Kind of a Review#This was actualy kind of fun to write#maybe I should do this more often#Laika: Aged Through Blood#196#Feel free to ask me more about it if you want#because I definitly want to text at people about this game
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The Flirt
WinterIron, T, 1.1k - Crack, Humor, established relationship, Tony the Flirt, Bucky is amused, Avengers family shenanigans
A couple folks said they'd be interested in seeing the actual process of me writing an entire fic around one line of dialogue, and that seemed like a fun challenge, so I wrote this fic in a day so I could write THAT.
Just a silly fun little thing please enjoy (and if you want you can find the behind-the-scenes HERE!)
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“This doesn’t bother you at all?”
“What doesn’t?” Bucky asks, not looking up from his book.
“This,” Scott says again, unhelpfully. The word is accompanied by the entire couch jolting slightly as he flails his arms at the TV, and Bucky finally looks up.
He hasn’t been paying attention while the rest of the room flips through channels and argues about what to watch, but it looks like they’ve temporarily paused on coverage of the SI press event going on right now. Bucky gets a little distracted just watching Tony smile and charm everyone on his way out of the venue, and when he spots Happy waiting nearby he starts calculating how long it’ll take Tony to get back to the tower, but when Scott makes an impatient sound Bucky tears his eyes away from the TV.
“That Tony has to do these things?” Bucky asks in confusion, “I mean, a little, but only because it leaves me stuck hanging out with you assholes.” He leans back to dodge the throw pillow Sam hurls at him from the other end of the couch and then points out, “You’ve been arguing with Clint about The Voice for an hour, that’s longer than the show.”
“I think he means Tony flirting with all the reporters and their camera men,” Natasha chimes in from where she’s curled up in the armchair.
“That is what I mean,” Scott confirms, most of his attention on grabbing one of the spare pillows as ammo just in case and hey look at that, he’s learning.
“Why would that bother me,” Bucky says dismissively, “he’s just flirtin’ his way out like he always does so he can get home quicker. Plus, Tony flirts with everything. Literally, I once saw him run into a chair and then flirt with it.”
“What?” Steve asks around a startled bark of laughter.
“I’m not saying I’m doubting you, but- how?!” Clint asks, and Bucky doesn’t miss the fact that he’s using everyone’s moment of distraction to try and wiggle the remote out of Sam’s hand.
“He told the chair he couldn’t help getting better acquainted with its enticing curves,” Bucky says with a shrug, “and sure he was half asleep, but it was smooth.”
“I was there,” Natasha says with a nod, “it was smooth.”
“One of the fancy dining room chairs?” Clint asks, and then when everyone turns to stare at him he defensively demands “what? Those are the curvy chairs.”
“Yes, one of those chairs,” Bucky says slowly, “an’ now I’m worried about you.”
“Me? Your boyfriend is the one flirting with the furniture,” Clint pouts and swats at Sam when he laughs.
“Sounds like you’re the one who’s bothered,” Bucky points out with a grin.
“I don’t want to fuck the chairs!” Clint insists, loudly, and grabs another pillow to throw at him.
“Hey, watch it,” Steve complains as Bucky swats the pillow away and it bounces off into him instead.
“How does everything devolve into a pillow fight around here?” Scott whines as he clutches his own pillow tighter, “I’m calling my mom to come pick me up.”
“We play too rough for the ex-con,” Natasha says thoughtfully, ignoring Scott’s offended huff, “I think we could almost take pride in that, if it weren’t for everything else about this situation.”
“So wait, you said Tony is flirint his way out ‘like he always does’,” Sam says, apparently not letting go of that line of conversation, “what else does he flirt his way out of? Board meetings or something?”
“Kidnappings?” Clint asks, sounding way to excited, but he’s probably just glad no one is latching onto calling his a chair-fucker.
“He has not flirted his way out of kidnappings,” Steve says with a roll of his eyes.
“Sure he has,” Bucky says and then grins when everyone turns to look at him, “at least twice, an’ that’s just the stories I’ve heard. But it’s probably more, knowin’ Tony.”
“‘Knowin’ Tony’ what?” Tony asks as he walks into the common room, still loosening his tie and raising a curious eyebrow as all eyes in the room land on him.
“You’ve flirted your way out of a kidnapping more than once?” Natasha asks, sounding impressed.
“Oh yeah, dozens of times,” Tony says easily as he throws himself over the back of the couch and sprawls out half on top of Bucky.
“How?” Scott demands, scooting over slightly to avoid Tony’s flailing legs.
“Well the first time was an accident,” Tony says, holding up one finger and clearly about to start counting down the list before Sam cuts him off
“I’m sorry, how do you accidentally flirt your way out of a kidnapping?” Sam demands with a huff of laughter.
“I think I was nineteen? And apparently I was so charming, the guy felt bad and just walked me back to my dorm-”
“Stop-” Scott says, sounding caught somewhere between horror and delight.
“- The next time was an accident again, the third time was on purpose to see if I could, accident again, three times on purpose, one more accident, and the rest have all been on purpose,” Tony finishes proudly, and then tips his head up to grin at Bucky, clearly waiting for his welcome-home kiss.
Bucky grins back and instantly leans down to kiss him, happily ignoring the rest of the team booing and throwing things at them. He’s pretty sure the thing that bounces off his shoulder is Scott finally throwing the pillow he’s been clinging to, but Bucky still doesn’t pull away from the kiss until he can feel Tony’s breath shaking against his lips.
“Is that actually your strategy when you get captured?” Steve asks as soon as they break apart and he kind of looks like he’s trying his hardest not to be amused.
“I mean it depends on the who, but yeah that’s always my first choice,” Tony says, finally sitting a little more upright so he can turn enough to face Steve and shrugging shamelessly as he adds, “it’s easy, just get them flustered enough and they don’t even notice you sneaking away.”
Steve nods thoughtfully and then abruptly sits upright, jolting the entire couch because he was previously wedged into the bend of it, and everyone turns to look at him as he says, “Wait a minute, last week after that mission, when you wanted to skip debrief and started going on and on about what my new uniform does for my shoulders...”
He trails off, face going steadily redder and redder and his mouth hanging open indignantly. As one the group turns to look at Tony, and he just responds with a slow, smug grin.
“You harlot,” Natasha accuses, fond and proud, but it’s nearly drowned out by Bucky howling with laughter.
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A Selfless Soul, part 4
Authors note: I’m so sorry the wait has been so long!! I hope you enjoy this part! Hmm, could a change in the relationship dynamic be on the horizon?👀
Word count: 4846
Warnings: angsty at the end
Marvel Masterlist A Selfless Soul Masterlist
14 weeks/little over 3 months
You let out a huff as you lift the large box, making your way to the basement stairs with it. You slowly and carefully make your way down them, not wanting to risk tripping and potentially falling which would not only hurt you but worry the three women upstairs. God you didn’t even want to know how Natasha would react to that.
You set the box down as you reach the steel door at the bottom of the stairs, punching your code into the keypad before moving your thumb over to the scanner. The door opens and the lights inside automatically turn on. You walk into the bunker, through the area that the beds reside in and make your way to the far wall.
Next to several surveillance camera monitors is the rooms armory, which you can now fill with the extra weapons and ammo you had retrieved from your hidden armory in the garage. Your wife had the hidden armory out there put in shortly after you had moved here. Just because you weren't Avengers anymore didn’t mean trouble wouldn’t come to you and now with a baby on the way you'd both decided a bunker had to be built to keep your wife and baby safe if enemies from either of your pasts showed up.
It hadn’t taken long to be built, and you knew the company was reliable because your old handler, Maria Hill had used them herself years ago. She even came out today to add the finishing touches, the camera system and security locks, at Natashas request since your wife trusted Hill more than the company's professionals. You wish you could have gotten a picture of her face when she saw you were alive and well, living with your happy wife Natasha and your friend Wanda.
You close the cabinet making sure it is locked before heading out the main bunker door, smirking as it automatically closes and locks behind you. You head up the stairs and back to the garage to double check everything was in its proper place. Content you head back into the living room, placing a kiss on Nats cheek as you walk up behind where she sits on the sofa.
“Hi my love.” she says with a smile, “Everything set up?”
“Hi baby. Yeah I got all our extra gear that didn’t fit into the garage armory to fit in the bunkers armory.” you tell her “Even got an extra suit for each of us down there in case we can’t get to the ones in our room.”
“Cameras and locks all up to your standards, Barton?” Hill asks
Nat elbows her, “It’s Romanoff now, remember?”
Hill raises her hands in surrender, “Right, right. Sorry.”
“Yeah, everythings great. Thanks Maria, the company was great but when it comes to security like that, Nat and I really only trust you.” you tell her
She nods, “Not a problem at all. Wish I would've known about the little surprise before I got here, I would have brought a gift.”
“The bunkers security is enough of a gift for our malyutka(little one).” Nat tells her, “Besides, Wanda here has bought enough gifts for herself, you and Fury. Hell, maybe even the rest of SHIELD too.”
“Hey!” she exclaims, “Y/n said I was allowed to spoil my godchild!”
You laugh, “Well when I said that I wasn’t expecting you to practically buy a toy store.” Wanda only grumbles at your response and Nat laughs.
Maria had stayed for a few more hours, enjoying lunch with the three of you before she needed to get back to SHIELD. After which Wanda decided she wanted to head into the small town nearby to do some shopping, leaving you and Nat alone in the home.
The two of you relax on the couch, Nat snuggled into your side as your hand absentmindedly plays with her hair. The Bond movie, ‘Goldfinger’ plays on the tv. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face when your wife begins to quietly quote the film, replicating characters' accents as she did so.
“Kotenok(kitten), will you braid my hair?”
You smile, “Of course my love.” you answer as you begin to run your fingers through her hair
She sighs as your fingertips caress her scalp, getting rid of any tangles before you start on her braid. You both sit in a comfortable silence as the movie plays. Occasionally the silence is interrupted by your wife who still quietly quotes along with the action scenes that play on the tv.
You finish the braid off and give the top of her head a kiss, “There you go, all done”
She turns and cups your face, giving you a proper kiss, “Thank you my love”
“Of course, anything for you.” your hand gently caresses her stomach, “And you little one.”
A large smile spreads across her face as you talk to her belly, she absolutely cannot wait to actually have her baby in her arms for you both to dote on and admire, but she will cherish these memories of your interactions with the growing baby.
She snuggles into your side hugging you, “I love you Y/n.”
“I love you too Tasha.” you reply, wrapping your arms around her in a tight hug.
By the time Wanda returns she finds you both asleep on the sofa together and she can't resist the urge to take some pictures, both for the baby album and herself. She's so glad that you're back, so glad to see Natasha so happy. She drapes a blanket over both of you before heading to the kitchen.
Since the two of you had fallen asleep she decided to make dinner for everyone despite it being your turn to do so. She knew how hard you had been working on things lately so she was happy to give you a break.
Natasha wakes first, smiling softly as she sees your still sleeping form underneath her but the smell of food quickly gains her attention. She's careful to not wake you as she removes herself from you and the couch. She covers you back up with the blanket before making her way to the kitchen.
She smiles again as she sees Wanda standing next to the stove, swaying her hips slightly to the music that is softly playing from her phone.
Not wanting to scare the younger woman, she clears her throat and Wanda quickly turns around to locate the source of the noise.
She smiles upon seeing the Russian, "Hey Nat, have a nice nap?"
"I did, yes. Thanks for giving us the blanket and for cooking dinner."
"Of course! It's not a problem at all really." She replies, turning back around to keep an eye on dinner. Natasha joins her by the stove, both wanting to see what she was making and be closer to the woman.
Suddenly the song changes and the Sokovian can hardly contain her excitement, “I love this song! Dance with me?”
Before the Russian can say anything she finds her hands being grabbed by Wandas abnormally warm ones, and she lets out a chuckle as she's gently spun around the kitchen. Wanda joins in the laughter as they continue to dance and enjoy the music, and neither can help but feel a sense of peace like this. Wanda knows there's nowhere else she’d rather call home than here with the two, soon to be three of you. This was home.
At first you aren’t sure what woke you. Was it the smell of dinner, the sound of laughter or just the fact that you missed your wife's presence? Regardless of the cause you're now awake, and you find yourself sneaking over to the kitchen to get a glimpse at what the two women find so funny. You stand there with a smile on your face as you watch them sway slightly as they continue to laugh. And as you watch and listen you begin to realize, not only do Natashas giggles sound like music to you but Wandas giggle do as well, and you're unsure of what exactly that means. You can’t dwell on it long though, because as the brunette twirls the redhead again, her gaze falls upon you.
“Detka(baby)!” she excitedly calls out as she opens her arms to you, “Dance with us?”
Wanda tries her best to hide the surprise on her face. She hadn’t anticipated being included with the two of you being a couple but she's happy that she was. You quickly join them, and take turns dipping and twirling the two women. The three of you enjoy this happiness and fun for a few more moments, but Nat begins to tire out and Wanda needs to continue with cooking.
“That was fun.” Natasha admits, leaning in to kiss you as Wanda stirs the food
You nod, “It was. I’m glad I woke up and was able to join you both.”
Wanda smiles softly to herself. It had been fun, more fun than she’d had in a long time. So why was she sad and upset now?
18 weeks/4 months
A thunderstorm. There's nothing weird or abnormal about it, yet as soon as it starts you shoot up in the bed and hurry to untangle your legs from your wifes in order to head to the house's only occupied guest room. Because you know the effect the noises have on the Sokovian.
You don’t even knock, simply opening her door and rushing inside. Her bed is empty but as you look around the room you find her. She's huddled underneath her desk, wrapped up in the blankets in an attempt to keep herself warm and comfortable, but based on the way she's trembling you know it's not really helping.
“Wanda” you call out, making your way over to her. You crouch in front of her, “Hey- ”
You're quickly cut off as she throws herself into your arms. You wrap yours around her and hold her close, one hand soothingly rubbing her back as she cries while the other hand holds the back of her head.
“It’s ok. I’m here, I’ve got you, Wans.” you coo, trying to remind her that she isn’t in any danger. She's no longer in a Sokovia thats being bombarded by bombs, she's at your house. Yours and Natashas. She couldn’t be safer.
She shakes her head, “It's not safe. We’re in danger.”
“We're not. We're safe here, I promise.” you tell her, fully sitting on the floor to allow her to climb into your lap, “We’re safe Wans, it's not explosions.”
“It's thunder dorogoy(sweetheart), just thunder.” your wife's voice comes from behind you, causing you to jump ever so slightly
You can hear the woman in your arms sniffle as Natasha comes to sit beside you both. You move your hand from Wandas head to her back to to join your other, allowing Nat to thread her fingers through the brunettes locks. She coos softly in Russian, singing a soft tune to help calm the younger woman.
She begins to relax slightly as you both care for her, but then a rather loud clap of thunder rumbles overhead. It’s so loud that the house's walls shake slightly. Despite your hold on her, Wanda jumps and a small yell of surprise and fear leaves her.
She holds you tighter, burying her face in your neck as one of her hands shoots out to clasp onto Natashas free hand, “Please don’t leave. Everyone else did. Please don’t leave.”
To her surprise, Natasha feels tears building in her eyes at the younger woman's pleas. She's seen Wanda struggle like this before and although it saddened her it didn’t affect her like this, She's never cried about it before so why was now any different? She chalks it up to her hormones before going to reassure the scared woman.
“We aren’t leaving dorogoy(sweetheart), we’ll always be right here.” she says, squeezing the shaking hand that holds her own
“We’re here to stay, Wans. We aren’t leaving.” you add
She nods, “Can…can you two stay here until it's over?”
You glance at Natasha, who smiles softly, “I’ve got a better idea. Our bed’s bigger, so why don’t you come to our room for the night?”
“Y-you're sure?” she asks, “I don’t want to be a bother”
“You aren’t and will never be a bother.” you tell her
She nods and stands with you and you swiftly help Natasha up. Still holding her blankets closely Wanda stays between the two of you as you walk back to your room. You allow Natasha to get in and make herself comfortable as you hold Wanda close.
“Do you want to lay between Y/n and me?”
Wanda looks at the bed, then at her fidgeting hands, “You wouldn’t mind?”
“Of course not.” you reply, gently pushing her forward so she can crawl in
She makes herself comfortable and then you slide in. Before you can shut the light off that Nat had turned on before searching for you, you watch her hand move to Wanda's head again. Her fingers gently caress her scalp and it relaxes the Sokovian immensely. You turn the light off, turning to face the two women. Without thinking you wrap your arm around Wanda's waist, your hand laying against your wife's stomach as she cuddles into Wanda's back.
Wanda finds she is glad the lights are out. Because if they weren’t she's confident you and Natasha would be able to see the blush on her cheeks. She finds herself really enjoying the closeness she currently has with you both, and she quickly falls into a sound sleep.
22 weeks/5 months
A little over a month later, upon being woken up at 4am, you are incredibly grateful you had Marias chosen company build that bunker. Three large black suvs screech to a stop at the end of your driveway, and you're both woken up by an alert to their presence seconds before you can hear one of them ram through your driveway's security gate.
“Who is it?” Natasha sleep filled voice is quick to ask as you usher her out of bed and down the stairs
“I don’t know” you reply, silently cursing that they chose the weekend Wanda had gone out of town to spend time with Clint, “But I’m going to find out”
She stops in her tracks right inside the bunkers doorway, “What?! No! No, you're not!”
“Baby- ”
She clutches onto your arm, “No Y/n. You're staying in this bunker. You're staying with me, and our baby.” Your heart sinks as you see the tears sliding down her face as you hear the men attempting to gain entrance to the house above.
“Tasha, I can't stay here. We need to figure out who they are, how they found us and if anyone sent them. We both can’t just sit in here and wait for them to leave. They'd only keep coming back, or wait for us to come out of the bunker after running out of supplies.”
She shakes her head, memories of losing you playing in her mind, “Please don’t go. Please”
You kiss her, “I’ll be ok. I’ll have my suit on, I'll be all geared up, I’ll have access to the houses camera feeds, and I’ll have you in my comms.”
Reluctantly she lets go of your arm and gives you a curt nod, and you quickly ready yourself. By the time you've geared up, you can hear the reinforced front door finally burst open. You make sure to grab extra ammo clips and throwing knives before heading for the door but you're stopped by your wife's arms wrapping around you.
“Please be careful.” she whispers through her tears, “Kick their asses and then you come back to me and our baby, understand?”
“I understand baby.” You nod, turning around to give her a quick kiss, then you make your way out the bunker's door. You wait to both hear and see the door shut before you begin to silently head up the stairs.
Natasha watches the camera feeds with her heart in her throat. She watches the men begin to search the livingroom and kitchen as you sneak your way into the garage and back into the house.
“Bud' ostorozhen. Vdova budet vooruzhena.(Be careful. The Widow will be armed)” one of them whispers to the others as a few of them sneak upstairs
A few moments pass before one of them runs back down, “Romanova beremenna!(Romanoffs pregnant!)”
“Ty uveren?(You're sure?)”
He nods, “Na prikrovatnoy tumbochke fotografii yeye rastushchego zhivota i snimok UZI. I dlya rebenka podgotovlena komnata.(On the bedside table are photographs of her growing belly and an ultrasound scan. And a room has been prepared for the child.)”
The man stays silent, processing the new information when he's bombarded by yet another man, “Ved'ma zdes'!(The Witch is here!)”
“Kakaya?(What?)”
“Maksimoff. Zdes' yest' komnata dlya neye. Ona dolzhna byt' zdes'.(Maximoff. There's a room here for her. She must be here.)”
He shakes his head dismissively, “Net. Yesli by ona byla zdes', oni by ne pryatalis'. Im ne nuzhno bylo by ispol'zovat' skrytnost' s ney, chtoby zashchitit' ikh.(No. If she was here, they would not be hiding. They wouldn't need to use stealth with her to protect them.)”
One of the other men speaks up, “Togda oni yavlyayutsya fulnerable. Net ved'my, kotoraya mogla by im pomoch', a vdovu nuzhno zashchishchat', chtoby rebenok byl v bezopasnosti. My kak raz.(Then they are vulnerable. No Witch to help them, and the widow needs to be protected to keep the baby safe. We just deal with the Archers sister.)”
Natashas heart clenches at their words, because they aren’t wrong. There are at least fifteen of them and one of you. You didn’t have her as backup nor did you have Wandas magic to assist you in a fight. You were alone, and she was petrified.
Meanwhile, at Clint's farm he and Wanda are pulled away from their discussion by both of their phones sending out emergency alerts. They share a confused look as the both grab their devices
“On no” Clint says, seeing the camera feed being sent to his device, “The house has been breached, Marias system is alerting us.”
“Y/n and Natasha!” Wanda exclaims, “Clint we have to go, they’ll need help! Nat can’t fight because of the baby!”
He nods, already grabbing his gear, “I know, but Wanda…it’ll take us at least two hours to get there.”
Tears build in her eyes, she can’t lose anyone else, “Then you better drive fast, Barton.”
They get in his car, and as he drives off like a bat out of hell Wanda keeps her eyes glued to her phone screen. She switches through the various cameras to keep an eye on the men and on you. She's relieved to not find Nat anywhere, meaning that she was safe in the bunker. Still she feels guilty. She should have never left. She should have stayed at home. She left you both alone, vulnerable.
Back at your house you carefully catch the body of the man you just killed. Quickly and quietly you shove his body under the desk in your office. It's not the best hiding spot, but considering the situation at hand it would have to do for now.
You straighten yourself back against the far wall as footsteps sound in the hallway and your wife holds her breath as one of the men lingers in the doorway for a split second. He carries on his way and you relax slightly, listening for the proper moment to sneak out.
Like a shadow you move across your house, hiding in crevices and corners as you try to find a solo man to take down. Helping your stealth is the fact that the idiots refused to use any of your house's lights, opting to only rely on their head lamps and night vision goggles instead.
In less than five minutes you're able to take down two more men, stowing their bodies away in your coat closet and kitchen pantry. But before you can make any more moves you notice the man in charge is getting approached again.
“U nikh yest' oruzheynaya v garazhe i bunker v podvale.(They have an armory in the garage and a bunker in the basement)” he relays, “Dobrat'sya do arsenala bylo dostatochno legko. Bunker zaymet nekotoroye vremya. Eto glavnoye.(The armory was easy enough to gain access to. The bunker will take a while. It's top of the line.)”
He nods, “Romanov tam. YA v etom uveren.(Romanoff is in there. I'm sure of it)”
“Kak ugovorit' yeye vyyti?(How do we persuade her to come out?)”
He smiles viciously, “My ugrozhayem yeye lyubovniku.(We threaten her lover.)”
The next thing you know he's swinging his machine gun in your direction and you’re diving for cover in the kitchen as he pulls the trigger. You land hard on the ground behind the kitchen island, struggling to catch your breath as you hear the bullets tearing into things around you.
Natasha jumps as the man's gun begins to fire, and her hand instinctively comes to rest on her bump as she watches you begin to fire back at him. Feeling far too exposed in the open plan kitchen you decide you’ll be moving locations once given the proper opening.
When his bullets stop firing and you hear his empty magazine hit the ground you take your chance. You stand and bolt, only to stumble and shout as a bullet tears through your shoulder. This had been a mistake.
“Detka(baby)!” Natasha shouts out in fear as she sees they spray of blood on the cameras feed
You continue to make your way down the hall, though it's an uncoordinated journey you made it to a more desirable room and you duck inside. You grit your teeth and hiss as you apply pressure to your wound.
His footsteps echo down the hall as he follows your bloodtrail, “Come out girl! You need not fear me! I won’t kill you, as long as your Widow shows herself!”
Natasha rushes to the bunker's armory, she quickly grabs her suit and begins to put it on. It just barely manages to fit over her stomach, but she doesn’t let her mind linger on her little one. She can’t think about that right now, not when you need her.
She grabs her signature pistols and holsters them, then grabs her extra ammo and her widows bites. She glances back up at the cameras in time to see him walk into the room you're hiding in and you attempt to ambush him, he was ready though and quickly meets your face with his fist. As the two of you struggle she places the ammo clips in her belt before getting her gauntlets secure on her wrists.
Then, looking at the cameras again she flinches as you take a particularly hard hit and she sheathes her knife faster than ever. Lastly she grabs a small screen device, the portable security camera feed and she attaches it to her forearm. She watches it intently as she grabs her batons before she makes her way to the door.
She remembers a code and a scan of her eye is needed in order for her to leave once a lockdown has been initiated. She uncovers the keypad and skillfully types in the number, leaning in for the laser to see her retina. But to her frustration in beeps and turns red, flashing the word ‘denied’ across the screen.
“No, come on you stupid piece of tech!” she says, checking the cameras feed on her arm before trying again.
Again ‘denied’ flashes across the screen and she can feel her breathing quicken as panic begins to set in. Her shaking hand inputs the numbers again, but when ‘denied’ flashes again she lets out a frustrated scream.
“Come on!” she slams a hand against the reinforced steel door, “Why won’t you open!”
“Protocol.” an AI voice answers, causing her to jump, “I have been programmed to not release you, Mrs. Romanoff, from this bunker unless another code is input from one of the devices owned by certain people.”
“What people?! And why?!” She questions
“The other Mrs. Romanoff, a Mr. Barton or a Miss Maximoff.” she replies, “It is to keep you from doing anything reckless while with child.”
She silently curses you for thinking things through so well and taking the appropriate precautions. But before she can think of a way around this, your scream brings her attention back to the cameras. She watches as the man presses his thumb deep into your bullet wound, causing you to drop your gun as you fall to your knees.
He smiles as he kicks your chest, sending you sprawling backwards. You throw a handful of knives at him, but he ducks away in time. The three men that were behind him however, do not and they fall to the ground with a thud. He makes his way over to your crawling away form and grabs your ankle to pull you back to him.
Natasha watches in horror as he grabs your injured arm, causing you to yell out once more as he drags you back out to the living room. He signals to two of his men and they come to grab you, forcing you into a kneeling position as they hold your shoulders. He mocks you before grabbing his knife and he looks at the camera as he holds it to your neck.
“U tebya yest' pyat' minut, prezhde chem ya pererezhu yey gorlo, Vdova.(You have five minutes before I slice her throat open, Widow.)”
“No no no, please! You have to let me out!” she begs slamming her hand against the door once more. Tears stream down her face as she punches the code in again, only to receive the same ‘denied’ message.
“Please!!” she shouts as time ticks by, “Please! You have to let me out, my Y/n needs me!! I can’t lose her, not again! Please!”
“I’m sorry Mrs. Romanoff. Access is still denied.” the AI responds and the Russian woman sobs as she looks at you on the cameras
The man in front of you laughs, “YA dumal, ty lyubish' yeye, Romanova! Ty stal trusom!(I thought you loved her, Romanoff! You have become a coward!)
You smirk at him, “Chernaya vdova ne trusikha. Mne prishlos' zaperet' yeye v bunkere, chtoby ona byla v bezopasnosti.(The Black Widow is no coward. I had to lock her in that bunker to keep her safe.)
“The code to get in. Tell me it.” he sneers
You laugh, “I would rather die than give you access to my wife and child.”
“So be it.” he growls at you, “Is that what you want Widow?! You’ve resources, I’m sure you could free yourself if you wanted her to live!”
Natasha suddenly remembers you had your comms in and she swiftly turns hers on, little does she know that what she's about to say can also be heard through the camera feed, allowing Clint and Wanda to also hear it.
“Moya lyubov', pozhaluysta!(My love please)” she begs through tears, “I can’t lose you again, I can’t! Give them the code, or give me the code! We can fight them together! Please!”
Her voice, though full of sadness, brings you a sense of peace. You lock eyes with the camera, and smile. You know she's watching and you know this will devastate her, “YA ne mogu. Mne ochen' zhal' Tashu. Pozhaluysta, prostite menya. YA tak sil'no tebya lyublyu.(I can't. I'm so sorry Tasha. Please forgive me. I love you so much.)”
“No, Y/n! Please!” she cries, “I love you too, I can’t say goodbye again, please!
The man in front of you shakes his head in frustration, “You are a fool. I will find her, you know. And I will kill her.”
“No.” you tell him, “You won’t”
Back in the car, nearly an hour away yet, Wanda was on the edge of her seat as she witnessed everything happen between you and the man. She cries as you deny him Natasha, sacrificing yourself for her. She feels a deep sadness growing in her chest upon seeing your selflessness. She knows the Russian can’t lose you, and she can’t either. Not when she thought she had once already. Not when she knows what she knows now, thanks to Clint. The second chance you got can’t end this way, it can’t be a waste. That wouldn’t be fair.
She screams as you say your goodbyes, “Y/N! NO!”
Clint swerves, practically driving off the road as the car is enveloped in a flash of blinding red light. And his soul nearly leaves his body when he finds the passenger seat next to him empty.
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This concept talks about Deimos pre and post-purgatory. How I write Deimos is also a combination of the original series and Project: Nexus. I hope I write my version of Deimos well!
Yandere! Deimos Concept
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Murder, Blood mention, Death mention, Forced relationship.
- Deimos comes off as a Yandere who isn't very serious.
- When in reality, if he has to, Deimos can be scary.
- This first section will be about Deimos Pre-Purgatory.
- Deimos would be Obsessive, Possessive, Protective, Clingy, Manipulative, and Demanding as a Yandere.
- He's also one of the two Madness Combat Yanderes who'd flirt (the other being Sheriff), but he's horrible at it (also Sheriff).
- Deimos probably gets attached to people quickly, unlike Sanford who takes time to really connect-
- This makes him obsessive once he finds someone he takes a liking to.
- He thinks of you all the time.
- There aren't many sane people in Nevada ever since the fall of Nexus city.
- He uses this as an excuse to recruit you with him and Sanford once he meets you.
- It's always good to have another hand around, right?
- "Hey there! What's your name? Why don't you come with us, I think it'll be much safer than being alone out here!"
- When in his obsession, Deimos can be possessive.
- It shows up as jealousy or reluctance when you talk with other people, but it evolves over time into something more dangerous.
- Now Deimos gets a little too trigger happy when seeing other people around you.
- Bandits and Zeds never come close to you before Deimos is yelling at them, ending the altercation with a few shots to the head.
- Deimos would never pull a gun on Sanford, but he'd probably cling closer to you when you walk with him.
- He trusts Sanford, sure, yet Deimos still feels he needs to keep a tight grasp on you.
- Deimos also has protective behavior, like with the Bandits and Zed example earlier.
- He feels he needs to keep you safe when you're with him and Sanford.
- He's sure to keep enough ammo on him to ensure your safety, that's a promise.
- "No need to worry, (Y/N)! I got enough supplies to keep us safe...."
- Clingy, it may not come up often, but Deimos is clingy.
- When not unloading a clip into some poor unfortunate grunts, Deimos wants attention.
- Only from you, too.
- You'll be minding your own business only for Deimos to come up behind you, wrapping himself around you and grinning.
- He'll babble an affectionate name/phrase in your ear before leaning close.
- Deimos smells of cigarettes and blood.
- He's a very dangerous man even if he only wishes to cuddle into you in your downtime.
- Sanford gave up trying to talk Deimos out of it.
- If he's happy, he's happy.
- A little rest won't kill anyone.
- Deimos can also be manipulative and demanding.
- Not only is he clingy but he's willing to guilt you into showing affection.
- If that doesn't work, he'll force you into giving affection.
- Deimos is someone who'd be very addicted if you gave him a hug or kiss.
- Maybe even just a sweet word of encouragement or two.
- He never wants to be away from you.
- Begging to lay down with you and cuddle into you, some stress relief just for a little while.
- Deimos would be a Yandere to murder and kidnap in a heartbeat.
- He loves you with all his heart.
- Nothing could take you away from him.
- Not even his own death.
- Which leads into the second section of this concept, Post-Purgatory Deimos/Dedmos.
- Dedmos isn't much different behavior-wise compared to regular Deimos.
- He certainly isn't human/grunt, however.
- Once out of purgatory, Dedmos gains a rock-like exterior.
- He also now bleeds black, which is scary to you once you meet him again.
- You thought him getting shot in the head would end the torment you went through with him.
- That you were free to do as you wished now.
- Then Deimos comes back as Dedmos and you just know you're in trouble again.
- As Dedmos his jaw and hands are covered in a rock-like substance.
- There's a good chance he doesn't even have a jaw for all you know.
- Dedmos most likely can't speak, or kiss you for that matter (much to his displeasure).
- Dedmos may still try to kiss you, though.
- He's persistent, his grip hurts, and he's trying to plant his rock covered mouth to yours just to feel something.
- Good luck killing him, too.
- All you'll get is an annoyed Dedmos who's now just leaking black fluid.
- At this point your fate is sealed.
- Even if you died, Deimos/Dedmos would just drag you out of purgatory.
- You two are meant to be together in his mind, even if he isn't the 'romantic' type.
- He'd crawl through purgatory and back just to be beside you again.
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And more info dumping. Part 5. It'll slow down for a few days while I work out some kinks in the plot and beef up some info I just glossed over. If I had to guess I might make two more of these entries, maybe three.
Also without spoiling this entry ends with a happy note for once!
The TWs are pretty mild in this one. It's just some mention of what happened to Jelani and I guess you could say some victim blaming.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Nuka World:
A few months passed and Varg came to visit. He, Jelani and Angelus spent hours just chatting away and Varg told the boys that he heard rumors that Nuka World had been attacked. Angelus was of course worried seeing as how he hadn't been to Nuka World in months. After Varg left Angelus told Jelani he needed to go back to Nuka World and Jelani said he'd go with him.
Once they arrived the raiders were weary of Jelani as he was an unfamiliar but Angelus vouched for him. Turns out that the plan to get rid of Colter went off without a hitch. Gage welcomed the new overboss and showed them the area and what they needed to do. Kiddie Kingdom had been cleared and given to The Pack but after that the new overboss was hanging around the market too much until one day everyone within the market came out guns blazing led by the overboss. Most of them died but several well placed bombs made short work of most of the gangs' members. The overboss was killed and before anyone could blink Gage had disappeared.
Nuka World was in shambles, leaderless, key figures were dead including Shank and anything could set off a civil war. The leaders of each gang had survived and while The Pack and The Operators tried their best to rebuild The Disciples just wanted blood. Many dead Pack and Operator members were blamed on Disciple members. There was an unspoken alliance between The Pack and The Operators but there was a lot of mistrust as well. Not one of the leaders thought to continue clearing the rest of the park or even continue with the plan. They were all in a stagnant stalemate.
Now, hanging around the outskirts of Nuka World were 2 other raider gangs. The War Birds, a gang formed from Commonwealth raiders that tried joining Nuka World but were rejected for whatever reason so the rejected got together to form their own gang. They'd occasionally attack Nuka World especially now that they knew they were weakened.
The other gang was The Syndicate. The leaders were Tyrone "Ty" Radek and Lamar Bourne. Their entire gang were remnants of descendants of people from the SAS and MI6 from London. This group in particular had flown across the ocean over 5 years ago and settled in Georgia but moved and soon found themselves near Boston. They were well trained, organized, and armed to the teeth with weapons in excellent condition and eager to use 'em. The Syndicate were sympathetic to Nuka World's situation but if they didn't ask them for help they weren't gonna bother.
Further from the outskirts were dozens of raiders and raider gangs dying to take over Nuka World especially after hearing about their misfortune. A massive group of Gunners had cleared out and taken over Bradberton and the power plant. Nuka World found itself between a rock and a hard place.
Normally Jelani couldn't be bothered to give a flying fuck about raiders. He'd been killing all kinds of raiders since he was 14-years-old and plenty of his caps were made from assassinating raiders. But he saw how Angelus was at the sight of his home and his gang in shambles and Jelani couldn't help but feel the need to somehow help. That first night Angelus said he was gonna permanently leave the gang as there was no fixing that mess. While Angelus slept Jelani did some research of his own and started to plan out ways to expand the gang's reach across the entire park. He went to Angelus with the plan and while grateful he told him they'd be on their own as none of the other gangs would even bother; not at that stage. Jelani said they just needed ammo and time, that just the two of them would be able to clear shit if they organized well and were careful.
Angelus went to Mason with the idea and while he was reluctant to trust an outsider again he said there was not much more damage Jelani could do so he had his gang hand over most of the ammo they had. It was a good sizable amount but Jelani preferred more so Angelus went to The Operators, specifically two of its members that he was friends with and more importantly friends that owed him a big favor. The twins Cass and Jazz agreed to talk to Mags on Angelus's behalf but it took a lot of convincing. In the end Jelani stepped up and promised the next location they cleared out belonged to The Operators. This swayed Mags so she relinquished a good portion of their ammo to Jelani and Angelus so they set off towards the Galactic Zone.
Having done his research Jelani knew that the robots within that section had gone haywire and were hostile to anything and everything that moved. In their inventory they had a few plasma grenades and mines but not enough to wipe them all out. So Jelani suggested they somehow draw the robots out to them, Angelus volunteered to run in, fire at them and then run back towards Jelani. Jela wasn't a fan of that idea but Angelus convinced him he was fast enough. So for 3 days and 2 nights they baited about 90% of the robots to run out and Jelani shot them down while Dagny kept patrol of the area for stragglers.
Once it was mostly safe to go in they found the mainframe which Jelani was a little more than enthusiastic about hacking into but without power being drawn into it it was lost. However, Angelus found some cores that powered it up. They found some and it was enough to get the defense systems shut down. Once it was completely safe Jelani, Angelus and Dagny returned to Nuka Town and went directly to Mags to tell her the Galactic Zone was hers. Impressed that the two of them managed to overtake the GZ and Jelani kept his promise Mags said that whatever he needed all he had to do was ask. The twins asked if they needed any extra hands and Jelani took them up on that offer as his next target was the zoo.
Before heading to the zoo Jelani asked Angelus if he could somehow arrange a meeting with The Syndicate, the more allies the better. Angelus agreed but told him that Radek was one of the leaders. Yeah, Jela got nervous and a little nauseous but he wanted to continue with the meeting.
Radek and Bourne heard him out and agreed that Nuka World was fucked so they agreed to help. They were honest and said they were getting bored and a little action might do them some good. Before leaving, Radek asked to talk to Jelani alone and apologized about their first encounter. Jelani just shrugged it off but Radek said that he thought Jelani's reaction was due to trauma but Jelani cut 'im off and said he was dealing with it.
You guessed it, he had a pretty bad nightmare that night but this time Angelus was there to help him through it.
The next day Radek, the twins and some Pack members met up with Jelani, Angelus and Dagny at the zoo. Cito and his family had been forced to leave and search for a new home due to the population of gatorclaws growing out of control. The beasts basically took over the zoo. At first Jelani mistook them for deathclaws and a rage he hadn't felt in a very long time possessed him. Some of the Pack members wanted to keep a few alive but that kinda went south when Jelani went a bit overkill with a few he bumped into. The idea of keeping a few alive kinda got scrapped when two Pack members were torn to shreds and eaten. This endeavor took damn near 2 weeks and used up a fuck ton of ammo. Once they dropped the population they found the cloning machine and removed the gatorclaw aspect from it. The Pack wanted to keep the machine working though as it could prove useful for duplicating animals for the purpose of entertainment.
The zoo naturally went to The Pack. With 2 locations under their control The Pack began to look favorably at Jelani. The Operators were still friendly but they reminded Jela not to forget about them and even hinted that they favored the Nuka Cola Bottling Plant for themselves as it seemed to be a standing monument to their beliefs. Jelani was going to tackle that one next but the meeting between him and Mags was disrupted when two of Nisha's goons called for him. While Mags didn't appreciate it she was sure she knew why she sent for him and told him not to worry.
Once they escorted Jelani and Angelus (who was forced to wait outside) Nisha basically began to threaten to "slowly kill him with a dull and rusty butter knife" if the next 2 locations weren't claimed for The Disciples. Jelani being Jelani didn't appreciate that one damn bit and the two basically got into a sort of back and forth of threats that amounted to a verbal dick measuring contest between the two. In the end Nisha said that she would be sending one of her guys with him and if the next 2 locations weren't hers he was ordered to kill Jelani on the spot. He left and the Disciple assigned to him, a big and muscular brute of a man named Otis, tailed him.
With the change of plans Jela snuck away to talk to Mags. He said he'd be clearing out Dry Rock Gulch and giving it to Nisha but that after that he was gonna clear the bottling plant for Mags. He was honest about Nisha's threats and while Mags couldn't do anything about it Jela said he told her just so she knew what was happening and to keep an eye out in case The Disciples tried anything cute.
Dry Rock was somewhat similar to the zoo in that it had an animal problem. However, the beasties were a problem due to how they attacked and traveled. Mags and Mason gave Jelani and Angelus more ammo and a few people to help, the twins Cass and Jazz returned. Otis was just there to keep an eye on Jelani. However, Jelani had Dagny follow from far and occasionally could be heard yelling commands in Norwegian to the little nightstalker. Otis kinda caught on and demanded he say what he was saying in English but Jelani ignored him. Dagny was basically ordered to tail Otis and watch him.
At Dry Rock the bloodworms had also grown in population and had basically taken over the section. Their soft bodies were easily shredded to pieces by bullets but their method of traveling and numbers made the ordeal a challenge which lasted long into the night. Once the root of the problem had been taken care of all they needed to do was get the stragglers that were roaming in the area. Everyone inside the park was relatively safe as the bloodworms learned to avoid the sound of gunfire but Otis who'd been outside the park and keeping watch had been snatched by the few remaining bloodworms. He obviously yelled for help and tbh letting him die would've made Jelani thrilled but there was no way Nisha would've believed her goon was eaten by the worms so he and the others rushed to save his ass.
Once the worms were dead they packed up and left back to Nuka Town to tell Nisha that her little gang could move into Dry Rock. When they were close to Nuka Town they noticed Otis was lagging really far behind. Out of some weird sense of misplaced compassion Jelani checked in on him and noticed all the bite marks. He actually tended to the wounds and noticed the big brute had been poisoned. After letting out the world's most annoyed groan and rolling his eyes Jelani actually treated the poison with some antidote he had, it was sort of a universal one so it would take time to heal. He also noticed Otis had hurt his leg pretty badly so Jelani took care of that too. After Otis regained some strength back they continued and Otis gave Nisha the news that Dry Rock was theirs. She ordered him to tail Jelani again but he said he wouldn't be able to with his injuries. After a massive bitch fit Nisha went to Jelani and threatened him again. And again Jelani and her got into an argument which ended in both walking away pissed off.
The last place that needed to be claimed was the Nuka Cola Bottling Plant. The plant had a unique problem though. It had become the new HQ for an off branch group of Gunners led by an unknown man in a mask. This group of Gunners were very heavily armed, very hostile and knew what they were doing. This was gonna be a problem as the only ones fit to effectively fight them were Jelani and The Syndicate. There were even rumors of ghosts running through the area of the plant. Jelani and Angelus sat down with Radek and Bourne and asked for reinforcements which they gladly gave due to their boredom and desire to get out there and do something. However, they requested a sit down with whoever ran Nuka World to join as allies. Jela was honest and said there wasn't anyone running Nuka World and that basically it was the leaders of the three gangs that sorta ran it. Radek and Bourne weren't too thrilled with that answer but they decided to help anyway.
The next day a dozen soldiers from The Syndicate arrived at Nuka Town to join Jelani, Angelus and Dagny. Cass and Jazz as well as a few Operators and a few more Pack members showed up. They wasted no time and marched on the Nuka Cola Bottling Plant.
*cue the Call of Duty montage!*
This shit took damn near 70 hours but with Jelani and Radek leading the assault they managed to steer a group of raiders to victory. The "ghosts" rumored to circle the plant were actually assaultrons using their cloaking abilities. This wasn't that big of an issue as Jelani sniped them from a distance using the thermal sight on his modified scope. Once they breached the plant itself they rushed forward and suffered some casualties due to traps set up by the Gunners but they managed to push through. The leader, the masked man, had barricaded himself in the upper control room but Jelani broke through with Dagny's help. She seemed overly protective of Jelani and very vicious once Jela found the masked man and confronted him.
The man began to laugh and said, "Back for more, kid?”
Jelani froze in place while Dagny backed up against him and snarled viciously as her tail rattled. He recognized that voice, it was seared into his brain. It was one of the voices that plagued his nightmares almost every night. The man removed his mask and sure enough it was one of the men that had raped him. More specifically the first one that started the assault. The man was gonna say something but Jelani woke up from his frozen state and emptied an entire clip of a pistol directly into his face. Angelus found Jelani pulling the trigger and breathing heavily as he cried and kept aiming the empty gun at the body a few feet in front of him. Angelus lowered his arm and hugged him while he tried to calm him down. Radek followed close by and walked in on them. He didn't understand what was going on but by the state of the body on the floor it was personal. Radek asked if Jelani was okay but he shook his head. Angelus asked if he was one of them and Jelani shakily said yes.
After a few minutes Jelani composed himself and noticed a map of the area on the wall with the plant and Bradberton circled. He figured the rest of the Gunners were there and if one of the men that assaulted him was there the rest might be there. Jelani simply reloaded his gun and said they needed to go to Bradberton town to wipe out the rest. When Jelani left Radek asked what the fuck was that. Angelus said that Jela had been attacked when he was 17 and the dead guy in the corner was one of them and left it at that as he went after Jelani. Radek ain't stupid though, he put two and two together and referenced that with the first time he met Jelani and understood what Angelus said.
NOTE: The entire encounter was more dramatic but this is an info dump, not story.
Jelani told one of the Operators to go to Mags and to let her know the plant was hers but they needed to take care of the Gunner problem or else it would come back to bite 'em in the ass. Jelani marched straight into Bradberton with a scorched earth determination. The town had far less Gunners but nevertheless he and the others gunned down the entire town. Jela was on the lookout for any familiar faces but didn't find anyone else. After half an hour Radek yelled out that one of them was making a break for it and Jelani spotted one of them running away. He and Dagny gave chase.
At the Northpoint Reservoir Dagny managed to catch up to the runaway Gunner and brought him down. He managed to get back up but a well placed .50 bullet right into his right knee put an end to his running. As he writhed in agony Jelani ordered Dagny to stand down though she acted as viciously as she did with the man at the plant. Jelani disarmed him and kicked him over. Turns out the leader of that group of Gunners was Christian.
Christian began to laugh when he recognized Jelani. Like the guy Jelani killed in the plant he mocked him and asked if he was back for another round and said all sorts of foul shit to Jela. How if he didn't want it to happen he would've fought harder, how it wouldn't have happened had he and his brother minded their own business, how Jelani liked being raped because he was touching himself when it happened (Christian forced him to do that while holding a knife to his throat) and other rancid shit to get a reaction out of Jelani.
Jelani was quiet and had a blank expression as he drew his knife and his pistol. He shot him twice on each antecubital fossa (socturns out that the name for the front area of the elbow lol) and cut his throat from ear to ear and left him to slowly bleed to death. After watching Christian agonize for a bit he left back to the town. Angelus was waiting for him and hugged him again. Jelani got teary eyed but honestly he was just numb. Didn't make him feel better, didn't suddenly mean he was cured of his PTSD, it didn't change the fact that it happened, wasn't gonna stop the nightmares or flashbacks/memories, sure as shit wasn't gonna mean just anyone could touch him and he wouldn't jump or anything but he felt a weird type of satisfaction knowing he killed 2 of the men that raped him.
Once they got back to Nuka Town The Pack and Operator leaders reported that Nisha had rebelled and taken over the power plant. All of Nuka World as well as The Syndicate stormed the power plant. In the end Nisha made her last stand and was gonna shoot Jela but Otis turned his gun on Nisha and blew her brains out instead. The day before taking the bottling plant Otis came to Jelani and told him Nisha had planned to kill him regardless of whether he gave The Disciples the plant or not but since Jelani helped him Otis went rogue but stayed undercover under Jelani's order.
Once the power plant was theirs they turned the power back on in the entire park. The Syndicate was welcomed as part of the main roster and all the leaders had a sit down to make Jela the new overboss given how he was the one that revitalized the idea to take over the park again and actually pulled through. However, he turned it down. He was adamant that one lone asshole leading the whole thing was a bad idea and suggested that all leaders should form a sort of council. Still though, they added him to the council due to all of his hard work and kind of made him overboss of the council. They still had a lot of work to do. There were other gangs and raiders itching to take over Nuka World and dozens of areas ripe with caps for them to take. Not to mention that with Jelani, Radek and Bourne's help they could shape up The Pack and The Operators into lethal raiders that could rival even the Gunners in terms of fighting for and defending Nuka World.
Jelani agreed to stay within the council but wanted to make it clear that he could come and go as he chose along with Angelus. It was agreed and so Jelani, Angelus, Dagny, Ayo and Alyona returned to Kingsport Lighthouse after speaking with Ginger through a ham radio. It'd been a few chaotic weeks and Jelani just wanted some peace and quiet.
Once they were at the Lighthouse, Ginger and Abigail told Jelani he had a visitor who was waiting for him in the kitchen of the main house. Jela was kinda puzzled but he went to check anyway. Dagny was sniffing around the front door and let out a few happy yaps as she rushed into the kitchen with her tail wagging wildly. Jelani called her but she rushed in and was jumping up on a man. He petted Dagny and laughed but when he saw Jelani he said, "Hei, lillebror (Hi, little brother)."
Jelani dropped everything he was holding onto, ran towards Loke and hugged him as tight as he could while gasping for air and repeating over and over again that he saw him die. Loke hugged him back as hard as he could and kept apologizing. Jelani sort of felt faint and both siblings fell to the ground when he lost his balance but kept hugging each other and crying into each other's arms. Loke wiped Jelani's tears away as he kept apologizing and kissing him repeatedly.
#Oracle Corp au#OC au: fallout#au Jelani tag#au Angelus tag#au Tyrone tag#au Lamar tag#au Dagny tag#au Ayo tag#au Ginger tag#au Abigail tag#au Loke tag#au oc things
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Happy one-year anniversary of rdo being declared dead! Here’s a list of things that will never be added or fixed/finished now! Yeehaw
The Land of Opportunities. We’ll never get a proper conclusion to the Mrs LeClerk storyline.
Blood Money. Yes blood money was 99% a letdown/absolute joke but I still wanted to see some kind of conclusion to stealing the gems.
Also just more smaller blood money contracts. Those little 3-part missions were fun and y’all can argue with the wall idc
Expansions to ALL the roles, like rockstar promised.
Meeting the VDL gang. Idk, it just bothers me that many of the strangers in online are antagonists and/or the creepiest strangers you could possibly have picked (im looking at you, aberdeens). Seeing the gang before the blackwater incident, even if it’s in a very small/limited way, would have been a million times more interesting. (and probably brought in a lot more players)
(putting the rest below because this got rather lengthy and i’ve been adding to it for a while)
Fixing all the shit broken with the naturalist role. Legendary animal spawns are inconsistent as fuck, the Protect Legendary animal free roam event has a 50/50 chance of bugging out and not finishing, i dont remember the harriettum animal transformations ever working properly, etc, etc.
Minigames! I wanna play five-finger filet! I wanna get absolutely destroyed at dominoes! (i still have no idea how to play dominoes) High-stakes poker out on the riverboat!
solo/private lobbies!
all the unreleased colour variants of the quickdraw club items. (i would pay so much gold for to get my grubby little hands on different variants of the rowberrow shirt).
Alternate gunbelts. I just.. I hate the way the off-hand holster sits. It’s ugly, looks impractical (i read somewhere ages ago that a holster like that is meant for when youre on horseback/sitting and need quick access, but dont quote me on that), not to mention how badly it clips through the character model, so i would gladly have paid a lot of gold to get a gunbelt that has both the holsters at the hips instead of ...that.
More horses? All the story mode characters’ horses, and the sable champange foxtrotter, the reverse few spot appaloosa, and whatever the fuck old man jones arabian is. Just... I would have loved to see some of the exsting breeds get the foxtrotter/turkoman/mustang treatment with some new colours and improved stats (ESPECIALLY the non-multiclass breeds, who only have 2-3 colours and rockstar tend to forget exist)
while on the topic of horses - more saddles and stirrups and customization options in general. I wanted some stirrups that give the +2 speed/acceleration that dont look like a huge hunk of plastic. And more colourways for the collector saddlebag. And the option to have the lantern harness without the actual lantern. And more loose/unkempt mane colourways that actually match more than one or two horses. And- And-
Properties :’( I imagine they were probably meant to be added together with the conclusion to LeClerk’s story, ending with us clearing our name and unlocking the option to buy a homestead of some sort. (Idk how fun properties would even be tbh, but i hate that it’s just never happening)
speaking of things that everyone and their mother were yelling at rockstar about since the dawn of time: HEISTS. Proper ones. That have multiple steps and multiple ways to do them. That pay well.
Some sort of gifting system between players. A shared lockbox for your posse where everyone can deposit and withdraw items or money. Actual trading. Idk, just let me give my low level friend some ammo dang it.
Revamping some areas of the map that would have been cool to see “before” how they were in story mode. Like Colter and Hanging Dog before it was abandoned, or Van Horn before the sheriff’s office burned down. They could have done a bunch of interesting things w the map if they had done more of a time skip between online and the main story.
A proper photo mode for online. Plop us into a temporary solo session and let us fuck around with poses, props, camera settings, lighting etc etc.
Also just... fix the photo booth maybe?
In general, if they’re not going to do anything with rdo, they could have turned it into more of a sandbox thingy/situation and have ended things on a better note and still opened it up for people to make their own fun.
I'll shut up now.
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Fallout 4!
Kia ora, friendos!
So I finally finished the main storyline in Persona 3 Portable a few weeks ago, and I just wasn’t quite in the mood to jump right into Persona 4 Golden just yet, so I’ve been kinda just bouncing around between a few different games and trying to find something that would stick while I work up the energy to get into P4G. I’ve played a bunch of stuff, but nothing really clicked… until…
Age of Empires 2: Definitive Edition has been out for a while on PC, but it recently (finally) made it’s way to console and of course, because it’s a Xbox Game Studios game, it arrived day-one on Game Pass. I adored this game when I was a kid, and, don’t tell the cops this but, it was the very first game I ever pirated. I still remember the disc, it was so cool. It was this beautiful gold colour (the images below don’t really do it justice) and it felt really neat to have a game I liked so much on this rad gold CD.
So far I haven’t played a ton of the new remastered version, but I’ve played a few skirmish matches against the AI and it’s still a lot of fun - some of the best matches happen when you make the map as big as it can possibly be, set the population limit to maximum (500 vs the 200 in the original!) and then go off to build your empire, and next thing you know three hours have passed. I haven’t dared to venture into the online multiplayer matchmaking stuff yet, but I was looking at it the other day and I saw that you can play co-op with another human against the AI, and I thought that sounded really cool so I will probably give that a go sometime soon.
So that’s been one of my timesinks lately. Another is Cities: Skylines Remastered! This also recently came to Xbox Game Pass, supercedeing the Xbox One Edition version, which you can still play, but this one just looks and runs a bit better on the Series X|S consoles and on Cloud Gaming. And no, it does not include all of the DLC like the name kind of implies - that stuff is all still locked away in the Xbox Store. I don’t know for sure, but I would bet that it’s the same deal on PC, too.
If you’re into simulation games, I probably don’t need to tell you about this one - it’s basically the answer to the question ‘What if SimCity, but good?’ Cities has taken over that whole genre for me nowadays, I don’t know if I’ve even thought about SimCity at all until writing this and thinking about how to describe Cities. But I digress. This game is great, and it is one of the biggest timesinks out there for me personally, with its never-ending gameplay loop of expand, add infrastructure and zoning, make the people happy (or don’t 🤷🏻♀️), rinse, repeat. I can spend many hours in a row playing this game without noticing, pretty much the very definition of a timesink. This past week I turned on a bunch of “cheats” so I could just mess around and not have to worry about money (I do that enough in real-life lol) or space and build whatever I felt like, whenever I felt like. But that’s enough about that.
Now for the big one: about a week and a half ago, I was going through my (ridiculously large) library of digital Xbox games, looking ostensibly for something I had not played yet, but when my eyes tracked across the screen and spotted Fallout 4 my brain said “We haven’t played that (in several years)!” and so I said “Fine.” And the rest was history. I’ve since completed the main story route with the Brotherhood of Steel, blew up the Institute, built a number of small settlements, and killed a lot of raiders, robots, and feral ghouls. At the time of writing, it is currently 3:30am because I stayed up all night playing this game. My cat is now very mad at me and wants me to go to bed.
Fallout is great. But this one is my favourite, because of all the endless opportunities to scavenge in the Commonwealth for resources, and then go back to your bases to use said resources to build buildings or craft weapons, gear, or ammo. I can spend hours not even doing quests at all, just collecting garbage and turning it into something useful and cool. Plus there are so many great little easter eggs you can find around the world, which is why I decided to include two screenshots instead of just one.
If you’ve never played a Fallout game, I think this is probably the best one to start with. A lot of people will argue with me and say that Fallout New Vegas is the better game, but those people are wrong. It’s at its core an immersive sim. Think things like Deus Ex Mankind Divided, or the more classic examples from Arkane; Dishonored and Prey. Except this one is set in a post-apocalypse some 277 years in the future. I really can’t recommend this series enough, and if all you have available to you is 3 or New Vegas, those are still really great entries in this IP.
Okay folks, that’s gonna do it for this week. Thanks, as always, for reading. Y’all are the reason I keep doing this. Stay safe out there, and I’ll talk to you soon. Ka kite anō au i a koe. 💚
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small world ~ corpse husband
word count: 2053
request?: yes!
“Can I get a Corpse x fem reader where reader an corpse are both streamers and they meet each other for the first time and realize they used to know each other as kids? I know Corpse has said that he didn’t have many friends when he was younger so maybe have it where reader was someone that was really nice to him? Sorry for the long request and thank you if you do it! 😊🖤”
description: he never would’ve thought that the new addition to their friend group would be someone from his past
pairing: corpse husband x female!reader
warnings: swearing
masterlist (one, two)
“Hey Corpse,” Karl said. Corpse hummed in response, focused on the drawing he was doing for their Jackbox game. “(Y/N) is also from San Diego. Do you know her?”
(Y/N) chuckled. “Karl, San Diego is pretty big. We’re not bound to know one another. Besides, just because he lives here doesn’t mean he grew up here.”
“I did grow up in San Diego actually,” Corpse said. “I don’t think we would’ve known each other though. Even if we happened to be in the same area, I didn’t talk to many people and I dropped out in the seventh grade.”
“I was, regrettably, popular in school,” (Y/N) added.
“Regrettably?” Karl asked.
“Yeah. Looking back, I hated being popular. I hated it when I was popular even. My friends were mega jerks and made fun of everyone, even me sometimes. I would try and make them be nice but they just let the popularity go to their heads. I haven’t spoken to any of them since we graduated. There was this sort of outcast in middle school I used to have a crush on. I tried to be friends with him, but he preferred to keep to himself. I always wished I had been friends with him because I feel like I would’ve been so much happier. I never saw him again either. I wonder whatever happened to him.”
Something about her story triggered a memory in Corpse. The year before he dropped out, there was a girl in is class who was always nice to him and tried to talk to him. He brushed it off as another way he was being made fun of. When it kept up, though, he realized she was likely being genuine. He still kept his distance, but he found himself gaining some feelings for her as well. When he dropped out, he never heard from her again.
I wonder where she is now, Corpse thought to himself. Man, what was her name?
Corpse accidentally gasped, drawing the attention of everyone in the Discord call.
“You good Corpse?” George asked.
“Y-Yeah,” Corpse responded. “Just uh...just realized I fucked up my idea a bit. No big deal, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
The game started prompting for everyone to show what they had created. Taking the opportunity of not having to speak, Corpse went to Google (Y/N)’s YouTube channel. She had come into the game as a friend of Karl’s and Corpse hadn’t heard of her channel, but now somethings were starting to click together.
The first thing that popped up with the top Google Image for (Y/N)’s channel name. It was a beautiful girl laying in a garden of flowers with a wide smile on her face. Corpse sucked in a breath as he realized that the girl in the picture looked familiar.
“Corpse,” came Karl’s voice, snapping Corpse out of his trance. “It’s your turn.”
“Sorry,” Corpse said. “I was distracted.”
The rest of the stream Corpse felt like he was in a daze. He continued to play the games and forced out laughs when he realized someone was making a joke. Every time (Y/N) spoke, he felt his heart flutter with excitement. He couldn’t believe that after all these years he had finally been reunited with her. And what was better was that she had actually admitted to having feelings for him too!
Don’t get too excited, he thought to himself. She said she used to have a crush on you. That was a very long time ago.
He tried not to seem too eager when the stream finally ended. He waited for someone else to leave the call first before he exited out of it himself. He waited another few minutes before messaging (Y/N) directly on Discord.
hey. it was fun playing with you tonight. weird request, but can we voice call maybe? just the two of us?
Corpse didn’t expect her to respond any time soon. It was late in San Diego, like nearly 3am late. Most people were going to bed by now. She had mentioned once during the stream that she was starting to get sleepy. He figured she’d see it in the morning and either call, or just ignore the message.
To his surprise, near seconds later, she was calling him.
“Hey stranger,” she said when he answered. “Long time, no speak. You must’ve missed my voice a lot, huh?”
Corpse chuckled. “Exactly, I really did.”
“Makes sense. I do have the best voice on the internet.” She laughed this time. It sounded like such a perfect sound. “For real though, is everything alright? Why did you want to call?”
How did he even tell her? Hey, so you know that outcast you liked? It was me! Surprise!
No, he couldn’t say that. Maybe she wouldn’t even remember, or maybe she wouldn’t believe him. He had to figure out some way to bring it up.
“I kind of wanted to talk more about your popular school days,” he said, trying to keep his voice light and teasing. “It’s not every day I meet a streamer who’s in my own area code. It would be nice to get to know someone who isn’t like a five hour drive away.”
“Oh!” She seemed excited by this response. Her excitement was almost contagious. “Okay, where should I start? The shitty friends or the shallow popularity?”
Corpse chuckled. “You pick.”
She talked for nearly an hour about her high school experiences with her popular friend group. Despite how much she despised being popular, (Y/N) still spoke with a light tone in her voice. She tried to bypass a lot of the more negative details and speak only of the good experiences she went though, which was nice to hear.
Corpse nearly jumped with excitement when she began to talk about middle school unprompted.
“It really was the last good years I had in school,” she admitted. “All my friends, the ones who went on to be super popular with me, they were nice then. Annoying, but all middle schoolers are. We didn’t care about popularity or social rankings. We were just...we were just kids. We didn’t even really know the difference between ‘losers’ and ‘popular’, which was why it was so easy for me to talk to that guy that I liked at the time. My friends weren’t mocking me for having feelings for an outcast.”
“You said you never saw that guy again,” Corpse said. “Do you know what happened to him?”
She sighed heavily. “No, I don’t. He just stopped showing up before we hit high school. I thought he moved, but I knew his mom and I saw her around everywhere. I don’t even remember his name anymore to look him up. Wherever he is, though, I hope he’s doing better. Even if they weren’t sucked completely into their popularity at the time, my friends and the other kids were still awful to him.”
“I feel that,” he said. “I wasn’t exactly the most liked kid in school. Before I dropped out I didn’t even have any friends.”
“That’s awful.”
“It wasn’t too bad. I’m not really a friendly person I don’t think. I’ve worked on it since that time, but the thought of trying to maintain a social relationship still gives me anxiety from time to time. There was one girl who tried to be friends with me the year before I dropped out though. She was nice.”
“What happened to her?”
Corpse smiled to himself. She would figure it out soon, he knew she would.
“I just didn’t hear from her after I dropped out,” he responded. “I guess that’s mainly my fault. I never reached out to her or anything, but I barley knew her name. Just her first time, and she never gave me a number or anything. I couldn’t look her up online. Maybe we just weren’t destined to be together.”
“I don’t know about that. Maybe you two were just right people, wrong time. Maybe you’ll cross paths again and finally have that opportunity to be friends with her again.”
“Maybe you’ll cross paths with that guy from your middle school, too.”
There was a prolonged silence. Corpse wondered if (Y/N) was starting to put the pieces together. He could barley even hear her breathe. The longer she went, the more worried he was becoming. He was about to say something when she finally spoke again.
“I made him a Valentine,” she said, her voice soft. “Special handmade one. He was the only one I gave it to. It had some really badly written, sappy poem in it. I watched him open it and...I really think he got emotional while reading it. Of course, he’d never tell anyone that.”
Corpse had gotten emotional over the Valentine (Y/N) had given him. It was the first real Valentine he had ever gotten. It wasn’t one of the generic ones that everyone gave out to every classmate so no one felt excluded. It was made from the heart, and that fact alone touched his. Like (Y/N) said, though, he didn’t let anyone know how emotional he had gotten. It would’ve just been more mental ammo for them to use to bully him.
He quickly got up from his chair, racing to his room where he had his box of memories shoved in his closet. It was little things from throughout his life that he kept in a shoebox. Whenever he felt particularly down or depressed, he would open the shoebox and look at all the things that made him smile.
At the very top of the box was (Y/N)’s Valentine.
He went back to his computer and took a picture of the Valentine using his phone.
“That sounds really nice,” he said as he went into the Discord app on his voice. “It must’ve meant a lot to him that you put so much time and effort into a handmade gift.”
“I don’t know if it did. I never got to ask him what his reaction was.”
“Oh, I’d bet anything he was happy.”
He sent the picture through Discord and waited for (Y/N) to open it. The silence between them felt deafening. The seconds felt like they had slowed to hours. He wondered what (Y/N)’s reaction would be. Maybe she’d be weirded out by the fact that Corpse kept the Valentine, or by the fact that Corpse was the middle school crush in general.
What if she’s upset that this is who I am now? he asked himself. What if her crush was just a middle school thing, and the moment you dropped out she moved on?
“I knew it.”
Corpse couldn’t help the smile on his face when he heard the slight excitement in (Y/N)’s voice.
“I knew it was you!” she continued. “Well, I didn’t know know, but when you asked me to call you I had a bit of a suspicion. I can’t believe it...it’s actually you!”
“It is me,” he confirmed. “And it’s you.”
“Small world we live in, huh?”
“Yeah, small world.” Do you still like me? Did you ever stop? Do you know that your kindness stuck with me for so long?
The silence returned. Corpse was starting to get sick of it, but he didn’t know how to fill the void between them. When he heard her yawn, he realized how late it had gotten. “I’ll let you go, you sound tired.”
“We just had this breakthrough and you’re asking me to sleep?!”
Corpse chuckled. “You have to sleep eventually, (Y/N). It’s like 3:30am, normal people sleep at this hour.”
“I am offended you would think I’m anywhere near normal.” She yawned again, cutting off her short lived rant. “But you’re right, I am tired. Listen...promise me you’ll answer when I call tomorrow. I...I’d really like to catch up. Maybe...to pick up where we left off.”
“Okay,” Corpse said, then realized that wasn’t really a response. “I promise. I’ll be waiting by the phone the moment I open my peepers.”
(Y/N) giggled. “I’ll be sure to call you the moment I open mine.”
“Goodnight (Y/N). Sleep tight.”
“Goodnight Corpse underscore Husband.”
kind of a bad ending, but i wasn’t really sure where else to go with it as i wrote it. sorry! :(
#corpse husband#corpse husband imagine#corpse#corpse imagine#corpse x reader#request#imagine#one shot#fanfiction#fanfic
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𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬
paring: kenny ackerman x fem!reader
genre: apocalypse!au, smut, dark content, 18+ mdni [cross-posted to Ao3]
word count: 3k
overview: kenny *i-wouldn’t-fuck-you-if-it-was-the-end-of-the-world* ackerman; but it is and you do . . . and you’ll probably do it again. or, if you read beyond the cut and wind up in hell that is legally not my fault.
tags: dymph does sacrilege once again, post-apocalypse au, blood, violence, zombies (only mentions of gore nothing specific), somnophilia, noncon, dubcon, degradation, smoking, insertion, sloppy oral, big age gap aka kenny is a nasty old man and reader is a sweet little virgin.
a.notes: happy *fucking* easter. this is for the smut pile’s apocalypse collab so go give everyone’s pieces a read, everyone has worked so incredibly hard. this is dedicated to @pleasantanathema, who was both my beta reader and emotional support while stringing this together. here’s to the old man fuckery, cheers.
hymn: the seven deadly virtues - camelot
But stay awake at all times, praying that you may have strength to escape all these things that are going to take place, and to stand before the Son of Man. -Luke 21:36
* * *
Wet.
A sticky kind of wet. Clinging on like thick clay, splattered across your neck— gore and sinew wrapped in a noose. Shades of decaying reds and browns are all you see these days.
The seeping, molding kind of wet.
The smell is suffocating, the toll of death deep in your bones. You keep moving, you have to. One foot in front of the other, fingers fretting with the cross hanging between your collarbones. Counting your Hail Mary’s distracts from the ache in your soles and the burning feeling that you’re rotting away.
It was slow at first. The end of the world, the crashing, clattering end felt like a slow decent to hell. Pieces of the modern world falling away, the promise of tomorrow, the assurance of a cure. You refused to believe the dead could walk the earth until they were stumbling straight towards you.
All of us, you think, are rotting away.
“Pick up the pace, kid. Are you trying to end up like the rest of those fuckers?” His voice rings from a few feet in front of you. The brush under your feet is dry, leaves crunching loudly with every weary step forward.
Kenny always likes to remind you of your naïveté, insults about your rose tinted glasses barked crudely from around a cigarette. Your youth, your optimism, your beliefs-- useless traits in his opinion. What good is God in a world like this.
“Friends. They were our friends.” Your words come out in a whimper, the tone further irritating the man ahead of you.
He stops, turning around to catch your eyes, gaze piercing through the night like a knife. All that’s left of your composure is used to keep from crashing right into his chest.
“Ain’t no more room for friends in this world, baby doll,” a long pointer finger lifts your chin, the slightest touch still bruising, “thinkin’ like that is what’s going to get ya killed.”
Rose tinted glasses, cracked and splattered with blood, fall off and are lost to a world that no longer exists. Kenny let’s up and turns, pulling you farther into the thick brush. You could swear you feel the lenses as they splinter under your shoe.
* * *
Kenny is a vile man. He knows his name isn’t on a reservation list at the Pearly Gates, he’s aware that a sinner lives on borrowed time.
Nowadays, everyone is living on borrowed time. Even you.
You, he thinks, looking back to where you stumble over a tree branch, far to good for a world like this.
He can’t help but laugh, the absolute absurdity of his current situation. Escaping death by the skin of his teeth, watching any familiar faces burning in the remnants of a camp he couldn’t really call home. People that fought to the bone, melting or devoured or both.
And then there was you, standing in front of the flames, tears falling down the apples of your cheeks, stiff in shock and horror. He remembers the way your lips moved, mumbling a quiet prayer instead of trying to run. Stupid little thing.
It’s not the earth the meek inherit; it’s the dirt.
Was it pity that made Kenny pull you away from an infernal gravesite all those months ago? He’s never the hero of any story. No, it must have been something else.
Maybe it was the way you looked up with teary eyes, silently begging for help. Unwittingly making a deal with the devil. His teeth grind at the memory, the vision of how beautiful you look so completely helpless.
Kenny leads and you follow, he hunts and you flitch at the sound of an arrow piercing flesh. The small squeak and proceeding thumb of meat as it hits the ground never fails to make you sick. When he’s not hunting for food, he’s hunting something else.
The sounds of death are all the same.
Some days you’re lucky, coming across abandoned hideouts or deserted cars. Snagging whatever hasn’t already been picked over; some ammo, the occasional can of peaches or pack of cigarettes. Kenny laughs dryly everytime, chucking the carton into his bag. Always the cigarettes, never the lighter. Most days, not so much.
Every night, you fall asleep to the flicker of a campfire, lulled by the steady sound of Kenny’s knife as it scrapes against a piece of wood. He’s always the last asleep. The woods are a dangerous place, the possibility of monsters circle at every moment. Under the veil of night, anything could happen. And it does.
He wipes his mouth, settling back into the harsh ground below him with a pleased hum. Your whimpers have settled back into a light snore.
Kenny is a vile man, and you’re too concerned with the lifeless villain in the shadows that you forget about the one sitting on the other side of the fire.
Three months of waking up to aching limbs and misplaced panties can’t be a coincidence, can it?
* * *
“Well ain’t this something.” Kenny pulls on the door, swinging it open with a loud creek. Your neck strains to look up at dark wood and steepled roof, the tall building hidden by dense forest, you two must be the first people to step inside in months.
“A church.” You’d find comfort within these walls if you weren’t so positive that God had abandoned this world.
Statues of the Virgin Mary and Saint Joseph are empty behind their stone eyes, shadowed with an unsettling shade of red from the stained-glass windows. The moment is a time capsule, a vision of the congregation of saints bathed in blood.
A chill runs down your back, counting every vertebrae.
You push down the unsettling foreboding, focusing back on the instincts to survive instead of lingering on a religion that you can no longer make sense of.
“Hey kid, over here.” You pick up the pace, quickening footsteps away from holy symbolism and towards Kenny’s voice. You walk into the closest room off a dark hallway and find him leaning against the doorframe. The rooms are getting darker with the vanishing sun, but you make out shelves of cans and boxes, food, blankets, clothes.
“I bet they used this as a food pantry,” Your comment was probably an obvious assumption, but Kenny just hums in response, “there’s enough here to last up months.”
Good samaritans in the first life are a saving grace is this one. Your cynicism lifts from heavy shoulders for just a moment. The lines between luck and divine intervention are fuzzy at best.
“I saw a well right outside too. Water’s probably cold as ice but it’s better than anything we’ve come across yet.” Kenny’s voice is even, but you swear he cracks a smile.
He was right, the water is cold enough to shatter your bones like ice. You shiver and chatter, teeth threatening to crack, but the feeling of being clean has you dumping bucket after bucket over your head. The grime and grit of your reality running down to seep into the grass below.
There’s no home to run to after the world ends, but water and food is more than you could imagine in recent months. Shuffling through boxes of donated clothes, you find a shirt big enough to sleep in. The fabric smells like moth-balls and dust, but the feeling of clean cotton against your skin is heavenly.
You find Kenny in the clerical office, rummaging through the priests desk. The sun is replaced with a flight of candles, for the first time in forever, you don’t feel like death is standing right behind you.
“Would you look at that,” Kenny pulls a cigar from the desk, bringing it up to his nose for inspection, “Looks like father had his own little habit.”
Despite yourself, you laugh at his comment, rounding towards the large leather chair he’s settled into.
“Smoking kills you know.” You lean against the desk next to him. Your bare legs brush against his knee, the heat from your skin makes his mouth water.
“I think there’s more pressing concerns than tobacco, kid.”
There’s something different about tonight, even more than just the four walls and roof around you. There’s something about Kenny and the way his stare has followed you all night. You can feel a cord pulling taught, fraying in the middle before it snaps.
“Asshole.”
The plush of Kenny’s bottom lip is close enough to your cunt to be disastrous. Friendly banter becomes laughing and swatting at his chest like a teenager. Communion wine and tension pulling you into him. The loneliness of this life becomes more apparent the closer he is to touching your skin. When did the man in front of you make your heart race so fast?
Maybe you’ve always felt this way.
You feel it, the ghosts of last night, the night before. The ghosts of weeks or maybe even months. The familiarity of a touch you weren’t quite awake for.
Ass arching off from where it sticks to the cherry wood, you want to feel it again. The laving of tongue and mouth against you. The devouring of your most intimate planes of skin, places no one else has ever touched before, places you were saving for your future husband.
The kiss as hot as hell.
“Awe, c’mon now,” His nose nudges against your clit, the movement pulling another cry from your throat to bounce against the high ceiling, “that’s not my name.”
“I’ve been tracing it into this precious cunt of yours every night,” each word is more unhinged than the last, no longer worried about the doe in his sights running away, “Do I need to spell it out for you again?”
There’s nowhere to run, pressed in between his canines.
Dreams of calloused fingers and a wandering mouth are now cementing as memories. The feeling of rough facial hair. The sounds of desperate moans and how they shake against you.
The way his tongue curls like a signature.
His mouth is flush against you again, sucking at your aching clit for only a moment before moving his attention to long lashes against your clenching hole.
“You must remember. You were moaning it so sweetly,” he nips at your puffy lips before drawing back. His chin is sheened in your arousal, slick refracting off the dimly lit space between you, flickering candles outline his features with a dance of orange shadows. Kenny’s eyes hold you captive, giving you one more chance to answer.
“What’s my name, kid?”
His tongue breaches you, a set of large, familiar hands keep your legs spread wide atop the desk.
You remember— of course you do. You remember everything. The name stuck in your head like a broken record. The name you call for in a sleepy haze as your body is dragged into orgasm.
The name that’s spelled against you like a promise.
“K-Kenny please.”
That’s all that he needs, the only thing, if he’s being honest, that he’s ever needed.
“There’s my sweet little girl. Finally using your manners.” Two fingers come up to swipe against your pussy, stopping right before your clit and collecting slick to bring up to your eye line for inspection. You jump when the warm digits drag against your bottom lip, a silent prompt for your mouth to fall open.
Kenny sticks his fingers in, the intent to make you gag is clear but you take it. You’ll take anything he gives you. Your tongue swirls around the intrusion, running against each joint and suckling loudly. The sound is wet and lewd, the spit collecting at the corners of your mouth makes his head spin.
Your destruction, he decides, will be beautiful.
Kenny’s fingers release with a wet pop. He runs callouses down from your cheek, over the curve of your tits and down your abdomen. Two fingers stop at your pubic bone to trace lightly against the skin in random patterns.
“Your body is just as agreeable when you’re awake.” His words drip in sin, reminding you exactly how familiar he is with you. All of you.
Both thumbs come down to spread your lips, Kenny can’t help but take a moment-- just a beat-- to stare at your swollen, glossy clit and the quiver of your little hole. Your skin is soft, completely untouched by anyone else. He laid claim to almost every inch before you begged him to.
He sinks from the leather chair, kneeling in front of you. You’re the body and blood as far as a sinner like Kenny is concerned.
There’s a plea stuck in your throat. You want to beg him to slow down, it’s too much all at once, but you know if you cried out-- all you would do is beg him for more.
His tongue is long and flat against you, every swipe is punctuated with a growl. The rumbling from his chest is thrown against your clit like a current through cold water. Sharp, shocking, terrifying.
“Kenny, I- I want,” He sucks your throbbing clit into his mouth, rubbing the tip of his tongue against the hood. There’s no words in any language that make sense to you. There’s nothing but his name.
“Kenny ah, I need, I don’t know how t—”
Your dangling over a fire, trying desperately to jerk away from the lick of the flames.
“I know, kid, I know exactly what you need.” his breath is heavy and warm in fans across your skin. You're dripping down the sides of his face and onto the cleric’s desk. Kenny is covered in you, open mouthed kisses against the sweetest thing he’s ever had in his mouth. The tangy taste of your pussy mixing with the wine still on his tongue.
If he spent forever between your thighs, it wouldn’t be nearly long enough.
“Such a sweet little thing, you’re insatiable.” All you can do is nod dumbly, eyes glazing over with a distinct look of teary submission. It’s so new to you, but grinding upwards and catching your clit against his chin seems like second nature.
The primal need for release is much stronger than any prayer of abstinence.
“What would your little prayer circle think if they knew you spread your legs for a dirty old fucker like me?” Kenny coos against the apex of your thighs. His words knock on the hollow space behind your breastbone.
Your family and friends, the priest from St. Mary’s who baptized you, old man Jaeger from next door— all buried or burned to ash or so much worse.
Anyone you’ve ever loved is dead, maybe that’s why Kenny is still around.
There’s nothing that can hold you back anymore, the control you claw at slips from your fingers like watery silk. There’s no escaping the roughness of his stubble and an evil, serpent tongue.
“Kenny!”
You cum with a shattering cry, the sound ringing so loud in your ears you swear any enemy of the living in a 10 mile radius could hear you. In reality, what escapes is little more than a broken snivel.
It hurts, muscles aching from the exertion of trying to keep from falling apart. Your body is a hairpin trigger, the comedown feels more like withdrawal.
“There’s my girl, my good little girl.” His voice is uncharacteristically soft, doting while you fall back to earth. It’s a strange feeling, you’ve never found comfort in Kenny before, he isn’t the shoulder you go to lean on.
But tonight he’s the chin you buck into.
The aftershocks run across your naked skin, already missing the feeling of his touch as he settles back into the cracked leather chair.
His cock presses into the denim confines uncomfortably, the ache can wait though. Whether this is his last night alive or has all the time in the world-- he’s going to savor the glistening prize nestled between your thighs. Kenny’s fingers find the cigar where it lies next to your knee, bringing it up to examine while you squirm at the cold night air against your wet cunt.
“No one will ever make you feel as good as I do,” both legs kick out, falling to dangle on either side of his knees in surprise as the cigar comes down to trace your outer lips. He presses the tuck inwards, pulling out slightly so you cry out. The harsh texture of the wrapper mixes with the most minimal of stimulation, causing tears to clump in your waterline.
“Why don’t you think of a way to repay me, hmm?”
You push past the heaviness in your muscles, sitting up to meet his incredulous stare. Kenny sticks the cigar between his teeth, striking a match from the desk drawer to light the cap. The cigar is stale, cheap tobacco. But every drag now tastes like you.
“I- I could try to--” Words are left unspoken on your tongue, even now, the intonation is poison in your throat.
You expect Kenny to laugh at your bashfulness, instead, two fingers come up to curl around the Rosary around your neck. He drags you forward, exhaling smoke into your parted, quivering lips. You try your best not to choke.
He pulls the cigar away, ashing it carelessly on the floor.
“Use your words, kid, tell me what you want.” His words are sleazy but his voice is soft around the edges. Prompting you to shuffle onto his lap. His free hand rests in the small of your back to keep you steady.
“I want--” Fuck, your voice feels like it’ll fail, you take a moment to breathe, “I want you to fuck me, Kenny.”
Your plea is rushed, so quick to hit his ears he almost misses it. There’s no hiding anymore, there’s nowhere else in this world but the private quarters of a long-dead clergy member. The space between you and Kenny is foggy and tense, only inches between lips.
There’s no more penance in this world, no more time to sit and atone for his sins with prayer. The soft, syrupy feeling of your cunt wrapping around his cock is a slice of heaven, cut out and stolen right from the sky.
“I thought you’d never ask, doll face.”
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Do you have any HCs for Karma Akabane (Assassination Classroom) where his darling keeps rejecting him, so he does something extreme to make them his? (But aged up to like early 20s)
So in canon he does wind up in a position with a lot of political power and wealth, and he's absolutely going to use everything at his disposal to have his Darling. He'll just casually give them a few hundred dollars/thousands of yen and "little gifts" that he knows they'd like, make anyone causing problems in their life go away (not killing, just ruining their lives and livelihood lol), etc. He'd build up some material goodwill with these gifts and favors for them as a sort of "insurance" to coerce them into spending time with him later.
He'll do a search of their social media presence a) to find out more about them in general and b) find any potential ammo he can use for blackmail if they don't accept his advances at first. He's got a few of their photos saved to his phone, but he's not bold or stupid enough to use it as his wallpaper or anything. He does use them to jerk off sometimes, imagining how cute they'd sound while he fills them up and marks every inch of their body as his.
He'd invite his Darling out to dinner and be a little disappointed when they any no thank you. But this is why he planned to set up that "insurance" as a way to guilt them into going out with him. He'll also sweeten the deal by assuring ____ that it's nothing romantic, just a nice dinner between friends/coworkers/an employee and their boss depending on their relationship. But if they still refuse, he'll keep his cool and think about a better angle to attack from.
He'd find any blackmail material on them he could get and corner them at the end of the day with it. He would try to give them the illusion of choice by saying they can either accept his one simple request for dinner with him, or they can ruin their chances at getting hired ever again when he uses his connections to blacklist them (assuming he couldn't find anything to blackmail them with)
If they STILL refused him, and if he couldn't find anything substantial enough to use as blackmail, he'd laugh and say he admires just how stubborn they are. But he's not going to give up either. He'll have slipped a sedative pill under his tongue disguised as a mint and quickly pull/hold ____ against him while he stuns them with a kiss and shoves it down their throat.
Soon he's taking them home in his car using the best route out of the building to avoid getting spotted. If he is though, he'll explain that ____ is ill and he's simply taking them home to rest. He'll have prepared his penthouse for their arrival a while beforehand, with a soundproofed bedroom and various restraints to keep them tied down and compliant. They'll simply wake up with him in bed, groggy from the sedatives, and in Karma's mind they're already his.
He'll gaslight and manipulate them to keep them from trying to fight back or run away. They already know they're not able to beat him physically, and he'd be happy to demonstrate by putting them into some mildly painful submission poses. But why do they even want to leave? He'll provide for every little need and want of theirs, pay off any debts they have and then some, treat them like royalty--or they can throw that away and by some miracle, manage to escape him. Then what? He'll easily find them no matter where they go. Go to the police? With his power and connections, nobody will lay a finger on him.
He's a sadistic dom with a soft and gentle voice. Somehow even after he's fucked their throat raw and made them cry, he still manages to get them to curl up and kiss him goodnight when it's time for bed. He'll punish and play with them using all sorts of toys, and even when they beg him to stop at first he finds a way to make them (or at least, make them think they did afterwards) beg for more. No matter how sadistic he is, no matter how much they may insist sometimes that this isn't love and that they WANT to be "free"...they can't help but wonder if that's entirely true. Over time they'll become addicted to him, and that's what he's counting on.
#tw: noncon#.assassination classroom#yandere assassination classroom#.myshit#.queue#.karma#yandere karma
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Protection Forever - William Lennox
Lennox x Reader
Description: Running into an old flame at the worst possible time.
Warning: nah. Bad writing? Kinda. Unedited because I was excited. I’ll not when it’s been fixed. Somethings may not be fully aligned with the movie but I tried 😩
Word count: 2500+
Dedicated to @merakiaes hey fren!
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You were an EMT.
The two of you pulled up to meet with the other Autobots, you exiting the vehicle before he transformed. You were in awe as he and the rest of the cars all changed.
The biggest one, their leader, gave a rundown of everything that was happening once he confirmed Sam’s identity. This was just a recap for you as Ratchet had already explained. The teenage boy just stood there stuttering not really knowing how to process everything and you frowned again. That was when you really took notice of two teens just standing there. Having known what was expected of Sam Witwicky you frowned slightly.
“I don’t know about this Ratchet, he’s just kid.” You commented to the alien you had formed a quick bond with.
“And who might you be?” The one called Optimus inquired.
You gave him your name before the other yellow autobot, who you’d later learned was Bumble Bee, uttered something through his radio. It was hard for you to hear but the other robots seemed to be use to it as Ratchet responded immediately.
“The human. I like her.” Ratchet sounding irritated.
Bumblebee made another comment and right before Ratchet could respond one of the others chimed in.
“Wait why do they get humans?” Jazz asked incredulously. “I want one too!”
“Enough! Humans are not pets.” The one call Optimus Prime stated sternly, clearly tired of their bickering. You held your laugh, highly amused.
They were like siblings. A family.
“Exactly I’m just here to help and be a better tour guide than these kids can be.” You confirmed practically forcing your services on them. “Besides they need adult supervision. From the looks of it, you all do.” You grinned at everyone around you. Optimus gave a nod, agreeing.
“She stays. Let’s move.”
In that short amount of time things moved rather quickly. You watched the Autobots accidentally destroy Sam’s backyard when attempting to retrieve the glasses, you were all arrested, you escaped thanks to the Autobots, only to be arrested again.
Fail.
Finally you ended it some secret base. How get you weren’t alone. The government had apparently been on a roll with kidnapping civilians who “knew too much “.
Things weren’t going great but quickly went left when the Decepticons, the Autobot rivals, came to retrieve Megatron.
A war from another planet had officially made Earth its battleground.
You were nervous, trying to figure out how to calm everything down before things started to escalate. Nobody was going to get anywhere with all the bickering. That’s when you saw him.
It had been what? Two years?
Still, without even knowing it, without even knowing you were present, he was still able to make your heart be slow and fast at the same time. The army had aged him, but for the better making him all the more attractive but you couldn’t focus on that right now. Especially when you heard:
“The cryogenic system is failing! We're losing NBE One!”
All the soldiers begin to pack everything that they could to prepare in a fight the way they always did. It was an mirable the way Linux game orders in his men took them without a second thought. The trust there.
“That’s good. Get all the ammo you got.”
“Everything you can carry. Bring it.”
Tearing your eyes away from your former lover you grab Sam.
“Come on, we need Bee.” You reminded him, nodding in Simmons direction
“You got to take me to my car.” Sam said, then repeated when he was ignored. “You have to take me to my car. He’s gonna know what to do with the Cube.”
“Your car? It's confiscated.”
“Then unconfiscate it.” You stared blankly.
“We do not know what will happen if we let it near this thing! -“
“You don't know.”
“Maybe you know, but I don't know.”
You rolled your eyes at the insufferable mans rambling.
This was really was more about ego who was in control more than anything. The guy running the ship, clearly was on a power trip. Unfortunately for him he was facing off against soldiers . The Captain who’s eyes you could feel staring at the side of your face.
A Captain and his soldiers. Ones that really dont like to lose and take serving their country seriously.
The guy who arrested you earlier continue to argue with Sam about getting him back to bumblebee when Lennox finally pulled out his gun sick of the back-and-forth.
“Take him to his car!”
As soon as he did so all hell broke loose and everyone from both parties pulled out a weapon.
“Drop it!”
It wasn’t until One of the sector seven agents pointed a gun at the back of Will’s head that you disable to another agent and took his gun and pointed it directly and held it directly at the one pointing the gun at your ex.
“I really wouldn’t.” You warned.
You were no soldier, but Will have taught you plenty before you broke up. So did your brother, before he passed away. He actually served alongside Will but died in combat. Biking. That’s part of why you were so hurt when Will re-enlisted. When he got promoted to Captain and chose the army over you. You were terrified of losing him the way you lost your brother. The break up wasn’t that messy but you both said things you didn’t mean. In attempts to mask your own pain and hurt one another.
You know. Hurt people, hurt people.
It’s still came to no surprise that you put a bullet in someone to protect him. Together or not you’d never let anything happen to him.
“I'm ordering you under S-Seven executive jurisdiction-“ Simmons ranted.
“S-Seven don't exist.” You interjected, earning a quick appreciative glance from Will.
“Right. And we don’t take orders from people that don’t exist.”
“I’m gonna count to 5. Okay-“ Simmons attempted to threat yet again.
“Well, I’m gonna count to three.” Will deadpanned.
You knew that look. God did you know that look and it was so wrong that you were so turned on.
Finally the Secretary of defense interfered telling Simmons to do what was being asked of him. Everyone relaxed slight, weapons lowering.
“Y/n,”
“Captain.”
The Captain and couldn’t help but watch you how do you get up and prepare to go.
“So that’s her huh?” Epps commented as Will watched you run off with Sam.
“Yeah..” Will answered, mind racing.
While he knew he’d eventually see you again, he didn’t think it would be like this. You looked breath taking.
“Damn. Shorty had your back that entire time.”
“Gear up,”
“What I’m just saying I thought she was gonna put a cap in his.” Epps shouted after his Captain receiving no response.
Will knew you had his back, you always would, the same way he would always have yours. He thought of you often, the break up between two inescapable, never feeling like he did the right thing. You were always not too far from the front of his mind. Him wondering how you were doing. If you were happy. If you found somebody else. There was no doubt he regretted what had transpired between the two of you. It was his fault. He knew that. You knew that. He had ample opportunity to fight for you and he didn’t. When he was promoted Captain he felt he had to choose between you and the army. He didn’t choose you the way he should’ve. In reality he could’ve had both. However hr so caught up proven himself to his deadbeat dad that he possibly let the best thing that ever happened to him go.
Not to mention trying to atone for your brothers death. It wasn’t his fault, but he still couldn’t shake it. So without talking to you he reenlisted. Needless to say where that got him.
Now hear the both of you were in the middle of an alien war. Yeah. This is the last place he thought he’d see you.
You were numb. The battle on the highway enough to freak you out. For mommy, just a moment you thought this might be a dream but no. This is all very real. One minute you guys were just entering the city trying to lay low, next thing you know - BOOM! The explosion knocked all of you over, injuring some, killing a few. Bumblebee’s legs were partially blown off.
Getting up off the pavement you waited for the ringing in your ear to subside as you stood up, trying to study yourself when you felt a pair of arms hold you still.
You knew it was Will just by the way he touched you, you blinked hard trying not to go down memory lane.
“Are you okay?” The concern in his voice was enough to make your heart skip a bear.
“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “Yeah I’m fine.”
Slowly you removed yourself from his grip and went to check on Sam and Mikaela. Ratchet on the other hand -
“Hmm. His pheromone levels are-“ you quickly turned on him and glared.
“Ratchet I’ll turn you into a can opener if you don’t shut the hell up.”
The robot nearly held his hands up in the surrendering position as he followed you. Will had arranged an aircraft to pick up Sam and the cube while everyone else defended themselves against the deceptive cons in a hurry to get the cube far far away before Megatron arrived. Sam was in a panic and so Michaela, you could see Will’s short fuse getting ready to exploded. It was then you decided to be an escort.
“Sam, you can’t do this alone.” Michaela fussed.
“He won’t be alone.” You commented, causing all parties involved to look at you.
“I’m going with you.” You declared.
“No.” Will didn’t even hesitated as he stepped closer to you.
“Captain Lennox-“
“No!” You grabbed him by the front of his beer and pushed him back.
“Do you see what going on out there?!” You continued to hold on to him and you yelled at him over there chose. “We’re at a war. One we are extremely ill prepared for. So get your shit together! Sam is my responsibility. I have to get this kid to safety.”
This time your hands slid up the side of his face forcing him to look at you.
“Y/n..” he breathed out leaning down toward you, and for the first time during all this madness you could visibly see he was afraid.
“I’ll be back, Will.” You assured him, briefly resting your forehead against his.
Gathering himself he pulled away, looking toward Sam then back at you.
“Go. Go!”
And then we were running.. With nothing but an M16 strapped to your back and the pistol in your hand, you ran faster than you ever have before.
The four of you were under attack once more, you and Sam doing what you had to, to avoid getting snatched up as a fight Ironhide and Ratchet defended you. Unfortunately you were too close to one of the cars that went up in flames and you were thrown into another car from the blast.
“Y/n!” You could feel the blood on your forehead as you slowly pushed yourself up. As you tried to stand you immediately stopped feeling the pain in your thigh. Looking down could see the damage that had been done. The blood surrounding the afflicted area.
“Wha- what, what do i do?!” Sam asked frantically once he took notice of your injury.
“You gotta keep going Sam. I’ll be fine.”
He stood fo his feet, unsure of what to do. When Ironhide told him the same thing.
“Go!” You screamed once more.
Sam left and continued to run without you as you, as quickly as possible, as you tore your focus away from him to pull the shard of glass in your leg out. Ripping a piece of your shirt off you tightly tied it around your thigh in order to stop the bleeding. There was no point in going forward now but the return back to everyone else and help them fight.
You just had to avoid getting killed in the process.
You seen a car steering wheel, a Mountain Dew vending machine and and Xbox all turn into one of those freaky ass robots right before your eyes. All of which you helped others fight off. It was so surreal. In fact, if it wasn’t for the constant ringing in your ear from all the explosions you definitely think you were dreaming. You almost made it back to Lennox and his men when another Decepticon stood between between you and your destinations. They were definitely taking a beating. You saw Epps shooting a green laser indicating the robot that doubled as a helicopter wasn’t a friendly and decided to do what you could to keep the Decepticon from getting any closer to them and hurting any more civilians. In an attempt to draw it away from everyone else, you begin to fire your weapon giving it everything you had.
Unfortunately, the side effective taking its attention off the others meant putting the attention on you.
You ran trying to duck and dodge a bullets now directed your way.
But Will. Will’s heart dropped. Seeing you there defending yourself alone. His pause was brief, the air forces plan already in motion, before he started the motorcycle and was speeding in your direction.
“William!” You screamed for him fearfully as he drove straight toward the robot.
The only thing you could hear was your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You almost couldn’t breathe, you don’t remember the last time you ever felt so scared in your life. But it wasn’t your life you feared for was it?
He rushed forward and slid under the robot continuing to firing the launcher. All you could do was watch as he drove toward you. Toward the danger your mind wondering if he did that on a regular basis. Was this the life of a soldier? What he went through day after day when he was deployed?
Standing up he only spared the parts of the dismembered robot a glance before shouting and turning looking for you. In a matter of seconds he was standing directly in front of you and pulling you into his arms.
Relief.
There was nothing like physically being about to touch someone, hold someone to really know they were okay.
“So…” you began, suddenly feeling nervous. “...That was hot-“
Before you were able to get another word in, he captured your lips with his kissing you roughly and bringing you closer, hands on the small of your back. You couldn’t help it kiss him back just as fiercely put in every emotion you had into that kiss.
Every ounce of passion he had in body, put into this kiss, your lips just as soft, kiss just as pure as he remembered. When you kissed, he knew he was a goner and could never let you go again.
It has been two years since the last time you guys have been this close. This intimate. Reconnected. The feeling it gave you, the indescribable feeling, was one neither one of you ever wanted to forgo again. Pulling back slowly, you both had smiles on your faces, Will pulling you closer to plant a kiss on your forehead.
“Excuse me,” Epps interrupted.
The both of you turning your attention on him.
“As cute as this shit is it’s highly inappropriate in the middle of the battle. I’m just saying we are trying to stay alive and shit.”
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Oh my fu- I don’t even know what this isssss
Couldn’t tell you what my original ideas was or nothing. I believed this was going to short-
I enjoyed writing it though! Shoutout again to @merakiaes for being on this lennox train with me lol
I’m just....I’m just gonna leave this mess here.
Bye
- Mo
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Tags: @merakiaes @lilythemadqueen
#transformers imagine#transformers#Captain William lennox#william lennox#Lennox x reader#sam witwicky#will lennox x reader#transformers x reader#black!reader#Sam witwicky x reader#optimus prime
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