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Just a small authors note with what I’m comfortable doing, what Im not comfortable doing, fandoms, etc. also none of this art is mine! I also do not know EVERYTHING about a fandom, especially a few of these but I like the character(s) and have a character in that fandom :)

comfortable with:

• Fluff
• Certain amounts of smut or implied smut
• violence
• detail (depending on what it is)
• character x oc

Not comfortable with:

• N/A

neutral:

• Character x Reader (maybe, I’m not sure.)

Fandoms:

Overtime

fnaf/Five Nights At Freddy’s

Marble Hornets

Creepypasta

Dead Plate 

The Stanley Parable

Call Of Duty / C.O.D

Characters (My Oc’s):

Lou Jones (Overtime)

Chess (Chainsaw Massacre+Mandela Catalog)

Professor Don/Don Stalonin (Mandela catalog+Creepypasta)

Jax Marzanna Ignacy Bundy (The Boy)

Regan Russ (Call Of Duty)

EyeBlack (Call of Duty)

Skulk (Call of Duty)

Characters:

Bubba/Thomas Hewitt/Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (Texas Chainsaw Massacre) 

Stanley(Stanley Parable)

the Narrator (Stanley Parable)

The Curator (Stanley Parable)

Slenderman (Creepypasta)

Hoody (Marble Hornets)

Masky (Marble hornets)

Rody Lamoree (Dead Plate)

Vincent Charbonneau (Dead Plate)

‘Soap’ Mactavish (C.O.D.)

‘Ghost’ Riley (C.O.D.)

Kim ‘Horangi’ Hong-Jin (C.O.D.)

König (C.O.D.)

Rudy Parra (C.O.D.)

Alejandro Vargas (C.O.D.)

Farah Karim (C.O.D.)

Alex Keller (C.O.D.)

Captain Price (C.O.D.)

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrickson (C.O.D.)

Gary ‘Roach’ Garrison (C.O.D.)

Mentioned Characters:

TrenderMan (creepypasta)

OffenderMan (creepypast)

SplendorMan (creepypast)

Roze (C.O.D.)

Hutch (C.O.D.)

Chapters (minus authors note)

ch 1 “The Time of the Affair” [open] William Afton x Henry Emily

ch 2 “and then I go and spoil it all” [Open] : Rody Lamoree x Vincent charbonneau

ch 3 “He’s not mine, is he? he acts like he is…“[Open!!]: Hoody & Masky

ch 4 “Again & Again“ : Stanley x Narrator

ch 5 “It’s Not A Merry Christmas Without you.” : Hoody x Masky 

ch 6 “I’m Safe From The People That Want My Head As Long As I’m With Him.“ : König x Horangi 

Ch 7 “Bright Gifts from one not so happy Being “: Thomas Hewitt|Leatherface x Chess [OC]

Ch 8 “Fallen For A Lie” : Brahms Heelshire x Jax Blade [Oc]

Ch 9 “A Rock Brought Down To Bleed“: Slenderman x Professor Don (oc)

Ch 10 “A Broken Fall”: Alejandro Vargas x Rudy|Rodolfo Parra

Ch 11 “Remember That I Love You”: Valeria Garza x Regan Russ [oc]

Ch 12 “Fear Of Artemis” : Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x ‘Soap’ Mactavish

Ch 13 “it’s too late to say ‘I Love You’” : Farah Karim, Alex Keller, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrickson, Raphael ‘Eyeblack’ Golubev [OC], Captain Price 

Ch 14 “Sweatpants under nightgowns“ : Nikto, Sebastian Krueger

Ch 15 “Dear Russias son of war“ : Roman|Rome [OC], Velikan, Philip graves, Random medic

Ch 16 “Hard To Swallow” : Captain Price, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, ‘Soap’ Mactavish, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrickson, Gary ‘Roach’ Garrickson

Ch 17 “La seine and his spilt soju” : Darnell ‘Hutch’ Hutchinson, Rozelin ‘Roze’ Helms, Kim ‘Horangi’ Hong-jin, König

Ch 18 “Sargent..? Leuitenant..? Captain..? I’m cold…”

Authors+Editors:

ao3 version:

VelikanWithAFlask

Quotev version:

The Nun Of Michigan-Author

‘Hoody’ [Nun of Michigans alt]-Author

fleur Frosch-Editor

Symbols:

🍋=Smut

🍋‍🟩=Implied smut

🥀=Angst

🐑=Fluff

🐏=Fluff but there might be some violence or gore

🕯️=Slowburn (will be on ao3 a lot more)

Sep 30 2025 Update:

Kinktober time!! Also, you may request things but I cannot promise it will be the exact thing you request and I cannot promise it will be done quickly either

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He dropped the pen watching the pen roll then fall off the end of the desk he covered his ears then slowly covered his eyes. He let out a deep sigh as if he was abt to cry, he covered his whole face, wishing he had somewhere else besides home, and the restaurant to go. The door creaked open as he sniffled a bit. It slowly closed.

“you ok?”

The person asked.

“I- ye- Yes! I’m fine!!”

William almost yelled in response, He didn’t know someone had entered the room and it had immediately uneased his already tired and stressed state, he could feel the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he tried to make out who the person was, though shadows engulfed their face and most of their body. The person locked the door then slowly walked up to him. He dropped his hands back on the desk leaning forward, he watched the person out of the corner of his eye.

“What the fuck do you want.”

William asked turning around to face the person, finally seeing their face as they put their hands up and kneeled before William. The desk lamp covered their face with a nice orange-brownish glow.

“Chill! Wanted to check up on you Will… have you been here the whole night..?”

He asked, he continued to stare but mainly out of concern and hesitation.

“Go fuck yourself Emily. Don’t ever call me that.”

William said quietly turning back to his desk.

“I’ll take that as a yes to you have been here the whole night. Go to bed, I can take care of stuff! I promise”

Henry said putting his hand on Williams shoulder bending down beside him to get a better look at him. He smiled softly yet seemed irritated at Williams next choice of words.

“You expect me to trust you here… alone… with your clumsiness? Nonono!! it’s either the restaurant is closed today or I’m staying here for the day! I couldn’t even trust you with a bloody piece of paper. ‘Oh I stepped on it’ ‘I accidentally threw it away’”

William mimiced Henry’s voice. Henry stopped smiling and stood back up.

“your going to bed either way William. I’m not gonna let you have coffee.”

Henry quickly responded, glaring at him. As he was squeezing Williams shoulder a bit harder William pushed henrys hand off of his shoulder

“don’t touch me, you bitch.”

William said looking away from Henry. The light shinned on his brown but graying hair that was in a braid. Henry stared for a second then walked away only to come back with another chair. He sat down next to William staring at him. After a few minutes Henry slowly took out the braid being gentle so he didn’t pull out Williams hair.

“13 years and you put your hair up in a ugly messy braid. Why not show it off?”

Henry questioned, William didn’t answer. He took out the last neon purple hair band then set it on the desk with the others. He sat still for a few seconds a bit tired. William put one of his arms out signaling for atleast one hair band to put his hair up. Henry stared at Williams hand.

“Let your hair be William. It’s literally stuck in the shape of the braid. It won’t come Undone unless I do it.”

Henry scolded. William sighed and rolled his eyes then turned to Henry. A small sliver of appreciation was in his eyes but William quickly hid it as he spoke and shook his head in anger but exhaustion.

“Only this once… but then I’m putting a hair tie back in, you know I don’t like my hair being this long and not put up.”

William said looking back down at the blue prints on his desk. Henry moved the blue prints in front of himself grabbing a piece of chalk. He looked at William who seemed to start to doze off, drool slightly starting to drip from his very very slightly open mouth. he gently grabbed william by his shoulder getting William to lay his head and shoulder on his lap and fall asleep. Henry ran his fingers through Williams hair to get it back to its natural shape as he finished the blue prints. After a few minutes Williams hair was straighten out and no longer a braid, his hair reached the floor slowly layering over its self. As Henry began to hum a familiar tune to William, William dug his nails into Henry’s thigh with every note that passed in the tune. Henry stopped humming and quickly put the writing utensil down. He ran his fingers through Williams hair calming him down slowly but surely with both his words and touch.

“I’ll stop humming the tune, I’m sorry. I should’ve remembered.”

He whispered as he looked down at William. Henry felt his finger be pricked by something William had on him. Henry pulled his hand away quickly watching as his finger began to bleed.

“William? William.”

Henry spoke in a panic as he shook William awake.

“Huh?! What?!”

William said waking up confused and in Henry’s lap. He looked up at him.

“My fingers bleeding. You have something sharp on you.”

Henry stated, pulling Williams hair away from Williams ears. William messed with his ear for a second then placed the earring in Henry’s hand. The earring was a rusty needle.

“Why do you have a needle in your ear?!”

Henry screamed concerned, he covered his mouth as his eyes glazed over with tears.

“You never know when you’ll need it.”

William responded before drifting back off to sleep. Henry rubbed William’s back as he watched his finger continue to bleed. he was so confused and caught off guard by William’s reaction. After a few hours Henry had finished Williams blueprints for toy Chica, he put the chalk down then looked down at William who was still asleep. He sighed and rubbed Williams back attempting to wake him up. William didn’t response leaving Henry stuck. Henry stared at the endoskelton in front of him. Though the endoskeleton didn’t have eyes it still made Henry feel as if he was being watched. He sighed feeling uneasy. He continued to rub William’s back while he stared at the endoskeleton. Williams nails seemed to slightly dig into Henry’s thigh. Henry looked down and moved his hand away from his thigh. Henry rubbed Williams head as he stared at the endoskeleton. He looked down at William.

“Afton, it’s time to get up, the work day has ended you need to go home.”

Henry said as he sat William back up in his chair. William looked at him as if he was mad at him. He sat there quietly for a few minutes before packing his bag. Henry watched feeling a little guilty, Henry picked up his bag and stood up. He stared at William as he kneeled down at his bag. Henry walked behind William and grabbed his keys out of his pocket. Henry then put Williams keys in his own bag. He kneeled down and crawled to his side.

“Need help finding something will?”

He asked sitting up and putting his arm around him. William glared at him staying quiet, Henry continued to wait for a response.

“do you need a ride home..?”

He asked. William slowly nodded embarrassed.

“Ok! Let’s get going then! I want to sleep.”

William put his bag on then walked past Henry to the front of the restaurant waiting at the door to lock the restaurant. Henry sighed then followed after him. He unlocked his car and waited for William as the car began to warm up. He watched him lock up the restaurant for the rest of the week. As William got in he continued to stare.

“Why are you locking up the restaurant for the rest of the week?”

He questioned. William shrugged as he looked down.

“You’re embarrassed that I’m giving you a ride home aren’t you…?”

Henry said as he grabbed Williams face turning his head to look at him. Williams face got red and seemed to heat up though Henry brushed it off, William had always became easily flustered by his touch and he had never thought anything of it.

“Just drive me home Emily!”

William said grabbing Henry’s arm and digging his nails into his arm.

“Ok! Ok! J.C. Will!”

Henry said placing his hand on William’s hand. William pulled his hand back and stare at Henry. Henry rubbed the wound in pain. He put his hand on the wheel and began to drive. After a few minutes William continued to stare at Henry.

“Do you need something?…”

he asked not taking his eyes off the road.

“I don’t want to go to my house…”

William admitted sheepishly as he hung his head low.

“what?”

Henry questioned.

“I. Don’t. Want. To. Go. To. My. House.”

William repeated more sternly, already getting fed up with Henry’s persistent questions.

“Why?!”

Henry almost yelled, stealing a worried glance from William as he tried to keep his eyes on the road ahead of them.

“Let’s talk about this later..”

William replied looking out the window to his side. The road was straight, dark, and no other cars besides Henry’s truck was in the road.

“Ok.. I’ll bring you to my house…but I’m not forgetting this, okay?”

he mumbled under his breath. Which only served a glance at him from William.

“thank you emily..”

William said with a soft smile . Henry nodded. They eventually reached Henry’s house. It was dark and quiet.

“Laura has Charlotte and Sammy.. she won’t be here for another month. Stay as long as you wish afton…”

Henry said taking off his shoes and work jacket then going upstairs. William nodded and put his bag on the living room carpet before taking his shoes and vest off. Henry came back downstairs in sweat pants and a black shirt. He looked at William for a second before speaking. He mumbled something under his breath though it was incoherent. He grabbed a water bottle and went back upstairs for the night.

_

Days passed and William stayed and Henry’s house, it was quiet and there wasn’t much to do because William had closed the pizzeria for the rest of the week and Henry’s wife was still out of town like always. so they usually sat in separate rooms unless one of them needed something from the other or it was dinner/Breakfast/lunch time, even then they didn’t talk much that week. The weekend arrived rather slowly to William but quickly to Henry. Henry walked down the stairs of his house fixing his tie, he looked up to see William sitting on the couch tying his boots. Henry gave a small and gentle smile as he hummed and walked over to william, he noticed the tie laying on the couch and picked it up. The fabric was soft but also almost like leather, he kneeled down inbetween William’s legs and in front of William. He forced William’s knee down and made him lean forward, he put the tie around William’s neck and began to tie it. William watched and didn’t seem to mind it but was still slightly caught off guard by the action. He stayed still once he leaned forward and put his arms on his knees, the twos breath mingling with one another’s. Henry’s breath was minty and somehow cold while William had yet to brush his teeth and his breath was hot. William had always been jealous of Henry’s perfect hygiene while he himself could barley take a shower every other week. He ran a hand through his greasy hair, not happy about how it felt between his skinny fingers as he stared at Henry’s brown locks that had some grey in it from aging. Soon Henry was done tying William’s velvet purple tie, he stood back up and patted William on the shoulder.

“There you go, will. Your tie is all done and fixed!”

Henry said in a gentle manner before walking away and disappearing into the kitchen. William’s eyes moved as Henry’s figure disappeared, leaving him in the living room trying not to berate himself and cry. He hated how Henry had always been the perfect one, he hated how he was jealous of him, he hated how when Henry was happy or flustered a small bit if blush would appear on his cheeks and his lips would seemingly get more color in them and look even better again his tan skin and dark beard, he hated how he loved him.

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‘Why would I care about Him…?’

Rody ran into the restaurant out of breath and his hair was soaked causing it to look long and straight. Vince stood in the corner writing down another recipe for the next day. As the back door slammed shut Vince looked to the door. Rody breathed heavily trying to get his breath back. Vince dropped his notebook and rushed over to Rody.

“Oh-… hey! Vince!- W-… wassup?!”

Rody said out of breath and shakily. Vince unbuttoned his chefs coat and used it to dry off Rodys hair.

“That-! That isn’t necessary, Vince!”

Rody insisted as he tried to push Vincent away.

“Nonsense!! Now stop moving! Let me dry your hair!”

Vince said grabbing rody by his waist and holding him close. As he dried Rodys hair rody made a pouty face.

“This really isn’t necessary..”

Rody nsisted once more.

“The customers cannot see you like this. You look unprofessional!”

Vince warned and in turn Rody rolled his eyes as Vince continued to hold him. Rody grumbled about his hair being touched. But stayed still accepting it, Vince continued to dry Rodys hair and holding his waist close to his own waist.

”Vince one of the cooks is staring… let go, I’m fine!…”

Rody said a bit embarrassed. Rody placed his hand on Vince’s hand. Vince paused for a second a bit confused before looking over at the cooks, who was in fact very much staring at them.

“Get back to work!!”

Vince yelled continuing to dry rody off.

“Vince!!”

Rody said slapping his hand away from his head. Vince squeezed Rodys waist, he paused and stared at rody trying to stay calm.

“Do that again I fucking dare you.”

Vince warned. Vince bent over a little as rody back into him as Vince continued to squeeze his waist.

“Ok! Ok!! Sorry!!”

Rody said placing his hands on Vince’s hand and his own waist.

“Vince stop squeezing me I haven’t eaten!!”

Rody said shakily. Vince let go and stared at him for a few minutes before raising an eyebrow and softly speaking in confusion.,

“You haven’t eaten…?”

Vince said a bit sad. Rody stood up quickly.

“No…”

rody said squeezing his eyes closed still in pain and shaking.

“I’ll go get you something!”

Vince said running into the freezer. Rody gently squeezed his stomach trying not to puke, Vince ran out with a medium sized chunk of meat then pushed one of the cooks aside and began cooking. Causing The cook to fall to the ground. Rody ran over and helped the cook up, Vince paused for a moment unhappy that rody was interacting with someone else that wasn’t him. He stopped cooking and put the butchers cleaver down his hand still resting on its handle, he stared at the cook and rody. He looked the cook up and down judging him as if he had done the stupidest thing he had ever done in his entire existence. He looked back down at the butchers cleaver and picked it up once again. He looked back at the cook before he walked up to the cook, cleaver in hand. He slowly leaned forward a bit and used the knife to tilt the cooks head up with so the two could see eye to eye.

“Vince! Stop it!! What is making you so upset?!”

Rody yelled. Vince pushed the cook to the ground then pointed to the back door, the other cooks stared. The cook ran out causing the door to slam behind him. Vince turned back to his cooking and continued.

“Sit in my office while you wait de- …” Vince paused. “Rody.”

He finished his sentence slowly. He went back to focusing on his cooking. Rody watched Vince as he slowly walked backwards to Vince’s office. Rody eventually disappeared into the room. The office door closed making a small noise to signal it had closed.

“Get back to work everybody.”

Vince said as he continued cooking. The cooks quickly looked down and continued cooking. After a while Vince opened the door to his office looking for Rody. He looked around puzzled not seeing the ginger, as if on cue Rody popped his head out from a corner of the room Vince couldn’t see. Vince jumped back a bit upset.

“GOD DAMNIT RODY!!”

he yelled.

“Don’t fucking do that!!”

Vince warned pointing a finger at rody. He pushed a plate into Rodys hands then stormed out, slamming the door to his office shut.

“Well now I don’t want to eat…”

rody thought to himself as he stared down at the plate, hesitant to eat.

“ I don’t want Vincent to be mad though..”

rody placed the plate on Vincent’s desk then sat down in the office chair before he began picking at it. It became cold over the next few minutes. Vince came back into the room after a little bit. He noticed rody hadn’t eaten much of the plate yet.

“Is something wrong with my cooking?”

He questioned as he raised a brow and walked up to the desk. He bent over and placed his hands on the desk. Rody looked up for a second then looked back down at the plate.

“No.. sorry, just… loss of appetite I guess…”

rody said with a awkward chuckle before looking down at the food once more and picking at the food once again.

“Well stop stabbing it!” Vince said taking the utensil away from him. Rody winced as he looked at Vincent surprised and a little nervous. He let out another awkward chuckle.

“Yeah… sorry…”

rody apologized, he stood up.

“I should get back to work..!”

Rody stated as he walked towards the door quickly, clenching his fists tight. Vince grabbed his arm and threw him back in the office chair.

“Huh?!”

Rody said as he fell back in the chair. Vince looked down at him and sighed heavily rolling his eyes. He stood back up then walked over to rody and helped him up.

“Thanks v- chef!!”

Rody said rubbing the back of his head and taking his other hand away from Vincent’s grasp. Vincent looked surprised, they stood there for a minute.

“Excuse me?”

Vincent said raising a eyebrow as Rody pushed past him

“I- bye chef!! Talk to you later!!”

He chuckled as he left the room. Vince stood there staring at the now closed door surprisedabd slight disbelief. His mouth slightly agape, his eyes wide, and his brows furrowed.

“He never calls me chef… why did he call me chef this time?”

Vince’s mind wandered in thought, his hands went limp and returned to his sides. Vince rolled his eyes then sat down at his desk looking at the plate.

“Their better when served fresh…”

he thought. He looked at the knife he had ripped out of rodys hand, he saw blood dripping from the knife onto the food.

“Fuck..”

he groaned to himself, he slammed the knife onto his desk, causing it to stab the wooden desk instead of the food and ran out of the room. His office door slammed shut as he looked around panicked. The cooks turned their heads to him.

“Where’s Rody!!??”

He questioned. The cooks looked at each other then pointed to the bathroom. He dashed to the bathroom slamming the door open causing Rody to turn around and freeze, Vince ran up to rody as rody washed his hands in the sink.

“Are you bleeding?!”

Vince questioned putting his hands on rodys shoulders. Rody didn’t answer, so he repeated himself.

“ are. You. Bleeding?! Answer me rody!!!!”

Vince yelled as he grabbed Rudy’s arm and pulled it away from the sink and towards himself.

“I- ye- no! No!! I’m not bleeding chef!”

Rody said hiding one of his hands behind his back. Vince stared at him then grabbed his hand. Rody pulled his hand away quickly.

“Chef… I’m fine!!..”

Rody finally responded chuckling nervously.

“Show me your fucking hand.”

Vince said placing his hand in front of him.

“LAMOREE!!”

He yelled rody quickly placed his hand back in Vince’s hand.

“Thank you..”

Vince responded softly. Vince began to look at rodys hand his thumb gently brushed over the small cut in rodys hand.

“why say your ok when you obviously got hurt?! Just-….. Don’t lie to me next time..”

Vince said as he added some pressure to stop the bleeding.

“now let’s get you taken care of.”

He said guiding rody back to his office. The customers and cooks stared at the two in confusion, disbelief, and astonishment. As the office door shut Vince let go of rodys hand. He went over to his desk and started digging in the cabinets. One of his hands stayed on the desk near the plate. Rody stared as he held his still bleeding hand. He felt scared and anxious. He was scared of Vince for hurting him but he still forgave him rather quickly. Vince stopped staring at the many beer bottles on his desk. Rody watched as he backed up to the office door, though he forgave Vince he was still terrified. Rodys hand held a small pool of blood in its palm, he moved his focus to the bleeding wound.

“This is gonna be how I die… a stupid cut..”

he thought to himself tearing up. He made a pitiful face.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!”

Vince yelled at rody Storming up to him and pinning him to the wall by his arms. Rody stared at Vince in disbelief and horror. He showed pain On his face. He turned his head away from Vince as tears slowly began to pour. Vince stared at rodys face for a few seconds. Vince removed his hands from rodys injured arm and the wall. He put his hands near his shoulders.

“There. I-… I’m not touching you anymore rody..!”

he mumbled as he watched rody. Rodys tears continued to flow as he put his injured arm down. He hid his face with his other hand trying not to cry.

“Go away! Get away from me!!”

Rody yelled at Vincent in terror.

“Rody I didn’t mean to hurt you! I thought-” Vince said before he was cut off by the office door slamming closed.

“-….You were stealing something…”

he finished his original sentence. He sighed feeling a little guilty. He swung open the door to attempt to go after rody. He ran to the alley but no one was there,only rodys bike.

“He left…”

Vince thought to himself.

“Shit I really upset him Didn’t I?”

Vince felt more guilt stirring in his gut.

“I’ll return his bike to him once I’m off..”

Vince thought as he brought the bike back inside and to his office that way it wouldn’t be stolen.

Hours passed and the restaurant was locked up. Vince put on a dark grey shirt with long sleeves. He walked to the door and out on his boots,grabbed his keys, then left his house and began walking the dark street to rodys house.

“He lives in the sketchiest area of this fucking city…”

Vince thought to himself cringing a bit. He knocked on rodys door once he got to his house. He looked at the paper in his pocket making sure it was the right address.

“Yup right address…”

he knocked on the door again. After a few tries rody came out in a tank top and sweat pants. Vince tilted his head a bit. Rodys face showed he was tired from crying. His face was a little puffy from crying. Vince pointed to the bike rack.

“I’m just returning your bike, you left it at work… again…”

Vince rolled his eyes as he spoke, the situation was awkward and he tried to keep his normal energy though for some reason, seeing Rody cry made his heart feel like it was cracking.

“Oh… tha-“

rody said getting cut off by a yawn.

“Hm… Thanks..”

he finished his sentence with a shrug. They stared at each other for a few moments until Vince adjusted a little.

“I’m sorry.”

Vince mumbled.

“Pardon?!”

Rody said surprised and taken aback.

“I’m. Sorry.”

Vince repeated crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. Rody stayed quiet, Vince continued.

“I felt..guilty…”.

Rody nodded it became quiet again. Rody crossed his arms as well unsure of what to respond with to Vince’s apology.

“He’s never apologized before… not even when he slapped me or pushed me to the side.”

Rody thought, he rubbed the back of his head from awkwardness and disbelief.

“Want me to help you with your hand? I won’t bite or anything… I promise..!”

Vince said putting his hand out as he slightly chuckled in an attempt to make everything less awkward. Rody seemed nervous quickly.

“I- uhhh!…”

rody stubbled around his words.

“I brought bandages with me.. I’m guessing something in your house is broken as well seeing you live in the sketchiest part in Paris.”

Rody tensed up and it was obvious he was flustered. Vince watched rody quietly,

“so… can I come inside?”

Vince questioned.

“Yeah! Come on in…?” Rody said embarrassed but still unsure. Vince walked into rodys house, he froze as rody closed the front door. He looked around the apartment.

“This is.. where you- uh.. ‘exist’…?”

Vince said disgusted and judgmentally. Rody nodded, Vince turned his head to the kitchen. Flour was everywhere and so were many other things. Rodys trash can was filled with random things like beer bottles, shattered glass, paper plates, etc. his kitchen counters were cracked and dirty. Vince visibly cringed at rodys lame excuse of a kitchen. Vince looked around the house again looking over at the couch.

“You sleep on your couch…? That couch looks 15 or more years old.. how is it still standing?!”

Vince questioned crossing his arms.

“Bricks.”

Rody replied with a shrug as he walked over to the couch. Vince stared at him with visible concern.

“Ok..?”

Vince mumbled.

“The bathrooms broken by the way.”

Rody said sitting down on the couch. Vince rolled his eyes, of course Rody’s bathroom was broken. Vincent then grabbed something out of his pocket and sat next to rody. He leaned forward a bit putting his elbows on his knees, He turned his head to rody and watched him. He put his hand out with the other hand showing bandages in it. Rody put his injured hand into Vince’s hand. Rody looked around out of boredom.

“Done.”

Vince said letting go of rodys hand and getting up to throw away some things. Rody watched Vince.

“You bandaged me up that quick..? I’m confused! Usually it takes me like- idk? A hour??”

Rody said chuckling a bit. As vince threw his trash away he stared at rody. He walked back over to the couch. Rody let out a nervous chuckle as Vince bent over a bit and lifted rodys chin.

“Vince I’m taken…”

Rody chuckled. Vince grabbed rodys face squishing his face, Vince rolled his eyes.

“Is this about manon again…?”

Vince mumbled as he tilted Roxy’s head to the side and studied him for a second.

“I uhm…”

Rody let out another nervous chuckle. Vince let go of rodys face and put his hands on either side of rody. Rody turned red as Vince stared at his lips.

“Your lip is split…! Doesn’t that hurt?!”

Vince asked standing back up and grabbing rodys face again but more out of concern this time.

“No?! Now let go of my face!! Your hurting me!!”

Rody snapped, he sighed as he adjusted A little.

“…again…”

he mumbled under his breath.

“Excuse…me?…”

Vince said tilting Rodys head up more. Vincent quickly put one his knees on Rodys couch and the other in between Rodys legs, cornering him. Rody put his knees up and put his hands on Vince’s arm.

“LET GO!!”

Rody yelled

“Putain, qu'est-ce que tu m'as dit ?!”[What the fuck did you say to me?!]

Vince said squishing his face more and adding more weight cornering rody more.

“LÂCHE-MOI!!”[LET ME GO!!]

Rody said as he kneed Vince in the face. Vince quickly got up covering his face in pain, he stood there for a few minutes just covering his face and groaning from the pain as rody breathed heavily. Rodys chest moved up and down as he breathed.

“... tu as cassé... mon putain de nez... TU PETIT-”[...you broke...my fucking nose...YOU LITTLE-]

Vince Said lunging at rody.

“espèce d'idiot!!”[You idiot!!]

Vince said pinning rody down as his nose bled non stop. Rody looked up at him terrified as his arms were stuck under Vince’s hands. Vince paused for a second looking around at the scene, he turned red.

“putain d'idiot...”[Fucking idiot…]

Vince mumbled as he covered his face again. He layed back for a second. Rody breathed heavily again as he sat up wondering what to do next. Rody quickly got up and headed for the door. Vince groaned.

“Don’t bother… I locked it… you’re not fast either way so I’d catch you.”

He said sitting up rolling his eyes. Rody stared at him for a second then looked around in a panic before grabbing a knife. Vince’s face expression changed to surprise, he put his hand under his face to catch the blood. Vince looked at the knife then rodys eyes.

“You don’t have the heart to..~”

Vince said chuckling at rody. Tears began to form in Rody’s tired dark brown eyes.

“go- … go fuck yourself charbonneau!!”

Rody snapped looking down trying to hide his face. Vince stood up and slowly but carefully walked behind rody, he grabbed his arms lowering the knife then hugged him.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you…~”

Vince whispered as he rested his head on rodys neck covering his neck in blood, a dark chuckle rumbled in Vincent’s throat. Rody moved his head away from Vincent, the blood felt weird on his neck. It wasn’t warm but it wasn’t cold… 

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I’m jealous. I’m so fucking jealous.

Timothy, or rather Masky wrote down in his diary. It was always hard to tell which one wrote it. Both were possessive over the same person. Masky was Obssesed with both Hoody and Brian, While Timothy was the same but was more obsessed and possessive over Brian. Neither knew Hoody and Brian were the same person, as it always seemed to be lost in their memory and rather ignored. No matter how obsessed they were with the other.

Masky looked up from his old beaten up notebook, looking around the small old abandoned and moldy cabin. It wasn’t a very… good place of living but it had done He and Hoody well for…

seven years is it now? Seven years that I’ve been in the same damn house as Hoody and yet he still hasn’t figured out my Obsession with his Dumbass and that guy named Brian Thomas..? How pathetic, Hoody… even Brian noticed the first two months…

Masky thought to himself again as he rested his chin on his palm, he still sat with his knees nearly to his chest and his notebook in front of him in his lap. He sighed as he slowly closed his eyes, not intending to fall asleep but still doing so since he was quite exhausted.

soon enough Masky’s eyes flickered back open when he heard the cabin door slam shut and heavy footsteps walking into a different room, ignoring his presence. Masky caught a small glimpse of the persons pant leg and shoes, he stared at the spot he spotted some of the person for a few minutes before getting up again. His orange leather jacket slightly rustled on his chubby figure. Once he stood up properly, he walked over to the next room. He peaked the top half of his body in slightly, scanning the Room to try and find the familiar figure. His eyes landed on a figure at the old wooden kitchen counter.

Masky paused before taking a few small steps into the room, he continued to stare at the back of the persons head which was covered by a slightly dirty yellow hood. He looked down at the counter, noticing a beer bottle in a black gloved hand that had a grip on it that showed The other was fuming.

Oh Hoody… you never learn your lesson…

Maskys eyes softened at the thought, he slightly shook his head before walking over to Hoody. He stood behind the taller and much more fit man and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, then resting his Chin on Hoody’s shoulder as best as he could since there was a height different. he only earned a grunt from Hoody though.

What a waste of my charisma…

Masky stayed still for a little bit until Hoody finally lifted his mask a bit and took a long drink of his beer. When Hoody finally moved, Masky did too. He buried his face in Hoody’s neck, putting the cold black painted lips of his porcelain mask against Hoody’s warm skin. Even though Masky couldn’t really feel it, the thought sent shivers up his spine. He added more pressure on Hoody’s neck, finally earning a fed up groan from him.

”enough, what the fuck are you even doing?!”

Hoody yelled as he pulled his mask back down, muffling his voice and the voice from his voice changer that was stitched to the inside of his mask somewhere. Masky had never been able to find where in Hoody’s spare masks but god did it interest the hell out of him.

”just… holding you, you’ve been gone for a while Hoody. Where and who. I won’t ask again.”

“……..what…?”

”you heard me! Where. And. Who. Where the fuck were you, and who the fuck were you with!?!?”

Masky put one of his hands around Hoody’s throat, forcing him back into him and making Hoody’s head tilt back as he gasped for air. Not from Masky strangling him but instead from shock and anger at suddenly being mistreated. Masky used his other hand to lifted Hoody’s mask enough to bury his own masked face in the warmth of Hoody’s neck.

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Again and Again and Again and Again. Do it again, do it again, do it again….

”My god… is this really how much you dislike my game… that you’ll throw yourself from this platform over and over again to be rid of it…?”

The Narrator questioned as he stared up at Stanley who was bloody and slightly cut up due to his falls. The narrator was sitting on his knees slightly leaned forward and crying, he took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes trying to rid of the tears.

”you are literally willing to kill yourself to keep me from being happy…? Am I reading the situation correctly…?”

The narrator winced and scooted back as he watched Stanley’s body hit the floor once again, the narrators chest was rising up and falling down quickly as he breathed fast, almost panting. he reached his hand forward to Stanley’s body as he slowly stood up. He watched as Stanley got up and started making his way back to the stairs to once again climb up and fall off.

”or… maybe your just getting a kick out of it… I don’t know any more… I just wanted us to get along but I guess that was to much to ask, huh..?”

The narrator watched Stanley climb the stairs once more, he slowly stood up and held his arm as he looked up at the platform where Stanley stood. He took a deep breath before speaking once more.

”Stanley…. I don’t want you to get hurt, believe it or not…!”

The narrator spoke as he quickly ascended the stairs after him making Stanley freeze. Once he was behind Stanley he wrapped his arms around Stanley’s waist and dragged him away from the edge until the narrators back hit the wall. He put his forehead on the top of Stanley’s head and let out a shaky breath.

”no more of this mess, Stanley…. No more… you do this over and over again, enough!!”

Stanley exhaled heavily as he tilted his head back to look up at the narrator. He closed his eyes as the narrator held him a little tighter against himself.

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Masky sighed heavily as he sat on the leather couch next to Hoody and watched the others open their presents.

Hoody had a small orange velvet box in his leather gloved hands as he sat there, slightly tilting to the side a little when Masky sat down. A small red radio was next to them on the table, it was playing Christmas songs and the occasional song that slenderman thought was Christmas themed but was far from it.

”….hey Hood’s.”

Masky spoke up softly as he put his hand on Hoody’s arm which was slightly hidden by his legs which were pulled close to Hoody’s own chest.

Hoody looked down at Masky’s hand before looking at Masky. He tilted his head to the side, enough for it to be resting on his knees. The action seemed to make Masky smile under his porcelain mask, weither it was a smirk or just a gentle smile could only really be known by Hoody.

”beautiful as ever, eh?”

Masky said with a snicker as he reached over to the table and grabbed his lighter and a box of cigarettes. But as soon as he heard a grunt from Hoody and saw hoody hold his hand out Masky sighed. Hoody had a strict rule… ‘No Smoking around me or the young ones in the slender mansion.’ He had hoped that Hoody would give him a break, it is Christmas after all… but, it seemed hoody’s rule still played on Christmas… would it play on his birthday too..? He halfway hoped not.

instead of giving the box to hoody, Masky pocketed it once more. Hoody’s hand went away and went back to holding the velvet box. He watched the others open presents for a few more minutes before letting out a grunt as he stood up. He held the box in one hand as he left the mansion and went to his and Maskys cabin, not to far… Masky quickly noticed and made the excuse to leave, saying he forgot something. He then quickly left the mansion, following Hoody’s muddy foot prints.

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Soon, Masky had gotten back to the Cabin. It was old and abandoned, with some rusty pipes hidden in the basement or some specks or pools of blood here and there. He grabbed the a keychain from his pocket and quickly picked the key to the cabin. He went to unlock the cabin’s front door before noticing it was slightly pushed open.

yes, Hoody was sometimes clumsy but it wasn’t that often. Usually Hoody was only a little clumsy when stressed, but that would only be with dropping things or losing things. But this amount of clumsiness? It was a bit odd. Masky hesitantly pushed the door open and stepped into the cabin’s mudroom. [if you don’t know what this is, it’s basically just a place you can take off your shoes and stuff so mud won’t get on the wood and carpet.] he slipped off his boots and hung his Orange leather jacket on the rack.

”Hood’s..?”

Masky spoke up, he stepped into the living room and almost immediately caught the sound of soft fabric rustling from the bedroom. He sighed in relief and walked over to the bedroom, gently pushing the door open to peak inside. He wanted to make sure he didn’t accidentally wake Hoody if Hoody was sleeping. But of course the old cabin had other plans, making sure the door creaked loudly and yet barley opened enough for Masky to be able to peak inside. Masky sighed at the in-convent existence of this specific door.

Though it was helpful for certain situations and times that didn’t involve any sort of eldritch horror being, it wasn’t helpful right now. Masky made a mental note to either replace the door and its hinges or oil the hinges. Masky pushed his face into the small crack in the door, taking a small peak inside. His eyes softened when he saw hoody sitting up and staring at the door with that little velvet box in his hand still.

”Hoody… your still carrying that little box. Who’s it for?”

Masky questioned as he finally walked into the room, he sat down on his side of the bed as he waited for a response. Hoody looked back down at the box, his still gloved thumb ran over the soft fabric of the box he sighed before opening it, taking something out, and grabbing masky’s hand. He gently put the small and light item in maskys hand before going back to the box, picking something else up, pushing his mask up enough to where it would show his mouth, nose, and ears but nothing more.

Masky curiously watched hoody for a little bit before looking down at the item in his hands. It was an earring similar to their bestfriend necklaces. Just like their necklaces, Masky had the sword design and Hoody had the shield.

”oh hoody… ya damn Sappy bastard…”

Masky chuckled. he took off his porcelain mask and placed it on his nightstand before quickly putting the earring in. He waited patiently for hoody to put his own half of the matching earrings in, of course hoody fumbled around with it a few times though.

once Hoody finally got it in correctly, Masky was already in pajamas which was really just his boxers and a old T-shirt of his. Masky quickly crawled into bed and laid down right next to Hoody.

”I love it, Hoody. Thank you…”

Hoody nodded and looked at Masky as if admiring him. Eventually he moved his hands, tucking his thumb under 3 of his fingers then resting the tip of his thumb on his pinky finger slightly to make the ASL sign for ‘M’. He then made a ‘C’ shape with his hand as well. One of the many ways to “Merry Christmas” in ASL.

Masky smiled lovingly at Hoody. He shifted around to get comfortable before pulling the blankets over them and big spooning Hoody as he buried his face in Hoody’s neck.

”Merry Christmas, Hood….”

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Horangi’s POV

We arrived at Klagenfurt Austria around 2:47 am, almost on the dot if it wasn’t for König getting hit in the head with my dumbass luggage. I never was one to pack heavy, even my barrack was bare the whole time I was serving in Kortac so it’s not like he would get too injured from it. We stepped into the air port after getting off the tunnel that lead in and out of the plane. I looked around, immediately spotting a lot of people of many ethnicity's, mainly German, French, Austrian, and British people. It was an interesting place, nothing like how airports look like in Korea though those are rare and not really a thing.

I sighed, earning some attention from König who still had his normal face mask on. He placed a hand on my shoulder and I looked over at him, he was staring at me as if checking on me like he often did back in Kortac whenever I zoned out, became nonverbal, or got hurt in battle. I gave him a small nod of reassurance.

He gave me a small understanding nod back that also seemed to say “I’m here if you need to talk. I understand if you become overwhelmed.”. I looked around once more before looking down at my shirt after getting blinded by the sun. There were my sunglasses, I quickly grabbed them and put them on before looking around once more. The airport was somewhat similar to an American airline, something I’ve seen only a few pictures of from teammates from Kortac. The thought made me think about just how many different ethnicity's we had when me and The mountain of man but still a dumbass colonel served.

“그럼 우리 어디로 갈까? [So… where do we go?]”

König looked over at me, taking a second to translate my Korean to English or German, I could never tell which one he translated it too in his head and I was to awkward to ask. So much for being nicknamed Horangi…

“Mein Vater wird uns abholen. Mach dir keine Sorgen. Lass uns einfach unser Gepäck holen und losfahren, ja? [My father will pick us up. Do not worry. Let's just grab our luggage and head out, yeah?]”

Königs Tone was gentle. I gave a nod back and grabbed his hand, not wanting to get lost or get taken, even if this wasn’t my place of birth and he had promised me it was safer, I wasn’t to sure and I also just felt safer holding his hand. 

we soon find our luggage and go outside to find König’s fathers car, its still dark out but the lights in the pick up area help somewhat. As I inspect the lights I find many different creatures in them: moths, flys, mosquitoes, spiders, not much else but I’m sure if cobwebs counted as creatures, i would’ve called this place a zoo if them.

König puts a hand on my shoulder, when I look over at him he’s a little leaned forward and his eyes aren’t fully gentle but they’re not worried or angry either. He stares at me until I look away, he stands back up tall though his head is still tilted low. Both he and I tower over many of the other people there waiting for ubers, family, friends, whoever else.

soon, he sees his fathers car, he picks up his and I’s luggage once more and grabs my hand, though he was really only getting me to grab onto his ring and pinky finger. I follow him to the car and we put our stuff in the trunk before sitting down in the back with König.

König’s POV

I quickly buckle up, trying not to crush Horangi as best as I can. But of course, only so much can be done when The one I call ‘Little Tiger’ sits directly next to me. My forehead still hurts a little from getting punched in the face by Horangi’s luggage earlier. I look in the rear view mirror upfront where my father is sitting.

”Hallo…” I greet him.

”Hallo, glücklich, zu Hause zu sein? Dein Freund hat nicht viel eingepackt...[Hello, happy to be home? Your friend didn't pack much...]” His tone almost worried as he Glances at Horangi from the mirror. I know Horangi knows some German, I taught him and he taught me some Korean. I wonder if he’s eavesdropping or not…

”Ich weiß, ich auch nicht. Ich habe viel Geld gespart und habe hier schon eine schöne Wohnung für mich und ihn gekauft, wir gehen morgen einkaufen. [I know, I don't either. I have saved a lot of money and have already bought a nice apartment here for me and him, we are going shopping tomorrow]” I sigh before grabbing a piece of paper from my pocket and handing it to my father. The address of the apartment building is on it and a 50€. My father reads it over a few times before he starts driving away from the air port. I’m glad we’re leaving sooner than later, even back home I am anxious and anxiety filled which is also why I kept my mask on.

I’m sure that when me and Horangi finally get home, get settled, go shopping, and get laundry detergent he will take my mask to clean it. It doesn’t really bother me anymore but back at Kortac I would put a paper bag or a Traffic cone over my head but now that we’re gonna have a small apartment to ourselves there will be no need for such, as long as the windows are covered…

I find myself fidgeting with my hands from my excitement of living with horangi, that wasn’t really a thing back at base and I hated it deeply. Sure he’d come over to borrow things or have some Soju or Almdudler some nights whenever we found some or didn’t have a upcoming mission, sometimes if he fell asleep I’d take him to my barrack to rest as well but we never really lived together.

maybe I can find some almdudler here when we go shopping, I know horangi heavily prefers that or soju though he says he enjoys soju more. He’s always acted like he likes the stuff from Korea more than the stuff I’ve introduced him too, it’s funny because he’s a criminal there and people want his head on a stick as some sort of blöd[stupid] trophy. Ever since I’ve gotten to know horangi I’ve promised him I’d never let anyone harm him, not even him himself. Definitely not himself.

i hesitantly glance at horangi, looking away from where I zoned out, staring at my father. Horangi still seems to be on edge like he was in the military and Korea, always looking around like he’s expecting to be shot or hurt in some way or some form. It makes me a little sad to see him acting like so, so I decide to out one of my hands in his hand. He seems fo immediately calm down after getting a bit spooked for the unexpected touch.

“mmm... Entschuldigung, ich wollte dich nicht erschrecken, meine kleine Münze..” [Mmm... Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, my little coin..]

I apologize, I’ve always felt horrible for scaring him. It makes me feel like I’m some sort of bully to him, I’ve never wanted to seem that way to horangi so I’m careful with my words and I move slow around him. At base, the other soldiers like makarov, hutch, nikto, valeria, and even graves noticed I was much slower around Horangi then I am around them. Not caring if I scared them but feeling like a total dumbass when I scare horangi.

i look over at my father again as my thumb rubs over horangi’s knuckles. My father is glancing at me and horangi through the mirror upfront. Probably curious to why I am not sitting in the middle with horangi on one of the other sides like I usually would because I didn’t care much about the people I knew in the past. I blink and glance back at horangi, I feel like my eyes are in the shape of hearts at this point but I do not mind because horangi deserves to see that I love him.

“Wer ist dieser ‘Freund’ von dir hier, mein Sohn?”[Who is this 'friend' of yours here, my son?]

my father teases, I sigh. I’m not happy to take my eyes off mein kleine münze but I decide to glance up at my father through the mirror, his dark brown eyes are the only thing I can really see in the reflection. I glance horangi’s direction but I don’t directly look at him, instead of pretending to look out the window as I adore him through my peripheral vision.

”mmm… Ich nenne ihn meistens Tiger, aber nennen Sie ihn bitte einfach Horangi ... ja?” [Mmm... I usually call him tiger, but please just call him Horangi ... yes?]

i respond, looking at the mirror again. My father narrows his eyes, maybe he’s catching on that horangi is not my friend but instead my partner… his next response only confirms so.

”besitzergreifend, du hast Spitznamen, du sitzt am Fenster und nicht in der Mitte, als hättest du Angst vor einem Unfall. Du beschützt ihn...” he takes a breath, “er muss ein ganz besonderer ‘Freund’ sein...”[Possessive, you have nicknames, you sit at the window and not in the middle, as if you were afraid of an accident. You protect him...” “he must be a very special 'friend'...”]

I nodded, I looked back down at horangi then at his hands. He’s still wearing the gloves I gave him when he joined that have little heating pads in them, I got them for him when he was confused why my gloves were warm and admitted he had never heard of such a thing, not even heating pads…

I have a tighter grasp on his hand but it’s still loving, gentle, and loose. I bring his hand on der my mask and look at him in the eyes as I silently kiss his knuckles, eventually closing my eyes as I focus on showing love to his calloused skin. Oh how the war ruined our hands…

”König… Nein-!”

I pause as I hear Horangi’s voice, he seems embarrassed. Embarrassed enough to tell me ‘no’ in German, I chuckle and continue to kiss his knuckles like a prince would to a princess, the only difference is we’re both princes. He starts laughing as the fabric of my mask brushes on his calloused skin. 

Horangi’s POV

 The fabric of König’s mask brushes past my skin, it makes me laugh. It oddly enough feels like silk on the inside. though König has said it’s just a normal old t-shirt with some orange paint on it, I’ve always doubted that. I’ve always thought he made the mask from a silk bedsheet, which I’ve expressed to König before but he has always just stared at me confused. 

“...worüber lachst du...?” [….What are you laughing at…?]

I hear him speak up, I just chuckle and shrug before responding.

”마스크 안쪽이 침대 시트처럼 느껴진다고 어떻게 말하는지 아시나요?” [you know how I say the inside of your mask feels like a bedsheet?]

I watch as he nods, right as I open my mouth to speak his father speaks up. I look in the rear view mirror, I can only see his eyes… odd.

“Dafür gibt es einen Grund, Horangi. Bevor er zum Militär kam, konnte er nähen und nähte oft Sachen aus seinen alten Bettlaken. Diese Maske ist ein T-Shirt, das aus einem alten Bettlaken hergestellt wurde, das er als Teenager hatte.” [There's a reason for that, Horangi. Before he came to the military, he could sew and often sewed things from his old sheets. This mask is a T-shirt made from an old bed sheet he had as a teenager.]

My eyes widen, so I wasn’t wrong! But he wasn’t either… I look back at König after accidentally making eye contact with the man in the driver seat. I chuckle and put my hand under his mask once more, giving him chin scratches. I swear I can see his pupils turn into hearts.. it’s quiet for a little while, just the car engine and other drivers honking at dumbasses on the road. Nothing special.

I remember that at Kortac whenever we had off days or had a mission at a place with a lot of cars we would either race them or just honk at each other. There were some fun times at Kortac, but only so many since it’s the military… usually I participated in those fun times but before we left for our retirement from the military, I had gotten sick the last time we had a free day.

The day after I fully recovered from the sickness {which was far from a flu and a cold but the medics couldn’t figure it out}, Fender, König, and Roze all told me they were just training and something funny happened but Hutch told me they played cards and König lost. I felt bad when Hutch told me that, if it wasn’t for whatever sickness I got I would’ve helped König win since me and him usually team up together. The only moments my past gambling addiction somewhat helped and I was sick. Unbelievable…

I still feel some guilt about it, even though it was weeks ago… which just shows that Kortac is mainly seriousness and business almost 24/7. It wasn’t bad to be honest, just a little boring. But the Missions always made up for it, I guess. Unless someone got hurt, then not so much.

König’s POV

As Horangi gave me chin scratches, I could feel myself melting in his hand. It was funny to see him so surprised by what my parent had revealed. after years of denying I made my mask from a bedsheet and never telling him what it was made from; it had been revealed that he technically wasn’t wrong.

usually with other team members, Horangi would’ve been absolutely pissed for them lying. Even if he wasn’t even in the right rank to boss them around, he was intimidating enough to take my own rank. Roze would do 100 pushups if Horangi told her too, anyone in Kortac or Konnie would’ve. It was endearing to me, seeing someone shorter than me and only at the rank of a soldier boss someone around that was a rank or many ranks higher. Weither they were short, strong, tall, weak, or the average person. But he never bossed me around, well, not as much as he did with Konnie and Kortac.

I’m pretty sure even Makarov is scared of him, which is saying something… I catch a small smile crawling its way onto Horangi’s scarred face. I wish I could kill the people who put those scars on his handsome face, but he told me not to worry about it and not to go looking for them. Saying he ‘already took care of them’.

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Thomas sighed as he walked through the door to his bedroom in the basement, it had been a busy day. He looked up from the ground as he took off his apron. He immediately noticed a wooden box on his bed, it wasn’t small but it wasn’t big either. He sat down on his bed and gently picked up the box, he hesitated opening it since it didn’t really have a name on it for him to know who it was from. But with the horrid craftsman ship. He could guess it was from Chess. He looked around, looking for Chess.

When Thomas couldn’t find him, he grunted and seemed to say something incoherent under his breath. He looked back down at the box and hesitantly flipped the small lid off of it with his thumbs. The box looked quite small in his hands, and the small Pink crocheted Rabbit in the box looked even smaller. Weither that was because it was put in weird so its head, legs, arms, and ears were basically folded in on themselves or because it was actually a very small doll.

Thomas looked down at the box again, looking for anything else. A small piece of decomposing paper that was folded, sat on the bottom of the small wooden box. He reached in and gently grabbed the paper, just like the box and doll; it looked tiny in his hands. As if it was really just a simple speck of dust that meant nothing, but he knew that with knowing someone like chess that wasn’t a thing. Everything meant something in that skin-Pedestrians eyes, even something he couldn’t use himself and had no purpose for him.

he gently unfolded the small note, black gooey ink stained the paper permanently. Only a few lines were on it, but it seemed that chess had given them thought. Little specks of ink of where it would’ve start other letters were around the start of the sentence he chose for the note. And of course, the note was in cursive and Russian. This would take Thomas a while…

“Ты Сука. Но ты также мой друг и тот, кто ставит еду на мою тарелку.“ [You're a Bitch. But you are also my friend and the one who puts food on my plate.]

”-Chess.”

Thomas grumbled at the translation, not happy to be called a bitch in Russian but also somewhat happy and prideful at Chess calling him a friend and saying he kind of lives off of him. Or rather the victims he cuts up and puts in a bucket that chess steals from after the meats been sitting in some disgusting smelling liquid that never got emptied out of the bucket for a few minutes.

Thomas felt somewhat proud yet disgusted at the thought and memory of chess putting his face in the bucket and grabbing meat out of it then eating it under his butchering table. Though Thomas was a cannibal himself, something about how chess did it disgusted him. But at least they no longer had scraps that they would throw out for the birds, which would then crowd the damn cabin until migration season.

Thomas slightly gagged at all the memories of Chess doing that. It didn’t matter if the damn meat was molding, chess would still eat it. He remembers the sounds of chess tearing the meat apart, piece by piece. chewing it, gnawing at it, and how his stupid shark tail would wag as if he did something Good. How the stupidly long tail would wag around so much that it hit the wall in front of his work bench and left a dent. It was disgusting to Thomas.

Thomas rushed out of his bedroom to the bathroom closest to him and threw up in the toilet, coughing afterwards. This always happened when he thought of how chess ate, how chess acted like he did something right. It was so far from such a word, it couldn’t even be described with the words Thomas knew and heard before. Which was a small list but yet he doubted any word would fit how wrong it was. 

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“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

Don Screamed at slenderman, The two had been having another argument just like every night. Both were absolutely pissed at each other this time, Refusing to take Each others simple ‘Sorry’’s and move on like normal people. Don Walked around the room as he Yelled on and on about Something slenderman had done that Don insisted was Stupid and Maniacal, even for another eldritch being.

it was something about Don’s scars that always Hurt and pissed off slenderman. The known fact that he caused them.. their fans knew.. His fans he called the ‘Creepypasta fans’ and Don’s fans that were just pure psychopaths or people who thought he was hot. Their fans knew he hated Don’s scars, they knew he hated how Don hid them, how Don had tried to scrap them away every chance he had gotten before his death.

“ALL IT EVER IS, SLENDERMAN, IT’S YOU MAKING PROBLEMS FOR ME. THAT’S ALL IT EVER IS, THATS ALL IT EVER WILL BE!!”

Don shouted again, punching the grand piano that sat in the mansion. The piano hurt him more then he hurt it, but he still got a little dent in it. Slenderman immediately teleported to Don and picked him up, holding him as if he were going to kill him again like all those years ago. His tendrils wrapped tightly around Don’s neck.

”You will not! Punch my furniture!! I wish I didn’t bring you back from the dead! Your Death was just as pathetic as you! All you were AND are is a lousy killer that made a whole damn cemetery of victims! You had NO home besides that old rusty warehouse!”

Slenderman screeched in Don’s face, the tendrils tightening even more. He continued to screech at Don, tell him his wrongs and neglecting his own wrongs. It wasn’t till a few minutes later he realized that for once, Don wasn’t fighting back… slenderman slowly closed his unhinged jaw, his skin tightening back together once more as if he hadn’t just unhinged his jaw as if it was broken. 

Slenderman stared at Don’s limp body that was held up by his tendrils, guilt ran through his body as he put his hands on the sides of Don’s chubby stomach. His tendrils released Don, now letting him be held in the Sorrowful grasp of Slenderman’s Tendrils.

”Damnit, Don… Why don’t you listen..? It’s be a lot easier if you did, and I wouldn’t do… this…”

Slenderman Sighed as he carried Don back to civilization, he eventually came by a cemetery and opened the gate before walking into the large field of graves and corpses. It was an old abandoned cemetery, vines and roots grew over the white wooden gate that was now heavily worn down and showed its love from mother Gaia. Slenderman held him close, unsure of what to do.

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Loose lips might sink ships but loose gooses take trips To San Francisco, double dutch disco.

Valeria sighed as she took off her tactical vest and gold chain necklace. she put the items on the kitchen counter before leaning over the counter, sighing and running her hands through her hair before they finally rested over her eyes. She thought back on the fight her and her partner Regan had a few mornings ago. She felt guilty for the things she said to them, Regan had just wanted Cuddles since it was her one day off of work and hadn’t known Valeria was so on edge. She regretted going on that long mission and leaving Regan alone while she was hurt and already mentally unstable.

Tech TV hottie

Valeria stood there for a few minutes before sighing and standing back up, putting her hands against the counter. She looked over at the living room, where the tv was playing and Regan was laying down. Valeria walked over and grabbed an another blanket from under the living room table, she faced Regan and put the blanket over her and the other two blankets that laid on top of Regan. Valeria then sat down in front of Regan’s stomach and tangled her hand in Regan’s dark black hair which was slightly greasy from Regan not bathing for days on end.

”Mi hermoso amor…” [My beautiful love]

Valeria softly spoke, gaining Regan’s attention. Regan’s eyes fluttered open, her pale lashes relaxing against her dark tan skin. 

“Can you promise me something?”

Valerias voice was now shaky as she leaned forward and pushed Regan’s long hair away from her face.

do it for Scotty Do it for the living and do it for the dead
Do it for the monsters under your bed Do it for the teenagers and do it for your mom
Broken hearts hurt but they make us strong 

“Can you promise me you won’t try what you did again..?”

Valeria softly spoke as she moved the hand that was tangled in Regan’s hair to the side of Regan’s stomach. Regan slowly nodded after seemingly thinking for a minute or two.

And We won't stop until somebody calls the cops
And even then we'll start again and just pretend that
Nothing ever happened                                     We won't stop until somebody calls the cops
And even then we'll start again and just pretend that
Nothing ever happened

Valeria gave Regan a small melancholy filled smile, she rubbed Regan’s stomach with her thumb, making sure to be gentle and not irritate the small deep wounds there.after a little while, Valeria heard a knock at the door. 

“This is the Toledo Police and Paramedics.”

Valeria felt a lump start developing in her throat as she looked over at the front door. She gently patted Regan’s hip before getting up and quickly making her way to the door. She checked the peephole of the door first before actually opening the door, just to make sure it wasn’t some weirdo trying to get in.

We're just dancing, we're just hugging
Singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
On the sleeve of how it used to be
How's it gonna be?
I'll drop kick Russell Stover, move into the starting over house
And know Matt Rouse and jest are watching me achieve my dreams

the paramedics quickly rushed in and went straight to the living room, crowding Regan. Regan made a small noise as if saying she was now to overwhelmed.

one of the paramedics checked the rope burn on Regan’s neck while the others checked the burns and cuts on Regan’s body. 

And we'll pray, all damn day, every day
That all this shit our president has got us in will go away
While we strive to figure out a way we can survive
These trying times without losing our minds

After a few minutes, Regan was in a stretcher in the back of an ambulance with two of the paramedics checking her vitals and another two driving the ambulance. Valeria was in the back with Regan, staring at her and Regan’s intertwined hands and focusing on how Regan was squeezing her hand as tight as possible, it was an odd sight and feeling. Regan had never once initiated hand holding.

So if you wanna burn yourself, remember that I love you
And if you wanna cut yourself, remember that I love you
And if you wanna kill yourself, remember that I love you
Call me up before your dead, we can make some plans instead
Send me an IM, I'll be your friend…

As the hours passed, Valeria was finally able to go into Regan’s hospital room. As soon as she could she ran into the room, barely listening to the rest of what the nurse and doctor had to say. She stood at Regan’s side, peppering his hand in kisses which earned a loving ‘hmm’ from Regan.

”princess kisses..?”

Regan questioned, a small smile on her face as she watched Valeria catch her breath to answer her.

“Sí, sí…Besos de princesa, los tienes todos.” [Yes, yes... Princess kisses, you have them all.]

Valeria smiled as she then quickly continued showering Regan’s hands with princess kisses. She pulled away once more, putting the other hand that wasn’t holding up Regan’s hands and put on Regan’s shoulder. 

“I wasn’t lying when I said I’d show you affection anywhere, My Amada” [Dear]

Valeria chuckled as soon as she heard Regan chuckle. She let out a tired hum before resting her head in Regan’s hand. Regan gently pulled her hand away and ran her hand through Valeria’s messy hair, fixing it.

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"Darkness isn't something to be afraid of."

that’s what my Mum always taught and said to wee ol’ hallion me. So when I Woke up one night after Simon, or ghost, and I had married and found him not in bed beside me I was of course worried. It wasn’t like Simon to just get up during the night and not somehow wake me. Maybe he was getting some scran, but he still would’ve Waken me just by standing up. Simon was always Far from a eejit and very Sleekit.

I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed, I grumbled as I rubbed my sore eyes. I slowly stood up, stumbling a bit but quickly regaining my balance, I looked around the dark room, it was of course like always; Redd up. Simon made sure of that, he hated a dirty room. I walked over to the bedroom door, noticing it was cracked open. I stepped out into the hallway, looking at the door that led to me and Simon’s newborn daughter’s room, which was also ajar. then at the bathroom door to the side, then at the stair case. 

Simon was standing there, an anxious look on his face as he held our daughter. Maisie, our daughter, was fussing. Most likely hungry, my eyes looked back up at Ghosts face. Ghost was just staring into the void of the downstairs part of the house, was he scared of the damn dark? I belly laughed at the thought, which caught Simon and Maisies attention very quickly. Simon had a Crabbit yet scunnered expression, Maisie just babbled and grabbed and ghosts dark grey hoodie. Trying to get the attention back on her and her want for her Scran. I walked over, clearing my throat and pretending like I didn’t just laugh at Simon’s situation.

”what seems to be the problem, Bonnie?”

I ask.

”…Maisie's hungry..”

Simon responded as his hands brushed the small ginger hairs on Maisies head. I had a feeling that wasn’t the true reason, why would ghost not be downstairs making her a bottle yet if it was? He always insisted on doing so, why was this time around so different?

”oh? Go feed her, the formula-“

simon cut me off, a even more Crabbit and scunnered expression on his face.

“Fine..!! …I’m scared of the dark..!”

My eyes widen in shock and realization, before I have to hold in a laugh. Simon was being vulnerable for once, I shouldn’t be laughing!

”you- your scared, of- of the dark!? Bonnie!-“

I spat out through my laugh which I failed to contain. Simon’s cheeks are red and he looks completely scunnered now. It’s just the thought of Simon, a lieutenant (and a feared one) is scared of the goddamn dark! I didn’t think it was possible!

after I calm down I put my arm around Simon’s shoulder and help him down the stairs. His steps are hesitant and like a scared cat; Cautious. Once we make our way down the stairs I lead him to the kitchen after checking to make sure the door is still locked.

As Simon makes Maisie a bottle in the kitchen, which he turned the light on to do, we joke and talk about the fact that he is still scared of the dark.

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Eyeblack was stationed on a relatively tall building, he was laying down with his sniper [Locus] pointed at one end of the building he was monitoring. Occasionally he would look over to the other part of the building, or other buildings doors. Making sure no enemies were around.

as he was looking around again, he heard his neck walkie-Talkie crackle to life. A familiar voice that had once more opened a private line with him spoke up happily and obviously having something to say.

”Aye! Wassup my Assassin? How you doin’?”

it was Gaz, or course it was. Gaz always opened a private line with him whenever Eyeblack was working with the 141 in anyway, even if it was just Him and Eyeblack. 

“Hello, Sargent.”

Eyeblack responded, he looked back at his sniper and looked through the scope while looking for Gaz. Eventually finding him staring at him through the window of another building not to far away. Gaz waved at him with a loving smile.

“you found me! It’s like playing where’s Waldo, yeah?”

”enough of your Jokes. They’re stupid…”

Gaz gasps with dramatic and fake shock and puts a dramatic hand on his chest.

”I thought you loved my jokes! Have you been lying to me?? I thought you loved me-“

“Don’t. Finish. That. Sentence.”

”awww…”

Gaz pouts, eyeblack only narrows his eyes as he watches him through his scope. A few seconds pass before Gaz looks around as if checking Farah and Alex aren’t around. He then grins and speaks again.

“Hey, Eyeblack!”

“yeah?”

“What's your name? Or can I call you "mine"?”

Eyeblack’s eyes narrowed even more, but he still couldn’t help but feel the blood rush to his face. He slightly lowered his head and sighed.

”Captainnn!~”

Gaz cooed, he crossed his arms as he stared at Eyeblacks figure laying down on the building. He smirked at Eyeblacks silence, thinking eyeblack was already getting fed up.

”Captain, what’s a smart attractive man like me doing without your number?”

Gaz asked, his lines were cheesy but somewhat… good. Well, for someone who couldn’t flirt well at least. Gaz was about to say another pick up line but was interrupted by Eyeblack threatening him.

”Sargent, I could shoot you in the knee or arm. Are you sure you want to keep going with these stupid lines?! You are distracting me from doing my job in this mission!!”

Eyeblack yelled into his Radio, obviously being fed up. Gaz stayed silent, as if thinking. He puts his left hand on his hips and leans a bit to the left. Eyeblack stays silent as he watches Gaz through his scope again, it doesn’t take very long until gas puts the radio back up to his ear and clicks his tongue. Smirking again.

”I’d have something to remember you by if you shot me.”

Eyeblack started cussing in Arabic towards Gaz, practically throwing a tantrum. He even hits his fist again the concrete of the rooftop. Gaz only laughs, being loud enough to catch Farah and Alex’s attention who are a building away.

Farah looks over at Alex as she raises a brow, the two can hear loud laughter that sounds like it’s coming from Gaz. Alex just raises a brow back before taking the radio that was clipped to his tactical vest. He looks down at it and clicks a button or two so he can communicate with everyone in the team.

”What’s so funny, Gaz-?”

Alex is interrupted by Eyeblack still shouting in Arabic, his eyes widen and his lips tighten into a straight thin line. A  look of realization and uncertainty of what to do next appears on his face. he looks over at Farah again, silently asking what to do. Farah has a look of shock as she hears Eyeblack cussing and yelling in Arabic at Gaz. She un-Clips her own radio and pushes a button before bringing it up to her mouth and speaking.

”Gaz. Eyeblack. What happened? What is wrong?”

Eyeblack eventually calms down after Farah asks a few times before eventually saying it was a command for Eyeblack to Calm Down and answer her properly.

”Gaz was flirting with me. Using stupid pick up lines even after I threatened him!”

Eyeblack blurted out, grumbling under his breath as he refused to look through his Scope at Gaz again.

”ah…”

Farah nods in realization. While she knew Eyeblack somewhat responded to the pickup lines well outwardly, he was scared of getting killed due to it being a crime to like the same Sex where he was born. She looks at Alex again, Alex gets the hint and speaks up, trying to hold in a laugh.

”Gaz, Gaz.. stop it. He doesn’t like it and we’re on an important mission to stop Makarov. Stop it. That is an order, Sargent.”

Gaz sighs, but he decides to stop and listen to Alex.

”Eyeblack, go back to watching the doors for any enemies.”

Farah commands next, eyeblack grumbles in understanding and goes back to watching over the small abandoned town where they were informed the unit Konnie was going to seek shelter.

Soon, Konnie had indeed showed up. Eyeblack had already taken shots at a few, only proving he earned the title ‘MarksMan’ with his perfect headshots. Alex had gone to another building to help out Eyeblack to make sure no enemies were missed.

“Do you have eyes on Makarov at all, Eyeblack?”

Alex speaks into his radio as he shoots once more.

”Yeah, I got eyes on Mak-“

Eyeblacks neck walkie-talkie suddenly cut out and went silent as if it had been broken. Only static is coming from his line.

”Eyeblack? Eyeblack?!”

Alex calls Eyeblacks name, suddenly a gunshot rings out in the night air from Eyeblacks building. Everything seems to go silent before shaky breathing comes from Gaz’s line. It seems that Gaz is holding back tears, it’s understandable. Gaz was Eyeblacks best friend, even going so far to joke that they were boyfriends at this point. Farah immediately starts to rush downstairs to go to Alex, get him, then go to Gaz so they can leave immediately and send a recover team to get Eyeblacks body as long as it’s not taken by Konnie.

“Neither of you move from your buildings! Just find a hiding spot in the building and don’t come out until I radio either of you saying it is safe!”

Farah commands as she runs down the stairs, using her weapons when needed against enemies but trying to make sure she doesn’t gather attention from the whole Enemy unit. Both Gaz and Alex respond saying they understand.

Farah ends up finding Gaz first, hiding in a cabinet of the bathroom on the fourth floor of the building. Farah grabs his hand and starts rushing to find Alex as she orders a Evac team to pick them up and works to getting the estimated arrival time.

Gaz continues to try and hold in his tears, but his eyebrows are knit together and he’s biting his lower lip as occasional tears make their way down his cheeks. He feels like a lump is in his throat and it’s making it hard for him to even breathe. Farah forces them to stop walking when she hears another gun shot ring out in the direction of Alex’s building this time. She can hear Alex’s Radio line turn into static just like Eyeblacks did. They stand there for a bit, trying to process the situation.

Eventually they make it back to the Mexican special forces base. They get provided with some therapy from one of the nurses, a report is put in, and a Recovery team is scheduled a few days later. Gaz and Farah were able to join the Recovery Mission as well.

Farah steps off the plane, Gaz and many other nurses and soldiers following behind her. Two of the soldiers are holding body bags, they’re heads low. Farah heads in the direction of Alex’s building and Gaz heads to Eyeblack’s.

Gaz eventually makes it to the top of the building, he’s now staring at the metal door as his hand rests on the door knob. He hesitantly looks behind him at the soldier and nurse standing behind him, a comforting expression on their faces. Price is there too, his arms crossed and a sorrowful but comforting expression stained his tired face. He refuses to look Gaz in the eyes, not wanting to cry himself. 

Price just gives a small nod and Gaz returns a nod back before looking back at door and putting pressure on the knob. The door feels heavier than it should’ve, but Gaz still pushes it open. He looks over at the corner of the rooftop where he had seen Eyeblack during the mission.  Surprisingly, Eyeblacks body is still laying there. The sniper still somewhat aimed but not well anymore, Eyeblack is limp and bloody. His body already having started decomposing.

Gaz feels like puking, just by the sight. It was just the heat and flies helping the process so it smelt horrid. Mother Nature barely had anything to do with The decomposition. He walks over to Eyeblacks body and unzips his tactical vest and jacket, the silver of Eyeblacks dog tags clink against the cold concrete.

It feels bitter sweet to price and Gaz, Eyeblack always hated silver. Saying it had a smell to it that smelt of blood just like pennys did, he always refused to wear his dog tags but here they were. Right on a chain around Eyeblacks neck, sitting like a treasure left for pirates. The only difference was it wasn’t good treasure. It was treasure that told of death and loss.

Gaz reached out and grabbed the dog tags, the cold silver resting in his gloved hand. He gently pulled and the old chain they were hung on snapped, he pulled away and looked over at price. He held the dog tags up with a melancholy filled smile, Price only gave a small tight lipped nod. They looked over at the building Farah was in, Seeing her on the buildings rooftop holding up Alex’s Dog Tag’s.

Chapter Text

Roman was standing in front of Graves, looking down at him as Graves issued orders right to his face. Graves wasn’t being nice about it, graves was pissed off and yelling at Roman.

”What do you not understand, Rome?! What. Do. You. Not. Understand!? You are gonna need someone to go with you on that stupid mission you were set up on!! You ain’t going solo and I’m too busy to go!”

Roman Stayed quiet like he always did, just staring down at Graves. Roman shook his head no and crossed his arms, graves stared at him in disbelief for a split second before yelling again.

”I ain’t askin’, Rome! You aren’t going alone! You’re going to fuckin’ Dallas!!! Do you know how dangerous Dallas is?! I understand your built like the damn hulk but goddamnit!! You ain’t immortal!! Bullets and knifes can still penetrate your body!!”

Graves continued to yell and flail his arms around like a child having a tantrum. at this point it was just him telling Rome stories about horror stories from Dallas Texas and rambling on about how Rome needed to not be selfish. Graves stopped yelling again Rome when he heard the door open though, caught off guard since it was supposed to be locked. He looked behind him at the door, Velikan was standing there with a broken and empty pen. He stared at Rome and Graves confused.

Velikan pointed to the door of his office, silently telling them to get out. Graves grumbled as he left and Rome followed behind him silently. After a few hours graves demanded Velikan go with Rome, the same Velikan that did not know a single piece of information about this other soldier or whatever rank Rome was. But since he could tell Graves wasn’t asking and was not in a good mood he made no protest and just nodded.

soon enough Rome and Velikan were getting geared up before they left. Also packing their thing’s since they would be stationed there for a while, Graves said it would only be 3 or 4 days but knowing graves and how things could possibly go wrong the two packed enough clothes for at least a month.

As the two walked down the Hallway of the barracks and to the helicopter waiting for them, They stayed silent yet vigilant of each other. Velikan had noticed Rome was not one for someone getting into his person space so Velikan was slightly testing him. Wanting to know how far he could get until punished or warned in anyway shape or form by Rome.

he got far enough to slightly, awkwardly, hold Romes hand. Velikan was holding Romes middle, pointer, and ring fingers. Romes thumb and pinky fingers on either side of his own fist, they were holding onto velikans fist from the sides. Having added enough pressure into velikans fist to where Velikan couldn’t easily pull away from him, or at all…

They got a few odd stares from the other soldiers, sargents, lieutenants, etc that worked and slept at shadow company but they didn’t seem to care. Velikan was to interested with messing with Roman’s gloved hands to care or really see the stares and Rome was just to tired to deal with the others shit. Having to wake up much earlier then he would’ve normally been told to wake up, and be was far from happy about it.

a female Medic walked over to them, making them both stop in the middle of the hallway. Rome tried to get them a little more to the side but Velikan wouldn’t move due to his fixed attention.

”Эй! Слышал, что у тебя сегодня была миссия, вот здесь! Ты выглядишь уставшим!” [hey! I heard you had a mission today! Here, you look tired!]

the Medic stumbled around her words a bit, catching Velikans attention finally she held out a large Stanley filled to the brim with coffee and a small bag. Rome took the bag and gave her a thankful nod, tugging his hand harshly from Velikans own right as Velikan was about to try and hold Romes pinky finger. Rome glared at Velikan and shook his hand as if Velikan was a Germ. Velikan only glared back, well, tried. Roman looked away to quickly and it was a awkward glare from Velikan.

The medic joined them on their walk to the helicopter, talking her head off to Rome. It wasn’t friendly talking though, she was being flirty. It pissed Velikan off to no end, but why? Velikan barely knew Rome, all he knew was his call sign, he was a tall motherfucker, and he was strong. Why was he getting possessive? Velikan shook his head, trying to rid the thoughts from his brain.

as they got to the helicopter, Rome and the medic paused and continued talking. Well, the medic did. Rome only nodded or shook his head, occasionally it seemed his eyes darted around as if inspecting every aspect of her face. Velikan meanwhile was in the helicopter, putting his bag away and in a area where it wouldn’t fall or run around like a damn cat while they flew to the destination of the mission. Velikan looked out one of the windows when he heard a giggle. The medic was giggling and Rome was standing closer to her, holding her chin up enough to probably hurt her neck just to look at him in the eyes.

“Big bastard…”

Velikan grumbled under his breath, He stomped out of the helicopter and over to the two. He smacked Romes wrist, making Rome pull away from the girl and the girl pull away in shock. He grabbed romes wrist and dragged him into the helicopter, but he still didn’t miss Rome doing the “call me” sign to the medic and how the medics face turned redder then her lipstick. Velikan practically threw Rome into his seat and slammed the helicopter door closed.

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Price woke up with a start, practically bolting up on the leather rocking chair in the common room. He looked around as he called out, his voice more than just yelling. More than just screaming. His tone was worried and broken, as if he had just saw something that traumatized every part of him.

”Skulk?! Where the bloody fuck- Skulk!!!!????”

Price grumbled as he got up, slower than what he would’ve appreciated but that’s what happens when you have a bad knee. He held onto the side of the rocking chair he had been sitting in just to keep himself stable.

”oh god, oh god-!!”

price’s other hand went up to his face, rubbing his eyes to rid of the sleepiness. It was cold, midnight, and the room was slightly foggy. One of his soldiers must’ve had a window open and fell asleep with it open or something. He didn’t mind, usually. But it felt different and out of place to him this time. He took a step towards Gaz’s room when Soap, Roach, Ghost, and Gaz ran out of their rooms and over to him. Gaz and Soap forced him to sit back down in his chair, they’re hands heavy on prices chest as they kept him sitting.

”Damnit, Cap!!”

Roach shouted, he grabbed a first aid kit that was on the table in front of the chair. He pushed soap out of the way and bit and pushed the left leg of prices pants up a bit, a large amount of gauze and bandages was wrapped around his calf and ankle, bleeding. Roach quickly worked to replace to gauze and bandages with fresh ones as Gaz and soap continued to hold price down. Ghost stood a few feet away behind the three but stayed in prices sight.

“Where the bloody hell is skulk!!?”

price demanded, trying to kick Roach away and pry Gaz and soap’s hands off him. Gaz looked back at him in anger and added more pressure to keep him sitting. Price’s chest was going up and down quickly, a look of pure unexplainable anger on his face.

”goddamnit, answer me, Sargent!! I swear to the gods I’ll hit ya-!”

Price grabbed Gaz’s wrist and held it in a hard grip, searching the sargents eyes for an answer.

”Damnit-“

Gaz yelled in shock and pain, Roach soon yelped as well after price kicked him in the bollocks. Soap was looking back at Roach in worry, hoping the younger Sargent was alright.

”Skulk is dead!!”

Gaz yelled, shoving price further into the rocking chair. His words made Price pause in shock and disbelief, pain  flooded his mind instead of his leg. The adrenaline slowly wearing off as tears began to fill prices eyes.

”no- skulk ain’t fuckin’ dead! He’s a good soldier! Nice and strong- built like a rhino! He ain’t-“

Price ranted back. But Gaz just shook his head. Ghost continued watching, Soap continued holding price down and watching Roach, and Roach was laying on his back and breathing heavy from getting kicked in the bollocks.

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Horangi tapped his pen against the restaurant table. He was bored, why wouldn’t he be? Everyone in the unit was on leave, including himself. All because Sheppard and König had an argument when Sheppard came to look at the base for safety reasons and to see if anything needed to be restocked.

a large glass of German beer, Pilsner, was sitting in front of Horangi but a little to the side. It had been refilled multiple times and it seemed either König, hutch, rose, or the waitress was gonna cut him off soon. Try and get him to sober up. Horangi just ignored the slightly angry stares from Hutch and Roze, instead just keeping his head down as he tapped his pen against the table. Grumbled in Korean slipped from his mouth occasionally, but otherwise, Horangi wasn’t being his usually bossy and angry self when he was drunk.

Whenever Horangi was drunk, he became overly confident and yet somehow his resplendent but messy appearance made it make sense.

König didn’t sit to far away, he was in his own cushioned booth with Roze and Hutch standing at the end of it while at glaring at Horangi. Even König himself was shooting daggers at Horangi, he understood why Horangi got drunk tonight. He was overworked and overwhelmed, and definitely wasn’t happy to be somewhere so far from base. But it didn’t make Horangi’s mood or future actions if he became aggressive or violent excusable.

but even in König’s eyes, Horangi looked Divine. Maybe it was the German Wine, Riesling, fucking with his brain. Horangi had always been majestic in his eyes but it was something about Horangi downing Pilsner mug after mug that seemed to make him more attractive. Maybe it was how Horangi’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he chugged, or maybe it was how Horangi began to sweat and how his compression shirt would seem to become tighter due to it. König honestly didn’t know anymore. But right now he hoped it was just the Riesling getting to his head.

“Damn Fucker is drunk.”

Hutch grumbled. Roze nodded her head in response with furrowed brows just like König and Hutch.

”he’s gonna get cut off one way or another. We might as well go do it before the waitress does it and Horangi tried to start a fight.”

Roze turned to Horangi’s booth and took a step forward, but König grabbed her arm and yanked her back.

”König, he’s gonna start a fight and we’re gonna get kicked out! We might as well st-“

König cut Roze off in a heartbeat.

”Er ist... glücklich. Lass ihn vorerst in Ruhe. Ich kümmere mich darum, wenn es außer Kontrolle gerät...” [He's... happy. Leave him alone for now. I'll take care of it when it gets out of control...]

Roze stared at him, a little shocked but still quite irritated.

”why are you standing up for him?”

She demanded, jabbing a finger into könig’s chest. It barley dented his chest and god did it hurt her nail and finger, Right.. König was pretty much just pure muscle with a bit of fat in his abdomen, giving him an almost dad bod like body.

König paused, letting go of Roze and clenching his hands into fists. He refused to look Roze right in eyes.

”…I don’t know.. I’m not sure…”

König looked back over at Horangi, his eyes softening at Horangi’s smirk.

”…but he’s glücklich, So, it’s fine..” [Happy]

Roze sighed heavily and punched the bridge of her nose. She mumbled something about Horangi being a disappointment under her breath as she stormed out of the pub, Hutch following close behind.

König watched them leave before turning his attention back to Horangi. 

“Mein lächelnder kleiner Tiger...” [my smiling little tiger…]

König sighed breathlessly, he crossed his arms and just watched. He watched Horangi play with the small blue pen, how he acted like the pen was a dagger. Gently swinging the pen around between his two fingers. Horangi was an odd drink to say the least. Maybe that’s why Horangi was a dogshit gambler, because he was always drunk of soju when he played.

König always felt oddly.. alive. When he watched Horangi when he was drunk. How Horangi became a kid almost. How Horangi became more playful and less stern and unwilling to talk or cuddle, even hug. When Horangi was drunk, König got to hold and praise him. He never did anything else until Horangi sobered up but every time without fail, when Horangi was sober enough to be conscious of what was happening; he pushed König away and yelled or hit him. Unhappy that König, in Horangi’s words and mind, made Horangi become; vulnerable and soft, exposed even.

König never understood, he had only ever held and praise Horangi for how hard he worked, sometimes even calling him pretty or a nickname that had tiger in it. A small nod to the meaning of Horangi’s Callsign. And while sometimes he teased Horangi, it was always in a loving way and he made sure Horangi knew that when he was drunk.

Eventualky König dragged Horangi out of the pub, Hutch and Roze probably already back at the hotel and in their own rooms. König made he and Horangi pause in the middle of a bridge, he tightened his grip on Horangi’s hand as Horangi stared at the water below.

”no jumping.”

König gently reminded, but though his tone was gentle it still held a stern firmness. Horangi grumbled but nodded, he leaned in closer to König, splaying his hands across König’s big muscular chest as he buried his face in the colonels chest. It slightly caught König off guard, making his eyes widen. His face became red under his mask and balaclava. He felt his heart beating almost faster then the waves, how the air became slightly colder and tense for just a few moments before König’s forced himself to calm down.

Horangi had always insisted he wasn’t gay, especially when he sobered up enough to realize König’s was holding him or praising him. Not caring if it was for Horangi’s own safety or not. He made homophobic comments sometimes just to get König away from him so he could hide his flushed cheeks. How the red and pink blush faded into his slightly tan skin. Horangi struggled to believe he was anything but straight, no matter who tried to talk to him and say it was okay to be gay or bi.

There were so many terms Horangi didn’t understand. What the hell did bisexual mean? What did pansexual mean? What about androsexual or polysexual? None of it was words he heard before and he hated it. He knew what gay meant so he could guess the other terms meant something similar. Horangi refused to understand any of it, to try to understand it or listen to his teammates say it was okay. How he grew up showed him it wasn’t okay, it was illegal and he’d be punished for such a thing. 

But for now, while Horangi was drunk out of his mind, König just held him close. He protected Horangi as much as he could. Even picking the shorter man up during their walk just so he could hold him a little closer. He whispered praises to Horangi, not caring who passed by and or heard. He didn’t care about anyone else besides Horangi. He just wanted Horangi to know he cared and gave a fuck about him, more than the rest of the team did combined.

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I stalked through the the snow, Gaz on my left and Price as well as Styx on my right. Styx was looking around, one arm put up to stop the snow from ruining his vision too much. Price had to keep helping him clean his goggles and Styx could tell Price was already pissed off enough from the cold. He didn’t exactly want to be yelled at by someone he considered his closest friend on the team, and I honestly couldn’t blame him. It was the exact reason Soap wasn’t allowed to come with us this time.

Styx’s winter gear slightly jingled on his body; a sign it was coming loose. Me and Gaz stopped, about to offer assistance to Styx since the Greek man’s brain was still a little slow due to the headshot he had survived a few days ago. But when we turned to look at Styx, I saw that price was glaring daggers at the man and Styx was trying his best to retighten his gear though he shouldn’t have been.

”…Captain… calm down, Styx has been through a lot already. Me or Simon will gladly help him-“

”shut it Garrison!”

Price shouted at Gaz, Gaz just stared at him. I could tell Gaz was holding himself back was smacking Price over the head for 1. yelling at him for no reason, And 2. For getting mad at Styx who was already suffering enough. 

after a while we paused to take a break in a small snow covered cave which luckily had a somewhat dry inside.  Gaz and I were checking and replacing bandages on Styx’s head wound, not wanting him to get an infection and make the wound worse. Styx looked half dead at this point, just staring up at Gaz as the British man wrapped the new bandages around his head and helped him out his balaclava back on. I sighed as I watched Gaz try his bed, I chose stayed there for a bit to supervise. You could never be to careful, Well, In my eyes at least.

I looked over at price once realizing he wasn’t over here with us and checking up on Styx, apologizing for glaring at him and making him fearful. But the other British man was just leaning against the wall of the cave and smoking a cigar whilst glaring at us. I quietly got up and walked over to him, I was about to put my hand on Prices arm when I saw the glare Price was giving to me. So I refrained and put my hand back to my side. My voice low enough to almost be a whisper but just not quite there.

”Price. I think goodbyes are gonna be coming sooner than later… well, for Styx at least…”

I glanced behind my shoulder at Gaz and Styx. I knew for a fact Styx wasn’t gonna make it much longer, I think Gaz and price knew it too.

”we should stay here, give him comfort in his last moments. I know you have regret and guilt from Delta and not being there when one of your teammates died alone, let’s not add onto it, ya?”

I offered, but an underline of insistence came from me as well. Price only responded with a glare and what seemed to be a snarl at me. Maybe Price knew but was denying it, not wanting to look the truth in the eyes.

”Goodbyes aren’t comin’ anytime soon, Simon. Don’t… don’t say that shit. Not about Styx, he’s a good, healthy, strong, man. He’ll make it to the next medical tent we come by.”

I was about to respond, my brows furrowing at prices words but as Price clenched his fists and crushed his cigar, I decided it wasn’t work it and walked back over to Styx. I kneeled down next to Styx as Gaz sat in front of the Greek man, rubbing Styx’s sides in an attempt to comfort him. I raised a brow at Gaz’s actions.

”He like that?”

“mhm.. Little spot Price told me about once, one that makes him stop for a bit and just…”

Gaz hesitated to continue his words, so I finished them for him.

”be human?”

Gaz gulped but nodded.

”…be human. Like a regular civilian, makes me wonder if it’s how he used to be before he joined the military and got kicked around by general…”

I nodded in understanding, it was hard to say about a colleague. It felt wrong, to difficult to say. as I listened to Gaz’s words and Styx’s low whimpers my mind slightly wandered; God, Shepherd. That man was like Satan reincarnated in my eyes, Maybe in Gaz’s and Prices too. I watched Gaz’s hands move on the heavy fabric covering Styx’s beaten sides.

”he like a cat? Likes sitting on laps or no?”

Gaz paused and thought back for a second before nodding.

”I’ve seen him sitting on Prices lap when he’s been a brat before. He was calm… well, as calm as you can be when your in your captains office which has a ton of knife and pistols in it…”

Gaz chuckled awkwardly at the thought. I just nodded and scooted a little closer, I lifted Styx gently as I carefully maneuvered Styx into my lap. Right in my thighs, it felt weird but if it was gonna give Styx the slightest comfort than I’d allow it. Gaz just gave me a sad smile. It stayed quiet for a bit, peaceful for now, even with Prices essence of anger lingering on the other side of the small cave. 

Eventually I saw as Gaz grabbed Styx’s bag, opened it, Dug through a bit, winced at something poking him, and gave him his journal and pen.

”You up for drawing or writing, bud?”

I felt as Styx slowly tilted his head, kicking my resting head off the top of his own and making Gaz and me freak out for a second. Styx then slowly reached out for the notebook, giving Gaz and I a small breath of relief.

”Yeah? You wanna write..? Sketch..?”

Gaz said softly, he put the journal and pen in Styx hands. Only now did we realize how shaken the man was, it made us both feel a lump form in their throat. I looked away, not wanting to watch Styx be in so much pain that he was trembling.

”oh god…”

I heard Gaz whisper, I slowly nodded.

”it’s okay.. he’s gonna draw, maybe write.. it’ll be okay… it’s… it’s gonna be alright…”

I mumbled, my hands found their place at Styx’s sides where I gently but firmly applied pressure and kneaded. I knew Styx was muscular, but were his muscles supposed to be this… squishy? Mine, Soaps, Gaz’s, and even price who had a dad bod, were firmer. I knew it was Styx’s Muscles weakening and wanting to decompose. But I didn’t want to accept it.

After a few more hours we started getting ready to get up and get back on the road. I looked down at Styx who had been drawing this whole time; he had been drawing me holding him and Gaz… rubbing the inside of his thighs? I don’t recall Gaz doing that.. I pointed to the drawing where Gaz was holding Styx’s legs up and slightly apart while kneading at the soft muscle, the squish lines drawn into the paper. Styx just simply paused and but eventually turned the page to a clean one, he put the date and wrote:

”while napping, restless leg kicked in. Gaz squished.”

My heart broke at the broken English written on the paper, had the shot really fucked his brain up that badly? I knew it hit him but I didn’t think it would be this bad. I should’ve expected it I guess. I wrapped my arms around his middle and hugged him. I was careful, not wanting to hurt him. It all felt so odd, I was the Ghost of God’s sake! I was a muscular army man who was Stern and Rude, right..? So why and how was Styx managing to do this? To make me so… soft?

I sighed and patted his stomach.

”okay… well, we have to get back on the road, ‘m sorry mate..”

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Billy held the phone up to his ear as he stood outside the club near his car, he inspected the club bracelet on his wrist as he waited for Stu to pick up. Unsurprisingly it went to voicemail after a few rings.

”damnit Stu… the hell are you doing? Sucking d¡ck?”

Billy spat out. he looked around, still not being able to find Stu like always.

”oh my fucking goddddd!!”

Billy buried his hands into his hair, slightly pulling out of anger. His grip on his hair tight and unforgiving of Stu’s refusal to pick up. He held his breath for a second before slowly letting go, Not wanting to go back to old habits. He realized he had held the last letter a little longer than usual, slightly cringing at his reaction. While yes, Sidney wasn’t there to hear him, that didn’t mean maybe some other student that went to their high school wasn’t there and couldn’t or wouldn’t tell Sid or Tatum and or bully him about it.

Billy started feeling nauseas at the stressful thought, pushing the stress down and the nausea with it. He tried to call Stu again. After a few more tries, Stu finally picked up.

”damn, sorry man! Lost my damn phone, haha!”

stu laughed like a madman on the other line at his fake laughing, making Billy scowl on his end. The damn psychopath was something else and even Billy was started to not know how to deal with him. But, Stu was his boyfriend in private and bestfriend to the public eye. Billy really wanted to keep him around.

“Anyway! Where you at Billy-bills?”

billy cringed at the nickname harder than he had his own voice during puberty. Billy mumbled back a response.

”I don’t know where the fuck I’m at. It’s some stupid fucking club downtown near the block buster.”

billy mumbled, he immediately heard Stu responding without thinking.

“Can you hear me? Am I- are- we- breakin’ up?”

billy swore he heard that wrong for a second but he ignored it. More stress already filling his gut. He didn’t want to lose Stu but there was also nothing for Stu to dump him over so he should be fine. Right? God Billy hoped so… Billy’s voice became slightly more loving and playful.

”i dunno, I can’t hear, forgot my headphones, are you breakin’ up?”

stu’s response was purely just gibberish, probably Stu falling and being a klutz like usual. falling down the stairs by the sound of Stu’s body hitting the wood then Stu’s groan after a few seconds of silence after a much louder thud. Most likely Stu finally fitting the ground or the small landing at the stairs where they turned to go the opposite direction.

”get over here, let’s party and drink man! Maybe afterwards we can go to my house~?”

Billy gently and lovingly teased. God, he missed the goof already…

“I just wanna party!!!”

stu shouted into the phone, making Billy wince at the volume and pull back a bit. slowly, once sure Stu was no longer yelling, he put the phone back to his ear.

”then grab your jacket and get a ride here, drinks are on me tonight, and I’ll meet you outside, Babe.”

billy could hear Stu’s little ‘aweee’s’ at the pet name, he didn’t mind, hearing Stu being happy and childish was better than listening to Sidney, the girl didn’t even know he was bi and hated her guts. But she could tell Stu was gay and didn’t like Tatum at all? How Stu constantly stared at him and teased him? It always made Billy roll his eyes.

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Ok so, here’s what’s happening.

im taking a long break from writing for many reasons and what just happened is adding onto the reasons. Here are the reasons in question:

1. State testing coming up

2. lots of fucking assignments I don’t have the patience to deal with (aye! Another student writer!)

3.  My depression is back and more worse

4. constant physical health and mental health problems

5. Asthma attack!!! (Most recent, I’m scared. I got help but sweet Zeus’s children)

6. I genuinely feel like I’m gonna die from asthma and I’ve never felt that from any of my other disorders

I fear the ao3 curse has found me… please be patient, I’m down rn but I’ll try to get back on my feet as soon as I can.

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Никто was busy, his mind running what felt like how fast his fists were hitting the bag and how fast he was jumping on the balls of his feet. His bandages and scarred fists flying at the punching bag with something that seemed to carry more than anger, pain, trauma, pent up desire maybe? Or maybe it was just the adrenaline from the failed mission where they lost a few soldiers, nearly looking General shepherd and General Ribbon, the leader of kortac.

the punching bag swayed and bent at Никтo’s abuse. The chain creaked as if ready to break and fall, the rust not helping. Никто Kicked the bag finally, nearly breaking it b it the walk providing enough force to make sure it didn’t fall, yet.

Никтo Grunted as he punched, his slightly chubby but muscular stomach slightly shifting as he moved, his thighs jiggled and struggled against his black boxers, his white tank top struggling against his broad and muscular chest that Krueger always made comments about biting. Никтo Was tired of that dumbass too. Tired of these missions, tired of the poor food at the cafeteria, tired of how far they were from everything…

”Nikto! What are you doing? Punching bags? Training to beat the shit out of me again?”

A deep German voice came from the door as it slid open with a loud creak from how old it was and how poor the temporary base was. So old, so creaky, it never settled.

Nikto (I gave up on switching to my Russian keyboard every 5 words) looked over at him, pausing his training for now.

”…maybe we are.”

Nikto shrugged, he walked over to the door, walking behind it and peaking his head out at Krueger who didn’t have his mask on. Nikto’s eyes widened and his brows furrowed in disgust.

”oh for fucks same, Sebastian!! Why would you do another buzz-cut?! You look like a potato enough already without one! We have free will with our hair, did you forget?!”

Nikto hissed out, trying to figure out if he could fix this at all. He stared at the top of Sebastian’s head.

”Awh! You’re so mean, Nikto. Captain ordered it though, gotta listen! Plus-“

krueger bowed his head down and shook his head.

”no annoying hair getting in my face unlike yours! Now, let’s see how well you beat my ass! Your old muscles and joints are probably sore!”

Nikto sighed and shook his head in disappointment and disbelief.

”how are you not disowned..”

Minutes later Krueger was sitting ontop of Nikto who had his face buried in the not so soft cushioning that had been out in the training room for most likely decades at this point.

”give up yet?”

krueger taunted as he gently rubbed his length against Nikto’s inner thigh and held Nikto’s long black hair out of his face. Nikto only groaned in response and tried to open his legs more. The sweat from Krueger’s chest slowly dripping down onto Nikto’s back as he leaned over the Russian.

”y-… ha… you smell.. horrid.. when.. Душ..?” (shower)

Nikto sputtered out as he refused to let his eyes roll back from Krueger now rubbing against his lower back right where he was sensitive but calloused from so many injuries. Krueger paused in thought, grip slightly loosening on Nikto’s hair.

”uh.. last month I think.”

Krueger shrugged, Nikto gasped in disgust and disbelief as he squirmed around, trying to get Krueger off of him.

”disgusting!!”

Nikto screamed but quickly stopped and gasped when he felt Krueger start tugging his boxers down.

”feisty..”

krueger coo’d as he let the boxers pool at Nikto’s thighs. He looked around but only found sweat on the worn down mat. And well, they’re own juices of spit, pre, and really anything else they’re bodies released during.

”we uh.. we ain’t got nothing to help you really loosen up, schatz..”

”oh for fucks sake!! Slam it then!”

Nikto hissed out and pushed his hips up more and more harshly against Krueger. Nikto grunted in pain and clenched his teeth together as he felt Krueger do just that.

The stretch hurt, a lot, but Nikto tried to reason with himself though he was reluctant to more pain to his broken body that it would get better soon enough. Krueger loved him, even when he was mean or having a rough time with his disorder.

and he was right, it did get better soon enough.

Nikto gasped and panted as he felt Krueger pull out for what felt like the 50th time, letting his pre be used slightly as slick. It could do, right? 

Krueger rubbed Nikto’s back lovingly as he finally pushed back in. Disturbing the ring of pre that had conjured around Nikto’s rim from him pulling out and pushing back in so much. Some of the pre running down to Nikto’s own angry and damaged balls and length. The rest dripping down onto the mat.

”that good enough? Not as painful?”

Nikto only nodded and trembled. He adjusted a little, making Krueger accidentally brush against his most likely already bruised prostate.

Krueger leaned down, whispering in Nikto’s ear as he held the Russians hair back once more, though a thick strand had escaped already and rested in Nikto’s drool. Which Krueger laughed at, thinking it made Nikto look cute.

”I love you, mein schätzen..”

Nikto’s eyes slowly looked over at Krueger, all glossy and his pupils blown wide. He was to dumbed out already to say anything. Krueger only gave him a pat on the back.

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He really never thought you’d be happy to talk to someone like him, he was a war criminal after all. Wasn’t he? Then again, he’d heard you’d been wanting to talk to other war criminals as well. He wouldn’t be anything special, well, that’s what he thought at least.

maybe you mistook him as König? Everyone has done that before, even a Korean enemy from Kortac most likely on König’s team had accidentally rushed over to him thinking it was him. Both of them were stunned since he thought the Korean man was Nikto. Similiar voices.. masked… small world in his eyes.

but when you showed up to the correct base, chimera, and confusing his boss, he realized that maybe just maybe, you didn’t make a mistake and think you’d be talking to König. Maybe you liked him, it was a stupid hope, but maybe you liked a “short” guy, not some 6’10 giant. Maybe König would be jealous! Just maybe, you were someone who put research into him. But that means, you knew.

you knew what he did, knew he was a murderer and a war criminal. You knew he faked his identity for most of his military career. You knew, about his sins… you knew he turned his back on god for things Satan liked, how he turned his back on your beliefs..

he was fucked, wasn’t he? Young him messed up to bad.. your eyes made everything so much worse, so much fucking worse.. made him think of little versions of him running around with your stupidly pretty eyes. Made his own eyes ache, feel ugly and fowl like they were some rabid creature not even a zoo would want.

made him think about them being glazed over and or rolled back in your head while he made you all dumb on his cock.

And the chapstick or lipgloss you wore, he couldn’t tell the difference. But to him, it always had a weird texture on skin for either. Made it greasy and somewhat sticky, maybe he’d get covered in it by your intoxicating kisses while he pouts like he’s not a serial killer. Acting like some lost puppy instead. That’s if you don’t say he’s going to hell..

but that’s your decision, isn’t it? Even if he did, he could still keep you safe ever night when he’s not on a mission.. he could talk to the higher ups, though threats weren’t really talking and make them never send him on a mission linger than 15 hours, he wants to be there to make sure you get home safely once he figures out that stupid schedule of yours.

he can only imagine your cooking and since you smell like something fancy: he can only hope that maybe if you do end up together one way or another, you’ll make him something nice as well. Even if it kills him in the long or short run…

maybe, just maybe, he could be your god…

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Ok, so small update! Ao3 is the only place where full on smut will be posted. I won’t post smut anywhere else, even my tumblr. I will also do a small amount of reader x character but probably not as much as character x character.

and when it comes to requests, it will probably take a good long while until I get it done unless it really appeals to me, especially if it’s smut related and it might not be the best cause sometimes it makes me uncomfortable if to graphic. I also tend to censor things because that’s my choice, Please respect that. :)

(and of course, if you ask me to write anything illegal, I will not do it, big no-no! If I chose to do that myself, that’s on me, but don’t request it because I will not do it.)

have a good day <3

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This is pretty much just an update. I will still continue fanfics on this post but I will also be making something separate for kinktober (and maybe kinkmas..)

im still making my list for everything and do expect it to be short since I’ll be busy. I might still post on quotev as well.

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Icarus stared out the window of the old shop. Pottery and gems surrounding him on shelves made of clay and rock. "Icarus?" a voice calls out; Icarus's head perks up in recognition. "Yeah, Lex?" "Why's your satchel out?" Icarus went silent at that. Lex entered the room, the leather satchel in his charcoal covered hands. Concern etched on Lex's freckled face and sadness in his nearly black eyes. "Are you going somewhere?" Lex whispered the question, as if scared of the answer.

Icarus steps forward and takes the satchel, letting the leather hit the rough ground. "Well, maybe one day. I want to travel around Rome! Theres so much we haven't seen Lex!" Lex's brows furrowed, he looked the blond up and down as if he were insane Icarus only continued, unaware of his best friends worry for him. "C'mon Lex! We can get all sorts of things for the gods! We could find a silver ring with a thunder bolt for Zeus, maybe even step into the sea and find Poseidon's trident!" Lex only made a face at Icarus's words.

Icarus persisted, wanting his friend to travel with him. "We can visit different god's temples! Athena, Artemis, Apollo?! Even Ares!!" the thought felt ironic to even Icarus himself. Temples, they'd be crowded and Lexus hated crowded. "Icarus, that's dangerous... were 16, I don't recommend this! What if something bad happens? What if we run into

Hades? Or worse, his brothers!" "Stop being so paranoid, Lex. The gods live in Mount Olympus and you know that." "That doesn't mean they can't move around!!" the two argue for what feels like hours.

Eventually, Lex storms out of the shop. Icarus stands there, his toga a mess of charcoal and quickly clay, some of it in his hair or staining his skin. His pride refusing to let him feel guilt or regret for making Lex upset and Anxious. Even likely hurting the other boy's feelings with something he said during the argument. Icarus grabbed his satchel, which was covered in dirt, clay, and charcoal, likely even sand here and there in the crevasses of the bag from Lexus stomping his foot like a child. Icarus puts the bag on his shoulder and leaves the shop as well.

It doesn't take long for things to spiral for Lexus, especially not when his birthday is next week and that means the shop will be his instead of his fathers. Work piles on him immediately, hands dry from clay or covered in it. His hair is often greasy and messy, and even his toga is often covered in random material from around the shop. With every year, he's more of a mess and the shop grows bigger.

Meanwhile, Icarus is more put together anil happy. He travels around Rome, a bigger leather satchel as he grows older and older. His hair covered in dirt and sandy but still holding its curly state. He's often found by other travelers or guards and gets in a lot of trouble about every day for his banter with people and stubbornness. But he lives with the regret of not even saying bye to his best friend.

As the centuries pass, ancient Rome has rotted away. archeologists decide to explore the ancient place, eventually finding a necklace with a small arrow made of red clay with 'Lexus' written on the back. It has worn down but not broken unlike the one held in a museum. One that is of the sun and has "Icarus" written on the back, many of the rays broken, cracked or simply missing.

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"ugh!! Why can't I get this stupid bead?!"

König grunted. He picked up a sewing needle and put it through the string, the sharp end getting caught on the burnt part of the string that had been fraying earlier. He positioned the needle and tried to push it through the bead. No luck.

the needle fell, nearly landing on his boot and piercing it. He yelped.

"Scheiße!!"

He bent down and quickly picked up the needle, hitting his head on his desk while doing so. As he sat up he stared at the beads on his desk, the red string, and the bracelet its self. It laid there as if a taunt to his size.

he sat there for a few minutes before perking up when he heard heavy boots. Soon enough his bestfriend poked his head in. Sunglasses on, in a black compression shirt, those horribly

uncomfortable boots, and tactical camo pants. But no mask this time.

"König."

the Korean man said sternly.

"what's going on."

Horangi seemed to demand. The German Only looked down, embarrassed. 

"my hands are to big to get the bead on the string been at this for hours, Kim."

Horangi looked down at König's desk, he stared for a moment before walking over and grabbing the bracelet and bead.

"this is.. pathetic."

Horangi chuckled as he put the strings together then forced a few beads on. König watched with shock and awe.

"how did you-?!"

the German man screamed, Horangi wasn't much smaller than Him. Just two or maybe three or four inches. Horangi only smirked and stood closer to König.

"This is how, you giant."

Horangi forced the bead onto the string, just as König had been doing but it felt oddly more perfect with Horangi doing it. Horangi made sure to explain slowly and keep his movements slow as if teasing König. Horangi then tied the bracelet with a slip knot then put it around König's wrist.

"There you go! That all good?"

Horangi then left, leaving the colonel in his office alone and insanely hot at the same time.