#CAGE FIGHTER VI IS TOO FINE WHAT WERE THEY THINKING

[biggest-vi-defender]

they made vi way too fine for her own good.

[yellowsugarwords]

HI I LOVE YOU when you have the chance could you write about Gabe being the delta soldier guarding the cells instead of minnie but when he sees Clementine he switches sides without hesitation and helps them escape?💕💕

here you go :)

Clem was knocked out when she was dragged into Delta.

She put up a real fight.

Knocking her out with a rock was the only way to get her into her cell.

“Watch that one,” Lilly spat. “She’s out, but she’s a fighter.”

Gabe nodded.

He was new to Delta.

They saved him.

After Richmond crumbled, he was alone.

Lost.

Without his family, running for safety.

Lilly promised to keep him safe.

For a price.

And he agreed.

“I’ll keep watch,”

Lilly nodded.

And left without debate.

Game was trustworthy.

Gabe paced the hall.

It was tiny.

And didn’t take long.

But he was able get a general sweep of each room each time.

He couldn’t see anything in one of them.

It was her room.

The one they knocked out.

She’ll be a pain when she comes to.

Gabe just knew it.

He heard a groan.

He turned.

Spotting her door from the other end of the hall.

Here we go.

She’d start yelling.

Or breaking things.

Or screaming.

Instead, she groaned.

“Where’s AJ?”

That voice.

That name.

But that voice.

“He’s in here,” a voice said.

The girl sighed. “Good,”

He knew that voice.

He knew that voice.

He ran until he hit her door.

And he froze.

And he saw her.

Just as he hoped he would.

One day.

It came true.

“Clementine,”

“Gabe?”

Their voices were breathy.

Barely held together.

Falling apart.

“Who’s this?” Aasim asked.

Omar pressed his face to the door to see.

Clem gulped.

“An old friend.”

Gabe gave the ghost of a smile.

“Your ‘friend’ locked us up.” Aasim spat.

Violet and Louis, in AJ’s cell, crossed their arms.

Skeptical.

AJ beamed.

“You know someone here!” He breathed.

Full of awe.

Clem so loved his optimism.

It kept her going.

“That’s great!” AJ beamed. “He can get us out!”

“Wistful thinking,” Violet spat.

“Why can’t he?” Aasim asked.

“Because it’s literally his job not to.” Vi countered.

They knew how Minerva had been brainwashed.

They’d been told while Clem was out cold.

By the other guards.

As a threat.

A warning before Gabe came along.

They knew Delta didn’t back down easily.

Gabe turned to Clementine.

Their eyes locked.

A look of embarrassment.

Of knowing AJ’s wistful thinking was exactly that.

Wistful.

Gabe could swear if he looked deep enough, he could see something else.

Like hope.

Silent begging.

What had happened to them?

Why was he fighting against her?

His friend?

What was Delta doing?

Why has Gabe been so blind as to how cruel they were being?

Why did he only notice when it was someone he cared about?

“I’ll do it,” he said.

Clem was staring past him, to AJ.

To her friends.

Then stopped, snapping it to Gabe’s.

“What?”

“I’ll do it.” He repeated. Firmer.

As if he was trying to convince himself that it was okay.

“I’ll help you get out.”

Clementine couldn’t believe it.

Really, she didn’t believe it.

“What?” Violet scoffed.

“You’re kidding,” Louis added.

Gabe reached down and snapped open Clementine’s cage.

Her lips parted.

The door opened.

He wasn’t kidding.

AJ beamed as Gabe did the same for their door.

He knew it.

He knew there were still good people out there.

“Don’t leave yet,” Gabe said, making his way to Aasim and Omar’s cell.

“Why?” Violet groaned.

Gabe bit the inside of his cheek.

Maybe she would never like him.

“I’ll create a distraction once everyone is out,” he groaned.

With some work, the lock snapped open.

The door swung.

Aasim and Omar darted out.

“First, let me tell you how to get out of here.”

“What about you?” Clementine asked.

Horrified.

He couldn’t stay behind.

They would know.

They would kill him.

Gabe said nothing.

Just stared ahead.

Blankly.

“Go our the back door,” he said softly. “Turn right, then right again, and make it for the exit.”

“What about you?” Clementine asked again, stare cold.

Angry.

Terrified.

“Don’t worry about that.”

“I will, and I am.”

“We don’t have time for this,” Violet scoffed, nudging AJ.

“She’s right,” Gabe said.

Clem was horrified.

Stiff.

Louis touched her arm.

And began to tug.

“Gabe,”

“I’ll be fine.”

“But Gabe—“

He turned.

He already started the other way.

To make the distraction.

To leave.

To be surrendered.

They made it out.

Easily.

They had no idea what Gabe’s distraction was, but it worked.

Clementine hated that the most.

Not knowing.

“We can’t wait,” Louis said, touching her arm.

Clem knew he was right.

She just hated it.

Then, she heard crunching.

Coming closer.

Louis pushed Clementine behind him.

Grabbed his knife.

Out and ready.

It was too fast to be a walker.

It was something else.

“Get back,” Louis spat, nudging Clem away.

She tensed.

Numbly.

But didn’t react.

The figure was shorter.

And was fumbling.

But was definitely alive.

Clementine squinted.

And her breath hitched.

It was definitely Gabe.

She thrust past Louis without a word.

Darting for the teen.

The boy who had saved her years ago.

One of the few who still cared for her.

And wrapped him in her arms.

“Gabe,” she breathed.

She could hear him wheezing.

She could feel him flinched as she brushed his face.

As she felt his bruises.

His cuts.

How badly they’d beaten him.

She swallowed hard.

And held him close, but not tight.

“You’re okay now.”

Gabe held her close.

Tight.

And as hard as he could.

“I know,”

He had saved them for a reason.

For justice.

For humanity.

But also because Clementine had saved him years ago.

When she cared about him.

Reassured him.

Made him feel loved.

He was only returning the favour.

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songbird 8 and 13

AU: wherein xerxes and jaewon are loversplaying: darling — maretu ft. hatsune mikuLet’s connect our hands, joining placesIn a fantastical confusion.Disease in brain!Dangerously developing!Wait, are you even listening, darling?

he was one to just let everything happen—let his impulse take control and the chaos to guide him. and always, he had never regretted any decision of his. not even when he lost half of his left leg because he had wanted to save someone. yet, there had been one decision that he found himself wanting to change—

he would always regret having kissed jaewon that day.

no one—not even he or jaewon—expected themselves in this position really. after all, he was the passenger who seek for freedom and let himself be taken in by chaos—whilst jaewon was someone who’d rather control and have peace. two ends of the spectrum, beliefs that clashed, and the obvious disdain they had for each other. of course everyone wouldn’t think they’d end up like this. it was almost like a unanimous decision that he would eventually leave serenity or jaewon would eventually snap and kick him out.

but here they were, in a relationship. all because one time they ended up arguing because that was the mood he had been in and jaewon’s not that difficult to rely on—which led to him just going in to crash his lips against jaewon because it had oddly felt right at that moment and to shut him up.  then jaewon responded back, and afterward they found themselves in a treacherous cycle.

a routine that included a lot more heated arguments, more forceful pushing of beliefs—yet now mixed with moments where everything fell into a need to lock lips, to release frustrations by making romantic gestures more violent, and with hate that’s now intertwined with love. it’s madness, harmful, and yet that was how they worked.

it’s ruining them. this dangerous game they played. yet, like smoking cigarettes, it’s addictive and difficult to stop. and he hated it, hated it so damn much. because jaewon and him—no matter how much they loved each other, they would despise as much and their views in life were too deeply rooted in them that they could not relent it for the other.

at times, he did think about it—delude himself into thinking that it was fine. that it was a magical, fairy-tale like romance. perform a self-lobotomy, ruin his mind for he could not exit this despairing love of their’s. but that would go against his conviction and he never wanted to lose to jaewon. perhaps, jaewon would have loved hyunseung more than xerxes. for hyunseung would listen, and hyunseung would never fight back. hyunseung would be a follower when xerxes would never, and he never understood why jaewon couldn’t find someone like hyunseung than stick with him.

truthfully, he had brought forth the topic of ending this messed up whatever-it-was they had. but jaewon pretended not to listen, and he would just end up too frustrated by the lack of answers. despite that, he had a feeling he understood why. because he could easily end this by leaving serenity and just saying goodbye  to it all, but complicated emotions screwed over any healthy plans or the sort.

so, he’d allow himself one chain only. apologized to xorvea internally for letting such a thing to happen, but he would never let jaewon know. he’d deteriorate as he fought, but at least he waged a war. looking at jaewon, eyes lit with defiance and smirk so feral, he said “well then darling, i’d like to see you try.”

screw it, he never liked thinking too much about anything much anyways.

AU: xerxes and jaewon met each other during childhoodtw: slavery, death, warplaying: i am “end” — sakuzyo

i.he could recall the first time he met jaewon, a kid sitting inside a box and so much like a blank canvas that was just waiting to be painted on. but at that time, he had been a kid who lived in valluria and wanted to survive. so he snarled at the younger boy, trying to be as scary as he could be “what do you want? go away, go somewhere else!”

“i have nowhere, i have nothing.”

the response he got was different from other kids, but there’s something about this boy’s gaze that screamed of potential. and he could not help but think it’d be such a waste of a chance to not take in the other. so he smirked once his decision was made.

“welcome to the club.”

ii.after that faithful meeting, it’s become a hobby to watch the boy—jaewon—grow. jaewon’s got a certain eye to things, adapting to this cruel world of their’s with more finesse than others. he would see their ragtag group becoming much more organized, and much more ready to survive as they gain more profit. they’re more like a gang of criminals now, and there’s no designated leaders—but he found himself thinking that jaewon would be a wondrous one.

it did not matter that he was older, because he had a feeling that each of them noticed the power in him. and he knew that jaewon would be that one person they’d listen to. even if he very much prefer the idea of freedom more so than being a follower—there’s an exception only meant for jaewon.

so they grew, and sometimes he wondered whether they could become something greater. this crew of street rats that formed because they had nowhere else or nothing to go back to. but the he remembered that the land they stood on was valluria, and valluria was cruel to it’s inhabitants.

iii.it happened so suddenly, the massacre of the closest thing he could call family. he wasn’t there when it happened, because he had decided to head out as he was simply in the mood to do so. they said to not go because it was dangerous, but in the end it had been their hideout that would be the worst place to be in. was it a stroke of good or bad luck, he wondered. for he’s free from death’s clutches but the rest was sacrificed. 

yet he left, because he could not stay in such a place longer. not only because their deaths would slowly ruin him, but also because the predators would always come back to it. 

and he was right, the murderers came back. what he didn’t know was that jaewon had been there just after he left and was whisked away by those vile beings.

iv.he cursed as he found himself caught by the slave traders. he was silenced by them gagging him, locking him down with chains and shackles. they’d think he’d be able to get them nice cash because they deemed his face pretty enough for at least an extra penny. but all he wanted to do was break his bonds and mutilate their faces. because he would not be chained down and be a blasted slave for anyone.

there was a blessing in disguise, though. as in that treacherous place, he spotted a familiar face as badly caged as him. and for a moment, he’s silent as his breath got caught in his throat and emotions ready to burst out of him. 

because that’s jaewon, and he’s alive. and jaewon’s as fierces as ever even if he could see a much too similar haunted look in the other eyes that he could see by looking at his reflection. the boy’s now the only one he got in his life, and that’s what gave him hope. and he knew these men that had them locked would suffer for jaewon was a riot and he was not any better.

maybe jaewon had seen him, maybe he had not, but he vowed that he’d get out of this gorram’ hellhole with jaewon.

v.for once, the pretty face is a blessing because they don’t touch it and try not to hurt him too badly. he took advantage of it, obviously, and would annoy and play with fire on a constant basis. the first and only time they had been read to brand a slave trade number on him, he created hell to the people in the same space as him.

and even as he was handed to a master who had a sleazy grin and dirty hands, he could tell that the guy was weak and that the body guards he had was crap. how the man still was alive in valluria, only god or whatever asshole up there knew.

so he ended the man’s life for them. pretended to be a pretty little thing for the span of when he was taken in by the man as a slave, and then until they got their own private space. he would have wanted to do worse, to make it painful, but he must head back to get jaewon first. and he had tried his best to ingrain the route in his mind, so that once he’d done he knew the way back.

it’s rather sad how he escaped easily, the ‘master’ was an idiot to have hired the worst bodyguards ever. at least, it was fortunate on his end as this made the escape more easy. although, returning to the sight of a damn spaceship having a war with the slaves was one that he did not expect. he was reckless, though, so he rushed into fray—for once, not getting into the fighting, snatching a weapon in between, and searching for jaewon frantically. he did spot him, shooting at people and he almost got shot too—had the other not stopped and saw his face. 

he grinned wildly, and for a brief moment the battle faded to behind the scenes. but just as he did, he steeled himself “i think we’re both in an agreement that we got to get the hell out of here.”

vi.they did get the hell out of there, thanks to the woman that had been leading the crew. when she had asked them about which side they were on, both of them didn’t hesitate to say the same answer. anything’s better than valluria, the land of war, where he got that horrid mark on him ( that he so desperately just wanted to scratch it out because it’s a brand of his freedom being taken away and that’s not something he ever wanted ), and the grave of people he cared so much about.

the lady isn’t so soft on him as she was with jaewon. but that’s probably because he was much more chaotic and wild. he was the fighter, the one who would rather be unbound and cause mayhem despite his peaceful and easy-going disposition when he wasn’t. out of valluria, he’s grown much more tranquil and the captain would have kicked him out if he didn’t. 

he wouldn’t let himself get kicked out, though. because the idea of not being around jaewon was terrifying. they were both survivors of their tragedy, and it felt better to know that there was someone around who understood him. so he calmed himself down, watch jaewon as he grow to become far better than if he stayed in valluria, and he listened to the rules of the captain almost obediently—but he’d only ever allow himself one leader and that position has been taken already.

he glanced at jaewon again, saw his ambitions rose and how the captain was leaving the knowledge for him to become the one to take her role once she decided to resign. that role was most definitely taken.

vii.joining the war wasn’t really something he had wanted to do. but the idea of losing jaewon, the only one he had from back then, was terrifying. so he signed up for it alongside jaewon, even if he knew this was not for him. he was never good with listening to orders from either side, and he would have preferred to be a neutral party more so than anything else. because even if the alliance seek to rule the verse with an iron fist, he had already decided to rebel no matter what. but not with others, not under the rule of another. it’s just how he was, he rather to be an individual than to fall into any group.

even so, he fought with all his might. not quite making the leaps jaewon had, for he was no leader, but a fighter that was known to be ruthless and the end of many others. jaewon would e the beginning, the one who commanded others and he would become the end, the one to unleash pandemonium and eliminate lives. jaewon’s capable of being the ‘end’, but he liked to think that he was better in that role at least. 

unfortunately, the war ended with their loss. there’s too many lives lost and sometimes he thought that his hands weren’t his skin but drenched in a phantom red. horrified faces would be etched into his mind, yet at the same time he could not be bothered. this was what they had all signed up for when they got into war, and he knew it could not be helped.

maybe he’s become too cold-hearted, but that could be blamed on how his life had been one of horrors after horrors. still, he followed jaewon as the man would trudge across the bloody lands of serenity valley. then soon came the vow that escaped from the other lips “i’ll never fall under the boot of the empire. never.”

and there’s so much more to the statement, a conviction to it that he could understand.  despite the corpses that surrounded them, how disgustingly red his boots were now ( or was he just imagining that like he did with his hands? ) he grinned “i know.”

because he wouldn’t have decided that jaewon would be the only man he followed if the guy had not been defiant and determined.

viii.“serenity. that’s the name of the ship now.” jaewon would tell him, and he understood. watching jaewon for nearly all his life had made it far too easy to read and the unspoken words were as loud as the screams of the war that still rang in his ears. 

“aye, captain.” he accepted the reason that was not voiced. this was their new beginning, and again, jaewon’s leading it.

and again, he will become ‘end’ to anyone who tried to disrupt what jaewon built up. because jaewon would bring the only peace and control that he could accept.