#THIS FANDOM WILL COLLAPSE THE MOMENT IT RELEASES AND IM NOT MAKING IT OUT ALIVE PEOPLE

[kitocrystal]

[mortuo-reads]

I have read this before. still very groovy amigo.

She's dying, you can feel it. The air from her lungs is weak and heavy, humid from the death lingering in her chest. Her skin is hot and cracking, and she does not rest. Every moment she moves, lumbering, wheezing, clinging to life, you feel her pain.

same.

It burns in your lungs with the pollution in the sky. It shakes your home with the earthquakes and sinkholes. The air is hot and heavy, the sun blistering against you and you feel her pain.

ah still as sexy as i recall. well not literally sexy but use of words comes out very pretty.

It is summer and the trees have no leaves. Your planet is dying, and you have nowhere to go. You will die with her. All of the others left you, leaving in their tin cans, up and away towards the great dark abyss. 

haha, tin cans. i know its about ships but theres a character in fallout called a tincan by the fandom and i think of him, rocketing through the air.

You stayed. Stayed on her eternal red desert, and hot orange mountains. The lakes long dried up, any water left polluted and dark. You didn't have much time before, anyways. You didn't need to run from what was coming. You were dying.

why was HE dying tho. not critique by the way im just curious. what happened to you bro? you good?

You were both dying, and you would die together.

You haul yourself off of the porch chair, and lumber forwards, off the porch. You step onto the blistering red sand, the grains sneaking into your shoe and grinding against your skin, but it doesn't bother you.

love how hes chillin on the porch with the mentioning of so much natural disaster its like that meme:

It's almost like a reminder. "Hello, hello!" It seems to say. "We're still alive, you're still here!" It feels like love. It feels like fear. You walk out among the dunes, forward, forward.

You trek towards the drying oasis, no need for maps or compasses when the steps have been burned into your mind eternally from pure habit. You walk, the sand still saying it's hellos. The sun kisses your skin, like a rough lover in the heat of passion. It burns, but you don't mind it.

smooch.

me: kissed by the sun passionately

me: sir....pleas e,,, ,have mercy....

You make it to the oasis, and sigh at what's left of the polluted water. Green and black angry clouds, filled to the brim with acid water, is on the horizon. You know it'll never make it here. The wind is picking up, and will carry the clouds away.

haha, local bastard gets only shitty water. haha. jk rip to him.

You crouch at the water, scooping it up with your hands and drinking it. The sour taste lingers on your tongue and yet somehow soothes the ache in your bones. You wonder if it's just the familiarity, or if the poisonous water is finally killing you. 

perhaps the latter.

You don't mind. You hear a groan in the distance and a loud boom. You look up, dirty water dripping from your lips as you watch yet another mountain collapse. You stand, watching as the shockwave lifts up the sand, causing yet another sandstorm. You turn. You walk away.

not leaving this chair no sir. is he here by choice? sir. i question your motives.

You barely feel the sand anymore. Just an occasional gentle "Hello, hello?" As if it wonders if you're still there. You trudge along, the wind beginning to lick and lap at your hair, tossing it into your face and covering your eyes. You don't want to put the effort into fixing it, you'll reach your destination eventually.

heehee bad hair day

Or you won't. Apathy fills you, from your tingling fingertips, to the cold and heavy pit in your chest. From your bleeding, chapped lips, to the dirty clothes you've worn since you knew you were going to die alone.

i kiss him, well not really he in my mind is kinda gross looking.

It's a warm summer day, the trees have no leaves. You fall to the ground as the sandstorm grows closer. You feel cold. You close your eyes, tension releasing as you sink into the warm sand like it's a warm mattress. 

noooooo dont kill yourself youre so sexy haha...

Your breath begins to stutter in your chest. You feel like coughing. Blood is rushing in your ears. Is this it? Are you dying? Your eyelids are heavy, despite being closed. You feel like you may never open them again. You are welcomed against her warm skin. You rest atop her, and sleep. 

sand tiddy matress. jkjk shes the planet. all in all sir. why are you still here? were you excluded from evacuation? or did you choose not to? why did you do that if so? you were already dying but space is big and opproutiny endless. if your people were advanced enough to leave the planet forever they probably know aliens who might have been able to help. whats ur deal man?

[death---dealer]

“you can’t die. please don’t die.” with walter ? (you're like. the only person writing for him right now as far as i know and im Desperate)

THIS MAKES ME WONDER IF YOU’D ASK FOR THIS IF I WASN’T THE ONLY ONE WRITING FOR HIM BUT IT’D BE MY PLEASURE. IM ALSO COMBINING THIS WITH ANOTHER WALTER REQUEST.

Title: Please.Pairing: ( Implied )Walter x Reader.Fandom/Franchise/Film: Alien Covenant.Words: 1,355.Rating: T. (Mentions of blood, gore. )

“No…” You said, the sound echoing off the mosaic-like structure you found yourself in. The walls scaled yards upwards and it only seemed to stretch out for as far as you could see in the lack of light. What little luminescence you had bounced off the water flooding on the ground from impacted rain and seemed to lighten up your surroundings enough for you to highlight Walter’s body in front of you. Had you actually recovered your flashlight earlier, things would have been different. He would have seen just how afraid you were. Regardless of this, you were sure that the meager sound of your voice was enough to tell him that you were indeed frightened.

A static like crackling slid through the air in a rather breathless sort of way. It clung to the outer parts of the large room dancing around, whirling before making its way to your ear. Once there, it sent a small shudder down your spine. Licking your bottom lip, you pushed away the taste of sweat on your tongue. Irrationality was something you couldn’t afford, all the while you found yourself lunging towards Walter to protest once again. Walter caught hold of your shoulder with his left hand, cupping your mouth in his right. From the closeness, you could see the words scratched onto his expression. His mouth was slightly agape, as if he was ready to protest your own digression. Speaking too loudly would draw attention to your location. Bottom lip shaking in terror, Walter gazed down at you. You had only been this close to the Synthetic three or four times, yet each time you found it amazing ecstatic to feel some sort of lingering heartbeat under his fingertips.

He obviously had no real heart yet Walter found himself reacting as if he did when he was put in front of you. But, this was not an ideal place to think like that. Walter needed to focus.

Your dirtied weapon clicked against his fingers as he reached upwards to stop you from letting go of it and allowed it to rest against his chest rather than your own. The imminent danger around every possible corner, every crevice of the strange ship you were in was a reminder than losing your weapon would not be wise, and he knew better than to let you lose it at a moment like this. Tears built up around your eyes, falling and swirling with the mixture of blood, mud and sweat that was stuck to your face. You couldn’t seem to get the taste of the planet off your tongue as you struggled to breath, struggled to think straight and refused to accept anything that Walter had just proposed to you.

Wait, you thought to yourself and blinked back a few drops of blood from the slash on your forehead. There was a small pulse where the cut was, like a headache but not as intense. It was more of a ghost-like pressure on your skin. You supposed the adrenaline in your body was messing with your nerves. Pain wasn’t registering regularly and accurately, but you were sure when you finally manage to get off the planet, rest and think about the nightmares here, it’ll all come back to you. In small doses first, gently creeping itself into your mind and into your vision, before engulfing you in complete and utter chaos in the form of dreams and remembrances that the universe wasn’t peaceful. It was far from it.

There were only a handful of your crew left. Not even, you looked up at Walter and took a deep breath in. Shutting your eyes, you focused and attempted to think about something other than the nightmares already plaguing your mind. Maybe one or two, including the Synthetic currently holding you so you didn’t collapse against the cold, damp ground. Maybe that many were still alive, if you were lucky.

He repeated what he had said only moments before. “You must leave, now. Find who you can and leave. David won’t stop until he gets what he wants. I’ll try to stall him, you just need to get out of here before he finds you.” Your eyes fluttered open and caught hold of his bright eyes. Even in this evil darkness, they managed to be lively and unclouded. Walter remained as calm as he was in any other situation. There were no registering emotions for this sort of predicament, and it would be a waste to show fear when you were leaking it from your very core. Cupping your shoulders, he picked you up slightly and let one of his hands fall to your chin and forced you to look at him. The touch only lasted a second before he tore his hand away and diligently rested them by his side. “You must go.”

“Walter-”

“He will kill you, (Name).” Walter said to you you and if you listened closely enough, you could hear the creeping melancholy seeping behind his voice, “I was made to serve, let me do what I was programmed to do.”

Shakily releasing what little breath was collected in your lungs, you stepped forward cautiously, cocking your weapon upwards and holding it against your chest as if telling him that you weren’t going anywhere, you finally digressed his words with your own, “I can’t just leave you here. He’ll…. He’ll kill you too.” Walter stared at you, letting your voice slowly leak into his memory. It was a sound he surely wanted to remember if he was going to get stuck on this godforsaken planet; it was a sound he wanted to replay over and over before complete darkness overtook him.

“You can’t die… Please don’t die…” You begged, reaching up and touching his right cheek. You could feel the smoothness if his external skin, feel the warmth rushing through your fingers and up your arm. “Let me stay, let me fight him with you. We can… We can do it…” The grip on your weapon increased with the severity of your words. You knew what you were doing was completely off the charts, and perhaps even unheard of. A human ready to fight for the survival of a Synthetic. They weren’t even human though they could look at you with the most humanistic traits and emotions swirling behind their gazes. Seafoam eyes that you could literally get lost in if you dared to dive into them. That’s what you wanted to do right now. You wanted to drown and get lost in them. If only you could.

“That’s irrational.” He informed you gently, reaching up and touching your shoulder. It was a meager grazing of his fingers against your clothed skin but made you shudder regardless. “He will kill you, (Name).”

“I’ll find a way to come back for you…” You whispered weakly, pressing your free hand against his chest. You knew there was nothing there but for a split second you swore you could have felt some sort of heartbeat under your damp finger tips. That was an immature promise to make. A line from some cheesy movie made years and years ago.

“There’ll be nothing to come back for,” Walter told you.

It was hard to hear and hard to absorb, but deep down, you knew it was the truth and making pitiful promises like some hero wasn’t going to serve you any favors in the situation you were in. You needed to get out, you needed to catch your ride out of this literal hell, but not before saying. “I’m sorry,” Your voice was meagerly above a whisper, but loud enough for him to hear properly. “I wish…”

“It’s quite alright,” Walter said, his eyes scanning the room once again. They finally rested on you when he picked up no movements in the near darkness. Your breathing was becoming a bit more sporadic out of minor fear, your heart rate elevated, and your fingers were fidgeting with your weapon, Walter took notice. “I do understand. It was a privilege to have met you and served for you, (Name).”

DID I LEAVE IT ON A CLIFFHANGER FOR A REASON? yes. yes i did.

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-Em.