#Zero Hour Fanfic

[rafeandonlyrafe]

kildare enduro

words: 2.3k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, fingering, nipple play, p in v sex, unprotected sex, loner reader, brief talk about wards death, takes place during s4e1 (no sofia.), drinking, kind of drunk sex but they actually specifically say they dont want to be that drunk

“not just john b- look at that other late entry…” the announcer says, looking to his co-host also positioned in front of a microphone.

“do you recognize who is under that helmet?” he asks.

“i do not… i guess we have a mystery contender as well.”

rafe looks over the crowd, frowning inside of his helmet when he realizes there's no one here to cheer him on, eyes glaring with jealousy at the crowd of pogues. it's one of his biggest complaints about the event, the fact that they're allowed to compete too with their shit bikes and even worse racing abilities.

“and that bike… is that a modified ktm 450 rally? that's a beautiful machine. not too different from rafe camerons. looks like they'll be the ones to watch today.”

the announcers statement has rafe looking over, seeing the blacked out bike with metallic purple and blue accents, and the equally blacked out face mask, not allowing him to see who it is underneath.

“thats got to be the most expensive bike racing here today. dominated last years dakar rally, and pretty much every endurance race it's entered into.”

“very excited to see what the modifications are, looks like enhanced tires for driving through the sand…” 

rafe drones out the voices, focusing on the race to come, especially knowing he's got stiff competition this year.

he takes a deep breath, watching the green flag raise high in the sky before dropping quickly, and he's off like a bolt of lightning, sand spewing up behind him.

he gets instantly to the front, but he can hear someone on his tail. a quick glance to his right reveals the metallic bike, skidding over the top of the sand like it doesn't weigh a pound.

“rafe cameron has the early lead, but our late entry is hot on his tail! this could cause trouble for our previous winner.”

rafe takes the turn and is overtaken, but not by more than a wheel.

“looks like rafe cameron is just beat out as they head into the trees!” the commentator shouts, the crowd clamoring to figure out who knows the rider currently in the lead and pulling away.

rafe doesn't let the other bike get farther than a length ahead as he heads into the whoops, the bike soaring into the air before touching down.

rafe smirks under the mask when the driver ahead briefly loses control, wheel wobbling as it hits an uneven patch of dirt, and rafe speeds ahead, taking advantage of every small mistake.

he's not ahead for long, as his bike stutters in speed heading through the dip in the road, water causing his wheels to spin, while the racer in all black and deep purple speeds past, leaving rafe to groan in frustration, especially when he turns and realizes other bikers aren't far behind.

“and here they come! around the bouy and-oh! cameron just made contact with our leader, it looks like he's getting sick of being behind, and overtakes around the turn with our mystery driver right on his heels!”

rafe smirks as he retakes the lead, not willing to let some random take over his win. rafe pops his front wheel up, revving the engine and coaxing more speed out of the bike, knowing sand is flying in the faces of the riders behind him.

“this race is turning out to be a real nail biter, it could be anyone's game as they head back into the trees.”

“wait, wait- is that? JJ MAYBANK IS GOING TO JUMP THE INLET!”

the crowd of people goes wild as jj leapfrogs to the front of the pack, touching down just in front of the new leader, with rafe hot on his back tire as well.

“and our mystery rider is closing in fast, it looks like jj isn't going to maintain his lead. there could be some serious drama at the end of our race here.”

rafe growls as the bikes all come side by side, squeezing jj in the middle. rafe watches as the other riders leg comes out and kicks at the side of jjs bike, pushing into him, and rafe barely manages to brake and get out of the way, falling behind jj.

“fuck!” rafe shouts. there's no way he's losing to a random rider and maybank. he revs on the throttle, touching the front wheel against jjs back and shoving his bike to the side, not looking back as he careens into the air, managing to keep himself right way up and barely make it to the finish line ahead of topper.

“our mystery rider takes the win! i am dying to know who is under that helmet!” the commentators calls out as the checkered flag is waved.

“ladies and gentlemen, it looks like your enduro champion is…” the entire crowd watches with baited breath as the blacked out helmet comes off, and long flowing hair comes tumbling down.

there's an audible gasp, and rafe has to blink to make sure there isn't sand in his eyes and what he's seeing is real.

“is that… y/f/n y/l/n? i think it is! who even knew she raced? what an amazing, showstopping performance from the female rider!”

rafe tugs his helmet off, shoving down the kickstand on his bike. “y/n?” rafe shouts out.

he doesn't know you very well, not very well at all, but your reputation precedes you. graduated a few years before him, you've always been seen as one of the top kooks, your family being established in the area for generations.

“oh, hey.” you smile at him, fingers running through your hair as the crowd surges in now that the bikes have halted. “good race.” you look him up and down. “i mean, i guess not good enough though.”

“this is our first female winner in kildare enduro history! ladies and gentleman, give it up again for y/n.”

“let's go!” you scream out as someone lifts you into the air, raising your helmet far over your head.

rafe knows second means nothing as he grunts angrily. he kicks himself for messing up in the woods, if he would have come out before you there's no way he wouldn't be the one being celebrated at the moment.

--

“on me.” you state to rafe as you slide a beer over the counter to him, coming to take a seat next to him, sipping on your own.

“shouldn't you be celebrating or some shit?” rafe questions, his voice low and rough as he watches a drop of beer sip down your chin.

“i am celebrating.” you state. “what does it look like?”

“where's all your friends and shit?” rafe looks around, expecting to see the same gaggle of girls you used to hang around with in high school.

“what friends?” you scoff under your breath, before frowning and looking at rafe. “i don't see anyone with you either. not even topper. he's not your little servant anymore?”

“me and top are fine.” rafe says. in truth, he's pushed everyone away since wards death, and eventually topper stopped trying, stopped checking in.

“mhm.” you hum, finishing off your beer and flagging down the bartender for another.

“since when did you race anyways?” 

“always have.” you shrug, looking over at rafe, realizing for the first time now that you're up close to him how dazzling his eyes are. “just kept it to myself. not exactly a lady like hobby.”

“a hobby?” rafe scoffs. “you call the way you raced a hobby?”

“i was shit today.” you shake your head. “made mistakes.”

“it was only with your slight mistakes that i was even close.”

“watch yourself, cameron.” you take a sip of your beer. “it sounds like you're starting to be nice to me.”

“sounds like you need someone to be nice to you.” rafe is shocked by the fact that no one seems to care that the enduro race winner is in the bar, like the shock of finding out who won quickly wore off, leaving you alone once again.

“i like being alone.” you state, swallowing harshly to hide your true emotions. “all friends turn out to be fake in the end.”

“family too.” rafe frowns, before finishing the rest of his beer.

“want another?” you ask, tilting your head to the side, your hair flowing over your shoulder, just urging rafe to reach out and touch.

“no.” he shakes his head. “don't wanna be too drunk.”

“too drunk for what?” you hum.

“for when i try to take you home.”

--

“fuck.” you moan, head pressing back into the pillows as rafe continues sucking on your nipple, his hand between your thighs.

“god, right there!” you squeal out as he rubs against your clit, your wetness only growing by the second.

you reach down and push at the waistband of his underwear, trying to tempt him to take them off, but rafe just switches to the other side of your chest, sucking a deep purple hickey on the side of your breasts before taking your nipple back in his mouth.

rafes finger drops to prod at your entrance, feeling how warm you are as his digit slowly sinks in, your moans only growing as you pussy sucks in his finger.

“fuck,” you whine. “need that to be your cock, come on.”

rafe keeps his movement slow as he thrusts his finger in and out, feeling the gummy texture of your walls and the way your cunt grips him, knowing he's going to love having his cock inside you.

rafe adds in a second finger, feeling you stretch and adjust as he moves back to your other nipple, his tongue dragging across your chest, not wanting to lose the taste of your skin for even a second.

the race is in the back of his mind, the last thing he wants to think about. he'd lose a million times more if it gets you in his bed, moaning and pulsing around his fingers.

“rafe-” you tug at his short hair, his head lifting up to look at you, lips pink and glossy. “fuck me.”

rafe smiles, glad that you're just as needy as he is. he regrets not pursuing you earlier, if only he knew what he was missing just down the street.

rafe shoves his underwear down and flings them off the bed. your eyes widen as you take in his length, but you can't stay looking for long as rafes lips smash into yours.

your arms wrap around his neck, tugging him in flush to your body as his cock presses against your entrance, already hard just from kissing and fingering you.

rafes lips mold perfectly to you as he presses in, and this time he doesn't bother going slow, immediately setting a fast pace as his hips move back and forth.

your kiss turns into gasps and moaning into each other's mouth, your hands coming to rafes cheeks, keeping his face close, keeping his blissed out eyes locked with yours.

“your-” rafe grunts as he fucks you. “your pussy is perfect.”

you smile and surge up to press your lips against rafes. “a winners pussy.” you can't help but continue to rub the race in, at least a little bit.

“consider this my congratulations.” rafe smirks as one hand drops to rub at your pussy, thumb stroking your clit in even movements, contrasting the rapid, desperate thrusts.

your eyes slide closed as much as you wish you could keep them open, watching rafe above you, but the pleasure is all too much as he pounds into you.

you pull your knees up, spreading your legs even wider, giving even more space for rafe to fuck into you, his thrusts turning feral as his moans turn to grunts and growls.

“want…” you gasp out. “want your cum in me.”

“you're not gonna get it that easy.” rafe smirks, suddenly flipping so you're on top, his back bouncing against the mattress as you flop forward against him, hips high in the air.

you don't let up for even a second, immediately taking over the movements as you raise and lower your cunt, bouncing on his cock.

rafe doesn't stop either, an arm circling around your waist as he thrusts up off the bed to meet you.

“gonna make me put in work even though i won?” you hum out, breasts pushing against rafes bare torso, his hard muscles stimulating your already sensitive nipples.

“damn right.” rafe smirks. “can't let you get off too easily for that maybank move.”

you tsks. “never liked that fucking pogue anyways.”

“i think i might have to marry you.” rafe chuckles, heart fluttering when he sees you smile, swearing you're glowing as he pumps his hips up into you.

“don't… stop.” you move one hand to over rafes, pushing it tight against your pussy, keeping his thumb in place as it thrumbs against you.

“im close too.” rafe states, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead as he puts all his effort into thrusting up into you, into spearing his cock as deep into your pussy as he can.

you let out a moan, and with one more swipe of rafes thumb, you're gone, entire body shaking before going slack, leaving rafe to quickly flip you over, hands coming to your hips as he pushes inside of you, cumming in spurts, filling you up with his warmth.

rafe collapses next to you the moment he finishes, arms completely giving out from the exhaustion of your activities and the earlier race.

you both breathe deeply, trying to regain some sort of mental clarity as your high wears off.

“shit.” you whine out, breaking the silence. “we gotta do that more often.”

“and…” rafe turns over, propping his head up on his elbow. “maybe get dinner together too?”

“rafe cameron, are you asking me out on a date?” you laugh.

“i just came inside of you, i don't think it should be that surprising.” rafe rolls his eyes. “besides, seems like you could use some company.”

you turn to face rafe as well, his blue eyes looking into yours. “i don't usually date losers, but i guess second place isn't too bad.”

rafe shakes his head before pressing your lips back together.

[ezziemagpie]

Fanfic authors, please, I implore you, from one writer to another, DO NOT DELETE YOUR WORKS. Change the account ownership, make a different pseud to put it under, anonymise or orphan them, it doesn't matter, just please, please, PLEASE, do not delete them. Please. Even if you think they're badly written, or out of character, or a decade old, or 'cringe', or whatever, there will be some poor schmuck out there who loves what you've written and will cry over its deletion because they forgot to download it. - Sincerely, some poor schmuck who loves what someone wrote and has spent the last ten hours trying to track it down because he forgot to download it.

[heroesriseandfall]

Kind of funny when fanfic writers have Tim figure out Dick’s identity by seeing Robin do a quadruple flip in person, because DC writers didn’t even think of that back when they were trying to make it a rule that Robin couldn’t be seen on TV so the Batfam could be urban legends. They just still had Tim see Robin do a flip on TV and never tried to explain how Robin could be an urban legend and still have his exploits broadcasted on TV by professional news media.

[kaetor]

hi for the 10th day of 999 week I give you fanart of . the OC I made for the in universe true crime account of 999 I wrote. her name is hammie she's a true crime blogger she doesn't believe in telepathy she gets into drama on the internet over cradle pharmaceuticals.

[bearboyboy]

I got so high last night I was like “what if Alex didn’t make it to the rebels in the escape pod during Zero hour”

AS IF I HAVENT READ A MILLION FANFICS ON THAT EXACT TOPIC

[raisedbyheathens]

Gabriel Urbina just re-tweeted me and I deeply hope he didn't scroll back in my twitter any because I just keep tweeting links to smut I have written about his characters

in the last two months, I've dropped a Kepcobi, at least one chapter of Midler, and an enormous Puritan Minister smut for Zero Hours.

[the-lark-ascending69]

Lumity is very cute but it seems like the kind of ship that would have a fandom so toxic it'd make you dislike the ship in time and I think that's sad.

[thoughtfuldolia]

Kukui had an escape plan. Ish. Bad good plan. It had to work because nothing else was going to work. S T R E S S how does one escape a metal box in an armored lab in a building’s basement guarded by agents of the largest evil organization in the world an ocean away from home?

Kukui knew the answer: drop your dignity like a hot malasada and make them think you’re not capable of fighting back until somebody lets their guard down.

He rocked back and forth, wondering if something so ludicrous would actually work. Turns out, yeah. It did.

They’d test to see if he could use moves in whatever forms he took. Kukui thanked his few years as a theater kid because his acting really paid off. They really thought he wasn’t capable of anything! He kept a tucked tail at all times, complying with everything. He acted as pathetic as a grown man possibly could. Eventually they took the muzzle off to see if the man could even use snarl.

Kukui thought it a glorious mistake that they would let their guard down while he was a zeraora. He smashed through security as well as the glass hiding a bunch of startled scientists, trucked it down the halls at the speed of lightning, and left Giovanni with a parting gift.

Finally. Kukui traveled up several stories to the ground floor, scrambled through an oddly inconspicuous lobby with normal people working there, and burst into the great outdoors of Kanto.

I…is this Kanto? It looks a lot like he’s in Lumiose city!

[voids-colourful-creations]

In the Event You Find Someone Else Staring Back in the Mirror - An Akane Kurashiki Fic

[Read on Ao3!]

Rated: G Zero Escape: 999 (Only takes into account 999, so nothing beyond it) Minor Junpei/Akane Content Warnings: References to Canon Typical 999 Violence and Brain Fuckery Words: 1.3k

Summary: Imagine, if you will, you are Akane Kurashiki. You were meant to die a while ago, but you've persisted despite it. And despite this, you are not "safe" yet. You aren't really real yet, and you won't be, until you replicate your nightmares. But what else is there to do? You'll do anything, no matter how horrible, anything but die.

----

Your name is Akane Kurashiki. You are 11 years old. You have eyes that look sort of blueish in the sunshine, and greyish in the dark. Eyes, like the sky in the sunshine, like kittens fur in the dark, and a toothy grin that stretches across your face. You fall asleep in class sometimes, staying up late playing with your best friend. Spending your days idly, you watch the amber-red sunset over your town with a smile. Walking home, you feel the weeds in the sidewalk brush against your ankles, and clutch a ragged doll tucked away in your pocket.

~ ~ ~

Your name is Akane Kurashiki. You are 12 years old. You have grey eyes like steel. Hard and cold and on the verge of rusting away. You don’t sleep much anymore, and your eyes go bloodshot because of it. The greys are tinged red. You find you don’t like the colour red anymore. You don’t smile much anymore either.

~ ~ ~

Your name is Akane Kurashiki. You are 16 years old. You have blue eyes, like the sky behind a flock of storm clouds. Your brother resembles a cloud, his hair a shock of vivid white. But he’s much more cloud-like than you are.  Even when he’s a trouble maker and a nuisance, he’s still your brother and you love him very much. Your stomach swirls with guilt at the idea of dragging him into this. And yet you know you can’t do this alone. So you tell him. You tell him everything.

~ ~ ~

Your name is Akane Kurashiki (she whispers to herself in the mirror, gripping the edge of the sink and trying to calm her breathing.) You are 19 years old (and that’s so much older than she should be and it’s still much too young to die). You have grey eyes. Grey like a tombstone, Grey like mycelium, like decay. You are rotting and dying. You are shaking and sobbing in the bathroom in the middle of the night. You need to calm down. You need to calm down. You need to calm down.

It doesn’t work no matter how much you repeat it to yourself. Your name is Akane Kurashiki. You are 19 years, 5 months, and 13 days old. You have blue eyes, and brown hair, and fingernails that dig deeper and deeper into your skin. You’d like to think the pain would convince you that you’re real, but it doesn’t. Nothing does. Every second the clock ticks forward you feel yourself unravel a bit more. Your face burns hot and your brain feels like it’s melting. You splash some cold water on your face and curl up on the bathroom floor until morning. Everything looks grey.

~ ~ ~

Your name is Akane Kurashiki. You are a paradox folding in on yourself. The deeds you are preparing to commit are violent and horrific. You are unforgivable. You are a mistake. You are terrified of what you’re about to do and more than that you’re terrified to die. So you do it anyway.

When you were younger you had some deluded sense of justice. Maybe you still do. You thought that you were a good person, see, you thought that if you just kept a smile on your face and a hope in your heart, you’d never hurt anyone.

It is impossible for you to live without harming anyone. It is impossible for you to survive without ending the lives of others.

A part of you, small and angry, shaking and wild, spits out that they deserve it. They deserve to suffer, they deserve to be afraid. They deserve to die.

After all, they killed you first.

But another part of you feels herself breaking and breaking at even those thoughts.

Because how selfish of you, Akane Kurashiki, to believe that your life is worth that of 3 others. You cannot call yourself a good person when this is what you are going to do. It is not 3 monsters for one innocent soul.

You will never be innocent again. You never were.

Your past and your present selves are living parallel, and your future holds you both.

In some ways, it gets easier with time to excuse your actions. It’s an inevitability, it’s fate. Before you knew anything, you had already done it. When you stared out into a future through someone else's eyes, you watched your own misdeeds play out, knowing you were watching. Knowing this was the only way to save yourself. And again and again, that same thought repeats and repeats into a spiral of Akane’s watching Akane’s do the same things over and over again.

You are 20 years old. You haven’t done anything. Yet you already have.

It doesn’t have to make sense, you tell yourself, because it’ll happen whether you understand the specifics or not.

Your eyes are blue, or at least they are in your memories. You haven’t been able to face a mirror in a while.

The planning of such a feat is becoming more and more dire and real every day that flicks forward. You can’t ignore what needs to be done. It’s funny how fate feels nothing of the sort when you live it. In concept, it was so much easier to blame any sins on the nebulous concept of eventually and inevitability. Whether you wanted to or to, you would do these things. In some way, it was like you had no control, and that was a relief.

But today you entered the building for the first time, and the door was solid beneath your hands. You can smell the damp stench of a room unused, you can feel the layer of dusty grime that coats the door handles, you can hear your own footsteps.

Everything is crystal clear. Nothing is dreamlike. You look down at the gas mask in your hands and fully accept, for the first time, that everything you have done was your own action. Everything you are about to do, you will do while fully aware of its effects on people, down to every minute detail. You are doing this. This is all your fault. You know this in full. You will do it anyway. 

You refuse to lie down and die.

You step outside, and promptly throw up into the hot desert sand.

~ ~ ~

Your name is Akane Kurashiki. You are 21 years old. Exactly 9 years ago you stood in the same spot you are now, trembling and afraid. You have grey eyes, like slate, like steel. The boy in front of you freezes when he sees you, and your heart rushes at the thought. It’s all still terrifying, and you like to think you can see it. When you look at him like this, that tiny version of yourself that’s caught behind his eyes.

But he is still there too, that boy you loved. He loved you too, back then, and in your memory of his mind. You like to think it still holds true.

Though when he knows everything, and he will soon, will destiny repeat itself again? Will the loop close?

Is there a possibility that everything you’ve done was for naught? You have to believe that’s not true. The paradoxical existence you’ve wavered in for nearly half your life now will come to an ending in some way or another, just 9 hours from now.

Will he still love you, a paradoxical monster who deserved to die long ago?

You don’t know.

You are Akane Kurashiki. You are June. You are Zero.

And for just a small sliver of time, in a nightmare you created, you let yourself be that little girl someone loved again. You tumble down the stairs and land on top of him. Shyly, you give a gentle smile.

~ ~ ~

In that moment, to him, she is still Kanny.

[End]

[hoxxowritto]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Zero Escape (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Light Field | Snake Additional Tags: Blindness, Vague Spoilers for VLR but you can read without playing it Series: Part 2 of Bridge the Gap (999 WEEK) Summary:

Light Field, known as Snake to a few select people, is now a fairly well-received harpist with a cult following, playing at small venues, with a chance of hitting it big, but he has more important things to take care of before he does that.

This is a short story, to bridge the gap between 999 and VLR for Snake. Enjoy.

[You don't have to have played VLR to enjoy this story, as my goal was to make all the stories in this series fit in-between 999 and VLR, while also being approachable for everyone who haven't gotten around to the later games.]

IM ONE DAY LATE, AND THE REST WILL PROBABLY BE ONE DAY LATE, BUT IM NOT STOPPING NOW!!!

Sorry for the kinda short story, but I think it’s still fun, at least I hope!

@999week 

[dino-trash-kieran]

Chapter 13! I'm popping my current favourite ship in this, as a treat. Sure they haven't spoken to each other at all, but you can't expect to have them be in the same room, even off screen, and not expect them to garner attention

[heartbreakprincewille]

When love beckons to you, follow him

A series of realizations leading to whispers of love in the corridors of Hillerska.

Or, the missing moment between Ayub's videocall and Wilhelm and Simon's moment before the Jubilee in S2 E6.

(Inspired from @hillerskalibrary 's Friday prompt about Missing Moments- YR week 2023)

Read it here 💜

[quietwingsinthesky]

none of the archangels have their shit together, but gabriel is the closest to pulling it off and you gotta respect him for that

[bearboyboy]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRnLf7o8/

prompt: Thrawn having Kallus (bruised and beaten) in custody and laughing in Zeb's face as he reveals that Alex has loved him this whole time, saying how obvious it was and If only it worked out.. 🤭

Bonus points if Alex is on the call and hiding his face in shame/fear of Zebs reaction/rejection🫠🫠🫠

[raisedbyheathens]

Such a tiny fandom, such a small tag! I am humbly begging you, if you ever wanted to read about a Puritan/Congregationalist minister voiced by Zachary Libresco of Kepler fame getting railed by his boyfriend, boy have I got the fic for you! (No but for real, a kudos or a comment in that tiny tiny fandom would mean the absolute world to me)

It's sweet, it's hot, it's angsty! It was written for the Cherrytober 2024 prompts Morning Sex and Dirty little secret, prompts by @chickycherrycola and the @angstober prompt Perfect

Chapters:1 Fandom: Zero Hours (podcast) Rating: E Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Liberty Howlett/ Giles Williams Characters: Liberty Howlett; Giles Williams

Word count: 13774

Additional tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Consent, Secret Relationship, Period-Typical Homophobia, it's the 18th century, Goodbye Sex, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, PWP, They are deeply in love because I said so, secret marriage vows

Summary:

Theirs was a secret love, one the world condemned as the most grievous of sins, but it thrived in shadows and burned bright in the darkness. Now, with separation looming on the horizon like gathering storm clouds, Liberty and Giles cling to each precious, fleeting moment, determined to steal back every second they can have together. In the hush of one perfect, golden morning, they shut out the demanding, damning world beyond to lose themselves in the sanctuary of each other.

Though the impositions of the world will soon tear them apart, though the ache of absence will haunt their every step, they cling to the knowledge that their love will endure, no matter the time or distance.

[cl0ckworkpuppet]

i love having brainrot for characters that simply don't canonically exist