#cold war adler my beloved

[flyingraijinn]

The Duga ending is so dear to me. It reveals a completely new side of Adler, where he pretends to be this sentimental, broken man on the brink of death. He talks to Bell in an entirely different way, offering compliments to both them and Perseus.

Before finding Adler, he made one final attempt to devise a plan to eliminate Bell, ensuring all the information wouldn’t fall into Perseus’s hands. He stashed away his lighter, drew his knife in preparation, and asked for one last favor. Even on the brink of death, he was determined to fulfill his duty.

(Such a neat detail that his knife really is missing from his holster)

In the campaign, he was always portrayed as this cold, calculating man who seemed to have everything under control. But the moment you overpower him, his hand instinctively reaches out towards Bell's face, almost as if in a desperate, pleading way.

If you don’t reach for the lighter and listen to his chatter long enough, he eventually starts humming, probably to calm himself down.

The thing is, it actually worked—Adler is such a great pretender that you can't help but feel sympathy for him, despite what he did to our Bell characters. It's still satisfying to see his facade crack, even if it's just in the smallest details.

[natnuszsstuff]

I have developed the type, I'm afraid

[anime-potato-san]

Bell is definitely a people-pleaser.

Regardless of if it’s for Adler/The team or Perseus, Bell is desperate to please them, do to anything they ask. Anything that gets asked of them, Bell does them. Take when we confront Volkov, either we kill him like Adler ask, or we do what Park asks and capture him. And during Break on Through, though you can definitely troll him which is hilarious, and I highly suggest doing so at least once, Bell does everything Adler says to do.

Though we don't know much about what they were like with Perceus, Bell was Perceus' favorite operative, they definitely did everything he asked.

I think Bell being a people-pleaser is almost tragic in a way. They did everything to please the people they saw as above them, people they cared about, yet in the end, they didn't matter to them.

Thank God fanfiction exist because I can make Bell happy.

As I traumatize her by having her die over and over.

[h-a-unted]

I'll tell you something right now... You ain't gotta pray for me. Me and my wild boy and all of this wild joy. He was chaos, he was revelry.

[hamletsleftball]

wrote out the timeline after properly calculating and making sure the years and dates linked up.... an oc i started working on in 2021 until now oh how she's grown

[welldonekhushi]

Silent Decay

Disclaimer: This fic contains content that may be unsuitable for readers uncomfortable with profanity, body horror or grotesque visuals. It is a psychological horror story featuring me and my friends' OCs! Story is all written by me!

The age description to read this fic is 16+ so if you're younger than that, please avoid reading this for your own good. Proceed with caution, and enjoy! (Don't worry! You may opt out of this fic if you like, self-care is absolutely necessary <3)

Special thanks to @efingcod, @imagoddamnonionmason, and @alypink for allowing me to use their OCs for this collab fic! Park and Adler belong to Black Ops: Cold War, by Treyarch!

Note: This story would be divided into a prologue, with parts as the story begins to conclude! Currently, let's proceed with the prologue, the starting of it all.

MASTERLIST.

PART ONE.

PROLOGUE

"Me envenena, te envenena."

A lone cabin stood on the outskirts of town, nestled in the rolling hills of West Virginia. Around it, the dense forest loomed, stretching endlessly into the distance. A worn, asphalt road cut through the landscape, the only path leading back to town. 

The sky around was misty, but hauntingly pleasant. The brick house itself was small and unassuming, it weathered by time and the changing seasons. Faded white paint peeled along the eaves, and ivy crept stubbornly up one side, as if nature itself was reclaiming it. Yet, despite its worn exterior, the house breathed with quiet life.

The house of the Adlers from within, carried an air of quiet endurance. The wooden floor, though aged, remained clean and polished, its surface gleaming faintly under the dim lighting. Heavy curtains filtered the outside light, casting soft shadows that danced across the walls. The furniture, though decades old, was maintained impeccably, its polished wood and well-kept upholstery giving the illusion of freshness, as if time had been kind to it, even when it hadn’t been to those who once filled the space. 

Every detail, from the carefully arranged books to the faint scent of old paper and wood polish, hinted at an attempt to preserve something long past, a home kept pristine despite the weight of memories pressing in from every side.

The front porch groaned underfoot, its planks whispering their age with every careful step, with a beautifully arranged garden in it. To the three siblings who called this house their own, the sound was as familiar as their own voices. It was the sound of home. The sound of coming in from the cold, of summers spent watching fireflies dance in the dusk, of whispered midnight conversations just beyond their parents' ears. It was a place worn but not broken, standing firm at the edge of the world they knew.

Vincent, Jodie, and Mila, was bound not just by blood but something deeper and unshakable. They spent their entire lives within these familiar walls, growing up under the watchful care of their father, Russell Adler. 

He was a businessman, who often had to leave his home due to work reasons, worried about leaving his three children alone, because of his added responsibilities, but his love for them never died. Ever since the tragic incident that took away the life of his beloved wife, he was now a single father, taking care of the three since they were young, who were now grown up to be teenagers.

Evenings were the liveliest. The house had always echoed with laughter, the kind that could make walls feel less constricting and turn even the coldest nights warm. Dinner was always a noisy affair, with Mila teasing Vincent for his terrible table manners and Jodie rolling her eyes at both of them before their father’s deep chuckle settled their playful bickering. In moments like these, it was easy to forget how empty the world outside their little home seemed.

It was a normal day at the house of the Adler's. Vincent was snoring on the couch; with his face covered by a book he was reading previously. 

Vincent was the sibling who had just finished high school and he was looking for a college that he can pursue his field in. He was drawn to psychology, to understanding the depths of the human mind, how experiences shape a person, and how past traumas can alter one's perception of reality. But reality weighed heavy on his aspirations. His academic scores weren’t enough to secure a spot in the programs he truly wanted, leaving him caught between ambition and limitation, uncertain of what path lay ahead.

Meanwhile, Mila was busy preparing her favourite recipe, trying to bake some cupcakes using a recipe book she bought from a local shop while travelling to town. Being the eldest, she had already completed her education, and wanted to open a bakery sooner and establish a business. But for that, she had to collect enough funds.

Lastly, Jodie was exercising in her room, moving and stretching her body as the music went on with the beat. Headphones on her ears, vibing as she joyfully danced. Jodie’s dream was to become an athlete, for which she had always been exercising and training for. She even did win a couple of medals and trophies from her school’s sport competitions, for which she even declared of joining the Olympics one day. As amazing as it sounds, the only thing was that she likely avoided studying, thinking it to be a distraction from achieving her dreams, though Mila persuaded her to complete her education, since it comes first than anything else.

Outside, their golden retriever, Timmy, slept soundly, keeping watch over the house as he always did. More than just a guard dog, he was their loyal companion, practically a family. A little child raised by siblings, as they liked to say.

Mila was downstairs, mixing the batter for the cupcakes, and was getting distracted by Jodie's constant footsteps thudding above like a one-person stampede. She called out for her to be less noisy, but Jodie, too possessed by the rhythm of her song, was busy vibing like she was at her own personal concert. "Jay! Keep it down, I'm trying to bake a cake!"

As the noise persisted, Mila groaned, rolling her eyes so hard they almost got stuck. She dragged a hand down her face, questioning all of her life choices. Then, glancing over, she spotted Vincent, who was still dead asleep, blissfully unaware of the chaotic disaster unfolding around him.

"These two will never learn." Mila sighs in annoyance, until she sees Adler coming out of the basement, quickly pulling out his keys and locking the door. He takes a deep sigh of relief, as the lock secured whatever was inside that room, tucking the keys back into his pocket.

"Ghost hunting down there, dad?" Mila chuckled. She remembered her father telling stories to the siblings of a “ghost” being down there, which they carried the old tale for years. The truth was, they were likely not allowed to enter the basement for a myriad of reasons. Reasons they never got to know about as well. 

No matter how many times the siblings ask Adler about the basement, he was always able to make up an excuse to brush them off, saying that the one who touches the door.. gives them a curse? As stupid as it sounds, Adler was sure trying his best to have his kids stay away from the door as possible.

On the other hand, if anyone tried to know what was truly in the basement, it was none other than Vincent himself. Ever since he was a kid, he even tried to sneak his way to open the basement but always got caught by Adler. He was very stubborn to know what was inside. He himself never understood why Vincent was so keen to know what was in it.

Sooner or later, that became less of a bother for the siblings, as they never talked or wanted to know about the basement anymore. But, you’d never know when that thought would revoke within you, again. They say, curiosity kills the cat.

"Anything special, Em?" Adler asked as he made his way to the kitchen, spotting Mila busy with her baking. “Did you feed Timmy?”

“Yeah, Dad. Now he’s sulking like he just had the best meal in his whole life.”

“What is so special in there that makes you go there all the time, Dad?” Vincent mumbled through the book, as he groaned.

Adler shook his head, chuckling, ignoring the question Vincent had asked him many times, his attention now going to Mila. "Trying out that recipe again? You know what happened when you tried it the first time?"

"Yeah, Dad. I almost burned the kitchen down because we forgot to take the cupcakes out of the oven. I will be careful this time." Mila replied, chuckling as she continued mixing the batter.

"As long as we don't call the fire department again, we all are good." He leaned around the counter, while talking to his daughter.

"I’m careful with these things, unlike Jay or Vince. That’s my thing, not theirs." Mila sighed, and gently poured the batter into the tray moulds.

"Oh, really? And what makes you special?" Adler folds his arms, who was likely interested to know about Mila's reason, engaged into the conversation this instant.

"While you were gone, Jodie nearly set the microwave on fire while she tried heating up a bowl of stew, and Vince thinks stirring occasionally means staring at the food until it cooks itself. This is why I think twice before letting them in." Mila then places the cupcakes in the oven while recalling the past, setting the timer and letting them bake, sighing as she finishes with her work. 

"It’s hard keeping everything in order, you know? Being the older sister isn't easy. Especially after Mom.."

"I know, Mila. You do a lot, more than you need to. And for this.. whatever you do, whatever happens, I’ll always be proud of you, it's a shame that I often have to go out of town to attend to my businesses, but there has never been a day that I have not missed you three." Adler paused a little, his voice slightly down with a tone of grief, looking at the ceiling as he wondered. 

"After your mother, Aleks passed away.. it feels so different.” Adler shook his head, his eyebrows knitting at the thought of his wife, who had passed away years ago, after giving birth to the siblings. “You all have your dreams, and I am definitely entitled to help you fulfill them. Though some days, it feels like a battle I can’t win.”

Mila listened quietly as Adler spoke about Mom. A lump formed in her throat, realizing that neither she, nor Jodie or Vince had gotten the chance to meet her.

"I sometimes doubted if I could ever be a good dad for you, after all of this. But I don't want it to seem that I call you all kids a curse to my family." Adler looks at Mila, with concern. "You’re all I have. If I ever lost you.. I don’t know what I'd do. I think I'd go insane."

"No, Dad.." Mila looks at Adler gently, with hurt but compassion. "You’re all we have. After mom, you're the only one who can shelter us from this horrible destiny we’re going through. You’ve given us everything, and we’ll always be grateful. We’re doing this together, just like how Mom wanted." Mila then hugs Russell, in which he hugs her back, sharing a heartfelt moment with each other.

For a couple of moments, there was a slight pause. To which Adler broke the silence. "I might have to go again, Mila."

Mila pulls back from the hug, looking up at her dad. "Again?"

"Yeah.. they said they wanted me to be present in a meeting with some other company. Though I even tried persuading them not to take me there, but these guys.. ugh, they won't let me breathe." Adler groans, rubbing his face in frustration. "But don't worry, I-I've asked Aunt Park to take care of you three, like the last time. She'll be there for you while I'm gone."

At the news of finding out that she and the rest would be left alone at home, she barely reacted. She was used to it by now, watching him pack his stuff, say his goodbyes, and disappear for weeks at a time. A part of her wondered if he was growing distant, but she quickly shoved the thought aside, understanding that their father has a lot of responsibilities to handle. Ever since their mother’s passing, everything had been in shambles. Someone had to keep things together, and if that meant taking on more responsibility, Mila was willing to do it.

"But how am I supposed to celebrate my birthday without you?" Mila's voice wavered as she shook her head, trying to hold back tears. Adler's chest tightened. He hadn't even realized how close the date was and he was now going to leave this early.

"I know your birthday is super close, Mila. But I'll try all my best.. to come back to you all, and celebrate with you." Adler pressed his hand against Mila's shoulder.

"These next few weeks are going to be hell for me." She murmured, barely above a whisper. She lowered her gaze and leaned on the counter, trying to control her emotions.

"Mila, I—" Before Adler could continue his sentence, he was cut off by another familiar presence. "Are you leaving again?"

Suddenly, the two turned to face Jodie, who had overheard their conversation.

"Dad, you promised you’d stay with us for a couple of months." Jodie walked towards him; her voice laced with concern.

"Jay, I understand, but—"

"No, Dad. You can't do this." Jodie’s voice wavered; her brows furrowed in frustration. "Can't you cancel the trip? Mila's birthday is coming up, and we can't do everything without you!"

"I understand your worry, Jodie. But, my—"

"You always care about nothing but this business of yours, dad!" Jodie snapped, her voice breaking.

"Jodie, go upstairs." Mila interjected gently, trying to diffuse the tension. "I'm handling this, not you."

"No, Em!" Jodie’s voice cracked; her fists clenched. "You always have been the one taking a stand for us, why do you have to carry everything alone? If he did care for you, he would stay here, not wanting you to bear the burden. I don't understand what kind of business Dad has that makes him ever so invested in there instead of us."

"Jodie, please!" Mila protested, trying to hold her younger sister back, as Adler watched her daughter take out all the frustration she had held within herself. She walks towards Jodie and holds her shoulders. "Please, listen to me. It's okay. He promised that he'll come back to us, he'll try his best. I know him, he would never miss the date."

"You're just making yourself feel better, Em. It's just Dad who is not able to understand." Jodie glared at Adler, clearly disappointed how their dad was now leaving at the time of her elder sister's upcoming birthday. Vincent, who thought to be asleep, was overhearing the conversation in the kitchen as well, but kept himself in secret, not wanting to face his father as well after knowing he was going to leave for town again.

Adler sighed deeply, shaking his head slowly, as if the words were too much to bear. "I didn’t want this." He murmured, more to himself than anyone else. "I never wanted to fall apart from you. But after losing Aleks, it.. it shattered me. And now.." He swallowed hard, his voice thick with regret. “I can’t even have the courage to face you all three, because I’m myself ashamed that I couldn’t be a good father for you."

"But we said we'll do this together, Dad. You don't always have to leave thinking we can handle everything.” Jodie groaned, trying to ignore everything for what’s happening, as her eyes started to brim with tears. “You’re not bringing this up ever again. “It’s.. it’s that I don’t know if you really love us or not.”

Adler sighed as he caressed her face. “I love you, Jodie. I love all of you. I’m so blessed to have you as my children. You’re the reason why I’m still alive, or my life would have ended the day your mother died. But, I promise. One day, this will all end, and I'll be back with you all, forever."

"You're just making this up again, are you?" Jodie said with pain and disbelief in her voice. Mila shook her head, holding onto her tears.

"I'm not." Adler gives a nod, his voice in assurance. "I promise. This will end, and we'll be together. Again."

A faint creak echoed through the room as the wind rattled the window. The warmth from the oven felt distant now, drowned out by the chill settling over them. Jodie and Mila share glances at each other, their eyes conveying the message. Mila furrows her eyebrows, persuading Jodie to let Adler go. Vincent could only spectate the chaos unfolding. Jodie stares at her dad, deeply exhaling as she casts her head down. "Fine, Dad. This is the last chance. After this, we'll not give you any."

Adler sighed in relief, with a smile. "Thank you, sweetie. Come, give Papa a hug." He opens his arms for Jodie to join him for a warm embrace, as she hugs him back tightly. Mila also joins them, wrapping her arms around him.

"We'll miss you again, Dad." Mila said softly, rubbing her face against her father's shoulder, sniffing to hold her tears. Jodie couldn't seem to hold onto them any longer, letting the tears out. Just then, Vincent comes out from his hiding, who had been overhearing the whole conversation, standing there watching the three. His eyes were filled with tears too, as Adler watched him in pain along with the others. Vince, who had no choice, came running to him and hugged him as well, sobbing uncontrollably.

After a moment of venting out their pain of seeing their father go apart from them once more, Adler breaks the silence, still holding onto the three. “I'll be leaving tomorrow. I'll just get my things ready, because I'd have to leave early in the morning.” He said softly, though his voice lacked the strength it usually carried knowing he was going to be separated from his children again.

"It's fine, Dad. We understand.." Vincent sighed, wiping his tears off. "While you're gone, we'll have the preparations ready."

"Don't forget to bring me gifts."

"My chocolate." Jodie adds with Mila's request.

"And my Dostoevsky books." Vincent too adds up in the list with the things they want Adler to come back with.

"The best ones I can find. You'll love them for sure." Adler chuckles as he keeps hugging the three, as the scene fades.

The next morning, Adler gets prepared for town, as Mila helps him in wearing his coat and Jodie gives him his glasses, as the father smiles at his two daughters. Vincent was waiting for Adler and the rest to come downstairs, walking back and forth as he wasn't ready to see his father leave. 

But, all of a sudden, his attention went towards the basement, as he stared at it for a good while, which made him wonder what even was in that basement that Dad didn't want to talk about. The curiosity was growing deep inside of the young’s mind. Checking to see if anybody was not watching, he walked towards it, and grabbed the handle, checking to see if it was locked or opened. Turns out, it was sealed shut, much to his disappointment.

“He must have kept the keys somewhere..” Vincent thought to himself. “What are you hiding, Dad?”

Quickly, Vincent regains his composure as he hears the footsteps. Adler walks down the stairs, seeing Vincent who was waiting for him. “Oh, Vincent. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“No, Dad.. it’s alright, let’s just go.” Vincent shakes his head, stepping out of the house.

Cabs rarely passed through the road that led them to the city, since the area they lived was not a busy road, barely any soul dare to come there. But it seemed more like a peaceful place to live in, with no worry of noises or traffic, living and connecting with nature. 

The street was pretty silent, but they waited patiently as the wind gently blew on their faces. A part of them did recall not letting Adler go, but they didn't want their Dad to also let go of his responsibilities that do still keep them intact. Finally, a cab was coming its way towards them, Vincent waved at the coming vehicle, as it slowed down next to them, whereas Adler faced the three siblings for the last time.

Timmy, their dog whined sadly, watching Adler go for town again. For the fact, Timmy dearly loved Adler too, like the siblings. The way he’d wag his tail when he’d see the man, and would jump on him excitedly, happy to see him back. But, seeing him leave again, broke his heart as he slightly bowed down, Jodie comforting him as she petted his head.

"Take care of yourselves."

"We're not children, Dad. We've been through this before." Jodie rolled her eyes, hearing Adler chuckles at his daughter's sarcastic remark.

“But you’re still a child, Jay.” Adler pointed.

"No one holds this family together the way Mila does. Not after what Mom left behind. She keeps everything going, even when she's sick, even when she’s exhausted. You don’t see it, but I do." Jodie continues.

"I too want to be equally responsible for what I do, Dad. I want to be just as responsible as her. Maybe you never really wondered what your eldest daughter is going through, and what it costs her to stay strong. But I see it. And maybe one day.." She paused, her voice quieter now. "I'll take it all on myself. Just so she doesn’t have to."

Adler was pretty silent on Jodie's response, but tried to brush his concerns away because there was no time for a bitter farewell. "Anyways, second, I don't want any of you to try to open or step inside that basement. Because there's?"

"A curse." Vincent rolled his eyes. "Kind of stupid but fine."

"And lastly, don’t forget to feed Timmy at times."

"Got it." Vincent gave a small nod, but his curiosity piqued him constantly, the urge in him to investigate the basement was slowly growing stronger. Timmy suddenly woofed.

“And as I always say, don't—"

"Burn the house down." The three said in unison, promising not to cause any more chaos in his absence. Adler gives a warm smile, nodding in acceptance.

"That's more like it." Adler opens the door of the cab, stepping inside the vehicle with his suitcase, shutting the door and opening the window pane, offering a one last message before he leaves. "See you in a few days."

“Oh, and one more thing.” Suddenly, Adler thought of something as he looked at his children again. “I heard there's been some issues with the signal and telephone lines recently and the hills don't help. Don't be surprised if it doesn't work at any point or the signal gets lost, it should be resolved in a day or two."

Mila gives a nod with a sly smile, holding onto the hope that her dad would come back soon. She has always been the person to hold onto some kind of optimism that even in her Dad's absence, she understands how hard it must have been for him to go through all the stress after their mother's death, something which does give her the reason to sympathize with her father.

He may not be perfect. But he was their Dad, and always will.

“And lastly, do keep the candles burning for me.” Adler smiles before he shuts the window close, preparing to leave.

The cab then accelerates, taking him away as the three wave him goodbye. The cab was long gone, slowly disappearing from their sights as they still stared at the running vehicle. They turned away, making their way back home until Jodie coughed, slightly wheezing as if she lost some air. Timmy looked up at her, his tail wagging as he was curious to know what happened to her.

"Woah, Jay you're good?" Vincent asked, with concern when Jodie held her chest.

"I'm fine, it’s just a cough." Jodie cleared her throat, coughing a little more again.

"Maybe the smoke of the vehicle might have irritated her lungs for a bit. She'll be good anyway.” Mila adds as they walk their way back, her gaze briefly shifting to the street ahead, before turning back.

But this was just the beginning of it all.

END OF PROLOGUE

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[unmotivatedartistry]

more of the babygirl???!!!!

guess who found the lasso fill tool on csp.... yeah meeeeee.....coping bc my dad is changing my hard drive on my pc so i cant play cod cold war. drawing to cope.

alsoso many hcs in this one. read below/

ok so this is . um . pretend bell totally survived getting fuckin shot by adler like fuck you bro serously umm ueah

So!! He wears Adler's jackets for the most part. Or, well, the two he got from Adler because Adler wears damn good clothes and fuck you, he so would fashion Bell up because he would not be able to stand him otherwise. He wears Adler's jackets. because i said so

Also i. His mask stained with blood around his eye my beloved... I know that the intracerebral injections probably wouldn't make his eye bleed (definitely not THAT much even if it did) but I love the look. I just . Please I need it on him

Also after escaping, he definitely keeps injecting himself with LSD/MDMA/ whatever MKUltra used on him. Which. Btw. Side rant. ADLER INJECTED SO FUCKING MUCH INTO HIM. I was drawing for another bell drawing and I was checking out how much he injected into him roughly by guessing the syringe and which marker and through like an hour of staring at things I deemed it like ~3.5mg I THINK. I assume it's LSD because that's what was commonly used in the MKUltra project IRL, right. people who recreationally use LSD use only 0.05-0.2 mg. Bell got over x30 that dose. it's not near lethality dose but that's fucking mental btw. also for reference a regular syringe for regular medicine only holds max like around 3 mg. imagine all of that being injected into your BRAIN. poor bell man. but alsothat's so much(plus isn't he drugged like 24/7 by adler during the campaign????) that i'd be shocked if he doesn't have a dependency on it afterwards.

i have so many more thoughts about him but this is it for this drawing toodles

[felworthless]

cold war dump

[frankwoodsmalewife]

Yeah

[mcqraw]

[raniamich]

My time to shine lmao

Black Ops Cold War Character Sexuality Headcanons

Our opinions might not match but let's all be civil to each other! We're all a big lovely family 😭🖤

NATO

Russell Adler : Bisexual, preference for men, especially after his divorce. He felt like a relationship with a woman wasn't what he truly desired.

John Baker : Closeted Homosexual. His family was most likely full of stereotypes so he tried to swallow his true desires.

Lawrence Sims : Pan. Big Pan Vibes. Probably trying to get Baker to come out as well.

Lazar Azouley : Heterosexual, huge LGBT supporter

Helen Park : Bisexual, preference for women yet Lazar's an exception.

Jason Hudson : Probably Pan but won't admit anything. He's a big mystery

Alex Mason : Bi, had no idea until Vorkuta and well, Woods later on

Frank Woods : Bi, figured it out during his early military days. Loves Alex Mason with all his heart and soul but never truly admitted it, afraid he might ruin their friendship

Grigori Weaver : Bi, loves men and women and supports everyone. Grigori my beloved

Dimitri Belikov : Probably Asexual but supports everyone with love, affection and hugs

Zeyna Ossou : Heterosexual, yet not really looking for a relationship. Loves only Formula One and other race cars. Okay, maybe Bulldozer too.

Wyatt "Bulldozer" Jones : Bi, preference to women, extremely cute and sweet to everyone.

Samantha Maxis : Not sure, I think Bisexual with a preference to women

Raptor One : Bisexual, preference to men and a certain Grigori Weaver.

Kwan Song : Heterosexual, is cute, loves everyone equally.

Jason Hunter : Heterosexual, supports everyone.

Warsaw Pact

Vikhor "Stitch" Kuzmin : Big bi energy. Had no idea the desire for men existed until his first days in rebirth but now, especially after the gulag, acknowledges and embraces it.

Kapano "Naga" Vang : Slightly asexual, probably extremely horny though. Has a crush on Stitch and isn't afraid to flirt. Kapano my beloved.

Maxim Antonov : Bisexual, no preference, definitely had a relationship with a man during his Mafia days probably avoided it during his Spetsnaz time. Likes Portnova, Stitch and Beck probably try to get them together.

Ingo Beck : Gay. Big Gay. Currently crushing on a certain guy wearing a sock in his head and a heavy British accent

Harry Stone : Bisexual, had no idea. Used to like Helen Park, now has shifted his attention to a certain German. Make me proud Harry, ily

Yirina Portnova : Heterosexual, big LGBT stan, probably Beck's wingwoman. He'd do the same for her.

Freya "Wraith" Helvig : Big Bi, calls Knight Moto Moto just for fun, has slept with him just for fun, is a queen, I love her.

Roman "Knight" Gray : Heterosexual, loves hearing Wraith joking around, can't land a woman but is certainly having fun

Owethu "Jackal" Mabuza : Asexual, is here to have fun, supports everyone with his big pride energy outfits.

Jada Powers : Bisexual Queen

Sebastian Vargas : Heterosexual, supports everyone though.

Mendo Garcia : Doesn't know, probably doesn't care either.

Perseus : Pan, loves his LGBT comrades. Most of them.

[gaming-universe]

Who We Are || Russell Adler

Call of Duty Black Ops: Cold War

-PART FOUR-

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR CALL OF DUTY BLACK OPS: COLD WAR! IF YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED/FINISHED THE CAMPAIGN THEN PLEASE DONT READ! Gore, violence, course language, mature content.

Summary: Betrayed and alone after surviving the events that took place on the Solovetsky Islands, Y/n ‘Bell’ L/n faces new and more dangerous threats when she learns that Perseus has other plans for his failed nuclear detonation of Europe. It was only a matter of time before Y/n came face to face with her old team. There is unfinished business between Y/n and Adler, as this operation proves to be more deadly than originally thought.

Author’s Note: So, after finishing the campaign, I needed to do Bell/Player and Adler justice. I loved this game so much, and chosing to play as the female character, I felt like there was a genuine connection between Bell and Adler throughout the game. There is a tag list open for anyone that wishes to stay up to date with the series. Simply comment below. Gif by @travelllar (Girl I’m using all your gifs they are absolutely amazing)

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Another day, another sleepless night.

It was 5am, the sky a light deep blue, and the last of the Soviet soldiers were leaving town. They had searched almost every square inch of this small fishing village, searching for anyone that might be harboring the ones who broke into their base. You thanked whatever god there was that they seemed to forget about Viktor’s house, which was practically veiled by the night sky on a hill below the lighthouse.

You had been awake since one that morning, watching the Soviet soldiers busy about the town like flies on a wound. As dawn broke, you sighed heavily, closing your tired eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose. Your head throbbed painfully from the lack of sleep, but between your nightmares, reoccuring memories and the ruckas of the soldiers, you doubted you would have slept much at all anyway.

The door to the house opened softly, followed by light footsteps as they moved behind you to stand on your left. You didn’t have to turn to see who it was, the familiar stench of cigar smoke almost made you choke. You could see Adler in your peripherals just fine, you rolled your eyes in mild annoyance. “Do you always have to wear those aviators?” You found yourself asking, as the man in question began to chuckle. You heard him sigh “No, I don’t always have to wear them”.

“Do you have to wear them at 5am in the morning?”

“I suppose not-”

“Good, because you look stupid”.

Adler laughed again, releasing a stream of smoke from his lips as he shook his head in amusement. But doing as you had somewhat suggested, Adler removed his aviators, and hooked them over one of the open buttons of his shirt. The two of you stood in silence, watching as the sky began to turn an early morning grey. Adler huffed more smoke “Did you sleep last night?” He questioned lowly, now leaning his back against the white wooden railing and turning his head towards you.

Looking at him from the corner of your eye, you merely shrugged. “I don’t sleep much, not anymore...” You replied smoothly, now wishing that you had never said anything to begin with. You focused your gaze forward again as Adler’s expression fell, he brought the cigar to his lips. You watched as the waves danced in the early morning sunlight, remembering what is was like to be at their mercy. Adler moved closer to your form, flinching slightly as he watched your hands clench into tight fists. You flexed your fingers with a small wince, a sense of pride washing over you as you examined your bruised knuckles.

“How is your jaw?”

“Fucking sore, but thanks for asking”.

You laughed. A soft, genuine laugh as you finally turned to meet Adler’s gaze. His blue hues stared down into your (eye/colour) eyes with a mixture of emotions. His lips parted slightly as he went to speak, clearing his throat awkwardly. “I know you hate me, for everything I have done to you. Nothing I do will ever make up for the amount of shit I have put you through, but you have no idea how hard it was for me to do what I had to do...” He began, his grip on his cigar tightening. “I didn’t want to kill you, I really didn’t. But Park convinced me that killing you was better than the other option-”.

“And what would the other option have been?” You interrupted, folding your arms over your chest. Adler’s jaw clenched, “Letting you go through life not knowing who you were”. You scoffed loudly, stepping away from the taller man before you as you shook your head in disbelief. “She really convinced you that killing me was better than that!? Sure, I might not have ever figured out who I was before, but what was it you said to me after Cuba? ‘The CIA re-invented me’. I could have started a new life, Adler, and you fucking took that away from me” You growled, your eyes narrowing dangerously as you practically seethed with anger.

You paused for a moment to breathe, brushing stray strands of hair from your face as the wind blew in. There was so much more you wanted to say to him, so much you wanted to curse him for.

“Last night you asked me if I regretted it. If I regretted shooting you that day...” Adler spoke softly, almost painfully as his eyes suddenly became a darker shade of blue. “I regretted it, every single goddamned day afterward. And do you want to know why? Because a part of me hoped that you were alive. After you fell I...I hoped to god that you would resurface, that you would have survived that fall. But as the days went by, I realised you weren’t coming back, and that affected me, Y/n, it really did. When Woods and Mason found heard about what I did, they left, and you have no idea how pissed off Hudson was when he found out-”

“I would say just as pissed off as when he discovered that I was the Perseus Agent willing to defect and help the CIA take him down”.

Adler froze, his eyes widening significantly. For the first time in what you assumed was a long time, Adler was speechless. He stared at you completely dumbfounded, his mouth opening and closing as he searched for something to say. “I...w-what are you-”

“A few days before the whole incident at the airstrip, I sent an enrypted message to the CIA, telling them that I was willing to cooperate and answer any questions they might have had in regards to Perseus in exchange for asylum. I guess my message didn’t reach you in time-”

“But, if you were...” Adler trailed off, once again trying to make sense of things “Why didn’t you tell us? When we found you-”

“Things got a lot more complicated when Arash shot me, I think defecting was the last thing on my mind as I lay bleeding out in that car” You finished explaining, shivering slightly at the cool breeze. Adler hadn’t said a word since you finished your long explaination. He paced back and forth, running a hand along the back of his neck as he sighed heavily. You felt yourself tremble as his gaze focused on your form, he looked at you differently.

He looked at you the same way Mason had before Cuba, with pity, sadness, and empathy. “Y/n I...I’m so sorry, if I-” “Don’t apologise...” You interrupted, shrugging your shoulders awkwardly “I’m not mad about that. Actually, I am, but that isn’t the main issue”. Adler nodded, trying to regain his composure with a long draw of his cigar. You buried your hands beneath your arms, not wanting the man before you to notice their trembling. Clearing your throat, you averted your gaze back out to sea “Did you want to talk about last night, or did you want to wait for Woods and Mason?” You asked, trying to hide the slight shakiness of your voice.

You heard Adler sigh, “Y/n, I have to call Hudson. He needs to hear everything from us, and he will no doubt want to hear everything from you”.

Your blood turned to ice, a cold shiver running down your spine at his words. Call Hudson? You felt your stomach churn uneasily, you swallowed thickly and nervously. There was no way of telling how Hudson would react, how he would-

“Y/n...” Adler spoke softly, now standing before you with his eyes searching your distant expression for anything. Something that would give him an insight into what was going on in that head of yours. You turned to face him, looking up at him sadly. “You do what you need to do. But I just-”

“I know, I’ll take care of it. You can trust me-”

“Can I? Can I trust you?”

When Adler’s expression fell, you felt a strange sense of guilt consume you. You didn’t mean to be so hesitant toward him, you didn’t mean to be careful with who you trusted. But after everything that had been done to you...after everything that had happened...

You froze as Adler moved to step around you, your body becoming rigid as something warm was draped over your shoulders. It was then that you realised you had been shaking violently, and that Adler had given you his beloved brown leather jacket. You quickly spun around to face him, managing to catch the fleeting smile he gave you. Then you knew.

Adler understood. He understood where you were coming from. That you needed time to trust him again. “Like you said last night...” He began softly, giving you a barely there smile “no more lies, no more bullshit. Take things in your own time, but I want that jacket back, got it?”. With that being said, Adler turned slowly and made his way back inside, leaving you alone on the wooden terrace. When you were sure he was gone, you wrapped Adler’s jacket around your form tightly and collapsed to your knees, crying softly as strange, compassionate feelings overtook your worry, anxiety and guilt.

When you had calmed down, you leaned back against the wooden railing, letting your head rest against the wooden slats as you breathed deeply. You tried to ignore the scent of Adler’s jacket filling your nose, a mixture of old leather combined with cigar smoke and some kind of cologne.

As the sun began to peak through the grey clouds blanketing the islands, you decided that it was best for you to head inside. You still had the matters of last night to discuss, as well as the oh so joyous anticipation of waiting for Hudson to arrive.

After changing into more comfortable and warmer clothes, you begrudgingly gave Adler back his jacket, giving him a warm smile in thanks before disappearing into the living room. 

Woods and Mason were playing poker with Viktor, and losing horribly. “How the fuck did you manage to get another royal flush?” Woods complained, this his cards down atop the coffee table with an annoyed groan “I swear you’ve rigged the damn thing”. Viktor chuckled, gathering his winnings with a sly wink in your direction as you passed. “When you have played this game for as long as I have, you learn all the tricks of the trade” He responded, as Woods threw his hands out in exasperation.

You watched on from the far wall, grinning as Mason caught your gaze. He waved you over “Hey Y/n, did you want to join us?” He asked, to which you shook you head with an amused scoff. “No thanks, I would like to keep my money-” “Wuss...” Woods teased “I’ll play for you” “No, I’m good thank you, but I appreciate the offer”.

Woods groaned again as Mason laughed, while Viktor practically bled them both dry. Adler emerged from the kitchen, moving to stand by your side. “Adler, lend me some money, I need beat this old man at least once!” Woods exclaimed, gesturing towards Viktor with an extended hand. Adler shook his head “No, I’m not doing that” He replied, glaring at Woods’ obscene gesture thrown in his direction. You chuckled quietly, looking up at the man beside you with a small shrug. “How did you go?” You asked, not liking the way his gaze fell. He huffed “Hudson has a few things to take care of in Washington before he gets here, but he plans on arriving sometime tonight”.

“Well, I guess we can’t really do anything until we inform him of what is going on then?”.

“We can prepare what we are going to say? Combine our knowledge”.

You nodded hesitantly “I really don’t know much. But whatever those soldiers were doing up there is in relation to something called Operation Hyrda”. The entire living room fell silent, as all eyes now focused on you. “Operation Hydra? What the hell is that?” Mason asked, his eyes narrowing in confusion. You sighed “From what I’ve remembered, Operation Hydra is a failsafe for Operation Greenlight. Reading that name back in that bunker triggered something. All I know so far, is that Perseus and I are the only ones who know of the failsafe”.

“And because we brainwashed you, you can’t remember what this Operation Hyrda entails” Adler interrupted, his eyes remaining trained on your smaller form. You nodded as Adler cursed, cringing at his dangerous tone “I’m trying to remember, if that helps-”

“I know you are, we’ll figure it out” Adler spoke distantly, before once again disappearing back into the kitchen. You sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose with a groan. If only you could remember something, even if it was small. Every little detail counted right? A gentle hand was placed on your shoulder, causing you to flinch as your eyes lifted to meet the warm expression of Mason. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up about this...” He soothed “it’s not your fault you can’t remember”.

“I know, but knowing that I’m missing something important is just...” You paused, breathing deeply in through your nose and out through your mouth “I feel so fucking useless”.

“You might feel like that now, but it won’t always be like this...” Woods spoke solemnly from his position on the couch. “Sure, it might take you a while to remember things, but you will get there. Just don’t be so hard on yourself, alright?”. You nodded slowly, allowing his words to sink in. Though Woods did have a point, you couldn’t help but feel like a burden to the team.

As your lips parted to respond, there was a sharp knock at the door. Your head tilted to the side in confusion, your gaze meeting Woods and Masons’ who wore similar expressions. Adler emerged from the kitchen, carefully moving past you and Mason towards the front of the door. You waited anxiously as two voices echoed down into the living room. As footsteps approached, your body became rigid as Adler moved past you to stand on the other side of the room, followed by a woman you knew all too well.

Her midnight hair was slightly longer, but her brown eyes widened upon landing on your form before her expression hardened. All you could do was glare at Park, as she stood in the doorway to the living room.

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Chemical Defect (The 100 AU)

This is an Adlock / Clexa / Supercorp AU, and there is no excuse for this AU other than my apparent compulsive need to make one GIANT crossover of my 3 most beloved OTPs. 

Also, I know not everyone likes these ships (especially with all my experience as an Adlock shipper) but please don’t shit on my AU if you don’t ship them. You don’t have to read it if you don’t want to. I’m really just putting this up because it just will NOT get out of my fucking head!!!! and I need to be able to focus again.

So, basically an AU where Lexa is an Adlock child. Title is from Sherlock’s whole Love is a “chemical defect found in the losing side”. Which is basically a variant of Lexa’s “love is weakness”.

I adore Irene Adler, and I can’t get it out of my head that she’s Lexa’s birth mother, especially since The 100 never actually shows Lexa’s parents or gives any background from before Lexa became Commander. Here’s my Irene in this AU:

Not too much of a stretch to see her as Lexa’s birth mother. Also, their personalities are quite similar. They both have a commanding presence. They’re both highly intelligent, ruthless, calculating, and make an art form out of compartmentalizing emotions. And they’re just both really badass. Also, CHEEKBONES.

So, here we go...

As in the show, 97 years after nuclear war ravaged the earth, and rendered it supposedly uninhabitable, there are 3 groups of survivors:

The Mountain People/Maunon, who live in Mt. Weather, a bunker facility where diplomats and high ranking officials were kept. Three generations on, this is where Irene, Sherlock, John, Mary, Mycroft, Lestrade and Molly all grow up together. 

The Grounders, descendants of people who survived the apocalypse outside Mt Weather. In the show, the higher ups at Mt Weather kidnapped Grounders to use their blood (Harvest Project), since they have the immunity to radiation that the Maunon do not.

The Sky People/Skaikru, descendants of the people who survived the apocalypse in the space shuttle, the Ark.

Anyway, when Irene is in her early 20s, she and Sherlock find out about the Harvest Project, which was initiated by Mt. Weather’s President, Dante Wallace (in my hc, he was quite ruthless and cold as a young man, but became remorseful with age)

Irene distracts Dante Wallace, pretending to ally herself with him, while Sherlock investigates the experiments and tries to find out how to stop them without endangering their fellow Mountain people. Mycroft is part of the President’s advisory council and tries to deter Sherlock’s investigation.

Sherlock brings John and Mary into the investigation but doesn't tell them about’s Irene ruse because of course, John can't keep a secret. They both just think Irene betrayed them all by forming an alliance with Wallace.

Soon, rumors spread that Irene and Dante are lovers, which worsens this betrayal, and even Sherlock is affected by this.

Things accelerate when Irene finds out she's pregnant. Dante thinks the baby is his. Sherlock, plagued by doubt and jealousy, isn't sure what to think.

He thinks, and on some level, knows, that it's his. But there's that kernel of doubt - the grit in the lens - that says it's not. So he forces their hand and reveals to Dante that he knows about the Harvest Project.

This is extremely unfortunate because several months into the pregnancy, Irene discovers that the baby she's carrying has a genetic mutation.

In the show, the Grounders have a Commander, whose spirit they believe is passed from one Heda (Commander) to another. The Spirit/Flame is actually an AI that gets implanted in them

All Commanders, however, are born with black blood (they have to be, for the AI to work inside them). They're called Nightbloods / Natblidas.

During the course of the pregnancy, Irene (with Molly’s help) discovers that the baby is a Nightblood. Maybe a near miscarriage reveals this, when Irene starts bleeding black blood mixed with red, I dunno.

It's unprecedented, a child descended from Mountain people, having Nightblood. Irene knows that she can't deliver the baby inside Mt Weather, because the minute Dante and the others from the Harvest Project find out that Irene is growing a Natblida in her uterus, they'll want to experiment with her and the baby

Also, in my hc, carrying a Nightblood gives Irene an immunity to radiation (don’t ask me why, I have no idea what the fuck is going on in this AU). What this means is, unlike the other Mountain people (including Sherlock and Dante and the others), Irene can actually walk out of Mt Weather without suffering the effects of radiation

So, Irene reluctantly goes to Mycroft for help to escape Mt. Weather, and Mycroft reluctantly helps her (because it’s family, and the kid is his niece).

Irene flees Mt Weather and Sherlock is arrested. Outside the mountain, Irene meets a young native Grounder, Anya of the Trikru clan. I haven't thought up how yet, but she saves Anya's life. In return, Anya hides her until she gives birth.

^^(Though Anya would probably be much younger when she met Irene)

In the meantime, Dante has Sherlock arrested and wants to execute him, but Mycroft persuades him not to kill Sherlock, but imprison him instead

Dante then begins to hunt for Irene outside, and as he closes in on her, Irene begs Anya to take the Nightblood baby and hide her from the Maunon (the people from Mt Weather)

Before Irene is captured she gives Anya a sigil (from a necklace she got from her own mother) and asks her to give it to the baby.

It’s the one on Lexa’s forehead: she later wore it there when she was chosen as Heda

Anyway, Irene is captured but she's critically injured in the process and ends up in a coma. Mycroft tells Sherlock she's dead. He also destroys all evidence of the baby being a Nightblood, and for Sherlock's safety, all evidence of his investigation against the harvesting

John and Mary are effectively scared into silence when Rosie is threatened (yes, Rosie is in this). I’m thinking, maybe Mycroft told John that Sherlock was dead too, not just imprisoned, to deter him from investigating as well.

Outside the mountain, Anya takes the Nightblood baby to the Trikru clan, names her Lexa (Alexandria after her older sister), and when she's old enough, brings her before the present Commader so she can join the guild of young Natblidas

When Lexa gets older, Anya begins training her as a warrior, and Lexa becomes her Second.

There are 12 Grounder clans and they were all at war at the time young Lexa joins the guild of Nightbloods

When the Commander dies around the time Lexa is 11 or 12, she gets chosen as Heda when she beats all the other Nightbloods at a Conclave (literally a fight to the death in which she's the only survivor; this is canonical in the show, including Lexa’s age).

Upon her Ascension Day as Heda, Lexa begins to unite the 12 Grounder clans under a single Coalition.

Except when she's around 15 or 16, she meets this girl, Costia, and she falls in love. Lexa is utterly devoted to her

BUT one of the Clans, the Azgeda (Ice Nation) is resistant to Lexa's Coalition. The Ice Queen, Nia, kidnaps Costia, tortures her, beheads her and delivers Costia’s head to Lexa’s bedside.

This is where Lexa begins to see that "Love is weakness" and becomes hardened to emotions. Despite Costia’s murder, she extends an alliance to Queen Nia, because it will unite the clans and prevent further loss of life.

As in the show, the space shuttle, where the Sky People live, is running out of supplies and oxygen after almost 100 years in space. So to see if the Earth is inhabitable, they send 100 juvenile delinquents to Earth.

Long story short, once they land on earth, one of the Delinquents becomes the leader. Clarke Griffin:

But at some point, Clarke gets captured by people from Mt Weather, who try and experiment on her to see if they can use Sky People for the Harvest Project too

In Mt Weather, Clarke meets Anya (who was captured by the Harvest Project too). They form a reluctant alliance, and try to get out. While trying to escape, they discover the Harvest Project, as well as Irene. Anya recognizes her.

I don’t know how but Clarke manages to wake her up, and Clarke gets the message to Sherlock that Irene is alive and they all attempt to escape Mt. Weather

Unfortunately, Anya gets killed in the attempt. Before she dies, Anya tells Clarke about the Commander who was once her Second, and that she needs to build a truce with the Heda to keep her and the Sky People and the Trikru safe from Mt Weather

In the meantime, Lexa sends 300 Trikru warriors to neutralize the threat of the Sky People (I mean, from the Grounders' POV, a piece of the sky just dropped down in their lands, bringing 100 potentially dangerous strangers in their midst; Lexa has to answer that threat)

So, anyway, the Mountain People (Irene and company) strike a deal with the Sky People, to help them free all the people in Mt Weather (cos there were other Sky People there) in exchange for blood transfusions, to enable the Maunon (Sherlock and the rest, Irene is still immune), to survive outside until their bodies adjust to the radiation

And since there are both Skaikru and Trikru trapped in Mt Weather, Clarke approaches Lexa for a truce.

So in the show, their alliance is a very fragile one, Lexa and the Trikru being ruthless and distrustful of strangers for their own survival (their clan motto is Jus drein Jus daun "blood must have blood"). A lot of shit happens.

The Mountain People and the Skaikru think the Trikru are savages. But also there’s bad blood especially, between Lexa and the Mountain People because Mt Weather has been kidnapping her people and harvesting them for blood.

When Irene, Sherlock and the rest of the Mountain people first approach Lexa with Clarke to help them bring down Mt Weather with minimum casualties, there's a scene where Irene tells Lexa what happened. That she had a baby who was born a Nightblood, and that her hope is to find her daughter.

Irene immediately recognizes Lexa on their first meeting when she sees the sigil on her forehead. But Irene knows she can't tell Lexa the truth yet on their first meeting, because she wouldn't believe her. Also because of Lexa's animosity towards Mt Weather.

Instead, to prove that she had indeed given birth to a Nightblood, Irene slices her own hand open in front of Lexa to show the black blood mixing with her own red blood

This is older Irene, btw:

In the show, Clarke and Lexa grow closer as they plan their assault on Mt weather. They're basically teenage girls called to lead their people,  with enormous responsibilities on their shoulders

Lexa, has been Heda longer than Clarke has been leading the Skaikru, so she offers Clarke advice. At times, the lessons she teaches Clarke are harsh and ruthless, but as she tells Clarke one has to make tough decisions to be a good leader, one her people look up to

One of my favorite scenes in the show is when she tells Clarke "The truth is, we must look into the eyes of our warriors every day and say, 'Go die for me'."

There’s a mutual respect between them and even if Clarke feels that Lexa's decisions are harsh, she knows they're right. That they have to make sacrifices in war for the greater good of their people

In the show, Lexa eventually betrays Clarke. On the night of their assault, Lexa and Clarke get separated, and one of the men in Mt Weather offers Lexa a deal, to get the Trikru inside out safely without casualties, if she'll deliver Clarke and the Skaikru to him. She took the deal, because it results in no casualties for her or her warriors or the Trikru hostages. As she says, Clarke would have done the same thing. Lexa leaves them at the Mt Weather, and Clarke is forced to irradiate everyone inside

I DO have a version where this happens, BUT for this AU, I prefer my other version, WITHOUT the betrayal because I just need to give my little baby gays a hug:

They develop a plan of attack that gets the Trikru and Skaikru out alive. (I feel like with Irene and Sherlock's help in there too, they could achieve that). It helps that Mycroft is still inside and quite high up the chain of command in Mt Weather.

As a compromise, since they helped take down Mt Weather, Lexa spares them (Sherlock, Irene, Mycroft and everyone else who helped) and all the children. Everyone else she has killed in a giant pyre.

They begin talks to make Skaikru (and the surviving Maunon) the 13th clan in Lexa's Coalition.

Lexa takes Clarke and several of the Skaikru/Maunon delegation (including Irene and Sherlock) to Polis (the Coalition’s capital city) to seal the alliance.

Quite a few things happen in Polis. 

First off, Lexa names Clarke the Ambassador for the Skaikru, and Irene the Ambassador for the Maunon. (The scene where Clarke kneels to Lexa, hell yeah, that’s happening).

THIS most definitely happens:

Also, shortly after this (because I keep wanting to spoil Lexa’s happiness), I have a scene where Irene tells Lexa the truth about her.

"That child I spoke of in our first meeting,” Irene’s voice is cautious. Quiet but firm. “The Nightblood child I bore and surrendered in exchange for her life..." Lexa holds her breath. Everything freezes, and she knows what the Maunon will say even before she speaks the next words. "Do you know the name of the Trikru girl I left her with?" Lexa holds up a hand, to stem the flow of words that make dread settle in her stomach. But Irene forges on. "Her name was Anya kom Trikru. She promised to care for my little girl. She promised to protect her with her life." Lexa whirls around, dagger in her hand, its tip pressed against the older woman's throat before she has even finished speaking. "Lies!" Lexa hisses, her eyes flashing dangerously. She has killed bigger prey than this slender Maunon with her fragile body unhardened by the harsh punishment of Trikru lands. "All lies!" Irene’s eyes are calm, displaying the same unshakable certainty that Lexa so often exudes with her own gaze. "You can kill me, but you know the truth. Just as I knew it when I first saw you, sitting on your throne with that sigil I left Anya on your forehead. I was so proud to know you were my daughter, just as I am proud of you now..." Lexa grits back tears as she presses the dagger's tip closer, but her tears are not summoned by affection or pride, but by denial. She all but spits out the next words at the older woman "You lie! I am not Maunon!"

Sherlock interrupts them before Lexa can harm Irene, bringing news that an Azgeda messenger has come with a message from Nia.

The Ice Nation disagrees with the Skaikru/Maunon becoming the 13th clan, and even though they brought down Mt Weather, the Azgeda see it as a weakness on Lexa's part - her teaming up with Clarke and the Mountain People and the Sky People to accomplish this. 

Also, her sparing some of the Mountain people is also seen by the Azgeda as weakness (since "blood must have blood")

Also, Queen Nia's always been out to destroy Lexa and wrestle control of the Coalition from her (which is why she killed Costia) so she's just looking for a way to ruin her

Nia sends some of her Azgeda soldiers to attack and kill Lexa. Lexa is shot in the chest with a gun, to make it seem as if it was a move from one of the Skaikru or the Mountain People (Grounders don't have guns) and she falls down a very high waterfall (no, not Reichenbach)

Everyone thinks she's dead. Including Clarke

(Because of course all Adlock children must "die" and come back to life at some point, otherwise their DNA is questioned)

Clarke is wrecked, after what happened to Lexa. But she knows she has to make sure that the Coalition and her people are safe.

In the show, Lexa trains her own guild of Nightbloods, to succeed her as Commander upon her death

In one version of this AU, Lexa's favored successor is an 8 year old Nightblood named Lena

(Because of course I need Supercorp in this as well)

Lena is Lexa's most promising Nightblood. She's a little prodigy, just like Lexa was. She has a sharp, strategic mind, she’s been training with her fellow Natblidas since she was a little girl and is quite mature for her age. Lexa sees a bit of herself in Lena, when she was that age.

I have a scene where Lena and Kara are playing together, along with the other Skaikru kids (Alex, Winn, and James. I’ve decided Brainy is a Mt Weather kid. Nia is Trikru and Sam is maybe Azgeda), and Lexa appoints Lena as her temporary successor in Polis before they attacked Mt Weather, which I might post later (this thing is getting too long as it is).

Upon Lexa's "death", Lena is appointed successor to protect Polis until the Conclave can begin, and a new Commander is chosen

But since little Lena doesn't have the Commander's Flame (the AI, which is still in Lexa's body), her power in Polis and the Coalition is fragile, so Clarke rushes to help her.

Lexa made all her Natblidas promise to honor her alliance with the Skaikru and the Mountain People, so Clarke has to protect Lena's place as the new Heda to secure it

Sherlock, Irene and John join the hunt to find Lexa's body, ostensibly so the Commander's Flame can be secured. But actually, Sherlock and Irene are still hopeful they can find Lexa alive (even though it seems impossible she could have survived the fall) and they bring John with them because he's a doctor

Molly and Mary stay behind to offer Clarke support and protection (respectively). Clarke decides to make a deal with the Ice Nation for safety of the Skaikru and the Maunon, as well as the rest of the Coalition.

Molly asks her why she's making a deal with the woman who had Lexa killed. Clarke responds "I'm doing what Lexa would have wanted. The same thing she did when her lover was killed by the Ice Nation. She would want her people to be safe."

Irene and Sherlock manage to find Lexa and rescue her from the waterfall. John has to dig the bullet out of her and stitch her up. He insists that she needs to rest, but Lexa is determined to go back to Polis. The other three accompany her.

Meanwhile, Clarke is attacked in another ruse by Nia, who knows that as Lena’s self-appointed protector, she is the biggest obstacle to the her takeover of Polis.

Basically, Lexa returns from the dead by saving Clarke SEE VID 1 (let’s just imagine those are Azgeda attacking her; I just need a badass return for my baby without actually KILLING her off): 

After it’s revealed that Lexa has “come back to life”, she calls out Nia as a traitor and issues a challenge to end their conflict. Nia summons her son, Roan to fight Lexa for her. (Also, that scene where Lexa says “I am the Commander. No one fights for me.” oh yeah, that’s totally happening) SEE VID 2

VID 1

VID 2

Yeah, so Nia dies. Titus dies (cos fuck you Titus, I might just have Irene kill him). AND THAT’S IT.  NONE OF MY BABIES DIE! LEXA IS HEDA AGAIN, LENA EVENTUALLY SUCCEEDS HER (at some point), KARLENA/SUPERCORP WILL EVENTUALLY BECOME A THING (that’s a whole ‘nother story, fuck) AND CLEXA CAN HAVE ALL THE SMUTTY SMUT THEY WANT WITHOUT ONE OF THEM GETTING KILLED OFF FIVE SECONDS LATER!

OH MY GOD, I finally got all of it out in one fucking long-ass post. At least I think that’s everything. I might post that scene with little Lena and Kara later, and then hopefully I will be rid of this AU for now. Congrats to you if you got this far down the rabbit hole. If you did, please tell me what you think, thanks!!!!!!!!

Now maybe I can get some work done. See y’all next time!

[anime-potato-san]

Adler: Pushing an injured Bell on the gurney

Hudson: "Adler stop wasting our valuable time! She's of no use to us anymore!"

Bell: Weakly flips of Hudson as she's dragged off

[anime-potato-san]

oh that Yandere!Bell au sounds so fun as well as that Self Aware Adler fic as well

Thanks! I’m currently writing the self-aware fic and one of my personal ones, but I want to do something with Yandere!Bell, so I’m going to write something short with my Bell, then add it too my growing list of fanfics. (I’m now working on 3 fanfics like the masochist that I am)

Excited to start writing these! Just wish college wasn’t slamming me with work now that the semester is slowing coming to an end

[anime-potato-san]

ooh a Cold War fic? Can you give us an inside scoop/exclusive on what’s it gonna be about?💜💙🩵

Absolutely! So, you know the ask I sent you?

It's that.

Bell dies, then regains some of her past memories, and respawns. It starts off post Solovasky ending, Bell being in the void. I'm trying to figure out if I should have her spawn in Black Ops 6 or have the time loop aspect and keep it in Cold War. If you want, I can post the stuff I have started. I haven't played 6 yet, so I'm hesitant to do so.

I will also warn that I am currently in college, currently being slapped in the face by a 10-page paper and a crap ton of other work, so it might be a bit (So excited to play black ops 6 when I'm home). I'll probably post on ao3, but here as well.

I don't think I'll focus on the romantic aspect of belldler, just their relationship, at least in the beginning. (Don't get me wrong though, I ship it.)

I'm also open to suggestions on my fic as well. The core of it will be Bell respawning and gaining her memories back.