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boozenboze · 10 months ago

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2. Hound Dog

Tf!141 x Roberta!Male reader

Summary: Don’t mess with the people he holds to dear. He will get blood on his hands for them.

Women/Female Aligned DNI

While going through the endless amounts of older articles and private information. Price hadn't found much significance in the writings, though there were a few things he took to mind. Some of the poorly taken photos were clear to be of M/n. However, there was something weird under the information. He used to be under an elite squad way before he joined the 141. The call sign he has now Teleiotís, wasn't even his original call sign. Having gone under the codename Hound. "The hell were you up to lad..?" Price murmured, eyes focusing on the name. It was another word for a dog, a wild beast. M/n wasn't like that, he'd always been the perfect soldier. Even if he did act robotic sometimes. Despite the decent amount of info that was given, there wasn't enough to piece many things together. Why was he so durable, strong at that. He'd met many other soldiers in his time, yet there was nobody like this. Nobody like him.

Going a bit further, he found a folder in the corner of the screen, the slightly hidden folder having caught his full attention. He clicked on it, watching the screen flash black, extracting a look of wary from his face. 0...13..26...45...60..76...89...95...100..loading.

A knock on his door swept his attention away from the screen, Price now looking towards the door.

"Time to start headin' out," Laswell called out, leaving Price to sigh in response. He still had shit he needed to do, that would have to wait. They still had a job to do. In the moments that Price put his hat on his head, and headed out the door, a description was shown of a man. In bold italic letters in red, showed something that could change a lot. The Blood-Hound of The Inner Circle.

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Everything went to shit, leaving Soap beat up on the ground with Gaz tied up to Price, arms to their backs. They don't know what they'd done with Ghost, but he's a tough one so they try not to worry much about it. After almost acquiring what they needed, the whole operation having gone too smoothly for their liking ended with them being led into a trap. M/n was nowhere to be found, hell he hadn't even come on this run with them. If anything he should still be at the base, doing whatever work he does when they do go on a mission without him. "Watcher-1, do you copy?" Price grumbled, voice sounding hoarse and dry. He struggled against the rope, wrists having rug burn on them causing a stinging sensation. "Shit.., Soap...lad you alive?" Soap opened his eyes, having had them closed moments ago. He looked roughed up, having run his mouth more than needed towards the enemy. Left him with a bruised cheek and busted lip.

"Never been better sir.." Soap groaned, feeling the pain in his back as he sat up groggily. He pushed himself up against the wall, working his wrists only to feel that he was tied too. "Got this shit bloody fucking tight- ugh." Soap struggled against his restraints to no avail, his wrists beginning to sting due to his struggle. He leaned his head against the wall, sighing out of frustration. As far as they could tell, they were unable to hear anything going on outside the room, and the only thing there for potential escape was a ventilation system high up on the ceiling. They were stuck, no doubt, with no possible way of escape. A few moments passed, Soap lolling his head to the right, hearing the door to the room they were being held in being unlocked. Adrenaline rushed through their bodies, an unspoken sentence going through their heads as their eyes set heavy on the door. Be ready

The door creaked open, Gaz shifting in his seated position, fully being on edge. With the door fully opened, they found themselves staring into nothing. The hallway was completely dark, the lights occasionally flickering. "The hell..?" Price murmured, squinting at the dark abyss of the hall, attempting to land his gaze on something, anything. Then he saw it, the familiar sight of the red substance he and the rest of his fellow soldiers often got on their hands. It looked fresh, and as the lights flickered again he could see the extent of it all. An audible gulp was heard from Soap, which was understandable. They weren't able to hear or see...whatever the hell happened, but there was no mistaking the sight of Ghost walking past, the large man stopping when he found his team. "Bloody hell..." Ghost said under his breath, rushing to untie Gaz and Price from one another. "Well look at that, L.T. here saving the day." Soap cheered cheekily, though the look Ghost gave him shut him up. He let the man untie him, nodding his head at him once finished. The 3 took the chance to stretch, needing to be ready to move again. "Mind telling us what going on?" Gaz questioned, referring to the flickering lights and blood-splattered walls. "Dunno wasn't me though." Ghost replied gruffly, his gaze coming in contact with the others who held a look of confusion and a sense of uneasiness. If Ghost hadn't done this, that'd only mean one thing. Someone else was here

"Where were you-, what'd happened when they took you," Soap asked, shifting his weight to his right leg. Silence filled the room, Ghost just staring at each of them.

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Thwack

Blood was spat out of Ghost's mouth, and his mask had been ripped off his face, leaving him with his balaclava. He was being interrogated, his silence having ticked off the enemy soldiers badly. "Hell's it gon take to make ya talk eh?" The soldier said, the annoyance prominent in their tone. Ghost's head was to the side, his gaze to the ground.

"Oi...speak damnit!" A loud thud was heard, the butt of a gun making contact with Ghost's skull. The soldier went in for another hit only to be stopped by the other soldier in the room with a hand to the shoulder. They scoffed, backing away and letting the other soldier have his turn. They turned on their heel, walking out of the room, leaving Ghost alone with the other soldier. The man stood there for a moment, looking down at Ghost who was also looking at him. A look of distaste clear in his gaze, moments going by with just this. "You're gonna have to talk," He stated shortly, the soldier, pulling a chair to now sit across from Ghost. He sat, lounging in the wooden chair casually, potentially trying to appear laid back. An often yet effective tactic. "And hell if I don't?" Ghost said back, hardened stare not leaving the soldier who visibly became uncomfortable under his gaze.

"Well, ya teammates seemed pretty worried bout ya earlier." The soldier said, staring back at Ghost with his newfound found hand. The fucker was holding the lives of his team over his head, and quite frankly. That's not something he'd want to happen.

He glared, the smirk appearing on the other man's face pissing him off with each second it remained. "Lay a damn hand on any of em and I swear I'll-" Ghost was cut off by the sound of a blood-curdling scream, followed by the sound of glass shattering. The enemy soldier stood up, pulling his gun up steadily. The screams faded out, a cracking sound echoing through the now silent hall. The soldier stopped in place, the sound of footsteps being heard making their way down the hall. With a shaky hand, he grabbed the doorknob, slowly opening the door and peeking out of it.

His breath hitched, at the sight of the soldier who was originally inside the room with his neck twisted where the back of his head should be. His mouth was ajar, blood spilling from his mouth, worse part about it being that he was still alive. He wasn't getting enough air, choking on his own blood while using whatever air he had left in his lungs to breathe. Or at least try...

The soldier backed away, the door creaking open on its own, enough for Ghost to see as well. He tensed, gazing hard at the now dying soldier. Not even a second later, a gun went flying towards the soldier in the room with him. The man got thrown back, the gun sending him flying into the wall, the head of the gun piercing the man through the mouth and out his skull. His body now hung from the wall, completely motionless.

The remaining man, Ghost stared at the whole scene. He couldn't move, gaze shifting to the doorway again to see someone standing there. He was locked in, being able to hear his own thoughts yet couldn't move a muscle even if he tried. His pupils dilated as the figure approached him slowly and tentatively. Upon closer look, he had a black surgical mask on his face, with a familiar uniform on his body. Was he worried about that at the moment though? Not at all.

Ghost's eyes lost their sight on him once they went behind him, feeling the enigma untie his hands. He still hadn't moved, yet a look of confusion was now held in his eyes. His breath hitched when he felt something land in his lap, relaxing when he saw his mask. He looked back up, about to say something only for the man to be gone.

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The three stared at Ghost, looks of equal confusion and intensity in their eyes.

"Let's move, can't risk gettin' caught up with whatever the hell's going on." Price said, quickly moving to lead the others out. They had to be quick, or else there'd be a possibility that they'd end up having the same fate as those other poor sods.

As they moved through the large building, swiping whatever guns or knives the fallen soldiers had on them. Gaz had to cover his nose at one point, the metallic smell of blood making him feel sick.

"Where we even goin'..., place s' like a labyrinth," Gaz murmured, staying close on Price's 6 while Soap stayed a bit further back with Ghost's imposing figure.

"Should be an exit somewhere-." Price held his hand up, the others stopping in suit. There were two people at the end of the hall, both throwing punch after punch at the other. With a quick and swift movement, the soldier who was clear to be the enemy lifted the other up, slamming him onto a table that was for some reason at the end of the hall.

"You really thought I couldn't recognize you...," An unfamiliar voice spoke, possibly the enemy soldier. The sound of a gun clock echoed through the quiet hall, the 141 members hiding around the corner, silently watching the whole spectacle. "I know how you fight, hell we were from the same regiment.

"Hmm, well I do recognize you..." The other voice spoke, Soap's ears perking up at the sound of it. If he wasn't dreaming, it was who he thought it was, despite his tone being so... different. A scoff of amusement was heard from the same man.

"Why don't you just shoot me eh? I see that look in yer eyes." The enemy spoke, glaring down at the other man. "You were an asset to our plans, yet you up and left us like an old toy. Boss wasn't very happy bout that..." Silence came back into the room, Gaz looking back at Soap who had a look of familiarity in his eyes. "What?" Gaz whispered, staying as quiet as possible. Soap held a hand up, a silent motion to tell Gaz to be quiet.

"Come back with us Hound, stop pretending to be some weak-ass hero. Come be the man you were before." The man pushed, smirk clear in his voice. The four men's eyes widened, their teammate? No, it couldn't be...how... "Markov would love to see this pretty face again y'know."

A low chuckle left the other man.

"Well...I am tired of it all, but once I'm done here, my job will be done," The voice spoke back, undoubtedly belonging to their teammate. The enemy backed away, gun still in his hands as he watched Hound intently. With the way his gaze lay on the man, it was clear there was something else he wanted. Hound, being the quick-minded man he was, sighed as he sat up a bit more on the table.

"Still being cautious, understandable." The sound of a belt unbuckling made Price quickly move slightly from around the corner, ready to shoot the man. Without missing a beat, the lock on Hound's belt opened, revealing something other than a belt. The sound of shots firing made Price back, the enemy yelled out in pain, falling to his knees.

"You fucking!- AGH." The man was cut off when he was suddenly lifted off the ground, Hound landing a heavy blow across the soldier's face. "You think I'd lower myself down to your level again? Pig," Hound spoke, glaring down at the soldier who looked shocked. Another punch to the face, then the stomach. The enemy spat out blood, knees buckling yet Hound's hold on his shirt unwavered. Another punch was heard, only this time a loud crack was heard. Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost listened intently, an uncomfortable feeling in the pits of their stomachs to the sound of bones breaking. "I'd never go back, not when I have them," Hound spoke, voice void of any emotion towards the beaten and wounded soldier "They're my family and my loyalty...my protection...my love is for them. I'd be damned if I let them go, or have you try and take me back to that shit hole."

It was like a pang to the heart, despite how sinister his tone was coming off. It was refreshing, he really did care for them despite how he behaved. Though, they couldn't ignore the fact that...he'd been associated with Markov. (A/n: I tagged those who asked to be tagged or be made aware of when this came out in the comments of pt.1) @byakuren100 @d0wnwthecl0wn @thefanpov @sochigonzo

@hashslingingslasherofficial @hauntedapplefarm @incubusx @king825

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dearmantis · 2 years ago

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There's no love like our love

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/The Darkling x wife!Reader

Summary: When the Royal Family finally turns on the Grisha, you find yourself caught in the crossfire. Alone, of course. You're always alone, it seems.

Warnings: murder, death, canonical persecution of Grisha, violence, mentioned death of children, sexual harassment, slutshaming, mentions of sex and cheating, suicidal thoughts, self hatred

Word Count: 6.6k words

Authors' Note: I DID IT! HERE IS YOUR PART TWO FOR A LOST EMBRACE! IT ONLY TOOK 76 YEARS! BUT I GOT IT DONE BEFORE THE END OF APRIL (this is also very not edited, and I'm still not a native English speaker).

Also, funfact: I cut the ending of this, just like I did with part 1. There was a whole other ending, but that was basically just a lot of fluff. I wasn't sure if people would want that from this series/twoshot specifically so I cut it. I can't tell of cutting the ending is a good or a really bad habit.

The title is from Lights are on by Tom Rosenthal!

Part 1: A lost embrace | Masterlist

The universe is filled with light. Billions of beautiful stars, all different sizes and temperatures, burning brightly and sending their energy out into the universe to bring warmth and light.

But there is even more darkness in the universe than there are stars, filling the space between the celestial bodies. An all surrounding nothingness that acts as a playing field for all of the beautiful, weird and wonderful things hiding in the endless sky. A canvas for everything else in the universe that hugs and surrounds all.

And one day, at least according to the most popular theories, the last stars will die and the universe will be entirely engulfed in darkness.

It began with a loud burst of light, and it will die quietly in shadows.

That knowledge used to bring you comfort and a feeling of belonging. The darkness became your new home, a special, safe place right next to your husband, but there is no safety and love to be found in the darkness now.

It was predictable, honestly. You should've known the second Vasily allowed the Darkling to travel Ravka to search of the Sun Summoner with only a few First Army soldiers for protection, but you simply didn't pay attention to the signs, too caught up in your own frustration and bitterness.

He didn't realise it either, it seems, because he simply left without even saying goodbye, leaving you behind to run the Little Palace in his absence. One night you fall asleep next to him, back turned towards him to visibly reject his presence, and the next morning he is gone, his side of the bed made and all of his most important belongings gone. No letter, no announcement beforehand, nothing.

Maybe his head was simply too focused on Alina to even remember that he still had a wife.

It doesn't matter anymore.

You're still awake when they come, three nights after the General left the Little Palace.

You're laying in bed, humming an old lullaby – one of the really old ones that you learned because he sometimes sings them to you when you can't sleep – while working on fixing the embroidery on the kefta of one of the younger students.

The disappearance of the Sun Summoner has led to chaos in all of Ravka, and there hasn't been a calm moment in the palace in weeks. You are forced, just like everyone else, to work until you pass out while keeping up appearances in front of the royal family. Everything needs to be immaculate despite the fact that the whole country is in a state of emergency, so you push small detail work like this into every free second of your day in hopes of doing something good.

You're so focused on your project that you don't even hear them approach your windows from the outside.

They sneak around, quietly taking out the guards until they're sure that they won't meet too much resistance, and then, suddenly, everything is very loud.

You don't remember what happens. Just flashes of memories. Little pieces that simply aren't enough to form a full picture, as if your body simply wasn't able to take it all in. Or maybe it refuses to remember.

Glass shatters, loud and unfamiliar steps echo like thunder through the halls of what was supposed to be your home, men with bad intentions are in your bedroom, in your house, in your garden.

And your husband is nowhere to be found.

The air smells like fire, panic and fear crackling in the air like electricity and the screams of the Grisha you swore to protect as if they were your own children echo through the building and outside.

Shots are fired in the distance, you're on the floor, the barrel of a gun pressed tightly against the back of your head.

There are more screams slicing through the night. You think you hear someone yelling your name, but before you can answer, one of the men who broke into your room slams their heavy gun against your head, and darkness welcomes you into it's familiar embrace.

When you finally wake it's to the sound of a gun shot ringing through the air, and though the bars of your new cage you watch through bleary eyes how one of your fellow Grisha runs away, his bright purple kefta unfortunately doing very little to hide his movements between the trees. You can't tell who it is, not in the dark.

A second shot gets fired. You see how it hits the Durast in the head, his body falling to the ground and staying there, unmoving. Nobody goes to check if he's dead or to drag him off and bury or burn his corpse. It's just left right there, next to a large ash tree.

Someone whimpers and sobs, begs for their life, but you can't take your eyes off the corpse. The way it just lays there, like it's nothing.

You haven't seen an actual battle in centuries. The Darkling is too paranoid to let you go, convinced that his enemies will target you in a fight and take you away from him. The thought alone used to turn his eyes cold and hard like ice, his whole body shaking with anger at the idea of you being in a dangerous situation. You haven't seen death like this, so fast and seemingly insignificant, in forever.

There is no triumph visible in the body language of the soldier that shot the Durast, but no shame either. A job done, nothing more. He doesn't celebrate or pat himself on the back. He just sits back down next to the fire in the middle of the camp and takes a sip of water, like the life he just took was worth less than even the life of a rabbit.

The other guards move to check the handcuffs of the others after that incident, making sure that everything works and no one is able to use their powers. Your heart races so fast it makes you dizzy, the fog in your head thickening and threatening to drag you back into unconsciousness.

It's hard to stay focused enough to take the whole situation in, but you try anyway, tearing your gaze away from the corpse. There are nine cages, including yours, one of them now empty.

The Grisha in the cages are, just like you, handcuffed with their hands far apart. Three of them are wearing their keftas - two of them being Alkemis, and you ask yourself if the Materialki were all still down in the workshops when the raid began - but the others, including you, are wearing whatever you wore to sleep that night. All of you are dirty, and you pray silently that none of them are hurt. It's hard to see with the lack of light. The cages all stand a bit too far away from the fire to truly see much.

The men who guard you, on the other hand, all look like they dressed up for a military parade. Their First Army uniforms sparkle almost, their faces clean shaven or decorated with carefully trimmed beards. This was planned. This whole raid was planned, probably for weeks, and you didn't notice. The idea most likely came up as soon as the General returned from the Fold, and no one ever picked up on it.

It feels like a relic from a time you're supposed to have left behind, a time you didn't even experience and only heard about from the Darkling and on rare occasions his mother.

The First Army doesn't hunt Grisha anymore. The king doesn't put you into cages. They just hate you, insult you, and harass you, but they don't physically harm you anymore. Yet... here you are.

Ravka isn't supposed to be like Fjerda, like Shu Han, like Kerch. The Darkling had made sure of that, worked for this one singular goal for centuries, and dedicated his whole life to it.

The thought of him makes your heart sting painfully, and you suppress the urge to worry for him, to wonder where he is and if he's safe. You have bigger issues than him right now. He's fine. There's no room for argument. He has survived wars and centuries of persecution. This won't kill him. He's probably out there somewhere, completely safe, trying to track down his sun summoner while you rot in this cage alongside the others.

After the handcuffs are checked you watch as four of the five soldiers walk to the cages of the two Alkemi, Ivanna and Ole, and pull them out, the fifth still sitting at the fire and watching the whole situation with mild interest.

You hear one of the guards make a suggestion on how to deal with them, and your stomach turns.

In your mind, you are 12 years old, hiding behind your mothers skirt. Her hand rests on your head, trying to soothe you as you watch with the other people your village how a woman gets dragged out of the cage they kept her in. You remember her face. She works as a seamstress. She gives you pretty ribbons to tie around your wrist or into your hair whenever your mother buys something from her.

The man – was he the mayor? The village head? You don't remember what he called himself – who pulled her out of the cage pushes her to the ground, right in front of a large rock, and motions for someone hiding in the crowd to come closer.

Another man steps forward, the blacksmith, in his hands the biggest hammer you have ever seen.

The woman starts screaming now, her voice breaking under the force of her violent sobs. Her body shakes horribly, and your own shaking hands dig deeper into the material of your mothers skirt.

"Please, please, I swear it. This is a misunderstanding. I did nothing wrong. I swear it. Please, just listen to me," the woman begs while the mayor grabs the thick rope attacked to her handcuffs and pulls her arms and hands to rest on the rock.

The noise the hammer made when it slammed down on her hands haunts you for centuries, just like her screams do.

Just like the screams of the Materialki probably will if you survive this when the guards push them to the ground. The only difference is that the soldiers have no large hammers to break their hands.

You can't move, can't speak, can't do anything, completely frozen in fear while the soldiers hold them down, each of them pressing an arm down onto the cold ground. The two have no chance to defend themselves.

The man at the fire finally stands up slowly, grabbing one of the rocks lining the fire to prevent forest fires, and walks over to the six people on the ground.

You watch him do it. You have to. You failed to protect your Grisha, and the least you can do is witness the horrors they have to go through because of your own mistakes.

Because you should've known. You should've known. Of course the royal family would turn on Grisha. Of course they would send the Darkling away before they raided the Little Palace. He is the last line of defence for the Grisha in this country.

You should've noticed the signs. You should've talked to the General about it, maybe even with Baghra. You should've started to prepare to evacuate the whole Palace, organized a place to hide with food and beds and water.

But you didn't. You didn't because you were too blinded by your own stupid quarrel with the Darkling. This is your fault. Every drop of blood that was shed that night, every bit of pain and suffering that your Grisha experienced, clings to you.

It's all your fault.

When the soldiers are sure that they broke every bone in Alkemis' hands, they put the cuffs back on and throw them back into their cages.

And then they walk back to the fire in the middle of the camp and begin to eat, ignoring the sobbing of the Grisha only a few metres away from them and the corpse still peacefully resting between the bushes and trees.

You wake up the next morning with aching muscles and the knowledge that you probably won't get out of this camp alive. Because as much as you would like to pretend otherwise, these people know you. If Vasily gives the command to have you killed, these men know that you're their target. And he would. You can't even blame him for it. You're the wife of the General, just as much of a symbol for the Second Army as the Darkling. Killing you would be a message to all of Ravka.

They don't treat you much differently than they treat the others, to your surprise. You get starved like the others, glared at like the others, and dehydrated like the others.

You could almost believe that they somehow don't know who you are if it wasn't for the insults.

Every Grisha gets insulted, some more creatively than the others. Especially the two Alkemi get made fun of for their broken, swollen, and discoloured hands by the soldiers, like they aren't the reason why they look like that. Other insults directed at other Grisha in the camp, on the other hand, are overused and boring, like when they asked Lena, an Inferni, where her spark is, why her fire has disappeared.

"I thought Infernis are always so hot-headed? Come on, give us a show!" One of the older men in the camp says to her on your second day awake, and it makes your skin crawl. You wish you could claw those mens eyes out, make them bleed.

But the insults they direct at you, those are personal. They prove that they know exactly who you are despite never saying your name once.

The Darklings slut. That's what you are to them.

His favourite toy. A bedwarmer. A plaything. A whore to entertain him. A distraction from the war. A thing he can let his frustrations out on.

That's who you are in their eyes. Nothing more. Certainly nothing that deserves respect or should be feared. The fact that you and the other Grisha can't use the small science makes them braver.

The worst insults are the ones they come up with after the third day in the cage, right after the soldiers get a quick visit from one of Vasilys messengers, because their words are suddenly no longer insults. They are observations and a horrible, new truth that convince you that their earlier insults are true, working hand in hand with the thoughts and fears you had before any of this even started.

"Don't look at me like that, whore. Everybody, even us fools in the First Army, know how enamoured your husband was with the sun summoner. How many times do you think he fucked her before she ran? Probably did it right behind your back in your shared bed, you stupid thing. I bet she was the last thing he thought of before the guards that accompanied him shot him in the head."

The soldiers celebrate the news of the Darklings death like they just won the wars with Fjerda and Shu Han and tore down the Fold with their bare hands, drinking alcohol and eating freshly hunted deer meat while you and the other Grisha grieve and starve. You don't allow yourself to cry like the others, but you can feel your soul rip itself apart.

You begin to lose yourself after that.

Your sanity runs through your hands like sand, your mind desperate to escape the smell of the Durasts rotting corpse that the soldiers never bothered to remove, the insults, the screams of the other Grisha when they get pulled out of their cages (one a day, always only one a day, like they're trying to drag it out), the desperate hunger that burns in your stomach, the thirst that tears your throat apart, the death of your husband: reality in all it's horrible shapes and colours.

First, you spend a few minutes caught up in a nice memory, like a short conversation in the gardens of the Little Palace, drinking tea and leaning on his shoulder while he tells you about his day. Then the daydreams get longer and take more control over you until you spend days staring at nothing, buried so deep in your own mind that you're no longer aware of what happens around you.

A small part of you hopes that they'll kill you while you're in that state, caught up in the past. Everything is better than reality, and with every second that passes when you're fully aware of your surroundings, that reality becomes more unbearable.

You love remembering the time before Alina the most. You know that her only sin is shining a light onto the lies, destruction, and rot surrounding you, but without her light, you were able to pretend.

You are good at pretending.

The light just makes it harder, and sometimes you slip up and accidentally sink into a more recent memory, your mind racing through different thoughts so fast that you're unable to stop it.

Like how the girl whose kefta you repaired that night, little Bibi, probably ended up dying without it after working so hard to prove to everyone that she earned it. And now her corpse lays somewhere in Ravka with no one to take care of it, to lay it to rest.

The kids are easily the worst thing to remember. Every time you do, it feels like the guilt eats your heart or whatever is left of it right out of your chest, ripping and tearing on the muscle like a wolf on a bone.

How many of them got out of the Palace in time and are now hiding somewhere, probably scared and alone with no one to help them and no idea how to get to other Grisha or back to their families? How many of them are stuck in cages just like you, starving and terrified of the First Army men who are only waiting to get the command to kill them? How many of them didn't even make it out of the Little Palace and died at the hand of the soldiers during the raid?

How many children were buried and burned that night?

Your husband isn't much better to remember either. The words of the First Army soldiers burn themselves into your mind like hot coals. You don't want to think about it. You've never wanted to think about something less in your entire life, but no matter what you do, the pain of losing someone you've known for almost your whole life feels like a knife stuck in your chest.

"... guards that accompanied him shot him in the head."

It's odd, really, how all consuming grief can be even if a part of you hates the person you lost. Almost surreal.

There have always been chapters of your life subtitled with "before the Darkling". There aren't supposed to be chapters subtitled "after the Darkling", not even a single one. It's wrong. It's entirely wrong. He's supposed to be a constant. Something that doesn't move, doesn't change, doesn't leave. He was supposed to be here until the end of everything.

He wasn't supposed to leave you behind. You can't do this without him. You can't lose him. This isn't right.

It's the last piece. The last drop required to convince you that giving up might not be the worst option. If they succeeded in killing the Darkling... what can truly be done anymore? What can you do? You can't free the Grisha in your camp, not with your hands cuffed so far apart from each other that your arms regularly start cramping, and a stomach so empty that it feels like your entire body is trying to collapse in on itself to fill the void. You can't convince the soldiers to free you. You can't save the children and rebuild Ravka into a safe place once more, not alone. You can't do anything on your own. You are nothing.

So why shouldn't you die? Why not join your husbands soul, wherever it may be now? What is left for you to do here? What can you do?

Death haunts your sense of smell and vision. It haunts your mind, and it haunts all of Ravka. Why not let it carry you off? Away from the pain, the suffering, the fear and grief and rot.

There is only more to come. More horrors that linger in the unpredictable future, and no one left to fix it. You certainly can't do it, Baghra - if she still lives, that is - doesn't care enough about others to even attempt to fix anything, and the sun summoner evidently can't do it either. All she can do is shine light on the evil lingering in the dark, but she's not strong or persuasive enough to improve and change the nightmares she exposes.

The Darkling could've done it. He would fight tooth and nail, drench his hands in blood and ash to free the others. He has fought his whole life, after all. He could've done it again.

But you can't. You can't take his position in this war, as much as you wish you could. You can't even get your hands out of your stupid cuffs, no matter how hard you try.

Baghra was right in the end, it seems. You really are too weak to stay at her and her sons side as their equal. You are dust, nothing more.

Now that you're here, stuck in a cage and unable to defend yourself in any way, you ask yourself once more how she and her son could've possibly survived this long. How did they not give up? What do they have that you lack?

"When the entire world hates you and wants you dead, the best thing you can do is live."

That's what she said back then, but you simply don't understand how she found the strength to keep going. You can't find it in you, no matter how much you look. Your whole life is gone. Your friends are probably all in cages or dead. Your husband is dead. Your home is gone. There is nothing left, no reason for you to continue.

Your husband would want you to keep going, a voice in the back of your mind answers, and you can feel the sharp stinging in your chest return at the thought.

You miss him. You miss him so much that it feels like you're being torn apart from the inside. And if you're really honest with yourself, you have to admit that you have been in this state for a while.

All of that anger and jealousy was just your bodies way to avoid facing the fact that you were lonely. No wonder you immediately fell back into routine like a desperate little cat when he finally gifted you some attention after Alina fled. Your entire being was begging to get him back.

And now you will never have him again because you were both too stubborn to simply talk with each other. He will never understand how much it hurt to see him obsess over someone else, and you will never know why you suddenly weren't enough for him anymore.

You will never hear his voice again, or knit him a new scarf for winter, or wash his hair for him after an exhausting day. You will never be comforted by him when you have a headache or watch the first snow of the year cover the grass outside of the Little Palace. You will never fall asleep next to him again, his arms wrapped around you and your face pressed against his chest as his heartbeat and calm breathing lull you to sleep.

He will never hug you again or surprise you with breakfast. He will never help you choose jewelry for an event again, give you his cloak when you're cold, kiss you, laugh at your horrible jokes, or moan your name into your ear, his voice raspy with love and desire while he tries to bring you to another orgasm before his own crashes down on him.

You will never do anything with him ever again.

Turning your head slightly, you stare at the soldiers sitting at the fire, eating some form of stew. You can't smell it. The stench of the decomposing body is too strong, and you wonder how the soldiers can stomach food in this environment.

You can barely breathe on some days without gagging every few seconds. It's so horrible that it drives tears into your eyes.

They talk and laugh about some servant girl, and you silently ask yourself what fate the servants of the Little Palace met. How many of them died that night? How many fled? Did any of them try to help the Grisha that might've fled? And saints, what happened to the Oprichniki?

Slowly closing your eyes again, you pray that the wind changes direction and starts blowing the smell away while you try to think of something that gives you strength.

The first thing that comes to mind is your amplifier.

You haven't thought about that day in a while, not since Alina came to the Palace and your heart and soul drowned themselves in jealousy and hate.

But it's not right to forget something so special. You should remember.

Who else in all of Ravka got proposed to, not with a ring but with a barn owl and a knife?

He has been gone for months, looking for something in West Ravka, choosing to trave through Fjerda and around the Fold to avoid going through it, and the constant worry that he would be discovered keeps you awake on some nights. He sends a letter once a month and promises you over and over that he would be back in the spring, but you still end up surprised when one of your friends drags you out of your bed in the middle of the night and ushers you towards the Generals quarters.

And when you open the doors you find him leaning against his desk, a knife next to him on the table and a barn owl sitting quietly in a cage, large eyes looking at you curiously, but you don't even see those things. Not at first, at least.

You just see him.

"You're back!"

Quickly jumping over to him, you throw your arms around him and press your face against him, a deep laugh bubbling in his chest as he moves to embrace you tightly.

"Careful, my love," he murmurs, his hands finding the back of your neck and pressing you closer to him.

You stay like that for a while, holding each other tightly while he whispers soft words into your ear.

"I'm so happy to see you. I missed you so much, little love. I hope you weren't too lonely without me," he coos, pressing a long kiss onto your head.

You're about to answer him when the bird finally makes himself known. Turning your head quickly you look at it, and the owl turns it's head to the side as if it's trying to do assess you carefully as well, it's dark eyes looking you over a few times. You feel a bit self-conscious in your night dress, but instead of shying away, you decide to let it look.

"Is that what you were looking for in West Ravka?" you ask, gazing back up at him.

"I did a lot of research over the past year, and I think this amplifier would be strong enough," he explains, his voice as soft as a feather.

"Strong enough?"

"To keep you with me. I didn't believe it at first either, but this little bird could give you forever. Time would no longer be able to take you from me. I could keep you for eternity."

Tears well up in your eyes, your hands moving to hold onto the front of his kefta as he reaches over to the knife and holds it out to you.

"You don't have to do it right now. You can get to know the owl and see if it feels right. Think about it for a while. It's a big commitment, after all." His empty hand moves up to cup your face, and the tenderness in his gaze makes your heart race. "If you chose the amplifier, I will stay with you. I will be at your side until the end of everything, I promise it. I will take care of you when you're hurt, hold you when you're sad, and laugh with you when you're happy. I will fight at your side, protect you with my life, and take care of you until I die."

Biting your lip weakly, you look up into his eyes, somehow darker than the night sky. "And if I don't choose to take the amplifier?"

"Then I'll still do all of those things. I will just have less time by your side, but I will cherish that time just as much, sweet girl."

You don't know when it happens because you start to loose track of time after the first week is over, but at some point in a random night one of the soldiers goes into the forest to get fresh water from a nearby river and doesn't return.

You're not conscious enough to notice it, and the soldiers are too caught up in their preparations for tonight's entertainment.

You don't even notice how they move through the camp, their eyes looking at each and every grisha they have, and judging who would be able to provide the most fun tonight. You just wish you were lying on the floor.

If you laid down, you could pretend that the heaviness on your chest is your husbands weight and not a heavy mountain of grief that tries to drag you down into the heart of the world.

He liked to do that. Lay on top of you to make sure that every single centimetre of you touched him in some way. You used to jokingly complain about it, but he never stopped. Every time he knew you needed comfort he would lay down on top of you, his heavy, strong body pressing you deep into the mattress while he talked, either asking questions about your day and whatever might be bothering you, or telling you about his, always carefully pressing small kisses onto your face and neck.

He must've known that his weight comforted you, made you feel safe. You've never wanted to be crushed into a mattress by him so badly in your whole life.

You don't hear it when they discuss if you're weak enough now to remove you from the cuffs. You don't even hear it when they open your cage, the old metal screeching loudly.

You don't realize that anything is wrong until one of the soldiers unlocks the cuffs and your body falls to the floor like a wet sack of flour. A loud groan leaves your mouth, your voice rough from lack of use.

The soldier grabs your ankles and drags you out of the cage, your upper body dragging over the floor. After being hung up for so long, you realise very quickly that you can't move your arms at all. The muscles start twitching as soon as you even attempt to bring them together, and a horrible, sharp tingling sensation makes itself noticeable. You bite your teeth together to stop yourself from screaming out.

A wave of panic crashes over you as soon as you fully understand what's going on, trying to kick the man dragging you closer to the fire, but none of your movements seem to really bother him.

As soon as you're close enough to the fire, someone flips you onto your stomach and buries their hand in your hair to pull your head up. Your back bends horribly, and you hiss out in pain as your eyes find those of the soldier who broke the Alkemis hands with a rock.

He doesn't say anything. He just looks at you, eyes taking in every flinch and twitch in your face.

You stay like this for a few seconds staring at each other, when he suddenly spits directly into your face, a wide grin splitting his face into two a few seconds later before he slaps you. Your head drops to the ground quickly.

"Let's get started. Markus can join us later when he's done," someone says. Three seconds later, before you have time to register what he means, you have a small knife in your back.

A blood curdling scream leaves your throat and tears well up in your eyes. You want to beg, to humiliate yourself even further and kiss their shoes in hopes of escaping this, but the last shred of pride left in you won't let you.

One of the soldiers steps onto one of your hands, twisting his shoe a bit in the process to make it hurt more. Someone else grabs your other arm and twists it behind your back until you scream out once more. This time, you scream your husbands name, unable to stop yourself in time. It's a broken, pathetic sound that echoes through the trees like a gunshot.

You know he won't come, but something about saying his name again feels almost cathartic, so you continue to scream it out with your full heart and soul. With every hit, every kick, and every stab wound, you scream the real name of the black heretic out into the endless night and beg death to bring you to him.

When the first gunshots get fired into the forest, you mistakenly assume that they're shooting at you and tightly close your eyes. Your heartbeat rushes loudly in your ears, and your mind replays the events of the first day when the Durast got shot. You can't even stand up and run. Your whole body is consumed by pain.

This is it, you think. Loud screams pierce through the air, gruelling, blood curling screams that scare you half to death.

Your mind races, trying to quickly find a last memory to remember before a bullet pierces your chest or head and kills you, something sweet and soft and perfect, like your wedding night, or your first kiss, or your-.

A loud scream rips itself out of your throat when a bullet hits you right into your leg. The man who shot it is dead seconds later, torn to shreds by darkness itself, but you don't see it, your eyes still rightly closed as you wait for the next bullet to hit you.

It never comes.

Instead someone yells your name, and you think it sounds familiar.

"Ivan!" the man screams, and a second later, someone carefully turns you onto your back and falls to their knees next to you, pulling your head up into their lap, their large hands cupping your face.

You don't want to die. You're not ready.

"My love, my love, it's me. Can you hear me?," he speaks. Fabric ruffles and something wide is dropped over your shaking, weak form, and your whole body feels warm for the first time in days. A familiar scent enters your lungs, somehow overpowering the stench of rotting corpse and fresh blood.

"Sasha?" Squinting your eyes, you look up, trying to focus on the blurry face hovering above yours. He's easy to recognize. The ink black lines over his face are unique to him, almost out of place in this world, just like him. You want to reach up and touch him, but you can't. Your muscles won't cooperate.

"I'm here, my little love. I'm right here. I found you. And I'm so proud of you. So, so proud of you. And I'm sorry," Aleksander answers. His eyes sparkle like stars, tears rolling down his face and dripping onto yours like raindrops. In the back of your mind, you realize that you've never seen him cry in front of people like this before. Only ever in private. Now his voice is almost breaking, his sobs so loud it drowns out the noise of your own hammering heartbeat. It must be a dream. He would never allow himself to show weakness like this.

Ivan appears next to him like a ghost, his hands covered in blood as he carefully lifts the thick black cloak Aleksander covered you with from your legs to look at the injuries there.

"Sasha," you rasp out again. You want him to hold you so badly, but you can barely speak. All you want is to be held by your husband.

"Right here. I'm so sorry, sweet girl. So sorry. I promised I would protect you, and I failed. I'm so sorry, I will never make that mistake again, I swear. I'll never take you for granted again. I'm so sorry for being late."

You want to respond, to calm him down, but he doesn't give you a chance to talk. He just continues with his panicked, slightly hysterical rambling, his whole body shaking under the force of his sobs.

"I'll take care of you. I'll make sure you're safe, and I will never leave your side again. No one will ever hurt you again."

His thumb strokes your cheek gently, and the love in his gaze almost feels like a punch in the gut. He looks absolutely in love and absolutely devastated as well. "I thought I lost you. I kept looking for you in every camp I found, but you were never there, and none of the soldiers would tell me where you are. I was so sure they killed you. I was so scared. I thought-"

Aleksanders voice shatters like glass, his body almost curling in on itself as he presses his forehead against yours. You recognize the breathing pattern he uses, an old trick he taught you a few years ago when you were still new to your position as the Darklings wife. He's trying to stop a panic attack from taking over.

"I'm so proud of you. You're so strong and brave, my darling girl. My lovely wife. I love you so much. You're so good, so good for me. I don't know what I would do without you. What I would do if they... I'm so sorry. I don't deserve you. I'm sorry."

He sounds broken, you notice. You've never heard him like this in your entire life. Tears flood your eyes, and you take a deep breath, more of his familiar scent entering your lungs. Rosemary and ash, with a hint of something sweet.

"I'm never going away again, I promise. I will never leave you again, sweet girl. Never again. You will never be able to get rid of me. I will bind myself to you, body and soul, until the end of everything, I swear it."

You're starting to get dizzy. Everything is so overwhelming.

"Am I dead?" You hear yourself asking, your vision dimming slowly, and you're sure you will be dragged back into unconsciousness by your body soon. Aleksander laughs, and it's oddly light and relieved, considering the context.

"No. No, you're alive. You survived. We both survived."

You smile.

Part 3: So I stayed in the darkness with you

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gaycragula · 9 months ago

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Self-indulgent request: Could I get a typical domestic morning while married to Soldier 76? Thank you ❤️

Mornings with Soldier 76

Pairing: Soldier 76 x GN!Reader Warning(s): Mentions of nudity but nothing descript Word Count: 994 Account Navigation

The bed creaked next to you before you felt the mattress shift. You groan as you push yourself up to see what the disturbance was. Lips pressed against your temple, a quiet ‘shhhh’ following.

“Just me,” Soldier whispers, urging you to lay back down, which you happily did.

“That time already?” You mumble, your words slurring together ever so slightly. You hear a quiet laugh before a hand was stroking your head, urging you back to sleep.

“You’ve got time. It’s still dark outside. Go back to bed, honey.”

You grumble in response as you nestle back into bed, happy to get a couple more hours of sleep.

By the time you woke back up, the sun was peeking through your blinds, casting a pretty yellowish orange light along your walls. You rub sleep from your eyes, yawning as you push yourself up and out of bed. The faint smell of coffee hung in the air as you walked into the living room.

You smile as you enter the kitchen. He left enough for you to have a cup. You poor the rest into a #1 one husband mug Jack had gotten you when you first got married- he’d found it amusing- and add your cream and sugar.

A sigh left you as you leaned against the kitchen counter. Jack wouldn’t be back for a little longer. His morning workout normally stretches for a few hours.It still amazes you how active he is at his age. But you suppose being a super soldier probably has something to do with it.

You glance at the clock above the stove. 7:30 AM. You could probably start breakfast. He’ll probably be back around the time it’s done.

You were right. As you were plating the last bits of breakfast, the door unlocked. You heard him let out a sigh as he walked in. Lips pressed against your temple as hands settled on your hips. “Good morning, Jack,” you greet, turning in his grasp so you could look at him.

“Good morning, honey,” Jack greets, leaning into you to press a kiss against your lips. “Sorry about waking you up.”

You let out a quiet laugh, pushing your head under his chin as you hugged him. “Doesn’t bother me. And thank you for the coffee.”

Soldier huffed above you and you’re positive he rolled his eyes. You pulled back, nudging Jack towards the table. “Go sit down.”

You’d be lying if you said you were surprised Jack instead grabbed two plates and silverware before he went and sat down. You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you grabbed the food and joined him at the table.

He enjoyed telling you about his run. The things he saw, the people he talked to. His favorite thing to bring up were deals he saw for stores the two of you frequented. It always amused you.

Jack did the cleaning up, insisting you relax for a moment despite your rebuttals. You finally gave in when he promised he’d let you do it next time. You’re sure ‘next time’ will end the same way.

You watch from the couch as Jack cleans up, setting the dishes in the dishwasher and starting it. It took less than 5 minutes and then he was joining you on the couch.

“Did you shower before you left?” You ask, cozying up to him as you waited for an answer. It was a 50/50 with him.

“Not today.”

“Good. You’re all sweaty. Come on.” You drag him off the couch. Soldier let you pull him into the bathroom without much fuss. The usual ‘I was just getting comfy’ was all the trouble he caused you.

You turned the shower on to let it warm up before you started stripping, folding your clothes in a neat pile on the sink. Jack mirrored your actions.

The water was warm as you stepped in. You offered your hand to Jack who took it with a quiet thank you. It was usual for the both of you to help each other wash. Jack had issues getting his back and parts of his legs.

You were more than happy to help and he was more than willing to accept the help. Hands traced over Jack’s scars. It was one of your favorite things to do. He’d told you how he got most of them- long as he remembered them. He let out a series of quiet sighs, his muscles visibly relaxing under your hands.

Showers with Soldier always lasted maybe a little longer than they should, both of you getting out long after your fingers had pruned. Towels wrapped around your waists as you start your morning routine.

The double sink was amazing. Neither of you crowded each other as you brushed your teeth and did the other steps of your morning routines. Jack waited for you to finish, pressing a short kiss to your lips, before you both returned to the bedroom.

You rummaged through your dresser to find an adequate outfit for the day. Jack does the same. You’d both gone with jeans and a simple t-shirt. He grabs a belt from the closet, looking it over for a couple seconds before handing it to you.

You chuckle in response, taking it before doing the same. It had become an everyday thing. You’d both end up picking something out for the other to wear. Sometimes it was a shirt, sometimes something as small as a bracelet or necklace. Jack had admitted once it was his way of showing you were ‘bonded’ in his words.

He helps you pull your belt through the loops of your pants, pressing chaste kisses against your lips. It has you letting out breathy laughs that he returns with low chuckles. While you do your belt, making sure it’s not too tight, Jack loops his into his own pants.

“What’s the plan today, Soldier?” You hum, pulling him into another kiss.

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years ago

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Cupid - Hanzo

notes: (reader and Hanzo are in an implied relationship <3) happy valentine's day folks!! i figured that i'd write a cupid hanzo fic because well... he needed it. i hope you all have an amazing day and get all your favorite gifts!!! <333

word count: 641

You sighed and slumped down on the couch. Even on Valentine's day, Soldier 76 had you working your ass off. You knew you were needed, especially considering that a lot of the heroes were either taking the day off, or doing other Overwatch things, but damn, you didn't want to have to fight this much.

You finally got at least a minute of break time though, which was good enough for you. There was nothing like the air conditioned air of the Overwatch HQ. Especially with you covered in sweat. Speaking of, you felt gross and wanted all of this smelly sweat off of you. You hoped that Soldier would let you take a bit of a longer break this time so you could take a shower. You ran to your room and scooped up some clean clothes and a couple towels. You started to run to the bathroom, but almost crashed into someone on the way out.

You apologized, but snorted when you saw who it was. "Hanzo," you burst out into uncontrollable laughter when you saw what he was in. "What the hell are you wearing?!" You laughed so hard that you were completely out of breath, falling to the ground.

Hanzo groaned and tightened his fluffy ponytail. "Nothing. I'm just... excuse me." Hanzo's face went bright red as he tried to push past you, but you weren't going to let him go that easy.

"Oh, no you don't, mister." You grabbed the back of his tunic and turned him around to face you. It took everything in you to not just burst out into laughter.

Your eyes trailed over Hanzo, noticing that his nails were painted a light, barely noticeable, shade of pink. He was wearing a short tunic that showed a small pair of black shorts, showing off his thighs that were covered in strappy boots with wings on them. You smiled and tucked a thick piece of curled hair behind his ear.

"Are those... wings?" You turned him around and not only noticed two small pink wings on his back, but that his arrows had hearts on them too. And god it took everything in your power not to topple over in laughter once you saw that bright pink belt.

"Jesus Christ, Hanzo, what is this?!"

"Look!" Hanzo's face was pinker than the roses on his new tattoo on his arm that replaced the dragon one. "It's for an ad, okay?! I was hired to do some ad dressed as Cupid and they offered a lot of money. Like a lot. I couldn't say no."

You crossed your arms and gave him one more lookover. "You looks stupid..."

"Thanks," Hanzo said sarcastically, blowing the annoying piece of hair out of his eyes.

"You didn't let me finish," you said, putting your index finger over his lips. "You look stupid, but you look adorable. I'd let you shoot me in the heart any day."

"Shut up."

You laughed. "What kind of ad?"

"Shut up!" Hanzo went to run off, his little wings bouncing.

"What kind of ad?!?!" You ran after him and he turned to you and you just noticed that he was wearing a tinted lip balm that turned his lips both shiny and dark red.

"A perfume ad, okay?!"

"So do I get to see Cupid Hanzo everywhere this February?"

"I hate you."

"Sure you do, Hanzo." You pressed a kiss onto his cheek and cupped his face in your hands. "Have fun filming that ad, okay?"

"Whatever." He grumbled, pulling you into his arms for a hug.

"I wouldn't go to a perfume ad filming after hugging me. I smell like sweat."

"I don't care." He pressed a kiss onto your forehead and ran off, knowing for a fact that you would snap pictures if he wasn't fast enough.

He knew you so well.

~~~~~

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prime-adeptus · 8 months ago

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Hello 😊, I saw that you are accepting orders so I thought I would send one. Overwatch Genji x reader, where they have known each other and been friends since Genji joined Overwatch, so they are already well in tune with each other's feelings. Reader has a backstory like Captain America's Winter Soldier, where they killed and hurt a lot of people while in control of Talon, some of these people even being from Reader's own family, the request would basically be for Reader to be feeling down and slowly becoming isolating, a hurt & comfort where Genji goes to reader to help and at some point in their conversation reader lets go ❛ i'm scared of ending up alone. ❜. As I already said, hurt & comfort with a happy ending, Genji and Reader's relationship can be both romantic or platonic, it's up to you. (Sorry for bad english, it's not my first language)

✦ kindred

In your second chance at living, you learn that someone cares.

GENJI SHIMADA X GN!READER // angst with a happy/hopeful ending, hurt/comfort, blood, assassinations and violence, near-death experiences, developing relationship // ~1,7k words // available on AO3

Hi anon, your English is great, no worries (it’s not my first language either ehe)! Sorry this was so short TT I hope you enjoy regardless! Thank you for the request!!

Having lived in the undercity of King’s Row for most of your life, you were far more accustomed to the dark than anyone should be. Light became unfamiliar when you were recruited into Talon; in just a short amount of time, you went from a thief to an assassin. Lurk, strike, then leave without a trace—that was how you were taught to carry out your missions. That was what your commanders expected of you. A swift slash from your blade then you’re back in the shadows, prowling the night from the rooftops.

Though you were also taught not to form any attachment or bonds, it was difficult to ignore how alone you were.

There was no camaraderie in Talon. All you had was yourself, and even then, you didn’t always trust your intuition. You couldn’t rely on Doomfist and Reyes out of fear, and you couldn’t rely on Widowmaker because she’d grown cold over the years. You had no one, and that was exacerbated in your last mission when you were presumed dead and thus abandoned.

You’d never felt more alone.

You supposed that was a fitting punishment for you. After all, you’d done the same thing to others countless of times, even those that were meant to be your loved ones. Where those people had hopes and dreams and love, the only thing you had was duty. With your failure in the last, there was nothing left. Bleeding out on the ground, you’d accepted that this was your retribution.

Dying alone, uncared for, unfound.

You were within arm’s reach away from Death itself, but when you woke, you were no longer in the rubble. Instead, you were in what seemed to be a hospital room, all cleaned and bandaged up with countless tubes and wires attached to your body. And when she stepped in, you finally realised where you were—within the territory of those you were meant to eliminate.

Dr. Angela Ziegler had stepped in with a smile, pleased to see that you were conscious. You’d been out for weeks, she said. When you asked her if she knew who you were, she replied that she did, the smile never leaving her face. It confused you. Why would she go lengths to save an enemy? A threat?

Of course, you weren’t going to be let go that easily. Soldier: 76 came to interrogate you as soon as you were able to speak again. You had nothing left to lose. You were dead to Talon, and Overwatch could grant you the mercy that is death the moment you stopped being useful.

And just like that time amid the destruction, it never came.

They’d given you a choice. A chance to live your own life, away and unaware from it all, or to join their ranks in helping the vulnerable. Neither was a good option. Even if you were freed, you didn’t have a place to go, or a place to call home. You thought you’d only be a burden as their agent as well. You weren’t trained for doing good. You were trained to kill, be a dog on a leash, not save the world. But there was a glimmer of hope deep within your chest. This was your chance of atonement.

After an arduous silence, you took it.

They had you start small, do light work while your body recovered. You assisted Mercy and Winston in the laboratory, helped Pharah take care of the firearms. Then, when the pain finally eased, you moved on to more strenuous tasks—aim training with D.Va, close combat with Brigitte. It frightened you how easily you seemed to fit into Overwatch, overwhelmingly so, and instinctively, you closed yourself off. You were expendable, just like you were to Talon. It was for your own good not to get close to anyone, no matter how friendly some of them were to you.

A part of you craved to be one of them. You wanted to return Tracer’s cheery smiles. You wanted to spend hours at the arcade with the younger agents. You craved for a semblance of friendship and normalcy, but that was a luxury you thought yourself undeserving of.

It was a quiet night, much like it had been on your last mission. The glow from the holograms illuminated the path as you made it to the training range. The headquarters was mostly asleep, but you weren’t one of them. Phantom pains in your chest kept you awake and hot flashes kept you from relaxing. You thought you could take your mind off of it if you were shooting at something. The moment of solitude didn’t last long; the cyborg ninja—Genji—slipped into the room, nearly scaring you out of your skin.

“You couldn’t sleep?”

“What do you think?” you replied dryly, cocking the gun again. “People like me aren’t meant to rest.”

He approached you, quietly watching you shoot down another target.

“If it’s restitution or closure you want, you’re looking for the wrong person,” you stated. “I can’t help you get in touch with Reyes. I’m dead to them.”

“That is not what I’m here for.” He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. “You… are different.”

You blinked, putting down the gun as you tried to process his words in confusion.

“There is much on your shoulders.”

“Not sure how that makes me different. Everyone has their own baggage.”

“You were made into a weapon, just like I was,” Genji said. “If it is atonement you seek—”

“Let’s spar,” you interrupted, wanting to divert the topic off of you. “You can’t sleep either, can you?”

He seemed surprised—as surprised as he could look, what with the metal plating on his entire body—at your offer. Loosening his shoulders, he nodded. There wasn’t much talking after that; only grunts and the sounds of movement could be heard, but your fists spoke more than a thousand words.

Things seemed to change for you after that. You felt less stiff, more… free. You felt lighter. Suddenly participating in group activities didn’t feel as daunting as it used to. You started to welcome the playful banter from other agents. Training with Genji also became a part of your routine. You weren’t the only one with burdens, you knew just from one look at him. It seemed to be a temporary solution—a refuge—for both of you. You found yourself letting your guard down around him, finding yourself more talkative than you used to be.

He felt familiar. Where everyone was a stranger in Talon, those in Overwatch felt like a friend, even a family. You were veering into unfamiliar territory and it scared you witless. You could lose it all at any second. People like you were meant to be alone and someone else’s to command, but somehow, it felt different with them—with him.

You were friendlier to the other agents, sometimes more willing to tag along in D.Va’s antics, but Genji was something else. It was as if he understood you to your core, able to empathise with you easily. He’d only told you a little bit about his life, about the fateful duel between him and his brother, about his reconstruction. About how it had taken him a long time to be able to accept himself as he was and how you reminded him of who he was in the past.

In turn, you felt you were understanding him better as well. Eventually your time spent with Genji wasn’t limited to only sparring. You spent your time off sitting in comfortable silence with him as he polished his armour. Fighting alongside him was fun, exhilarating, and you felt more and more drawn to his presence.

A positive outcome would usually scare you. What if you lost everything right now? What if they all left you for dead, just like your previous comrades did? You told yourself it was an irrational concern and that you shouldn’t worry about the outcome, but the anxiety in your stomach kept growing. Still, it all seemed to melt away when you were with him. He was a kindred spirit, in a way. You felt seen and heard, like someone truly saw you for who you were instead of what, and it was more relieving than you’d expected.

You plopped yourself down on the floor, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Genji, on the other hand, looked unaffected by the hours of sparring, leisurely standing in his spot.

“It’s so unfair,” you complained lightheartedly, “you’re more durable than I am. I feel like I’m running several marathons.”

He chuckled. “Perhaps we should train your endurance next.”

“You mean what Brigitte and Zarya are putting me through isn’t enough?” You raised your eyebrows. “Way to treat your friends, Genji.”

“We’re friends?”

Your blood ran cold and you paled. Were you moving too fast? You parted your lips, stammering for a bit. “Well, I mean… sorry, I just assumed—”

“I am happy to be your friend.”

“What?”

You could hear the smile in his voice. “It’s nice to see you be carefree. I was afraid you would break me when we first met.”

“You? Afraid?” You laughed and elbowed him softly. Relaxing your shoulders, you glanced back outside the window where the sky was painted in hues of blue and orange. “I don’t know. I guess it just feels new. You guys treat me like a person, not an asset. I didn’t get that treatment with Talon. For most of my life, I always thought I’d end up alone… Dying alone like I almost did that day.”

As he fell silent, you continued, “Thanks for being patient with me, Genji. You didn’t have to, but… You did, and I won’t forget that.”

“I feel we are more similar than we expected,” he said. “It was difficult for me to accept others’ kindness too, but it’s important for us.”

“Yeah,” you agreed quietly. “It really does change you, doesn’t it? I don’t remember the last time I felt this… comfortable with someone.” You glanced at him. “Do you really think I’ll absolve myself one day?”

“I do.” He turned his head towards you. “I myself am doing the same thing. We can walk down this path together.”

You smiled softly. “Yeah. We will.”

#all #requests #genji shimada x reader #shimada genji x reader #x reader #overwatch x reader #cw violence #I might expand on this in the future I like the premise you gave me :3 #anonymous

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silveme · 2 years ago

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dream blunt rotation vs nightmare blunt rotation overwatch characters edition personally i wouldn't mind smoking with soldier 76 he'd probably loosen up and be a pretty fun guy but i do NOT want hanzo in the room

THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK I ALWAYS THINK ABT THIS

Dream blunt rotation:

•Zenyatta: This is obligatory. Cant partake (no mouth) but is amazing to be around. He just has a very chilled out aura. Makes sure everyone’s ok. Brought snacks. Gives amazing advice.

•Reinhardt: Loud but he’d have the best stories and would immediately accept you as if he’s known you his entire life. Overall 10/10 vibes

• Cassidy: Just so cool. Experienced. I think I’d just be looking at him the entire time

• Sombra: Has cool older sister vibes. Will tell you all the wildest gossip. Best playlist too.

• Junkrat: Hear me out but I think he’d pull a 180 and become the smartest man ever. It’d chill him out sm that he’s normal. Very entertaining.

• Mercy: I feel like you can have a really good enlightening conversation with her. Would be down to get deep but wouldn’t make it ~too~ deep, you know? Also unexpectedly funny.

Nightmare blunt rotation:

• Reaper: Terrible vibes. Just brings everyone down “YOUR THE ONLY PEOPLE I CAN SHOW MY DARK SIDE AROUND” *proceeds to blast the worst rap you’ve ever heard*

• Widowmaker: Quiet but I feel like she’d def make you paranoid. Is she judging you? Or is she just staring at you? She’s definitely judging you.

• Moira: Would offer you hard drugs instead. They’re homemade and most likely laced with something that would either kill you or rot your skin off. Also just mean.

• Kiriko: Her smug aura mocks me.

• Hanzo: Total buzzkill. makes everything depressing. Cries and makes it awk. How many times can you go “aw.😕“ before he gets that you don’t want to hear about how he’s worthless for the 100th time. I’m here to chill, not be a therapist. Holds the j and let’s it burn down while he’s talking. Ugh.

• Sigma: Love him, truly I do, but god he’d make me worried. Greens out. Go home pls, get some rest.

#if you have any other entries PLS comment them I’d love to see it #overwatch #sigma #moira #junkrat #reaper #hanzo #kiriko #widowmaker #Sombra #zenyatta #reinhardt #mercy #cole cassidy

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ilovequeercats · 6 months ago

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LORE: Eventually as the opposing Talonclan begins to rise, Watchclan begins to start recruiting more and more warriors to join, including loners Batfur, Swiftfrost, Sleekdance, and Hollyberry, former members of Rogue groups Hawkstripe and Sparrowstrike, as well as the two apprentices Bigpaw and Quickpaw. The clan had begun to thrive, working to protect the forest from vicious rogue groups, the enemy clan, and invading twolegs. It wasn't all great however. One night while Ravenshadow was leading a patrol to confront the Talonclan leader, Talonstar, an accident occurred, causing Ravenshadow to impulsively end up killing the enemy leader, causing relations to worsen with the enemy clan as well as harming the clan's overall reputation in the forest. Because of this, and many other stunts Ravenshadow had been pulling lately, such as being unnecessarily cruel to some kittypets (will elaborate on this later), Watchstar was forced to demote his long-time friend as deputy and replace him with Leopardfang. Watchstar and Ravenshadow had already begun to have some inner conflict, but this worsened their relationship even further.

and anyway

ALLEGIANCES

Leader:

Watchstar-white tom with light blue eyes and a scarred flank. (Adult) (Soldier 76)

Apprentice: Quickpaw

Deputy:

Leopardfang -sleek brown she-cat with striking blue eyes. (Adult) (Sojourn)

Medicine Cat(s)

Owlsight -brown swirled classic tabby she-cat. (Adult) (Ana)

Lightwing -young pale golden she-cat. Earned her warrior name after saving Sparrowstrike from near death. (Young Adult) (Mercy)

Hollyberry -black tortishelle she-cat rescued from "The Gray House" (will be explained later). Her body is beginning to show signs of decay from her time there. (Adult) (Moira)

Warriors:

Ravenshadow -bitter black tom with a scarred flank and messy fur. (Adult) (Reaper)

Apprentice: Bigpaw

Lionheart -very large pale tom with a scratched out eye. (Adult) (Reinhardt)

Emberwhisker -small golden tabby with long curly whiskers. (Adult) (Torbjorn)

Batfur -sleek black and brown she-cat. Former loner named Aurora. (Adult) (Mina Liao)

Hawkstripe -scruffy brown tabby tom. Formerly apart of a group of vicious rogues and named Hawk. (Young Adult) (Cassidy)

Apprentice: Falconpaw

Sparrowstrike -extremely scarred silver tom. Formerly apart of a group of rogues and named Sparrow. Was found near death and saved primarily by Lightwing. Joined the clan to thank his saviors. (Young Adult) (Genji)

Swiftfrost -handsome black and white tom with icy blue eyes. Formerly a loner that lived with his mate Sleekdance. Formerly named Ice. (Adult) (Gerard)

Sleekdance -sleek, shy black she-cat. Joined the clan because of her mate Swiftfrost. Formerly a loner named Dancer. (Adult) (Ameile)

Apprentices:

Falconpaw -dark brown she-cat with blue eyes. (Apprentice) (Pharah)

Quickpaw -sleek ginger she-cat. Found abandoned alongside Bigpaw. (Young Apprentice) (Tracer)

Bigpaw -black dog that found his way into the clan after being found abandoned along with Quickpaw. (Young Apprentice) (Winston)

Queen(s):

Cream -Cream and white she-cat. Works as a permanent nursery queen since she has no want to battle or hunt, takes care of the kits in the clan. Has not had any kits of her own yet. Keeps her loner name. (Adult) (Ingrid)

#overwatch #overwatch au #erin hunter warriors #warrior cats #warriors au #warriors #my art #moira o'deorain #mina liao #cole cassidy #genji shimada #gerard lacroix #amelie lacroix #widowmaker #tracer #winston

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Intro + Masterlist

Hi! I’m Ivy and I have been known to write things on occasion.

27 | Sapphic | Lover of dark content

I have a penchant for writing about scary men (+ women!), and am not opposed to writing smutty and/or dark content. Because of that, this blog is strictly 18+.

Minors + ageless blogs will be blocked

Dark content **is** placed under a cut for those of you who don’t wish to see it!!

Requests are currently ||open for snippets|| (pls check ((rules)) and ((F-List)) before sending requests!

Masterlist Key:

**UTD as of 6/5/23; Check the “my writing” tag to see if Ive posted anything that hasn’t been added to the list yet :)

Kinktober 2023 masterlist here!

OVERWATCH

Unspecified male OW!character x Reader

Heat Stroke He was a furnace and a cuddle monster- a trait you’d greatly appreciated when you’d started sleeping (as in, literally sleeping) with him in the winter. Now? The temperatures were rising and his grip was borderline suffocating at night.

Gabriel Reyes/Reaper

Gabriel throat fucking Reader ✨⚪ Free use throat fucking kink

Kinktober Day 6 (2018) ✨⚪ Daddy | Corset

Kinktober Day 7 (2018) ✨⚫ Praise Kink | Aphrodisiacs

Kinktober Day 10 (2018) ✨⚪ Wax Play | Hair Pulling

Incubus!Reaper Gabriel has something to tell you. Hopefully he doesn’t have a secret wife.

Gabriel Reyes vs 2-year-old toddler Gabriel underestimates the power of a nap

Daddy kink headcanon Tis what it says on the tin. Reyes’ reaction to their s/o having a daddy kink

Reaper teaching his S/O how to kiss Tis what it says on the tin

Moira O’Deorain

Kinktober Day 2 (2018) ✨⚪ Medical Play | Begging

Kinktober Day 11 (2018) ✨⚪ Aphyxiation | Object Insertion

Moira with an affectionate S/O Headcanons of Moira with an S/O who enjoys showing random affection

Looks Can Be Deceiving ✨⚪ Moira thinks you’d look adorable squealing underneath her.

Birdy ⚠️✨🔴 Moira’s in rut and has plans for you.

Daddy Part of your self-appointed job as Moira’s girlfriend was to annoy her on occasion.

Us ❗❗ You can’t overlook this.

Chocolate Kisses ✨⚪ You agree to go on a date with Moira

Problem Solving ✨⚪ You take control when Moira gets too stressed out.

Jack Morrison/Soldier 76** ** F!Reader fics written prior to announcement of Jack’s sexuality

Daddy kink headcanon Tis what it says on the tin. Jack’s reaction to their s/o having a daddy kink

Brat Tamer!76 ✨⚪ You weren’t acting out because you’d missed him. Definitely

Sleeping Dogs Lie ⚠️✨🔴 Jack just wants to make you happy

Movie Night ✨⚪ Jack starts seeing a new mother and develops some new kinks as a result.

Hang Ups ✨⚪ Jack moves past his hang ups.

Stealth ⚠️✨🔴 You’re not nearly as stealthy as you think you are.

Cole Cassidy** ** Older fics refer to Jesse McCree, pre name change

Kinktober Day 1 (2018) ✨⚪ Smiles/Laughter | Deep Throating

Demon!Hanzo x Werewolf!McCree x F! Reader ✨⚫ You decide to summon a demon and there are some… unintended consequences

Nap Time It’s just a fact that boobs make the best pillows

Gratitude ✨⚪ Jesse shows his gratitude to his sweetpea getting a tattoo themed after him

Welcome Home, Baby ✨⚪ Jesse comes home

Daddy kink headcanon Tis what it says on the tin. Cassidy’s reaction to their s/o having a daddy kink

Trying for a baby with his wife headcanons Tis what it says on the tin

Genji Shimada

Late Bloomer (I) (II) ✨⚪✔️ Genji’s precious beta is actually an omega- one whose heat hits her like a freight train.

Dragon!Genji x Reader ✨⚪ You’re ready to carry your lover’s eggs

Bother ✨⚪ You figured Genji wouldn’t care for a second if your cousin was visiting. As it turned out, he cared very much.

Stay ✨⚪ Genji hasn’t been with anyone since his near death experience. Then you join blackwatch.

Playground You and Genji go to a playground

Kitten Play ✨⚪ Being a well respected professional in your work life is fine and all, but there’s comfort in handing the reins over to someone else.

Genji w/ S/O who struggles with penetration ✨⚪ Tis what it says on the tin

Idol Genji has his own way of wishing you good luck for your concerts- This has unintended consequences.

Hanzo Shimada

Demon!Hanzo x Werewolf!McCree x F! Reader ✨⚫ You decide to summon a demon and there are some… unintended consequences

Daddy kink headcanon Tis what it says on the tin. Hanzo’s reaction to their s/o having a daddy kink

Sugar ⚠️ You just got cold feet is all

Incorrigible ✨⚪ You’re an incorrigible tease when you want to be.

Hanzo x Reader ✨⚪ You let Hanzo tie you up like a thanksgiving turkey

Candy Hanzo has some concerns about all the reader's candy

Trying for a baby with his wife headcanons Tis what it says on the tin

Sombra

Kinktober Day 3 (2018) ✨⚪ Sensory Deprivation | Edgeplay

Aleksandra Zaryanova

Zarya + Chubby!Reader Self love is important, but can be hard

Akande Ogundimu

Phone Etiquette Akande knows how to make a boring business call much more interesting.

See Something You Like? You notice when Akande starts timing his workouts to match with yours.

Wilhelm Reinhardt

Sugar Daddy!Reinhardt Headcanons of sugar daddy Reinhardt

Lucio Correia dos Santos

Trying for a baby with his wife headcanons Tis what it says on the tin

Far Cry 5

Jacob Seed

Apex Predator (I) ⚠️⭕ The Deputy has a secret, and Jacob makes it his mission to bring her to heel

What You Want (I) (II) (III) ⚠️✨🔴»⚫ ✔️ Jacob learns the deputy is his mate and sets out to subdue her

Quality Over Quantity (I) (II) ✨⚪✔️ Jacob ensures the continuation of the Chosen’s line

Happy ✨⚪ She was content with her place in the middle of the pack. Then Jacob took notice of her.

All Good Things He's been sweet on her ever since she propositioned him back in Missouri

Better Late than Never Pushing 50, Jacob had figured years ago his dreams of a wife and kids weren’t happening

Unrequited ❗❗ Not sure I’ll ever actually finish this- Jacob is in love with the deputy, but marries one of the women in the cult after the deputy marries John

Kinktober Day 4 (2018) ✨⚪ Spanking | Spit Roasting

Kinktober Day 8 (2018) ✨⚪ Hate Fucking/Angry Sex | Fisting

Illness The Deputy gets sick in the cages

Can’t Sleep Jacob's insomnia is not new- when the Reader can't sleep, he offers a potential solution

Good With Kids John gives commentary on Jacob's baby-handling skills

“You smell like wet dog” Fluffy one-off where Reader informs Jacob he needs a bath.

Love Language Tis what it says on the tin

Favorite Kinks Tis what it says on the tin

John Seed

Baptism of Blood ⚠️ John finally has a willing soul to cleanse

Kinktober Day 5 (2018) ⚠️✨⚪ Sadism/Masochism | Blood/Gore

Love Language Tis what it says on the tin

Favorite Kinks Tis what it says on the tin

Joseph Seed

Love Language Tis what it says on the tin

Favorite Kinks Tis what it says on the tin

Faith Seed

Love Language Tis what it says on the tin

Favorite Kinks Tis what it says on the tin

Eli Palmer

Kinktober Day 4 (2018) ✨⚪ Spanking | Spit Roasting

Kinktober Day 9 (2018) ✨⚪ Titfucking | Lingerie

Call Of Duty

Simon Ghost Riley

Simon’s Spotify Playlist Don’t ask me for anyone else’s lol. He’s the only one who gets one.

Spoiled ✨⚪ Spoiled the thought flashes across his head. Course it doesn’t help that he’s utterly whipped. He’ll give you anything you ask for just because you want it.

Bonded ❗❗ You and Simon are caught off guard during a mission

SS: Overstim Tis what it says on the tin

John Price

Blind Date John goes on a blind date. It goes well

John Soap MacTavish

Steel Magnolia Soap falls head over heels for the base’s fire breathing preceptor

Character Study: Honey

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Under My Skin Your situationship uncomplicates itself on a rainy night

König

SS: Pregnancy Risk Not only does König not care that it's not safe to finish inside- that's kinda the point.

Platonic Reader + 141

The B.A.G. Coalition You accidentally spill the beans on why Graves can’t get a date

#cod x reader #overwatch x reader #far cry 5 x reader #x reader #my writing

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winters8child · 5 months ago

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It´s been a long, long time

Chapter 76

After we stormed out on Tony, we found ourselves seated in yet another office, this time with Sam. The room felt no different from the others—sterile, with the same bland decor and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. The blonde woman from earlier entered, her movements smooth and unhurried. She handed Sam a receipt listing our confiscated gear.

“Bird costume? Seriously?” Sam grumbled, squinting at the receipt in disbelief.

The woman raised her hands in mock surrender, her expression calm but amused. “I didn’t write it,” she replied, her voice light with a hint of a smile. Then, her eyes shifted to me, and she offered a warm, friendly grin.

“I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Sharon. It’s so nice to finally meet you,” she said, extending her hand. Her grip was firm but soft when I reluctantly shook it, feeling an odd twinge of unease.

So, this was her—the woman I’d assumed was cozying up to Steve. She was undeniably attractive, the kind of pretty that set off alarm bells. A subtle, understated beauty that could easily make anyone feel a pang of insecurity. Or maybe it was just my own bitterness creeping in, tainting my thoughts.

Steve’s gaze was locked on the monitors, his expression tense as the screens displayed a live feed of Bucky and the psychologist assigned to evaluate him. The room was thick with the weight of unspoken concerns.

“I’m not here to judge you,” the shrink said, his voice calm but probing as he leaned forward slightly. “I just want to ask you a few questions. Do you know where you are, James? I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, James.”

“My name is Bucky,” Bucky responded, his voice steady, but there was a hint of defiance in it that sent a shiver down my spine. My heart jumped at the sound of his name, spoken with such conviction. It was like hearing a piece of the real Bucky emerge from the shadows of his past.

Steve frowned, his thoughts clearly racing, before he turned to Sharon. “Why would the Task Force release this photo to begin with?” he asked, his tone edged with frustration.

Sharon’s brows knitted together in thought. “Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can?” she suggested, her voice carrying a note of uncertainty.

Steve nodded, a grim understanding settling in. “Right. It's a good way to flush a guy out of hiding. Set off a bomb, get your picture taken. Get seven billion people looking for the Winter Soldier.”

I perked up at that, a spark of realization in my voice. "Do you think someone might be framing him to draw him out?"

Sam shook his head slowly, a trace of frustration in his expression. "We looked for the guy for two years and found nothing."

I shrugged, a hint of sarcasm creeping into my tone. "Well, you didn’t exactly bomb the UN."

Sharon’s gaze shifted to me, her frown deepening. "Yeah, but even if someone did bomb the UN to flush him out, it wouldn’t guarantee that the person who framed him would find him. It just ensures that we would."

The realization hit us like a wave—something was seriously wrong, and the psychologist was somehow involved. Just as the gravity of the situation settled in, the room was abruptly plunged into darkness.

"Sub-level five. East Wing," Sharon said urgently, her voice edged with panic as the emergency lights flickered on, casting an eerie, intermittent glow.

We bolted out of the room, adrenaline pumping, as chaos erupted around us. People rushed past, their faces illuminated by the erratic emergency lighting, all scrambling to figure out what was happening. The sound of hurried footsteps and muffled shouts filled the corridor as we raced toward the East Wing, the urgency of the situation pressing heavily on us.

But by the time we arrived, it was already too late. The hallway was a grisly sight: guards sprawled on the floor, some lifeless, others writhing in pain. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of fear.

In the midst of the chaos, the psychologist lay on the ground, his pleas for help a desperate, pitiful sound. I didn’t waste a moment. My heart pounded as I charged forward, stepping over the fallen bodies with grim determination.

Reaching the psychologist, I seized him by the lapels of his jacket, yanking him up with a brutal force. His eyes widened in terror as I slammed him against the wall, the impact echoing through the corridor. “What have you done? What do you want?” I roared, my voice a fierce mix of anger and desperation as I shook him violently, demanding answers.

“See an empire fall,” the psychologist sneered, his lips curled into a smirk as he stared up at me with twisted satisfaction. His words were a taunt, even as I let him drop to the ground, a surge of frustration coursing through me. I wished desperately that I had my knife on me, if only to give him a taste of his own medicine.

As I turned away from the repugnant figure, a sudden, fierce force slammed me back against the wall. The impact rattled my bones, and I looked up to see Bucky’s face contorted with rage. His hands were like iron grips around my throat, cutting off my air.

Steve lunged toward us, shouting, “Bucky, stop!” But his efforts were in vain as Bucky’s metal arm lashed out, sending Steve crashing to the floor with a jarring thud. The force of the blow left Steve sprawled, struggling to regain his footing while Bucky’s grip tightened around my neck, his fury palpable.

“Bucky, it’s me!” I choked out, my voice barely a rasp as I struggled to breathe. His grip was unyielding, his eyes clouded with a fierce, unrecognizable anger.

Just when I thought I might lose consciousness, Steve reappeared. He charged forward, his face set in a determined grimace. With a powerful kick to Bucky’s side, Steve sent him sprawling backward, the force of the blow making Bucky crash into the wall and release me in the process.

I crumpled to the floor, gasping for air, my hands scrabbling at the cold, hard ground. Each breath was a laborious effort, and I coughed violently, trying to reclaim my stolen breath. On all fours, I fought to steady myself, the taste of fear and adrenaline sharp on my tongue.

Bucky was back on his feet in an instant, his movements driven by a primal intensity as he lunged at Steve. The two of them collided in a whirlwind of fists and fury, their punches landing with bone-jarring force as they fought their way through the narrow, chaotic halls.

Desperate to intervene, I sprinted after them. As I closed the distance, I leapt onto Bucky’s back, wrapping my arm around his neck in a desperate attempt to subdue him. My heart raced with the realization that I didn’t want to hurt him, but if I didn’t stop him, he’d end up killing both Steve and me.

But Bucky was relentless. With a powerful surge, he used his metal arm to pry me off, the strength of his grip sending me crashing into the wall with a jarring impact. Pain exploded through my body, but there was no time to dwell on it. As I slumped to the ground, Bucky turned back to his brutal assault, resuming his relentless barrage of kicks and punches against Steve, who struggled to defend himself amidst the relentless onslaught.

Bucky had Steve cornered against the elevator doors, his rage unfettered as he pummeled Steve with relentless force. With one final, devastating punch, Bucky’s blow shattered the elevator doors, sending Steve tumbling down the dark, gaping shaft. He looked back at me one last time and disappeared in the hallway to his right.

My heart leapt into my throat as I scrambled to my feet, urgency driving me to the edge of the shaft. I peered into the abyss, straining to see through the dim light. “Steve!” I called, my voice echoing off the steel walls.

From the darkness below, Steve’s voice floated up, strained but resolute. “I’m good! Go after him!” he urged, his words laced with determination as he began to climb the walls of the shaft with grim determination.

Without hesitation, I turned and bolted after Bucky, my mind racing with the need to stop him before he could cause more damage.

I burst into the lobby, and the chaos unfolded before me. Bucky was engaged in a fierce battle, fending off several agents at once with a brutal efficiency that left little room for hesitation. The room was a whirlwind of movement, the agents’ shouts and the clatter of combat creating a frenetic backdrop.

In the midst of the fray, Tony was huddled behind a pillar, his eyes scanning the chaos as he clutched one of his gadgets that looked like a glove. With a swift motion, he activated it, sending a pulse streaking across the room. The pulse struck Bucky, who staggered for a brief, disoriented moment. It was a fleeting respite, though, as Tony wasted no time. He darted from his cover, intent on taking Bucky head-on.

I watched, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. Tony’s bravado was admirable, but I knew, deep down, he stood little chance against Bucky’s raw strength. And as for me, I wasn’t sure if I’d fare any better.

Bucky seized a pistol from one of the fallen agents, his movements swift and purposeful. He raised the weapon, aiming it directly at Tony. Reacting quickly, Tony thrust his gloved hand toward the pistol’s muzzle, closing his hand around it to block the gun’s firing mechanism. The struggle was intense, Tony’s gadget pressing against the pistol’s mouth as Bucky fought to pull the trigger. With a frustrated growl, Bucky kicked Tony in the chest and sent him flying.

I sprinted forward, my heart pounding as I slid across the slick floor, my legs extended in a desperate attempt to trip Bucky. My foot connected with his, sending him crashing to the ground with a resounding thud.

Without hesitation, I scrambled onto his back, trying to restrain him. "Bucky, please..." I pleaded, my voice strained with desperation.

But Bucky’s response was swift and brutal. With a powerful elbow jab to my side, he sent me crashing to the floor, the impact knocking the wind out of me. I barely had time to recover before he seized me by the throat, his grip ironclad and unyielding.

Suddenly, Natasha appeared out of nowhere. She leaped onto Bucky’s back, her legs clamped tightly around his shoulders. She hammered at his head with her elbows, a determined assault aimed at breaking through his focus.

Despite Natasha’s relentless attacks, Bucky’s strength prevailed. He wrenched her off with a sudden, violent motion, tossing her through the air. Natasha hit a nearby table with a sickening crash, the wood splintering and breaking under the impact. The room was filled with the sharp sound of splintering wood and Natasha’s grimace of pain as she lay amid the debris.

I scrambled to my feet, heart racing as Bucky advanced on me again, his eyes blazing with fury. Desperation drove me to an idea, and I took a deep breath, trying to steady my trembling voice.

“There is more good in you than you know, child of the kindly West!” I shouted, backing up until my back hit the wall. I didn’t break eye contact, my gaze locked with his, trying to pierce through the haze of anger in his eyes.

Bucky halted abruptly, his face mere inches from mine. For a moment, the intensity of his gaze felt like a tangible force. He reached out with his metal hand, and I flinched instinctively, bracing myself for the fear that he might choke me.

Instead of choking me, Bucky’s metal hand gently cupped my face, his touch surprisingly tender. His face was so close to mine that I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. I stared into his intense blue eyes, the depth of his emotions almost palpable. His long hair fell disheveled across his forehead, adding a wild, haunting quality to the moment.

I closed my eyes, bracing myself for what I feared might come next, a kiss that would seal the fragile connection we had in that tense moment. But just as the tension reached its peak, Steve’s voice sliced through the silence. “Bucky,” he called out, his tone firm and urgent.

The sudden interruption jolted us apart. I staggered back, breathless and disoriented, while Bucky stepped away, his expression a mix of confusion and turmoil. Steve’s voice held a note of urgency, though it was unclear whether he had noticed the charged moment between us.

“We have to go,” Steve said urgently, his eyes flickering between Bucky and me, the gravity of the situation palpable in his voice. Sam appeared behind Steve, his gaze sweeping over the three of us. The air was thick with an unspoken tension, a charged energy hanging between us all.

After a moment’s pause, Sam spoke up, breaking the silence with a hint of resolve. “I know a place,” he said, his voice steady and practical despite the chaos around us.

As we turned to follow Sam, the weight of what had just transpired lingered, a reminder that our struggle was far from over.

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Sonic Cyber Revolution, Entry 76: Destiny In Hand

''In a city veiled by dusk, beneath the dimming skies, he walks alone, his past a lock without a key. Fleeting whispers haunt him, echoes of soft cries, tangled tales spun in threads of mystery. This is who I am! This is WHO I AM! Illuminating the dark, lighting up the land! This is where I stand! This is WHERE I STAND! Forging through the night, with destiny in hand!''

– Destiny In Hand (What if AI made a "Shadow the Hedgehog" song?) by Retro Bird AI

xXxXxXx

Eclipse felt his heart racing as he found himself in the middle of the battlefield, with the Black Arms fighting the Irregular Hunters and ARMS agents. He summoned the Dark Laser, blasting his way through several Hunters who attempted to stop him and took flight with Dark Wing. He deeply regretted leaving his brethren to fight Neos City's defenders, wincing every time he sensed a soldier of the Black Arms falling at their hands. He wished that he could help them, but there was absolutely nothing he could do – not when he had direct orders from Black Doom to confront Shadow once again.

Eclipse frowned, gritting his teeth as he sensed a Black Macho, one of their strongest warriors, being taken down. He had no idea who had done it, having lost the connection before he could even find the culprit, but he could feel the rage growing within him. Even though the Black Arms were making progress in conquering Neos City, they were still losing soldiers, leaving Eclipse furious. This was his family and he had to watch them fall one by one, sacrificing their lives for the sake of protecting their race and finding them a suitable home.

''This is all Shadow's fault! If he wasn't so stubborn and loyal to that human, we would've already won and prevented unnecessary losses!'' Eclipse growled, now flying faster. Thanks to the hive mind, he could sense where Shadow was and even invade his mind from a distance, but he decided against it. Shadow still didn't know how the hive mind worked, which would allow Eclipse to ambush him. He hoped that this would allow him to take down Shadow, considering how the dark hedgehog was more powerful than him. Even if Eclipse could block his Chaos Powers with his mere presence, Shadow could still use his Doom Powers to fight back and Eclipse knew that his older brother had probably gathered enough experience using the Doom Powers. ''Even if I ambush him, he would still be able to overpower me. I need something that would give me the edge…''

Eclipse paused mid-air, suddenly sensing something,… something powerful. He flew towards this source of energy, realizing that it was originating from an abandoned building. He spotted a red glow, with a gem lying just behind the window. Eclipse pressed his hands against the glass, his eyes wide as he realized what he was staring at. ''The Chaos Emerald… I found it! I found it!'' He grinned, feeling the excitement growing. ''Black Doom will be so pleased with this!''

Energy crackled in Eclipse's fist and he shattered the glass, grabbing the red Chaos Emerald and gazing at its magnificence. He could feel its power surging through his own body, jolts of energy that would spike whenever he attempted to draw more from the gem. Eclipse's first thought was to bring it to Black Doom. Sure, Shadow was supposed to be the one who gathered all the Chaos Emeralds, but Eclipse figured that the Black Arms would benefit from having a Chaos Emerald found by someone who was actually loyal to them.

Eclipse frowned, recalling Touka's words. He had no doubt that Shadow would eventually join the Black Arms, but the way things were going, it became more and more clear to him that Black Doom would have to force Shadow to stand with them. Eclipse wasn't sure how to feel about this scenario. He knew that the Black Arms were Black Doom's arms and legs, with him being the only one with a sense of individuality, but that didn't make them less of a family. But, now he had encountered another person who was similar to him – a Black Arms alien, but also his own individual – and he wondered whether Black Doom would go too far if he made Shadow his a soldier this way.

Eclipse shivered, aware how Black Doom wasn't someone who would easily forgive betrayal and, even if Shadow's behavior personally frustrated him a lot, Eclipse still hoped that Black Doom wouldn't punish his older brother or even kill him off outright. He believed that there was still hope for Shadow, and now that he had a Chaos Emerald, he was certain that he would be able to reach his goal.

''But, first…'' Eclipse gazed down at the street, having taken note of several Irregulars, lead by a white kitsune, fighting against the Black Arms. ''I need to see what damage I can do with the Chaos Emerald.''

He flew towards them, making sure to stay out of their sight. Fortunately for him, the small group of Irregulars, led by Shiro, was too focused on the Black Arms to even notice the little alien above them. Shiro waved her fan in one swift movement, unleashing blue flames upon the Black Arms and burning them, with the rest of the Irregulars attacking them to finish them off.

''Don't let any of them escape!'' Shiro ordered the aggressive Irregulars as they took several aliens down and rushed towards a Black Assassin, which suddenly teleported, then fired from its laser-type handgun weapon. However, Shiro was much faster, sending out a fiery tornado with a swing of her fan, burning the Black Assassin to ashes. That alien was quite durable, but fortunately, Shiro was strong enough to deal with them.

What she didn't expect was to suddenly being attacked by a barrage of energy spears from above. She gasped in surprise, doing her best to dodge all of the energy spears, only to get caught by one of them, sending her flying and hitting the ground hard. She felt a surge of pain, but managed to lift her head to see a winged imp-like alien hovering above her while holding a red gem.

''This is the power of the Black Arms! If you dare to defy us, we will destroy all of you!'' Eclipse told her.

''I don't care who you are! You are on our turf and we won't let you steal our BioEnergy- agh!''

Shiro stared in horror as one of the Irregulars was hit with a spear of energy right in the chest, falling over dead. Eclipse's gold eyes were glowing, with red energy sparking in his hand as he looked down on them. The Black Arms regrouped, going after the other Irregulars, while Eclipse turned to Shiro, who just realized she was about to die. However, given how Eclipse appeared to be more self-aware than the other Black Arms soldiers, she knew that she had to keep him talking.

''Look, we've been here much longer before you. It is only natural for two very different groups who with the same goal to clash,'' Shiro started, causing Eclipse to pause. The little alien smirked, aware that the kitsune was terrified of him and was trying to stall.

''You were destroying my family. Why would you think that I would let you go so easily?'' Eclipse responded. Shiro's breaths were shallow, her heart racing when she saw an energy spear forming in Eclipse's hand, this one being even more powerful than the previous. She knew she only had once chance to escape.

Eclipse fired the Chaos Spear at Shiro just as the kitsune swung her fan once again, creating a wall of blue flames that didn't stop the energy spear from passing through, but it as enough of a distraction for Shiro to create an illusion of herself and get away. Eclipse was left baffled when the illusion disappeared, but he didn't care too much. After all, the kitsune was too weak to pose any danger to him and he figured that she learned her lesson of avoiding the Black Arms.

Instead, he focused on his goal of finding Shadow, flying off into the distance.

xXx

Tails fired another blast from his laser gun at the nearest Black Arms alien, allowing him and Warren to pass through the street. The two had left CyExLabs a while ago, having decided to join the rest of Team Neos who were fighting against the alien invasion. They had already sent Lucas all of the information they could gather, so this was all they could do for now. Or, that's what they thought, because not too far away from them was Dr. Eggman driving in his EggMobile, and a simple glance and nod was enough for the duo to confirm that they wanted to follow him. Lucas had told them that Eggman was up to something, but he wasn't sure what it was, so this was their opportunity to gather more information.

''Damned aliens, getting in my way-'' Eggman growled as another flying alien swooped down on him, about to retaliate when a laser blast took it down. Stunned, he looked around, only to spot Tails and Warren following him; Tails flying while Warren was on his hoverboard. ''Prower and Taylor, I haven't expected you two to show up.''

''Let's skip to the chase, Eggman,'' Tails interrupted him. ''We saw the Badniks and we know you're up to something.''

''Why would you think I'm up to something?'' Eggman asked innocently. ''I'm merely performing my duty of protecting my city from the alien invasion.''

''Your city?'' Warren rose an eyebrow, both him and Tails giving the Doctor an exasperated look.

''Well, I'm living here,'' Eggman protested. Tails and Warren decided to let this one go, as they had no time for arguments.

''Never mind, what's your game plan?'' Warren asked. ''Even with Shadow gathering the Chaos Emerald, we still have to deal with the fact that, once the Black Comet appears, there won't be anything we can use to destroy it.''

''I see that you two have already thought so far ahead, but I went even a step further,'' Eggman replied proudly. ''I alone hold the solution to our problem.''

''What is it?'' Tails asked.

''You'll soon know, but first – I'm sure that you have noticed how the environment changes in phases,'' Eggman said, with Tails and Warren nodding. ''There should be one last phase that, according to my very precise calculations, will allow for the Black Comet to finally appear. However, that won't be the only celestial object in the sky once I'm done.''

''What are you-? Wait-'' Warren paused, gathering his thoughts, while Eggman gave him a gleeful look. ''You're talking about Space Colony ARK.''

''More precisely, I'm talking about the Eclipse Cannon,'' Eggman replied, leaning over the EggMobile. ''Even if Shadow goes Super, there is still not guarantee that he'll be able to destroy all of the Black Arms or the Black Comet.''

''Then we're coming with you,'' Tails said in a resolute tone. ''Even if you're honest about using it to destroy the Black Coment, we can't trust you that you won't be using it against Neos City.''

''Eh, whatever- If you want to come along, then better keep up,'' Eggman said. Tails and Warren were a bit taken aback by this response, but followed him nonetheless.

xXx

Silver took a deep breath of relief, noting how he, Makoto and the Babylon Rogues had managed to clear out the area they were at, defeating the Black Arms, but it was clear that there were still more to come. He turned to his partner. ''Where do we go next?''

''I'm not sure. The most we can do is to keep on fighting the Black Arms until we get a message from Lucas,'' Makoto said, shrugging.

''Doesn't Lucas have some kind of a plan?'' Chase asked, raising an eyebrow.

''Of course he does, but that plan depends on Shadow finding all of the Chaos Emeralds,'' Makoto answered.

''All Shadow wants is to defeat Black Doom and save Touka,'' Silver added, clenching his fist and giving the Babylon Rogues a resolute look. ''Even if there is no set plan, we will still do our best to support him.''

''I guess we're lucky it's just the Black Arms,'' Wave said, leaning against her huge wrench, having used it to beat up the aliens. Suddenly, a purple mass started to spread through the street, looking like a massive shadow that consumed everything in its sight.

''You just had to jinx us,'' Rika grumbled, glaring at Wave. Before the swallow could even respond, the Babylon Rogues got suddenly separated from Makoto and Silver via a massive crystal wall that appeared from the ground, followed by a ring of fire.

''Agh, what's going on?!'' Jet shouted, backing away from the flames. Fortunately for them, the flames dissipated and the crystal wall shattered, leaving a giant outline in the street that was still covered in the purple, shadow-like mass, with one figure standing right in the center of it.

''Mephiles!''

Makoto and Silver glared daggers at the dark shadow, who in turn was quite pleased to see them.

''Even if Black Doom had laid claim on Neos City and its inhabitants, that doesn't mean that I won't cast my own shadow,'' Mephiles said, his gaze fixed on Silver.

Silver gritted his teeth, feeling the rage bubbling within him. Not only was Neos City in danger due to the Black Arms, but Mephiles, the one responsible for the city's future demise, was also here to cause further chaos. Silver refused to allow this, surrounding himself with cyan energy and flying into the air as he confronted Mephiles.

''I won't let you destroy Neos City! Not now, not in the future! Never!'' Silver growled, his gold eyes glowing cyan as he sensed Makoto sharing his own BioEnergy thanks to Chaos Surge. Despite fighting the whole day and holding back the Black Arms army, the teenager still had enough strength to share it with him. Mephiles laughed darkly, his amused tone sending chills down everyone's spines.

''You? You are too naive to even comprehend the force you're trying to defeat,'' Mephiles responded, stretching his arms out as dark flames started to swirl around his body. ''But if you insist, then I shall give you a demonstration!''

There was a chilling roar as the flames built up into a raging inferno. To Silver, Makoto and the Babylon Rogues' horror, an entity that could only be described as a fire demon emerged from the inferno, its humanoid body a mess of fire, lava and stone.

''Iblis…'' Makoto muttered, his eyes wide in horror. It was one thing to fight Mephiles, but both Mephiles and Iblis?! If they merged together, this would become a suicide mission. He exchanged glances with Silver, who was just as shocked to see Mephiles unleash Iblis, but his this shock was quickly replaced by a resolute look. Both nodded, understanding the message. It didn't matter what kind of opponent they'd face, they would do everything in their power to protect Neos City.

''Uh, Boss, what's that?!'' Storm asked, pointing at Iblis. Jet had no answer, having never seen anything like that monster before, with Chase taking over.

''That monster is called Iblis, and if it merges together with Mephiles to create Solaris… Well, we're all basically doomed,'' Chase explained.

''Are these two really going to fight it?'' Arven asked, pointing at Makoto and Silver. ''That's crazy!''

''What else are they going to do?!'' Rika interrupted in frustration. ''We can't just throw a wrench at it!''

''Speaking of which, what are we going to do?'' Jet suddenly asked, with the group exchanging unnerved glances. It was one thing to fight the Black Arms, who were just alien soldiers, but Mephiles and Iblis were way out of their power level.

This battle now depended on Silver and Makoto.

xXx

''Do you sense anything?'' Rouge asked Shadow, taking note of the frown on his expression. Omega, on the other hand, was celebrating taking down a Hammer Oak.

''It should be here, but…'' Shadow furrowed a brow, suddenly turning around. Both Rouge and Omega were alert, realizing that something was wrong. The three quickly dodged a barrage of Chaos Spears, scattering around the street. Shadow looked up, spotting a familiar figure flying above him. He growled. ''Eclipse!''

''Hello, brother! Going by your reaction, you seem to be quite happy to see me!'' Eclipse grinned, teasing the dark hedgehog, while Shadow just glared at him.

''Uh, Shadow, who is this and why is he calling you his brother?'' Rouge asked.

''My sensors are telling me that this creature is a Black Arms alien,'' Omega said. ''The only connection between them is their shared DNA.'' He turned to Shadow. ''Shadow, do you want me to stop this family reunion with fire?''

''Hey, I am still here!'' Eclipse shouted, annoyed at being ignored. Shadow smirked, having to admit that it was a little amusing to see Eclipse getting so annoyed, but his smirk dropped the moment he sensed the Chaos Emerald in Eclipse's hands. ''You couldn't have even bothered to tell your friends about your family. I'm disappointed, Shadow.'' He then turned to Rouge and Omega. ''I don't think you'll live long enough to get to know me better, but still – I am Eclipse the Darkling, The Ultimate Alien!''

Shadow scoffed. ''I have defeated you once and I will do so again. Now, hand over the Chaos Emerald!''

''Only because you defeat me once doesn't mean that I'm going to bow to your whims,'' Eclipse replied, glaring at Shadow. ''If you want the Chaos Emerald, then join the Black Arms.'' Shadow's response was a Chaos Spear to the face, which Eclipse managed to fortunately dodge. The little alien shot a glare at his older brother, gritting his teeth. ''If you're going to be so stubborn, fine! I'll defeat you and drag you to the Black Comet myself!''

Shadow snapped his fingers in an attempt to create another Chaos Spear, only for the energy to fizzle out, realizing that Eclipse was once again blocking his Chaos Energy. He narrowed his eyes, aware he would have to rely on his Doom Powers. The familiar sense of tearing in his back had returned as his massive black and red wings emerged, but at this point, he was used to the pain he felt. He charged into the sky, lunging at Eclipse. The little alien flew up, turning the whole battle into an aerial chase, with the two leaving Rouge and Omega behind.

''Should we do something? I want to eliminate Eclipse, but it seems that Shadow is more suitable for that,'' Omega asked.

''I think we should leave the two to their family reunion. If something goes wrong, we'll interfere,'' Rouge replied, smiling. ''After all, Shadow knows who his real family is.''

Meanwhile, Shadow was chasing Eclipse between the buildings, the little alien managing to maneuver between them expertly, hoping that he would somehow lose Shadow and ambush him once again. He didn't get too far, as Shadow fired several Doom Spears at him, forcing Eclipse to dodge and fly upwards, noting just how relentless his older brother was. He managed to turn around, firing a barrage of Chaos Emerald-powered Chaos Spears at Shadow, but the latter evaded them. It was clear that at this point, Shadow got used to his Doom Powers, enough to use them as if he had been using them his whole life. That put a damper in Eclipse's plans, but he wasn't giving up.

Shadow continued his assault, even when Eclipse suddenly dove towards him. His eyes widened in surprise when Eclipse suddenly disappeared in a flash of light, and he turned around, only to get hit with an energy blast close range and fall.

Eclipse smirked in satisfaction, having used Chaos Snap to get behind Shadow and use his Dark Laser to get a hit on him. He then flew after the dark hedgehog, attempting to grab him, but Shadow suddenly turned around mid-air, firing a Doom Spear right at Eclipse's hand. The little alien cried out in pain, suddenly dropping the Chaos Emerald. They locked eyes for a moment, only for both of them to dive after the plummeting Chaos Emerald.

Shadow was closer to it, noting how the gem was falling towards Cosmo River, but as he tried to reach it, Eclipse suddenly used Chaos Snap to catch the Chaos Emerald right before it could fall into the river and quickly disappeared in a flash of light, forcing Shadow to land on the water surface, using Doom Surf to steady himself. He looked up, glaring at Eclipse, who was hovering just above him, smirking.

Suddenly, Eclipse pointed one had at Shadow, with the dark hedgehog forcing the black manta-ray creature keeping him afloat to move, escaping the devastating sonic blast and charging towards the little alien. He leapt into the air, managing to clock Eclipse in the face, with the little alien stumbling back, but still staying in the air as Shadow went for a kick. He blocked it with his free hand, only to get hit by Doom Spear from up close. Eclipse took the hit, feeling waves of pain spreading from his chest and through his body, but still kept a tight grip on the Chaos Emerald.

Before he could even recover, Shadow followed up with a barrage of punches and kicks, culminating into a powerful Doom Blast that sent Eclipse flying and crashing into a building. Shadow flew into the room, taking note of the shattered glass and Eclipse lying on the floor, the red Chaos Emerald lying between the two. He scoffed, walking towards the Chaos Emerald, only to get stopped in his tracks by a Chaos Spear from Eclipse.

''I have to hand it to you – you're stubborn,'' Shadow said, staring at Eclipse.

''At least you're acknowledging that we have something in common,'' Eclipse replied, breathing heavily as he sat up. Shadow paused.

''It's the only thing we have in common,'' he stated. Eclipse frowned.

''What about family? Fine, I get it, you hate me and won't acknowledge me as your brother, but I know that human, Touka, is your sister and you're loyal to her,'' Eclipse said, slowly getting up.

''You're correct,'' Shadow replied, wondering where Eclipse was going with this.

''I have talked to her,'' Eclipse suddenly said, taking note of the brief look of surprise on Shadow's expression. The surprise was swiftly replaced with anger.

''If you tried to harm her in any way…'' Shadow growled, with Eclipse feeling a chill flowing down his spine as he tried hard not to look at his clawed hand.

''What I meant to say is that I understand your loyalty towards her. She was quite fierce about protecting you,'' Eclipse explained. ''It's a shame she also isn't Black Arms.''

''She is much better than all of you combined!'' Shadow snarled. ''I doubt that you will ever understand why I will always pick Touka over you. You can tell Black Doom the same.''

''Our father knows what is best for our kind…'' Eclipse started, annoyed when he heard the mocking tone Shadow used when addressing the alien warlord.

''Black Doom is nothing more but an obstacle in my path. He decided to conquer this world, the world I protect for Touka's sake, and I will make sure that he will fall for daring to make this grave mistake,'' Shadow responded in a firm tone, taking a step forward as his crimson eyes started to glow. Energy crackled in Eclipse's hand, and he moved, trying to punch Shadow, only for his hand to go through air as Shadow ducked, kicking Eclipse in the chest and sending him flying back. The little alien landed with a thud on the floor, allowing Shadow to take the red Chaos Emerald for himself. He then turned on his heel, walking away.

''Sh-Shadow…'' Eclipse called out for him, with Shadow stopping and glancing back. It appeared that Eclipse wasn't done yet, despite the injuries he had suffered. He once again got up, arm pressing over his stomach. ''Maybe, I can't stop you, but Father will… He will punish you for this.''

''Hmph. I will be the one to judge Black Doom,'' Shadow replied, his dark wings vanishing as he leapt out of the building, using Doom Morph to get down to the street. Eclipse felt his legs give in and he fell on the floor, exhausted and hurt.

The sense of coldness washed over him as it finally hit him that he lost the Chaos Emerald to Shadow, despite having managed to claim it for the Black Arms. If Black Doom ever learned about this, Eclipse could only pray that he remained alive. Not only that, but Shadow was firm in his decision to stand against the Black Arms, with Eclipse even wondering if it was worth using the hive mind to force his control over Shadow. However, at this point, he was too tired to even focus. He only had enough remaining energy to return to the Black Comet.

''What should I do? I can't let Black Doom know what happened… But, he will know since that is how the hive mind works,'' Eclipse muttered under his breath, feeling the panic set in. As much as he respected his father, he couldn't deny that he also feared him. Black Doom was unforgiving when it came to failure, especially a massive one like this.

The Black Arms was a violent and hive-minded race of extraterrestrial beings created and led by Black Doom. Even though Eclipse considered his race a huge family, he knew damn well that Black Doom was the one who controlled who remained alive and who died. If Black Doom felt that Eclipse was no longer useful, he would get rid off him, one way or another.

''I took a risk in creating you. Do not disappoint me, Eclipse!''

Those were the first words he heard from Black Doom, and they still echoed in his mind, leaving him anxious. He wanted to make his father proud more than anything else, but any control he had was lost. While Shadow soared, having a family and friends who supported him, Eclipse was left behind, watching his own family getting mercilessly decimated and his father not caring whether he'd survive or not. Eclipse forced himself to stand up despite his injuries, taking a deep breath and vanishing in a flash of light.

''What happens next doesn't matter anymore. I will get my revenge on Shadow, regardless of the cost!''

xXx

Touka furrowed a brow as she saw who entered the chamber where she was kept at. It appeared that Black Doom personally decided to grace her with his presence. The alien overlord stared at her silently, his three glowing red eyes almost boring into her, as if he was trying to read her thoughts.

''Too bad for you that I'm not part of the hive mind,'' Touka suddenly said, glaring at the alien overlord. To her surprise, Black Doom seemed to be more amused by her comment, correctly guessing what she was thinking.

''I have no need for a pathetic human among my ranks,'' Black Doom replied, only to pause for a moment. ''Still, I am aware that you do have some use thanks to your BioEnergy.''

Touka kept quiet, wondering just how much Black Doom and the Black Arms even knew about BioEnergy. She knew that they wanted to use humans as a food source and that they were Irregulars, but she got the impression that this food source was more eating humanity and less using them for their BioEnergy. ''How much did Toshiro and Mephiles tell you?''

Black Doom had to admit that it was impressive how this mere human managed to immediately assess the situation. Indeed, he wasn't privy to that particular information of the existence of BioEnergy, and Toshiro and Mephiles told him everything he needed to know. Admittedly, he couldn't care less about BioEnergy, as his true goal was taking the Chaos Emeralds, but he did grow interested in an alternative energy source now that Shadow was close to delivering them.

''They told me enough,'' Black Doom replied. ''Once you're no longer useful as a lure for Shadow, I might just take all of your BioEnergy.''

''I'd prefer for Shadow to just absorb my BioEnergy,'' Touka replied in a firm tone.

''Maybe I'll let him do that once he is under my control. It would be quite poetic for Shadow to end the life of someone he loves,'' Black Doom said. Touka's eyes narrowed.

''Speaking of Shadow, you were the one who contributed to Shadow's creation, right? You were the one Prof. Sakamoto mentioned,'' Touka asked.

''The only one I had ever assisted was Prof. Gerald Robotnik. I don't know anyone called Prof. Sakamoto,'' Black Doom responded, his reply surprising Touka. ''However, I know this. There is more than one Shadow.'' His eyes glowed menacingly. ''One has already escaped my grasp. This one won't be so lucky.''

Touka stared at Black Doom, completely baffled, if not even intimidated. Black Doom was pleased to see this kind of emotion coming from her. He chuckled darkly, leaving the chamber and Touka alone. The teenager was both confused and perturbed by the information, but the more she thought about it, the more she understood.

Black Doom – and by extension the Black Arms – was an Irregular, that was obvious. However, it appeared that his situation was different from that of other Irregulars. He was aware of the video game reality and that there were two versions of Shadow – one being video game Shadow and the other being Irregular Shadow. It was clear that this Black Doom wasn't well informed about the reality of Irregulars, preferring to take a more familiar route his video game self had taken.

''If the situation is really like what I had assumed, then I fear what the resolution might be.''

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How Platonic/Familial Yandere Overwatch characters react to you wanting/having a significant other

Howdy! In the wake of my switch not having enough storage to play Overwatch anymore, I’ve finally had the inspiration to write about it!

I definitely intend to write this scenario with other characters, these are just all the ones that I had immediate ideas for, send in an ask if you have a specific character you want in the next one!

As always, (but hopefully not for too much longer 🤞) I have no real academic or professional teaching in writing, so all criticism is welcomed

(Also just a side note for the familial bits - it can be taken as both biological or adopted)

How you enjoy reading!

YanDad!Soldier:76

Nah, not happening.

It's not that he wants to restrict your relationships with people outside of Overwatch, buuut...

If you ever want to bring someone home, he'll greet them warmly with a subtle demonstration of his military experience.

Like straight-up cleaning/putting together his pulse rifle or sharpening his combat knife or, if he can rope another member of the family into it, literally discussing violent battle plans as your potential partner walks in.

If someone is either oblivious enough to not notice or stupid enough to think they can survive your dad's threats, he's prepared to get his hands dirty.

He can and will hunt people down and very directly tell them to fuck off if they want to keep their legs if he doesn't consider them worthy of you.

(Hint: He doesn't think anyone's worthy of you)

The truth is, at the start, he might be a little more receptive to the idea but it won’t last

Even if your partner is the most perfect shining star of a lover ever to exist, he will find or concoct some misdeed and convince himself that they must be eliminated

In short; enjoy it while you can, it’s not gonna last as long as he has something to say about it

“Nah. Tell them you’re breaking up or I will. I’m not letting this scum around my child.”

YanDad!Lucio

He’s surprisingly okay with it!

All he ever wants is for his kiddo to be happy, and if this person makes you happy, then they’re good in his book!

That’s not to say that he won’t be… cautious, though

Can you blame him? This world is full of fucked up things and all he wants is to protect you from those

The idea of his baby being abused or manipulated hurts him deeply, so like a good father he… checks in on you

You went to a cafe? He’s sitting in the corner, wearing a hoodie to hide his face as he glances at you every few seconds

You’re going out to a club or concert? Aw, damn, one of the acts for the night had to call out sick, good thing THE Lucio was in town and willing to do a set for them

You’re going on a peaceful walk through nature? He just happened to be doing a little wildlife watching himself!

He won’t interfere with your dates, if he can help it you won’t even know about his presence most of the time, but he’s always got an eye and ear out for the safety of his kid

“Ooh, h-hey there kid! You look like you’re having fun, yeah? Yeah…” strong side eye to your date all the while

You’ll likely be able to have a pretty fulfilling relationship, even with your helicopter dad, since unless your partner is outright abusive he can keep his mouth shut

Unlike…

YanBro!Lucio

As a brother figure, Lucio’s protectiveness becomes almost possessive

He always wants to monopolise your time and attention, although it’s unintentional

He just cares about you soo soo much!!

To YanBro!Lucio, time spent with you is as valuable as omnium, and even more precious

He gets irritated at the thought of anyone else taking away your time with him, but he won’t show it

He really, really wants you to think he’s cool and chill despite his obsession, so he keeps the worst of his dark feelings under lock and key

But the same doesn’t go for those that would take you away

He’s quite a traditional yandere, in this sense

He’s not afraid to beat up or even kill whatever punk thought they could date HIS sibling

And he’s not shy about it, either!

He won’t tell you about his actions upfront, and if you come to him for comfort when another partner leaves you, he won’t mention his involvement

But if you ever ask him if he had a hand in it, he won’t deny it at all

“Yeah, I took out trash, what’s wrong with that? They didn’t deserve you, sunshine, you oughta know your worth by now!”

YanSis!D.VA

Oh yeah she’s totally cool with it!

Sike

She could not be more upset if she tried

Why do you have to go out and date people when you can stay in and play games with her??

She genuinely does not understand why you’re choosing others over her, and she can get a little petulant over it

And by a little I mean ‘actually throwing tantrums/blocking the door so you can’t leave to go on your date/crocodile tears about how abandoned she feels’

To be fair, this is how she always is when you try to leave the base without her, but she goes the whole nine yards when there’s another person involved

She just wants to be the number one most important person in your life at all times! Is that so much to ask?

And it doesn’t have to be positive attention from you to keep her happy, she’ll tear into your looks, insecurities and deepest secrets that you’ve confided to keep you where you belong; by her side in the family

And don’t think you can just slip past her, she’s definitely buffer than the game makes her out to be and will be willing to use force if push comes to shove

While the others are focused on the significant other, YanSis!D.VA is all about you, you, you.

If this is a group yandere situation (which tbh I always picture it to be) it can almost be a nice balance

The others go off and deal with intruding party, while she stays home and makes sure you’ll regret ever even thinking of dating someone

“Listen, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. The fact is, your little date’s already dead. So go back to your room and get out of those tacky clothes, and I’ll bring us some energy drinks, mmkay?”

YanBestie!D.VA

Somehow even less okay with it than her sisterly counterpart, if you can imagine

Buuut… she’s a little nicer to you in the long run of it all

Her mindset is more like, I did all this work to get to the number one spot in their life, and some nobody is trying to overtake me?

It brings out more of her competitive side, and since she can’t control you as much as YanSis!D.VA can, she starts taking every comment and action from your partner as a challenge

“Ohh, you went to the arcade together? Did you see who had all the top scores?”

“Oh you took them to a fast food restaurant? Huh, I would have taken them to their actual favourite, and I definitely wouldn’t have made them pay.”

“You bought them a plushie? Aww! You know, they have an entire bed’s worth of plushies that I’ve gotten them over the years.”

It goes on like this for weeks, her trying to convince they’re not good enough, peppered with raising herself up and reminding everyone included that she’s your bestie

No one else gets to have a higher place in your heart

Eventually, she’ll get tired of fighting with you over some extra and she’ll remove them from your life by force

While she’s not above outright killing them, there’s other routes she can go down first, like accusing them of a crime to get them locked up

She’s a valuable military asset and an immensely popular public figure; who are the people gonna believe?

Unlike YanBro!Lucio, she doesn’t accept you crying over the loss, and she’ll even twist things to make you feel like it was your fault

“You know, I was dropping hints for aaages that you shouldn’t have been with them, maybe if you paid more attention to me you could’ve walked away earlier and none of this would’ve happened!”

YanMama!Ashe

Of course you can go on dates, honey! But only as long as BOB can keep an eye on you!

You know that bit in The Lion King where Simba’s mother makes Zazu go with them all the time? Yeah that’s her but with you and BOB

Except it’s much, much harder to escape BOB

Ashe honestly thinks she’s being pretty open and nice about it, letting you date people at all was something she had to take a LOT of time to come to terms with

Your silent chaperone tries his best to not make you uncomfortable, but he can’t exactly hide his massive stature, so whoever you date is just gonna have to be chill with him forever

And by forever, I mean FOREVER - you could be a whole married adult and YanMama!Ashe would still have him checking on you every time you left the house together

Internally, she’ll always be quite conflicted about letting you go around with random partners

She’ll do a lot of wistfully gazing out the window, dramatically sighing as she awaits her child’s return

I honestly picture her a bit hopeless outside of violence and business dealings, and she just doesn’t know how to express the deep sorrow in her heart without making you hate her

She get almost weirdly happy if your partner does something cruel to you, it gives her an excuse to take out some pent-up anger on a nobody

That’s not to say she won’t comfort you; there’ll be lots snuggles and forehead kisses as she reminds you that she’ll always be here for you

She might be crying more than you over the idea of you being hurt

“Don’t worry about a thing, darling! Me and BOB are gonna have this all sorted out, you just sit pretty for us, alright?”

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