#dempsey x takeo

[necrooghost]

Tankeo ♡(￣︶￣)

[amonisweird]

I found this picrew again and decided to make Dempsey x Takeo and Nikolai x Richtofen (though the one with Nikolai doesn’t really look like him but I tried)

[cheeznburfger115]

More doodlish stuff :3

[rngeezus]

Part 1 of “coming out” to Nikolai

[edweenie]

Tired babies

[angelwheat]

Primis, Nikolai Belinski X Reader

Author's Note: Instead of neglecting writing entirely, I thought I'd keep myself refreshed by writing small stories every so often. Here's one for Nikolai as he doesn't get enough love <3 (gif not mine)

Topics: Hurt/Comfort , Fluff

Pronouns: She/Her | Words: 559

Location: Der Eisendrache

“It’s awfully cold out here.” A gentle voice spoke behind the man.

Nikolai glanced over his shoulder, tiny snowflakes fluttering down, filling the distance between himself and the girl standing in the doorway. His eyebrows slightly raised in surprise at hearing her voice.

��You should come inside.” She suggested, concerned that the man might catch a cold if he remained on the balcony any longer.

The Russian let out a soft chuckle, a hint of a smile gracing his lips. “I have grown accustomed to the frigid temperatures,” He remarked politely. “It’s much like home.”

She tilted her head, observing the way Nikolai scarcely gave her his full attention. One could only speculate about the multitude of thoughts that occupied his mind. He was undoubtedly a man of great complexity, yet there were moments when it appeared as though he displayed his emotions openly and simply. In this instance, she could not surmise him.

Pulling her coat closer to her body to fortify as a barrier against the frigid wind, she ventured onto the balcony. Overlooking the courtyard blanketed in thick snow, she approached the rickety railing with caution. She dared not lean against the ledge, baffled at how it hadn’t already collapsed under the weight of snow settled atop it.

In the periphery of her vision, she noticed Nikolai. His shoulders were slumped, and his head was bowed, conveying a weight of emotions that were not immediately discernible.

With genuine curiosity, she posed a question. “What’s on your mind, Nikolai?”

A deep sigh slipped past his lips and into the air as a wispy mist. She faced him completely, her eyes filled with a sense of urgency as they quickly examined him.

Nikolai composed himself and addressed her with sincerity, uttering a single word. “Home.”

With a contemplative frown, she pondered whether he had more to share. As he remained silent, a sense of foreboding seemed to envelope him, casting a dark shadow over his presence.

A shiver ran down her spine, and she moved closer to Nikolai as a cold breeze swept in. He seemed to feel the chill as well, as his shoulders scrunched up and he subtly made a face.

“Do you miss your home?” She inquired with genuine concern.

Nikolai placed his hands in his pockets, maintaining his gaze on the distant horizon, and nodded subtly, acknowledging the girl’s attentive observation.

“Despite the persistent state of war in my homeland,” Nikolai stared down at his boots, hearing the snow crunch beneath his feet as he shifted his footing. “I find myself longing for the comfort and familiarity of my native soil.”

She felt a pang in her chest, contemplating whether it was due to the chilly air or the wave of sadness she felt for the Russian.

“I understand.” She uttered in a gentle tone.

Nikolai softly hummed; his face almost devoid of emotion as he turned to her. His eyes were visibly drooping, clearly weighed down by sheer fatigue.

“Oh, Nikolai, you’re exhausted.” She said, feeling slightly apologetic for being so direct.

Nikolai would be a terrible liar if he even attempted to refute her words, and instead eyed her indolently.

Her arm extended in a courteous gesture, inviting Nikolai to accompany her as she gracefully led him inside.

“It’s Dempsey’s turn to take watch duty.” She informed him. “You deserve some rest.”

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

Hiii ✨️ I have a little ask for you!

How would the Primis crew react to a fem S/O that's generally quiet and reserved, only to learn that she is a big nerd when it comes to her special interests? Maybe she info-dumps and gushes about her knowledge of her special interest, and that's how they learn that she's really smart.

I, myself, am a huge nerd when it comes to astrology. Yet not many people know that 😅

Do take your time. I love your work 🩷

-🌾

AAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

I know I have to do this one!!! As a bonus, I'll throw in my personal headcanons for their astrological signs

Reactions of Primis: Quiet Fem S/O Excitedly Info-Dumps Their Passions (Includes Personal Perspective about Astrology)

Edward Richtofen - Sagittarius

His mind is always running a mile a minute all the time. So already listening to his s/o talk about their interests helps distract from The Horrors™️. Seeing you bounce about with joy after weeks of turmoil puts the softest smile on his face... And the biggest kiss on yours!

Intellectual conversation of any kind is something he needs for a close connection. Sharing one-on-one quality time like this is exactly what helps him thrive in a relationship. Even if a topic isn't something he is knowledgeable with, it will have importance to him if it's important to you.

Richtofen is rather strict about his scientific profession and typically scoffs at any pseudosciences. This is all a façade. What he will never tell you is that he secretly practiced alchemy in the past and has occult involvement with the Illuminati. Nevertheless, he would always be gentle to his s/o. The doctor will simply stay respectful and curious about your interest with astrology. I think in the long-term he might just spill a tiny bit about his practices to you.

Tank Dempsey - Scorpio

Seeing his soft-spoken sweetheart so suddenly excited is a very pleasant surprise (and he hasn't been able to find many good surprises this whole shitshow of an expedition). The fact that you trust him enough to open up so brightly like this helps him grow closer to you. Tank is a very good listener, but please forgive his dopey smiling the whole time. Your soothing voice and happy little mannerisms are making his heart throb. It's truly a sweet thing to see.

You never fail to open his mind to new experiences and interest. You can be both sharp-minded and sweet. Those are just some of many shining reasons why he loves you so much. With that being said, please come to him the moment you need an ear to let you infodump. Tank Dempsey is best known for his loyalty and reliability, so please remember that.

He thinks the mythology behind all the constellations are really cool! Orion is his favorite one. I suggest explaining to him during a stargazing date about the various celestial events while lying down on his chest. If it gets cold at night, he'll have you burrow underneath his leather jacket to keep warm. As for astrology readings, he would like to have his horoscope read (and perhaps get a tarot reading as well with you!)

Takeo Masaki - Libra

Takeo is a strong support who's always there to listen no matter what is on his partner's mind. He’s someone who will listen and nod without interruption. He may chuckle if you start to get jittery with joy about what you’re lecturing to him. Such a vibrant soul hidden in such a timid angel!

Takeo’s presence is very patient. If by chance you feel worried about “talking too much”, he reassures you that you could never do such a thing. You deserve to be able to thrive in what makes you so happy. And for shame on whoever tried to invalidate what you had to say!

Out of everyone in the Primis Crew, Takeo is the most spiritual without a doubt. He very much believes every soul carries a fundamental purpose. Being a more introverted soul, he can often be found reflecting in solitude. He would be able to discuss the philosophy of destined fate and similar divination topics with ease. Because it can go hand in hand, I think he would be able to perform a bit of Reiki healing if you were feeling particularly stressed.

Nikolai Belinski - Aries

Nikolai is already doting on you to begin with as his quiet yet kind girlfriend. Once something inspires you to express yourself, he is taken aback by how much passion you have for your special interest. It keeps him wondering more about you. You’re just a beautiful enigma he so desperately wants to know more of!

He’s more of a listener, but his add-ons to the conversation are either genuine questions to learn more about said topic or slipped-in compliments about how brilliant you are. Nikolai also may bring up stories it reminds him of. He could spend hours learning about just about anything you tell him.

The Soviet Union repressed a lot of expression, one of them being astrology. Because of this, Nikolai is completely new to it. Typically, he is a skeptic approaching anything that he comes across. But being his beautiful little treasure, you have the gift to get him to understand that the universe wants what’s best for him. He would grow to trust the divine and the guiding light of fate itself. He says the most profound things that would touch your soul with an enlightening comfort.

[zombitch-x]

Haven't posted in a while... Happy holidays ^_^

[eloisyw8]

Boop!

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[widowswineapologist]

a/n: random assortment of hcs for the primis boys! slightly suggestive at times so proceed with caution. i left it kind of ambiguous as to whether this was canon au or modern au so have fun imagining whatever :33

primis richtofen:

♡ - he's the type to spend hours initially researching a very vague question he has and then it spirals into him researching something completely unrelated to said question. don't ask him how he got from reading about greek mythology to how bed bugs mate, he doesn't know.

♡ - (also don't ask him how bed bugs mate.)

♡ - for some strange reason, for as long as he could remember, he just gets the most random and inconvenient of nosebleeds. it has happened so often that he's grown to just be mildly annoyed by it at best and he usually has tissues on hand just in case. for him, this is entirely normal, but one time he got a nosebleed while he was talking to you and you freaked out and he had to reassure you he wasn't dying.

♡ - richtofen always wants to be the smartest guy in the room, but he kind of goes feral whenever you correct him. intelligence is already an extremely attractive trait to him, and passion compliments it greatly. the slight humiliation he feels for being wrong is quickly forgotten when he sees that fire in your eyes as you lecture him.

♡ - if you're not able to read or speak german, he is... not exactly going to teach you. what he is going to do, however, is randomly hand you a slip of paper with what seems to be utter gibberish scribbled on it, and he'll simply ask you to say the word with a completely serious expression. and then he is going to cackle like a witch when you say it wrong. he enjoys the little things.

primis dempsey:

♡ - he's really bothered by how much he can't remember about himself, so as a substitute, he tries to remember everything he can about you. it's incredibly sweet and thoughtful sometimes, but occasionally it creeps you out that he can recall some extremely niche and easily forgettable detail you revealed about yourself in passing several months ago.

♡ - throughout his life, he's had a habit of just... randomly falling off his bed in the middle of the night. he has no idea why it happens, he's just grown accustomed to waking up on the floor with his blankets trying their best to keep him tethered to the mattress. it truly is a sight to behold.

♡ - what dempsey lacks in book smarts, he makes up for in street smarts. he knows a bunch of strange life hacks, random bits of information about generally niche topics, weird remedies for certain illnesses, the works. (if any of you have seen breaking bad, he's kinda got jesse vibes in that regard LMAO)

♡ - he doesn't do it anymore, but during the earlier stages of your relationship, he really liked pushing your buttons. once, in the midst of an argument, you slapped him, and after the initial shock wore off, you frantically tried to apologize, only to be met with the marine giving you a lazy smirk. he wore the red handprint on his face like a badge of honor.

♡ - (you've asked him multiple times if he's a masochist or something and he never gives you a straight answer.)

primis nikolai:

♡ - that one guy that just always has random resources on him for virtually no discernable reason. you need batteries? he's already reaching into his pockets. you need a toothpick? it's your lucky day, he's got a pack of them right here. hell, you need matches? he's fishing an entire box out of his bag.

♡ - nikolai has a strange habit of taking in stray animals. he literally can't help it, he sees a cute, fuzzy little creature in need and he's dropping everything to assist the little guy. it's a little sweet watching him take care of animals like puppies or kittens, but he brought home a bear cub once and that's when it became a problem. you do kind of miss mishka though.

♡ - his upper body strength is INSANE. it's not news to anyone, not even you, but it was a little shocking when nikolai asked you to sit on his back while he was doing push-ups. and he did a good amount of them!! if he noticed your shocked expression when he was done, he didn't mention it, but he does subtly flex in front of you every once in a while. what? he's just proud of his physique.

♡ - it might just be because of where he grew up, but he's always checking if you're cold or not, especially during the night. the second you say yes, he's dropping everything to find you a better coat, or blanket, or he even gives you his gloves. he doesn't want you to be cold :( you're always welcome to leech off his body heat too.

primis takeo:

♡ - the proud owner of a very impressive and vast collection of bladed weapons. he prefers swords by a long shot, but even he can't turn away from a well-forged knife. it would probably be concerning if it was literally anyone else, but it's takeo so it's cool.

♡ - a relationship with takeo is an extremely slow burn, but once you've finally crossed that threshold, takeo is in it for life. he takes the term "ride or die" very seriously, and he's willing to do nearly anything for you. takeo would even kill for you if asked. anything to make you happy. anything to keep blood off your hands.

♡ - takeo is very graceful and collected in all aspects of life, except for the first few minutes after he wakes up. his brain tends to lag behind during those moments and sleep still has a tight hold on him, so it results in him looking completely and utterly bewildered as he takes in his surroundings. sometimes he mutters incomprehensible things in japanese during this, and it's hard to keep yourself from laughing. he's kind of embarrassed by it once he fully wakes up.

♡ - he will NEVER admit it, but he has entertained the thought of being a house husband before. what he found even more embarrassing, however, was that he realized he would be very good at it. he's a good cook, he's a god at keeping things neat and tidy, and he would enjoy having time to himself for a while. takeo will never bring this up, but if you do, he's down for it.

[1andxrea1tge1bisexual1here1]

Yk what fuck you

*gives you apex legends x cods zombies headcanons*

Dempsey lost his arm from alters portal

Takeos half dead

Some of the energy from the eather Is in the primis crews body (now have hetrocrima (2 eye colors (takeo and Dempsey) and all that stuff)

Ultimis crew is dead

Richtofen has a scar from the aether

Nikolai suffers from ptsd

ULTIMIS NIKOLAI GETS THE CURLY TREATMENT

That's all

[amonisweird]

I couldn’t stop thinking about the Dempsey x Takeo edit that I’ve been wanting to do so I looked up some ship edit audios and this was the only one that I liked😭 this doesn’t look that good but I tried����‍♀️

[nolongerdrowning]

Me and a friend have been thinking about a f1 × codz au,,, Just hear me out.

Out favourite four would be in Red bull. Because it matches them. Anyway, Richtofen would be the new director (for like, a maximum of five years at the moment of the story), who is pretty much your combination of extremely genius but also extremely crazy. He has good strategies - at least good enough to have Takeo the Max Verstappen of this dimension - but also has rather... toxic tendencies, like his back and forth with Dempsey.

Poor Dempsey just got into Toro Rosso (at that time named like this, anyway) (some context for those who don't know: a team dependent on Red bull that drivers go at before entering Red bull itself) from Haas (that isn't exactly as good as Red Bull to put it lightly,,,), and, after finally getting out Toro Rosso and getting into the real deal - Red Bull - he's really hopeful about his career. Problem? Him and Richtofen got together. But he can't figure out how he went from second driver on Red bull back to Toro Rosso. Why his boyfriend would sent him back to "training" after the real deal. He doesn't have a clue what in Richtofen's twisted mind concluded his boyfriend would like such a downgrade. But he has to shut up and suck it up as Richtofen promises him it's a temporary thing, that he'll be back in no time and not to worry.

Takeo doesn't have nearly half the problems with Richtofen, as he comes with really good results all the time. He's the golden child of Redbull, loved and taken care of by Richtofen. Meanwhile, Nikolai, despite having a great downfall after a certain... accident, is still held by Richtofen, whether it be second driver or reserve driver.

There's far more to this au, but I'll explain their dynamics in a seperate post. Thanks for reading!!

[writer-of-various]

The Boys being...well, boys

Nikolai: Go fuck yourself.

Dempsey: Come over here and fuck me yourself you coward!

~~

Richtofen: Nikolai! I can't do this stupid math!

Nikolai: What’s the math problem?

Richtofen: Well, we have to add the bed, subtract the clothes divide the legs, and hope we don’t multiply.

Takeo, covering Dempsey's ears, while Nikolai smacks Richtofen upside the head: Not going to lie that was hella smooth.

[edweenie]

RiDe dump for both the Ult and Prim enjoyer

[angelwheat]

Primis, "Tank" Dempsey X Reader

Summary: Tank Dempsey. A man of action. A true embodiment of the term “Shoot first, ask questions later”. Rarely a man of depth, until new feelings arise amidst the chaotic life he lives.

Topics: Fluff, Pining

Words: 4792 | Pronouns: She/Her (no use of Y/n)

Location: Zetsubou No Shima

Long ago, the blazing sun that scorched the island had set below the horizon. Where the sky was naked of gracing clouds during the day, had been veiled in a soft mist, exposing the freckles that were the stars brightening the night sky.

A fire burned brightly before their small, circled group, casting a warm amber hue on the silhouettes touched by its glow. The flickering flames consumed the wood, reducing it to ashes. The life and soul within the logs and twigs are now transformed and released into a dancing flame.

Five friends gathered around the campfire. While initially perceived as mere acquaintances forming a temporary crew, they had developed a close-knit group to fight the apocalypse together. With their differences no longer isolating them, sitting around the fire was a rare yet contempt occasion.

Sharing stories of home, gentle laughter, and light-hearted jokes filled the evening with warmth and smiles. It felt like a truly unique and precious experience during such challenging times, something to be treasured.

Overcome by exhaustion, the men gradually succumbed to fatigue, their slumped shoulders a testament to their weariness. Nikolai was the first to yield to his tiredness, followed shortly by Takeo. Together, they slowly withdrew, their steps heavy as they disappeared from view, making their way to the temporary refuge of the island bunker.

Richtofen remained for a short time, sitting quietly alone on a log near the dying embers. He appeared detached from reality, gazing passively into the fire with heavy eyes, his mind preoccupied. He slumped slightly and sighed, accepting his defeat as he struggled to stay awake.

Rising from his seat where he had been all evening, Richtofen grumbled in the way he excused himself and followed the other two men on the same route to the bunker.

Sitting on a neighbouring log was the only man still able to keep himself awake.

That man was Dempsey.

He gently stirred the fire with a long stick throughout the evening, rearranging the wood to maintain the flames. Perhaps using this as a way to stay awake.

Dempsey sat quietly, his posture hunched, his arms propping himself up on his knees, peacefully observing his surroundings and occasionally looking up at the stars, noticing their changing positions as the night progressed.

Throughout the night, the American appeared to be quite vigilant, almost as if consumed by anxiety, constantly anticipating a potential surprise attack. His fidgeting-constantly shifting his weight, fiddling with his hands, and even picking at the dead bark of the log he sat upon-revealed his stress.

The girl felt that a peaceful and quiet evening might be too good to be true, a sense of pity pervading her as she subtly glanced at the American throughout the night.

Dempsey was momentarily distracted by a crack in the firewood, noticing that the embers had fallen and scattered ashes askew. He sighed, nearly falling forward as fatigue weighed heavily upon his shoulders.

He straightened himself, feeling his back could use a good stretch, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face as he rolled his shoulder back.

Glancing briefly at the girl seated nearby on a log, Dempsey quietly began removing his gloves.

“Not tired?” His faint question slipped into the air.

She straightened her posture, imitating the American, and sighed heavily, shaking her head.

“You sure look it.” He said pitifully as he shoved his gloves into the pockets of his jacket.

“Speak for yourself.” She feigned a half-smile.

They both appeared equally tired, with their eyes supported by dark rings, downcast and bloodshot. Their brows furrowed, drooped even, like an anchor weighing their expression in a deep frown.

The girl yawned and rubbed her eyes, feeling as though the soot from the fire had lightly settled on her eyelashes, making them feel heavy and irritating her already watery eyes, which only added to her fatigue. Her hands lightly slapped her knees when she put her hands down.

Dempsey had been quietly observing her the entire time and felt a similar sense of compassion for her as she felt for him. He gently bounced his leg and clasped his hands, subtly making a worried expression as he chewed his cheek. It was a habit the girl had observed before; he would sometimes do it when he was deep in thought or perhaps feeling anxious.

“Unsettling, isn’t it?” She spoke up.

The American’s eyebrows rose slightly, at the sound of her voice, and he looked at her.

“The silence...” The girl couldn’t help the way she wearily glanced over her shoulder.

Only the rustling of the ghostly breeze in the trees could be heard, a sound that became jarring after growing accustomed to the regular noise of gunfire, screams, and gurgles of the undead.

“You’re telling me.” Dempsey responded, his eyes scanning the darkness.

A disturbing though unexpectedly entered her mind. The image of a zombie hand emerging from the shadows and grasping her shoulder startled and frightened her, causing her to gasp and widen her eyes. She visibly tensed, her shoulder rising, and she froze for a moment.

Dempsey’s attention was immediately drawn to her catching her breath.

“You okay?” He asked worriedly, eyeing her intently.

With a deep sigh, she relaxed slightly. The girl nodded, briefly closing her eyes.

“I���m fine. Just a stupid thought that came to mind.” She tried to dismiss it, hoping to put herself at ease.

Turning his attention back to the fire, Dempsey noticed the flames were beginning to die down. He tried rearranging the wood, though it seemed more out of habit than hope, in a final attempt to keep the fire burning. However, it appeared the fire was destined to extinguish soon. The comforting warmth was fading, leaving them vulnerable to the cool night air.

“This fire ain’t gonna be burning much longer.” Dempsey stated frankly, his tone weary. “Besides you need to get some rest.”

She plucked a small twig from beside her feet to fiddle with, answering him monotonously. “I doubt I’ll sleep anyway.”

Dempsey felt no need to justify her decision to stay awake, despite his apparent concern for her well-being.

“I can’t seem to relax.” She told bluntly, bowing her head.

With the final embers fading, the girl hugged herself, feeling a slight chill in the soft breeze. She hadn’t expected to feel cold on the island, given the intense heat upon their arrival.

Instead of lingering over various thoughts, an idea promptly occurred to her. She gently pats her knees, glancing at Dempsey before rising slowly.

“I’m gonna take a walk. “ She said, flicking hair from her face. “No use in sitting around all night.”

Dempsey sat quietly, gazing up at her with rounded eyes, his expression otherwise neutral. He appeared to be studying her for a moment while she was admiring the stars.

“You wanna join me?” She politely offered, looking back at him.

Dempsey sighed and replied, “Sure. Why not?”

Upon rising, the American let out a soft grunt as he stretched, his muscles protesting the prolonged sitting. The tension painfully reminded him of his strenuous life over the past week.

Having arranged the rocks to contain the fire in the centre, Dempsey used his foot to extinguish the remaining embers, kicking dirt and ash over the blackened logs, leaving on the pale moonlight to illuminate them; a stark contrast to the orange glow they had enjoyed a short time before.

The girl carefully stepped over the logs, glancing back at the American, and patiently waited for him to make sure the fire was completely out.

After ensuring the fire was adequately snuffed, he instinctively touched his holster to confirm his pistol was in place. Dempsey checked his surroundings for anything he might have overlooked before their eyes met, and she offered him a tired smile.

As she began to walk slowly, Dempsey followed a few paces behind, his hand instinctively moving toward the small of her back, but he quickly withdrew just as he caught up to her.

Observing the pair strolling together, one might infer a deeper connection than mere acquaintance. Their conversation grew to become free flowing, punctuated by easy laughter, within only a few encounters. At times when Dempsey displayed his usual charm and flirtatiousness, he was met with a manner of the same, initially surprising him but ultimately drawing him closer.

Their close bond was evident. They often fought side-by-side, and instinctively sought each other out when injured, preferring each other’s aid to that of the team’s doctor.

Perhaps now was another opportunity to grow closer.

However, the girl found it improbable that she would encounter Cupid during the apocalypse and be granted the gift of love; such a gift would need to come from a higher power to be believable.

As they walked together, a towering stone sculpture came into view. It appeared to be a ritual monument, with four tall pillars guarding a central stone piece, an altar of some sort, housing four skulls carved with symbols. To their left, though partially blocked by rubble, was what seemed to be an entrance to a crypt.

Together, they walked towards the structure, their steps slightly uneven due to fatigue. They silently observed the grounds as they slowly continued onwards.

Tank ambled along, keeping his hands in his jacket pockets. He frequently glanced to his side, noticing her curious observation of her surroundings.

The island was a verdant paradise. Trees, plants, and climbing vines adorned the buildings, while vibrantly coloured flowers were artfully arranged between. A captivating feature was the seemingly luminous nature of the flora. Flower petals flowed like soft nightlights as dusk settled, emitting a gentle mist. Leaves, too, emanated glowing particles, creating an enchanting, magical atmosphere.

Richtofen had suggested that extended exposure to element 115 could potentially influence both human life and the natural world.

Dempsey’s train of though was interrupted when he noticed the girl was no longer in his peripheral vision. He paused, observing her as she stopped to admire a brightly coloured magenta flower.

She carefully leaned in closer to examine the plant, which stood slightly above the soil. She noted details such as its thorns, which were noticeably longer and sharper than those of a typical plant. However, the flower itself resembled a wild rose, possessing more petals than usual within its small bud. Its captivating beauty tempted her to reach out and pick it.

Unbeknownst to the girl, the Marine quietly stood behind her, admiring her more than the flower that captivated her, enchanted by the way the magenta hue cast a magical glow on her features.

Tank would never admit to being a hopeless romantic, particularly amidst the current global turmoil; it seemed frivolous. However, moments like these tugged at his heartstrings, revealing his true feelings for someone he must only address as his teammate in public. He wished he could be that flower, basking in the beauty of her gaze. Unbeknownst to him, he had missed the many times she had looked at him with admiration.

At that moment, he saw her as not just a friend, but as something more, perhaps even a celestial being, as the soft pink light illuminated her so gracefully.

“You okay there, Dempsey?” She inquired, tilting her head and pulling herself upright to look at him. “Did you hear what I said?”

The American appeared to regain his composure as she spoke, his eyes widening slightly her adjusted his posture and smoothed his hair sheepishly.

Dempsey chuckled awkwardly as he apologised, briefly looking away.

She gently turned her head to look at the flower once more, observing its graceful movement in the breeze, the soil serving as it eternal stage.

“I said it’s strange how they glow, isn’t it?” She repeated.

It was only then that Dempsey truly noticed the flower that caught her eye, if only for a moment.

“I guess…” He replied, somewhat awkwardly.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Dempsey?” She asked, her eyes slightly narrowed as she regarded him. “You seem a bit spaced out.”

Subconsciously shifting his hands into his pockets, the Marine shrugged nonchalantly, his unzipped jacket shifting slightly to expose his grey shirt underneath.

“I’m good.” He assured simply. “Just tired.”

While Dempsey’s statement held some truth, he could only hope she wouldn’t notice the way he swallowed nervously.

The stars shone softly through the branches off the tall trees, like countless tiny, watchful eyes, as the moonlight illuminated the leaves with streaks of silver.

Each of them knew to seize the opportunity to calm their anxious minds; the paranoia about immediate threats had thankfully subsided for the night, after they had become accustomed to it.

As the girl gazed at the sky, captivated by the numerous twinkling lights, Dempsey found himself admiring her, believing he could see the stars mirrored in her eyes. The wisps emitting from the nature floating around her like fireflies.

Dempsey’s eyes followed her as she walked to the stone steps leading up to the platform, where she sat gracefully on a higher step, making eye contact with him. For a moment, as if frozen, Tank felt himself suddenly being drawn to her, captivated by the flutter of her eyes.

The girl’s previous tiredness had completely disappeared after leaving the campfire. However, Dempsey’s continued sighing and face-wiping clearly indicated his exhaustion, or so he believed.

Instead, it seemed his emotions were overwhelming him, like a fever of raw emotion.

Dempsey gently lowered himself beside her, maintaining a mutual distance. He then leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees, his shoulders rising and falling as he composed himself, gazing quietly at the ground.

The American was unaware of the intense, concerned gaze directed towards him. The girl gently moved closer, softly tapping his thigh to get his attention.

Anticipating the question, Dempsey promptly responded.

“I’m okay.” He took a breath, gently patting her hand to assure her.

“I know.” She spoke in a gentle tone. “But you just look so exhausted.”

Silence surrounded them.

While Dempsey sat beside her, he hoped the sound of his rapidly beating heart wouldn’t be heard. He felt his palms sweating and he wiped his hands on his pants. He started bouncing his leg subconsciously, a habit the girl had noticed earlier while they sat by the fire.

Noticing his sudden fidgeting, the girl sighed softly.

“You know, Dempsey,” She began directing herself towards him. “I’ve known you long enough to know when something’s on your mind.”

The American audibly huffed.

“I’m not used to all this sitting around.” Dempsey somewhat lied.

Although rest was unfamiliar to them, and survival mode was their usual state, it was clear that Dempsey was struggling to know how to spend his time without being preoccupied in his thoughts.

Nodding softly, she then spoke again, “I understand. But what is it, really?”

Dempsey avoided her gaze, swallowing thickly. He nervously drummed his hands on his knees, briefly looking ahead as if summoning the courage to speak.

Nearby, the girl waited patiently, playing with some leaves she found.

“Richtofen talks a lot about how destiny and the fate of the world is written in that book.” He started bluntly.

He paused, squinting as he subtly pinched his finger while he thought.

“What’s it called?” He asked genuinely.

The girl was briefly reminded of how prolonged exposure to element 115 had affected his memory, causing him to forget even minor details.

“The Kronorium?” She replied.

Tank nodded. “That’s it.”

She was briefly puzzled, apprehensively asking, “What about it?”

Dempsey slumped forward slightly. “I don’t know… I guess I’ve just been thinking…”

A watchful gaze followed his every movement, noting his restless demeanour.

The American apprehensively looked in her general direction, not at her eyes, as he asked, “Do you think moments like this are written in there too?”

His sudden question caused her to tilt her head slightly and furrow her brows in a pure look of confusion.

“Moments like this?” She asked curiously.

The glanced at her quickly with slightly widened eyes as he realised the context of his words were misunderstood.

“I mean the times outside of killing zombies.” He explained, chuckling softly.

Having understood his meaning, the girl nodded and hummed in acknowledgment, then fell silent.

She sat with her hands clasped in her lap, deeply considering his question and the uncertainty it implied. Questions of her own arose, accompanied by a sense of doubt, as she wondered if Richtofen has been entirely truthful about their journey and what the future might hold.

Feeling the silence was uncomfortable, Dempsey quickly spoke. “It’s a stupid question…”

“No, it isn’t actually.” She shook her head, sighing softly. “You’ve just opened my eyes to that thought.”

The American turned to her, his expression appearing almost surprised as he looked at her. She returned his gaze, her eyes slightly narrowed, her neutral expression subtly conveying to Dempsey her sincerity.

He adjusted his position, looking down as he sighed. “I can’t help but think about it.”

Tank appeared to be exhibiting his usual anxious behaviour once more. He put his hands in his pockets, his feet began to tap gently, and his shoulders rose slightly as he inhaled a breath, tensing up, becoming frustrated with himself.

“So, you think the Kronorium could be some sort of script?” She asked, utterly curious.

Dempsey responded lazily. “I guess you could say that.”

She thought aloud. “Sounds plausible actually.”

The American never spoke a word, ruminating on his own thoughts.

“That’s why you’ve been so antsy all night?” She asked genuinely. “I noticed around the fire earlier.”

In response, Dempsey merely shrugged, unwilling to admit his own thoughts had kept him restless all night.

The girl perceived his vulnerability becoming apparent. It was unusual for Dempsey to be quiet and fidgety, much less express his concerns. He wouldn’t even confide in his teammates, even though they might be the only ones to understand. She surmised very quickly when they met that Dempsey strongly disliked displaying any sense of vulnerability. After all, his ego likely overshadowed any consideration of such emotional exposure.

Given his exhaustion, she sensed that his willingness to express his deepest thoughts stemmed from a lack of energy to maintain his guard.

However, Dempsey hoped that in that moment the ominous glowing of the nature wasn’t casting enough light on him to reveal the raw emotion practically dripping from him.

“Call me crazy but-” Dempsey gave a nod to his surroundings as he contemplated. “Do you think all of this seems a bit…”

“Farfetched?” She guessed. “Like it doesn’t seem like coincidence?”

The American nodded in agreement, his brows raised when he looked at her.

A relieved sigh escaped her lips, as a lingering thought was finally voiced. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s thought that.”

Dempsey heard the way she giggled softly before her voice was heard again.

“I mean, you can’t tell me the zombies just wanted a night off.”

The girl didn’t anticipate hearing Tank’s faint chuckling, making her heart skip a beat.

Dempsey absently ran a hand through his hair. “Exactly.”

A small smile was sent his way before a quick question occurred to her.

“Wait, you think I would’ve called you crazy?” She laughed softly, a little incredulously.

The girl was relieved that Tank found the simple question amusing, evident by the gentle smile forming on his face.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Maybe.”

“I’d never.” She told surely, gently patting his shoulder. “Your thought is pretty justified in this crazy world.”

They each looked around; night still blanketed the land. Neither of them knew the time, perhaps wondering if time even existed after their journey through fragmented realities. However, the sun was certainly not scheduled to rise anytime soon. It was still far too deep into the night.

The girl gently shifted her position, crossing her leg over the other, moving slightly closer to the man next to her.

“That sort of question really baffles me.” She told simply. “More so because it comes from you.”

Upon meeting her gaze, Dempsey’s expression mirrored his confusion regarding her sudden statement.

With a nervous smile, she looked down at the floor. “I figured since the day we met you don’t seem like someone that talks about their feelings very often.”

Tank appeared the gaze at her with a vacant expression, seemingly surprised by her statement or perhaps marvelling at her insightful observation; he was genuinely unsure of his own feelings in that moment.

He chuckled softly, gesturing towards her with a languid movement as he casually leaned in slightly to reply. “Well, I guess your right about that.”

Her eyebrow arched slightly, her gaze softening, a detail Tank noticed, causing his heart to flutter.

“But you’re talking about things now.” She pointed out, her gentle tone making it sound almost like a question.

Dempsey’s gaze fell to the space between then, captivated by her words. He felt a sudden urge to confess his deepest feelings without reservation, the words welling up but held back only by his lips.

“I know.” His voice was low.

Tank turned away, choosing to face forward instead of directly facing her, slightly worried that his mixed expression might betray his feelings.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the girl felt herself drifting closer to him, as if guided by the wind. The American surely noticed the decreasing distance between them, his posture appearing slightly more rigid as they drew near.

“So,” She began, “If you think there’s things written between the lines…”

She gently placed her arm under his. Dempsey remained still. He observed as her hand delicately moved toward his. He naturally turned his hand, offering his palm for her own. Her fingertips lightly touched his calloused hands, intertwining her fingers with his, joining them together as if they were perfectly fitting pieces.

“Moments like this…” She almost whispered. “You think they’re meant to happen?”

Dempsey felt his heart pounding and his mind going blank as he focused intently on their hands. The comforting touch of her thumb on the back of his hand soothed him, dispelling any negative thoughts he’d had that evening.

The space between them had disappeared, something Dempsey had longer for all night. The girl nestled comfortably against him. She gently touched his arm, noticing Dempsey visibly relax under her touch. Her eyes fluttered closed as she smiled, feeling completely content.

“I think we’ve written this ourselves if you ask me.” She expressed sincerely, stroking his arm. “And I honestly think we deserve it after all the shit we’ve been through together.”

Together.

The word resonated in his mind for a minute. Dempsey remembered every moment spent alongside her, or fighting side-by-side against overwhelming odds. During difficult times, when her emotions became too much to bear, Tank listened intently so she could alleviate her stress. Conversely, when he found himself injured after selflessly protecting his teammates, she offered comfort and care.

Dempsey’s unspoken emotions were impossible to decipher. The girl, understanding his desperate need for comfort, allowed him to simply rest in her care throughout the night.

“How do you always know the right thing to say?” Dempsey spoke lowly, his tone graced with faint disbelief, yet utterly sincere.

She breathed a light laugh. “I don’t.”

Even she was unsure why she had been virtually appointed as the team’s mediator. Perhaps it was due to her frequent pursuit of reason.

However, the light pressure Tank felt on his shoulder vanished as she sat up and faced him, her eyes sparkling as they met his. For the first time that night, Dempsey fully focused his attention on her, turning to properly observe her, remaining close.

“But you tell me, Mr. ‘Man of Action’…” She giggled at herself as she let both her hands hold his. “What’s the right thing to do?”

Tank observed her mannerisms, noticing the emphasis in her words as her gaze drifted to his lips. Her eyes fluttered when she met his again, her eyebrows subtly rising.

Her hands gently caressed his. However, Tank remained captivated by her eyes, fearing he might miss the sparkle he saw shimmering in the ambient light.

At that moment, the girl before him seemed to embody the magical rose that had captivated her earlier. Dempsey, at the time, couldn’t understand the fascination with something viewed from afar, something that couldn’t be touched or admired closely, and especially something that couldn’t be plucked for oneself.

Dempsey realised he had been expressing his admiration through longing glances and subtle gestures, when he wished to convey his heartfelt affection.

Tank was speechless at that moment. His hands slipped from her grasp, one arm softly encircling her waist like ivy clinging to a building: a tender embrace. With the other, he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and then gingerly cupped her face.

Drawn by instinct, the girl gently leaned in, her hands coming to rest on his chest, feeling the relaxed rhythm of his heartbeat. The fleeting sensation of their lips brushing lightly together before a soft, tender kiss.

That gentle feeling was quite unusual; each of them couldn’t help but savour it.

However, the girl was the first to gently withdraw, noticing how Dempsey appeared to linger for a second. Affectionately, she kissed his nose.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Dempsey confessed.

Her arms gently rested on his shoulders, as his hands found a comfortable place on her waist. The girl observed his bashful gaze, yet a sincere smile warmed his face.

She had long known of the American’s affection for her. His admiring gazes and gestures were certainly not missed. She always seemed to be his top priority, and he consistently sought her company during any free time. Even when he feigned annoyance with Richtofen as an excuse to be near her, she recognised the longing in his eyes.

“Dempsey,” She began, giggling softly. “I don’t think subtly is your strong suit.”

Gently, she reached out to smooth his hair, carefully tucking stray strands from his forehead.

“But frankly, that’s what I like about you.” She told, smiling bashfully. “Your will to show more than tell…”

His charismatic charm suddenly shone through as he smirked, causing the girl to visibly brighten and feel her heart flutter; the man, who had seemed lost all evening, suddenly seemed alive again.

“Well in that case…” Dempsey’s smirk turned to a grin for a second.

Surprised, the girl gasped as she was unexpectedly embraced in another kiss, instinctively holding onto him, only managing a brief return of the kiss before he slowly withdrew.

She felt a blush of embarrassment and spoke breathlessly. “You’re lucky I took a liking to you from the get-go.”

Dempsey playfully rolled his eyes. However, he was suddenly struck by how fortunate he was in that moment. To be blessed with something positive in his life- he never thought he would see such a day since the outbreak. He felt as though the burden of relying solely on his survival instincts had been lifted, even if only for tonight. He was certainly going to cherish it.

In that moment, time and space might have ceased to exist, unnoticed by the pair, who were completely focused on each other. Their surroundings faded from view, and the gentle breeze felt like a comforting presence. However, despite their tender gaze and embrace, the girl sensed the way Dempsey was deep in thought by observing his somewhat dazed expression.

A faint line appeared between her brows as she thoughtfully furrowed them.

“What’s on your mind now?” She asked, her hand reaching to caress his cheekbone with her thumb.

“Nothin’.” He answered, glancing down. “But I guess I’m just wondering what this means now.”

The girl understood his meaning when his arms already around her waist, shifted slightly and tightened their embrace, and she hummed thoughtfully.

Then, after a short time, she gave him a knowing look.

“Well, I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt to write between the lines.” She told, her hands fiddling with the collar of his jacket.

Dempsey noticed her wink and immediately grasped her meaning.

They both were certain that the Kronorium had enough space between its chapters to discreetly house something of their own. Also rightfully feeling that they deserved a treat during a state of persistent upheaval.

She drew herself close to him, kissing his cheek softly.

“Let’s just keep this between us for now.” She said sincerely.

Tank spoke lowly. “Sure.”

They kissed. Again… And again…

Dawn was still sometime away, so they remained together, finding comfort in each other’s company. For the first time in weeks, they felt a profound sense of serenity, a feeling quite unfamiliar and utterly new, yet entirely welcomed and cherished.