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diejager · 2 years ago

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Gentle Giant

Pairing : König x fem!reader

Cw: blood, gore, murder, injuries, war, FLUFF.

Wc: 3.1k

(A/N) : Its my first try at mw2 fanfic, I'm sorry if he's ooc >~<

Ps. I went with standard german since I can't find a free and functioning austrian german translator.

Calling him a giant didn't do him justice, a goliath within the army giants fit him better. Face hidden under a hood over a balaclava and the skin around his eyes painted black that made his icy blue irises gleam, König was as shrouded in mystery as he was shadowed by thick layers. His sole figure made others move away, parting ways for the behemoth to pass with big strides to match his size.

You've seen it happen too often with bigger or scarier soldiers - Ghost and König being a part of this selection - lower ranked never bothered too much with them, not wanting their ire. You understood them, having met and worked with both KorTac and the 141 before, you felt the difference between you and the men you've worked with.

You being smaller than most men, probably a bit under the average height for a woman your age, knew how menacing having someone towering over you in warfare; but you fought and earned your rank and notoriety.

You watched from afar, laying stomach down and arms propped up to hold your sniper that stood on pegs, observing your teammates through the scope. Your sights zoned in on the squad that moved forward steadily, yet carefully, weapons up and sticking in duos when they split to check corners. They caught on the front lines, the danger being higher than yours, especially on an open-aired ground like this place. KorTac could fall victim to snipers - you made sure to take care of them before you gave them a clear, spotting five gleaming scopes from the dilapidated building you hid in and you took them out, careful not to get caught - grenades, flash bangs, trigger happy newbies or enemy arms.

You watched their back, covering them from any strays advancing from the back of from higher up, you were thorough with your job. People knew you for your 'no man left behind' principle, ensuring everyone came back in one piece or with a few missing, but always alive; you were a sniper people wanted to have covering them, and that's why KorTac placed so much trust in you - aside from the times you joined them.

You heard them talk, about spreading out in teams of two through the radio, half took the front and the other would go through the back, ensuring that they'd trap the target inside.

"Moving in, Owl, " Horangi informed you, eyes forward and leading the front through the back door.

"I'll keep the line open, " you replied, watching as the last of his group entered the building.

Your eyes scoured the windows, watching through them for KorTac operators. You took shots at any armed men you saw running through the door or trying to enter the building. You pulled the bolt back and snapped it after every shot, reloading and searching around you for any enemy before returning to your observation. Gunshots rang in your ear, pained cries from afar, and loud thumps from falling bodies, given a few minutes and they would radio back for exfil with the target. As expected, your prediction of KorTac's skill happened, Stiletto radioed over that they had acquired the target and were moving out.

"Cover us, Owl," König's rumbling voice called out, the monotone timbre in his words sent a shiver down your spine.

"Copy."

"Moving towards exfil."

You watched the men exit from the back, pushing a cuffed and limping man, screaming threats at them, from garnering the ire of his country or thbackupup he called, but the operators ignored his crazed babbles. If the latter really happened, you'd have to be ready. You scoped the area around them and further back, switching to and fro the team and surroundings until they got to the helicopter.

Once you saw them board the aircraft, you jumped to your feet and held your bolt-action sniper across your chest as you watched the helicopter fly your way. The closer it got, the louder the propellers sounded and the harsher the winds became, blowing sand into your eyes, balaclava shielding you from nose to mouth from the grimy taste. Once it lowered itself near the roof, it landed and you boarded, grasping the helping hand of the behemoth. You gave a firm squeeze of gratitude before you slide the door shut and caught the glaring eyes of your target.

"Gute Arbeit, Owl."

Your answer was a swift nod, eyes meeting König's icy blues as he towered over the rest of KorTac and you.

The mission was a success, the target - terrorist - apprehended and the interrogation was left to Laswell. You'd go back to solo missions or join others as their sniper.

***

A few weeks flew by rapidly, you hadn't seen König much between your missions with TF 141, other teams, or solo missions, and the little rest you got when off duty. A part of you wished for a day of rest, but another one reminded you of the threats of straying for too long, work helped get your mind off of unwanted thoughts, and dark and dangerous ground. Working helped you stay preoccupied, leaving only your nightmare to haunt you.

You were heading to the armory, to suit up and meet with Laswell for another mission, with who? She hadn't told you. "Meeting in 15." those were her words, clear and direct. You wore the dark grey vest over your grey hoodie, helmet, and balaclava in hand, and strode to the room after you stocked up with knives, a pistol, ammunition, and your sniper in a well-protected case. You preferred arriving a minute or two before it started, not wanting to be the last nor the first to step into a room and risk the chance of an awkward waiting time with other people you hardly knew.

Fortunately, the moment you reached for the door, a familiar figure opened it, looming over you at the entrance with the palest blues you've ever seen - or admitted you liked.

"König," you greeted softly, walking in when he moved back.

He gave a slow nod, eyes fleeting and jumpy - perhaps his anxiety was acting up, you spoke with him about it once, when you were forced to stay hidden in a safe house while you waited for evac to come. Did he come here right after another mission?

"Owl, good to have you."

"Owl, how copy?" a gruff voice radioed.

Aksel, the sole Norwegian of KorTac, you knew from the rough rasp he had even when you spoke in person. This task hadn't demanded the whole team, having the need of half of the members for it in case it turned bad. Laswell had you join Aksel, König, Roze, Zero, Oni, and Zeus.

"Affirmative, Aksel, " you replied, eyes catching sight of the target's car.

A dark limousine rolled to the side, doors opening as guards in ironed suits walked out, surrounding an ugly-looking man in luxurious clothes worth probably more than your life. You could see him from 2 blocks away through your scope, eyes probed to focus on your target. He was smart, having meat shields around him from all sides, it gave him a chance to survive; if he wasn't put up against you, he's an unlucky son of a bitch. Human trafficking, drugs and weapons dealing, child prostitution, and more, all on the grounds of a country that couldn't do anything about it unless they risked betrayal. That's why they employed PMCs.

"Target in sight. Permission to shoot."

"Permission granted," Watcher, Laswell, told you from the safety of the base in the foreign country.

You were primed for a headshot, eyes narrowed to his disgusting mug. You blinked, took a slow breath, and fired as you exhaled, body jolting slightly from the fire. You kept your sights on him as you pulled back the bolt, snapping back when you saw your target fall, his head blown bloody and body slumping forward.

You felt almost proud about ending him, watching his bodyguards scramble around his corpse for safety, knowing that their boss, the one who paid them, was dead and bleeding from a hole in his head on the floor. Some jumped into the car and sped away, others into the building and some ran for cover behind alleys and buildings.

"Target down, Watcher," you spoke loud and clearly into the mic, letting her know of your success.

***

Your next mission with König, around two weeks after the prior one, hadn't gone as your expected. What you thought would be a regular job - Laswell's intel made it seem casual, recon and infiltration - turned to shit, for you at least.

You'd been deployed ahead to let you settle down and mark your sniper's nest for easier extraction, to get into position and cover for KorTac when they landed and started the infiltration. You spent a good 10 minutes covering the ones on the ground - perhaps a bit too much - after taking down the snipers posted on towers and windows to ensure their success. Your constant cover had led you to a rising problem, the enemy would figure out where your nest was and reinforcement would be called or they would send a squad to take you out. You better on the latter, but didn't know when to move; too early would alert them of your position, and too late would come to bite you in the back. The first one was too risky, the second option seemed a bit better.

You'd taken fewer shots, taking more care of keeping them guessing your position until you absolutely needed to move. You had the line open in case of emergencies, if you were caught you'd need to warn them, and let them know that you couldn't support them. You kept your guard up, eyes through the scope and ears open for any clicks or cracks from feet stepping off the rocky debris you littered around the nest.

It was a good idea on your part, as the bolt snapped, you heard crunching and moved quickly. You stuffed the sniper inside its case and swung it over your shoulder, pistol pulled to defend yourself when your buck met the wall behind the entrance.

"This is Owl, I've been made," you hushed through your mic, eyes strained on the blank opening.

Pistol pressed to your chest, and you waited until the first one walked in, seeing his extended hand before his head appeared. The gun was trained on him the instant his head passed the door, your index pulled the trigger and his head jerked right with an explosion of blood and gore. He keeled over and the following enemies all swarmed in.

It was a rush of adrenaline, you're body moved on habit and your mind was keen on killing and surviving, you kicked behind his knee and jammed a knife down the junction of his neck and shoulder, watching the blood spray over your covered face and hand. You pulled his heavy body against yours, using him as a shield as his brother unloaded his mag into him. When he was out, you shoved him forward, corpse toppling over the living soldier with a pained grunt. Dead bodies were somehow amazing weights if you needed them, it was unexpected and the lax muscles that usually held the body up crashed down. You sent a bullet through his head and watched through calm eyes the blood that soaked the floor.

The fear in his eyes when he saw the gun strained on his head, cold and creeping death that loomed over him at that moment before he saw the barrel. Fear was nothing new in your field, fear for yourself, for someone else, or from someone, fear, and death came together in war, as blood and bullets did.

You pushed the image back, quickly stepping over them with a guarded stature, making your way down to find another place to settle down.

"3 down, probably more on the way, moving west," you informed KorTac, hearing grunts and shots from their end.

"Are you all right, Owl?" asked a worried tone.

König, even in this mess, had time to worry about you, voice low with concern instead of his cold, monotone one when he fought. It was sweet, made your connection to him seem more relevant, deeper, and holding more meaning. It made your heart thrum happily.

"Yes," your reply was short since you were busy.

Moving around bodies and reloading behind the hard, cement wall, you sprung forward and shot down two other soldiers, two tapping them for assurance. The number was amassing, it went from three upstairs, one on your way down, and now four near the exit. The inside felt musky and stank of iron, maybe it was from your balaclava being soaked in someone's blood, but the smell permeated from the room, and you could taste the metal tang.

Your eyes fleeted left and right before making an exit, sprinting to the nearest cover and watching for enemies. You moved every time it felt safe, jumping from cover to cover until you reached a tall building far enough to continue your cover. It was safer, or so you thought. Someone in the enemy's beige fatigues grabbed your hands, struggling for your submission.

"Shit-"

Your curse made it to KorTac's ears, they asked for your status, to know where you were. Although you wanted to reply, you were a bit too busy with your struggle for ground when he pushed you down, back splayed on the floor as you tried to angle your gun to him. Your shared grunts were heard through the radio, your hiss from your cheek nicking a rock.

He spoke something foreign, you didn't understand him, hadn't had time to learn Farsi with all the missions you were sent on daily. You ground your teeth, your knee pushing against his abdomen with a groan. Unfortunately, he only huffed and brought the knife from his other hand closer to your face, your struggle wouldn't last long with a man twice your size over you.

From your narrowed eyes, you - both of you - missed the big silhouette of a man entering the room in a rush. A familiar knife was shoved into the man's neck as he was pulled away with beige-tipped gloves and pushed to the opposite side of the room with a raging KorTac operator holding the drowning man a few inches above the ground. His choked gurgles reached your ears as you sat up, seeing König hunched over the limp and dying enemy. He jabbed the knife multiple times into him, breaking the soft walls of the enemy's esophagus. It was a bloody display that would make privates shiver.

"König-"

As his name left your lips, he was immediately by your side, knife sheathed and weapons put aside, his hands were all over you, gripping your shoulders, arms, face, and waist. He was making sure you weren't wounded. You huffed, telling him you weren't wounded, a few scratches and bruises, but that's all. Whatever words you muttered, fell on deaf ears, König's eyes gleamed with worry, dilated and wide.

Getting hurt and dying was part of the job, but that didn't mean anyone wanted to get hurt or die. He knew that, yet the thought of seeing you gone, bleed out, or fallen into the enemy's hands scared him. He worried about you, a being so small and fragile to him, but strong and fierce as you've shown him so many times.

You broke down the barriers he put up, melted the anxiety that he had, and shared your darkest moments with him as he did with you. Your heart beats for him and him, you. It was a dangerous thing, letting one so close that your heart would die if the other was gone. Fear had rushed through him when he heard your grunts, it latched to his back and dragged him back. He couldn't go with the others knowing you were ambushed, he had to turn back and help you. Although he knew you were capable, he just couldn't shake the terror off until he saw you still in one piece.

That's why he left his formation and ran to yours in blinded fear and anger, the latter for the one who stood over you.

Even crouched down, he towered over you, hooded face shadowing you from the sun. Your stomach fluttered every time your eyes met his, the cold and calculative - sometimes murderous - gleam melted to a soft and caring one, warm and comforting as the sun. You muttered again, told how he saved you, that you're alive because of him. You gave him soothing words, eyes locked in a war-torn location.

***

König, however dangerous, was calm and caring, a quiet figure that held your hand and moved with you down the halls. He used to hide in the shadows - he still had the tendency to do it when you weren't with him - and distance himself from others. He used to hide and avoid people, explaining his reasons as to why he would only let you in, close enough to hold hands and share kisses. You liked the thought of being the only one inside, the special someone he let himself be near and touch without freezing up or stuttering.

You remember seeing him sliding through the crowd and vanishing when he ruined the corner or when you blinked, steps so quiet and so purposeful that you thought he was making sure to lose you - he had mentioned feeling you stare at him, wanting to bury himself in a pit for getting your attention, someone he admired and respected.

König was guarded, he protected himself from pain and people, and now, he vowed to do the same for you, to keep you from harm - when he was teamed with you - and from people - although not the jealous type, he didn't want to risk it.

Fraternizing was shamed by some higher-ups, the old coots like General Sheperd, but most didn't care, some encouraged you - Task Force 141 - and König - KorTac - to make due with what you had and reap the best of it. The danger of getting attached ran high, but you two made it work, you watched over him as Owl and you loved and adored him as (Name).

Perhaps, after retiring, you'd buy a house, a small one in the countryside far from civilization to keep to yourselves. To love and grow old together seemed like a beautiful idea to you when König had his drunk, bumbling mess after a can or two while you stayed sober to drive the team back.

You've come far, from brothers in arms to lovers on the battlefield, you've had your fears and your moments, but you always reached for him when he reached for you. Love's a game for two, after all.

#cod mw2 #konig x you #konig x reader #konig modern warfare #konig call of duty #cod mw2 x reader #konig mw2 #cod x reader #modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty mw2 #konig fluff

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charliemwrites · 8 months ago

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I just wanted to say this before it ate me up from the inside. Your SpecGru Reader series has me on the edge of my seat and I can't wait for when you post the next part but after you've gotten some rest and taken care of yourself. Someone else mentioned the joint mission going wrong and I want to pitch this idea to you, as a variation.

The mission goes well, in fact a little too well. The reader then trusts their gut and warns her squad because she and Nova are positioned as cover snipers. Before her Captain can pass along the warning to the 141, that's when everything goes tits up they were all drawn into an ambush. Their comms get jammed for a bit and it's basically everyone fending for themselves.

It takes some time for the Reader to get to a rallying point and things just get worse from there. Gaz and Keegan are unconscious because they were clipped by a concussion grenade. Nikto is providing covering fire. Price and Alister are trying to radio in an evac. Soap is the last one to arrive and admits that he and Ghost got split up when they were ambushed.

The Reader then goes in and cuts a bloody path to where Ghost was last seen and it unnerves Soap and Nova at the carnage that the Reader unleashes. They get to where Ghost is pinned down, having sustained a gunshot to both legs and to his left shoulder, and the Reader uses a flash bang/smoke grenade to provide cover as Nova and Soap take out the enemies.

That's when the Reader hauls Ghost out of there and when then man asks why they're bothering to go back for him when he was good as dead...?

The Reader just remarks that they're just paying it forward thanks the SpecGru squad that they made it a point to teach them that no one gets left behind. He falls unconscious afterwards but there's clear surprise on his face.

The Reader, Nova and Soap get back to the rally point and everyone barely gets out in one piece and in the weeks that follow, the Reader and the SpecGru squad make sure to check up on the injured 141. It's also revealed that thanks to the Reader having an O negative blood type, they were able to bring Ghost back from the brink when he was going into hypovolemic shock because of all the blood he lost.

When the man regains consciousness, the Reader is the first person he sees...

With the SpecGru squad and the 141 around him. It would just boil down to the Reader pretty much telling Ghost that they could've just let him die but that it wouldn't of been the right thing to do and how they learned thanks to the experience they had with the 141 that it would've been easy to just leave him to his fate or just disappear as he recovered.

Basically, it would toss everything that that the 141 did to the Reader back at them and really remind them of what they did wrong and how it was the Reader that wasn't a good fit for the 141, it was the 141 that wasn't a good fit for the Reader.

Tldr; the Reader goes in, puts their life on the line to save Ghost and then makes him regret freezing them out like they did by showing him what he should of done instead of letting his own hangups and insecurities get the better of him.

Ooh I love a good mirrored narrative, with a little dramatic irony of some kind thrown in. And Simon getting his ass saved? Love to see it.

I already have an idea in mind for the the joint mission, and all the ways it goes wrong (and right) but this is a very, very good idea that I enjoyed reading

#asks #thoughts™️

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trivialcrow · 6 months ago

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Jason groaned as consciousness slammed into him, insistent, unwelcome and all at once. A too shrill beep. The familiar sting of stitches and scratchy bandages. And a warmth clinging tightly to his hand. “Fuck.”

“Easy, Little Wing.”

Dick, his voice at once distant and far too near, filtered in over the rest of the noise, and Jason pried his eyes open. Flashes of memories - of a confession - snapped into perfect clarity, and Jason’s stomach dropped. Shit. Shit, shit. Shit.

The cool rim of a glass pressed against Jason’s lips, and he allowed Dick to tip the lukewarm water into his mouth while his mind scrambled against the panic. When the glass pulled away Jason risked a glance to the side and found Dick’s steady gaze already on him. “How do you feel?”

“Like I got body slammed by Killer Croc,” Jason said, which honestly sounded better than having to ask his next question. “Did I…”

“Tell me you loved me?” Dick finished without inflection. “Yeah.”

“Right, great.” Jason closed his eyes again. “Any chance we can pretend that didn’t happen?”

The warmth around his hand tightened as Jason’s brain sluggishly realized it was Dick holding his hand, their fingers laced together. “If that’s really what you want, then yeah,” Dick said. “But I’m really hoping it’s not.”

“What?” Jason’s eyes snapped open.

Dick smiled at him, and it was an awful, weighted expression. “I don’t want you to take it back, Jason.”

“But you - you’ve never acted like I was anything to you, except maybe an annoying little brother. And only then because it was an obligation.”

Dick’s expression cracked with pain edging into heartbreak, and he dropped his head forward so the shaggy spill of his bangs hid his eyes. “You’ve never been just an obligation, Jay, and I’m so sorry that’s how I made you feel. You’re so much more to me than -” Dick cut himself off and took a shaky breath, and then he lifted his head and stared at Jason with tear bright eyes. “You’re everything to me, Jason, and almost losing you a second time - please don’t take it back.”

“Dickie, why? Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

Dick’s smile was both wry and rueful. “Jason, you barely come around as it is, and some days saying hello to you is like holding a hand grenade with the pin pulled. You barely wanted me as a brother. I couldn’t risk driving you away by asking for more.”

#jaydick #jason todd #dick grayson #crow writes words #no context snippet #just had a scene I needed out of my brain

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harusaki-hugo · 1 year ago

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Siblings HCs: Baji Edition

Fandom:Tokyo Revengers+Genshin Impact

Plot: What it's like being Tokyo Revengers younger/older siblings

Note: I'M BORED AND I KEEP HAVING IDEA.

Being Baji younger sister/with klee personality:

You like ten (10) in this Hcs, so you have like five (5) year age gap with Baji.

Just like Keisuke, you have black hair, and big doe eyes which is Keisuke weakness and you also have baby fangs just like your brother! You are just the cutest in the Baji family.

A ball of sunshine you are. opposite of Keisuke, like you just the cutest and brightest kid that steals everyone's heart with one smile.

Sometimes Mikey wonders if you are Keisuke's sister because of your endless kindness and happiness that you are willing to share with everyone.

But, he can see why you are Keisuke's sister. You both are arsonists.

While Keisuke burns the car when he's hungry. You burn cars for fun. like you have a certain fascination with burning things, like fireworks or even making a mini safe bomb, which is impressive considering your age.

The smartest in the family. You can easily skip a grade if it's not because of your childish personality. like you are sometimes the one who teaches Keisuke and you are just in elementary grade.

You love everyone. Everyone in your eyes is the best.

Big Brother is the best, Mikey the best, Emma the best, heck even Draken is the best.

Shinichiro is the weird grownup. Why is he always smoking? Is that why he is still single? Let's just say you see him crying.

Keisuke always tries to be the best brother example for you, he tries so hard not to start a fight when you are around. keeping his temper in front of you and heck, he even shares his yakisoba with you because you are his ✨fav✨ sister.

Brings you together to 🔥burn🔥some car with him when you are both hungry, Don't worry it's some old used cars.

Bonus:-

You give every single one of your friends a toy you call Jumpy Dumpty and make them keep it close to them.

Unknown to them it's an invention you make that explodes if something happens to the owner.

Basically, when Kazutora is about to unalive Shinichiro, that toy he keeps in his shop explodes, and no it's not that 💣 explosion 💥 It's just a flash bang that blinds someone for like a minute.

And behold, you save shinichiro.

And Mama Baji has to ground you for making something dangerous. which also means Keisuke accompanies you in a special room for you.

Valhalla Arc;-

You just want to find your big brother because you are bored and Mama Baji like busy so when you hear that Toman is fighting some gang you though he going to be there.

You just straight up sitting between Ran and Rindou, the two like "Whose kid is this?" While Rindou a bit worried about you, ran straight up ✨ befriend ✨ you, like you two now besties.

Fast forward to Kazutora about to go apeshit and bright out the knife, you bring out your 💥bomb💥

Imagine Kazutora seeing a familiar toy being thrown in front of him and he like, "Oh shi-"

Straight up explosion, not a flash bang this time. pure explosion, a loud one and you can see the smoke and things.

Like someone just throw a grenade.

Ran and rindou look at you like 😮 , "Kid, wtf-"

Keisuke having a panic attack because his sister is there and he never once brings you to any gang fights.

OG Toman is yelling and screaming in pure horror when they see you because one; you there sitting with their future enemies and two; you holding another bomb ready to throw it.

But thanks to you, the fight ended without anyone getting killed.

This is much longer than I expected...

Request open. pls, send me something. anything or I keep doing siblings Hcs.

#tokyo revengers x reader #Tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers #baji keisuke #platonic x reader #matsuno chifuyu #sano manjiro #ken ryuguji #hanagaki takemichi #klee #genshin klee #genshin impact

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starfirewildheart · 10 months ago

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I am so sorry for the delay. RL has been in my face and also writers block has been a bitch!

Chapter 14

Scars and Souvenirs

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 3,131

Rating: mentions of war; being a POW, death, talk of trafficking, forced prostitution and assult.

Sy looked around his kitchen, which quickly had become their war room. He looked at his four friends, his four brothers at Arms, four of the five people he could always count on. He knew no matter what, these people would be there for him. This was his Special Forces Unit - Black Ops. They did missions under the radar, things not many people could do.

Farthest to his right was a younger man with curly brown hair, tall build, piercing blue eyes. To any normal person he would look completely unsuspecting and innocent. This man was Will Shaw. Will's family was CIA. He came into it naturally. Will was their cleaner. He would go in after every mission and make sure everything was cleared so there was no evidence against the unit or anything that could trace back to anyone.

To Will's left was another tall, well-built man with sleek, dark hair, piercing blue eyes and high cheekbones. A man who always dressed very dignified, usually in a three-piece suit. That is unless he was in fatigues or Mission attire. This man was Napoleon Solo. Napoleon was the finder. Any artifact, any information, any person, any lost item, Napoleon was the one that found it. He could find anything.

To his left stood another tall well-built man with what Sy lovingly called a porn stash. This mustached man with dark hair and also with piercing blue eyes was August Walker. August was the true definition of a spy; it's the work he loved most. August wasn't afraid to get dirty, he wasn't afraid to blur the lines between black and white and sometimes he lived in such a dark gray area that it made the others uneasy. Walker could be a petulant asshole, he could be stubborn, bullheaded and even arrogant but he always had your six.

Next to him stood the man that Sy felt was the big brother he'd never had. Of course he felt that all the men were his brothers but there was a bond that he had with Geralt that was hard to explain. He could see Geralt as almost a father figure, a big brother, a guide, a mentor. Grealt was muscle and so much more.. He was the leader, the planner. Geralt knew things instinctively that sometimes the other guys missed. He was a master at defence and weaponry and could be diomatic when he needed to be and was not afraid to step in between any of them when they were fighting. He was menacing but had a heart of gold.

Then of course there was Sy himself. Sy was the calm head, the planner, the leader. He kept things cool and calm. He kept everyone on task. Sy was the muscle, he was the one that wasn't afraid to go in and put his life in danger. He would lead them and do anything in his power to keep them safe.

These are the men Sy trusted with his life, with Debbie's life. These are the men that were going to go in and help him save her. They were all dressed in black, their faces covered with black paint black and gray paint, armed to the hilt. Guns of every kind and size. They had flash bangs, grenades, everything they needed to go in quietly or to make a big noise if need be.

Sy glared at August as the man rubbed his sore jaw. had punched him. August tried to insist that Sy stay behind when they went on this mission. He tried to say that Sy would be a liability because they were going to get his girlfriend. It made Sy vulnerable and it made him one track minded so to speak. He didn't want Sy to get hurt but, being August he didn't phrase it the way. He said that Sy would be a liability and needed to stay in the surveillance truck with Shaw. Sy took offense. He told August that he was full of shit. He was going in to get Debbie with or without them then punched August in the jaw. Needless to say August didn't like that one bit and a scuffle ensued. Geralt of course stepped between them and scolded them like they were young kids fighting over the last piece of candy. Needless to say It was decided that Sy would indeed be going.

Geralt knew that there was some logic to what August said but he knew Sy was a professional through and through. It was what would happen after the rescue that Geralt was worried about. What they found would likely crush the man and it would be up to his Brothers to rally around them until they could pick up the prices.

It was two a.m., time to head put. They all loaded into the box truck that had been fitted with the surveillance equipment and they're coms where Will would be staying while the mission was taking place. He would guide them via the cameras that they had hacked into that were in the building using earwigs.

Walter, who hadn't been happy about being left out of the mission, met them at the predetermined location. He was to help Will in the surveillance van then notify authorities at the right time. Walt would be given full credit for taking down the S17's local trafficking ring, not that he was concerned with credit. He was pissed at first when Sy told him he couldn't go but after a long conversation about how Sy didn't want Walt to have any blood on his hands and not wanting to endanger his shared custody of Fay if anything went wrong during the mission he reluctantly agreed.

They parked the box truck out of sight and moved to a position at the back gate tgat was not under any surveillance where they cut through the metal fence and the barbed wire to get inside. Once they had breached the door into the building they encountered guards and had to take a few of them out, which they did silently to not draw attention to themselves. The others were subdued with zip ties around the wrists and ankles and injected with sedatives before height hidden out of sight.

Moving silently as a team, each clearing every doorway, every hallway or every possible spot for someone to be hiding. Will follows their steps on camera from the surveillance van telling them which way to turn and the quickest way to get to where they believed that Debbie and Mike were being held. They were able to avoid a lot of people in the hallways thanks to Will's guidance with the cameras. However they did meet face-to-face with a few people here and there. Did their best to subdue them but would use deadly force whenever necessary. They moved with stealth like skills as August and Sy simultaneously snapped the necks of two guards and Solo stabbed under the chin dropping him silently to the ground.

It seemed like it was taking forever to clear their route but in truth they had only been in the building for under five minutes when they reached the room they thought Debbie and Mike were being held in.

Cautiously they breached the door and stepped inside and were instantly hit with horrible smells they all knew too well. Smells that happened when someone was held prisoner and tortured. The smell of urine and blood filled the air and the copper and ammonia scents made their nostrils burn and eyes water.

The room was solid concrete with a drain in the center of the concrete floor. In the right,back corner Mike was curled into a ball,, hugging his knees to his chest rocking repeatedly muttering, “No, please, no! No more!” His hands and feet were bound tightly with plastic zip ties wrenched so tight that his hands and feet were turning blue and the skin was bloody and raw. Solo and August went to acces him.

Sy's heart pounded and constricted when he saw Debbie. She was hanging by her arms from a metal pipe, feet barely touching the floor. She was bloody and battered. Her face was swollen, both eyes blacked, nose and mouth bloody. Her shirt had been cut open and was hanging off her body and shreds her bra was cut open as well. Her skin was a myriad of bruises, burns and gashes. Her wrists were bloody from the metal cuffs she was hanging from. The skin on her neck was red raw and different shades of blue and purple like they'd tried to hang her.

Sy and Geralt went straight to her. Sy began accessing her injuries as Geralt worked freeing her from the cuffs. “No!” She rasped, her voice gone at this point as she struggled and kicked out at them with one leg. “Get away from me!” She bit at the nearest skin near her which was Geralt’s arm.

“Fuck!” He hissed quietly.

“Deb it's me, shhh. Darlin’ It's me,” Sy told her. “We're here to get you baby.”

She burst into tears at the sound of his voice. He was here for her. “Told them you would come,” she whispered before losing consciousness.

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Jill Valentine: Nemesis on the Hunt by Jade Gretz

The fetid stench of sewage and decay assaulted Jill Valentine's senses as she crawled through the narrow service tunnel. Rain, a rare occurrence in this perpetually sunless city, lashed the surface above, sending torrents of grimy water cascading down the cracked concrete walls. The flickering beam of her tactical flashlight cut through the oppressive darkness, revealing a scene from a twisted nightmare.

Jill, her S.T.A.R.S. uniform caked in grime, pushed herself forward. The Raccoon City outbreak had driven her underground, a desperate bid to escape the hordes of flesh-hungry zombies that roamed the streets. But the sewers offered no solace. Here, in the oppressive darkness and suffocating humidity, a different kind of horror lurked.

Her progress was slow, hampered by the uneven terrain and the constant fear of what might be lurking in the shadows. Each rustle, each dripping of water, her own ragged breaths, all amplified by the claustrophobic tunnels, sent shivers down her spine.

Ahead, the tunnel narrowed further, barely wider than her shoulders. She wedged herself through, the rough concrete scraping against her back. Suddenly, the light from her flashlight caught a glint of movement ahead. It was a pair of glowing red eyes, reflecting in the darkness like embers.

Jill's heart hammered against her ribs. Her hand instinctively reached for the familiar weight of her Samurai Edge pistol at her hip. But it was gone – lost somewhere in the frantic scramble through the city streets. Panic threatened to consume her, but years of training kicked in.

Reaching into her utility pouch, she gripped a flashbang grenade, its smooth surface reassuringly cool against her palm. With a flick of her wrist, she primed the device and hurled it forward. The tunnel echoed with the deafening bang, followed by a blinding flash of light.

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The Brotherhood, Pt. 11

Sheppard places his hands on the pedestal and out pops the ZPM from the wall in front of him. We get another close-up shot of gently laying a hand on something, which seems to be a theme in this episode. For some reason, they want us to see these two men in particular touching things in a tender, somewhat erotic fashion. Sheppard is touching the thing we saw McKay touch earlier, which makes them touch by proxy. If we compare the two scenes, Sheppard is much more hesitant as he has seen touching kill a man. This may be symbolic of how they have approached more than just the ancient puzzle.

Sheppard's fingers seem to be longer than McKay's but their hands still fit together perfectly.

As the ZPM pops out from the wall we also get a reaction shot from Sheppard and McKay alone, and not from any of the other characters. Sheppard lets out a breath that he had apparently been holding in, and this whole thing is honestly pretty suggestive. You don't need to read layers of subtext to understand what this is a metaphor for. He found... release for his tension. They both did.

McKay seems to be likewise out of breath, and as excited as he is to see an actual ZPM which may be a key to saving them from the wraith in addition to just being an object of great interest to him as a scientist, he turns to look at Sheppard instead. And the look on his face expresses awe. We see the briefest flicker of relief on Sheppard's face.

Kolya approaches the object, his attention focused on it even though he does not really understand what it is, and McKay steps around Sheppard to get closer to him probably to make sure that he doesn't accidentally break it or something. But this gives Sheppard an opportunity to proceed with his original plan.

He gives Teyla and Ford a nod, and they spring the flash bangs while only the three of them know to cover their eyes and ears against the stunning effect. Make note of the fact that again a part of the story happens only through looks and body-language, and if you're not paying attention to them, you are missing a portion of the story. Before Sheppard gives the order, he does the thing with his lips that seems to be a self-soothing technique. He is preparing to take out Kolya, and hopes that no one catches any stray bullets. He is especially worried about McKay, as we shall soon see.

While he ducks down, he does actually place himself between the flash bang and McKay although it seems to do very little to shield him from its effects. As everyone else in the room is temporarily stunned, they proceed to take out Kolya and his men.

Teyla and Ford take out the others where Sheppard focuses on Kolya. It's good that he does, too, as even stunned he is a very dangerous man and manages to land a couple of strikes on Sheppard. We have actually seen him training blind-folded so it tracks that he would be able to put up resistance even after being blinded. It is only the fact that the P-90 is more familiar to Sheppard and he has training in using it that sways the bout in his favour.

The very first thing Sheppard does? The very first? Is to check up on McKay. While Teyla and Ford are still taking out Kolya's men, while he really should be keeping his entire attention on Kolya and keep him literally in his cross hairs, while he's still catching his breath, he checks up on McKay who has been blinded by the stun grenade like everyone else. Like, he actually takes his eyes off Kolya to glance at McKay:

McKay: What the hell just happened? Sheppard: Are you okay? Allina: Yes. Thank you. Sheppard: Sorry, Rodney. I had no way of telling you what was coming.

The thing is, Allina responds to him like Sheppard had in any way intended his question to include her. Like he had even been remotely aware of her existence just then. When he asked the question, his entire world had narrowed down to two things: Kolya and McKay. He was not asking them if they were alright, he was asking McKay in particular. And as she answers the question he wasn't asking her, he has to specify who he is talking to by mentioning Rodney by name. His first instinct is to check up on McKay, and his second instinct is to apologize for what he had to do to keep him safe. He doesn't even really ignore Allina, she's just not at all on his radar. Like, they actually want us to come to this conclusion by how he mentions Rodney's name getting a response from the wrong person for his first question.

What a strange thing to emphasize if we are to believe they are just co-workers. The more dangerous we believe Kolya to be, the more significance it puts on Sheppard's actions here. He cares about McKay so damn much. And not just about his physical well-being but also his emotional well-being. Of everything and everyone currently in the chamber, Rodney McKay is the most important to John Sheppard.

So, yes. McKay responds by whinging which probably tells Sheppard that he is not seriously injured. Having been forced to let McKay get hurt does not feel good to him so as he tells McKay to get the ZPM, his tone is more about his self-incrimination than directed toward McKay (we can compare this scene for when he, however unintentionally, shoots McKay in Phantoms (S03E09); the blame he lays on himself is crushing). There's someone he wants to protect and keep safe--at this point, it's not even hyperbole to say more than anyone else in this whole damn galaxy--and he has been called to put this person in danger.

As relieved as he is to hear that McKay seems to be fine (through his actions, if not his words), he should never have let any of this happen in the first place. But above anything else, by telling McKay to get the ZPM he is once more giving him a task, giving him an occupation to focus on, which Sheppard knows by now is the best way to get McKay through a potentially traumatic experience. We saw him do this at the end of The Defiant One (S01E11), and we will see him do it again. You can tell that he's doing it for the benefit of McKay by how he removes his eyes from Kolya for the second time to look at him as he does it. Also, he knows getting his hands on a ZPM is like Christmas morning to McKay, so he does not want to miss seeing that.

And, as to underline this point, McKay notices Kolya eyeballing him from his position on the floor where he is held at gunpoint by Teyla, so he tells him: "Don't look at me". He hadn't been in on this. But he is drawing attention to the person who was just looking at him and not at Kolya. And, as McKay gets the ZPM and they prepare to get out and Sheppard has a dozen things he should be keeping an eye on at that moment, he again turns to check up on McKay.

Before they leave, he lets Kolya know that he's going to be left alive:

Sheppard: We're going to send a villager to pick you up in about an hour. Kolya: The smart thing would be to kill me now. Sheppard: You're right. I tell you what—I'm going to want points for this in the future. But if you ever do this again... I will kill you. Deal?

The thing is, Sheppard had very much wanted to kill Kolya. He told him in no uncertain terms in The Eye (S01E10) that he was going to do that. As a matter of fact, he had thought that he had already accomplished this and hadn't lost a wink of sleep over that fact. But like I mentioned before, Sheppard seemed to catch on to the fact that Kolya had not intended to kill McKay here (everyone else, yes, but not him). That McKay is valuable enough for the Genii to take him with alive. This, along with his desire not to start another all-out war in this galaxy (not knowing that Kolya was not here on any official Genii business), are among the reasons he decides not only to leave Kolya alive at the end of this, but to let him go. The smart thing probably would have been to kill him but Sheppard is not an executioner and, with McKay being alright and them having a shiny brand new ZPM, he's feeling too good to even entertain the thought.

Still keeping his eyes on Kolya, Sheppard calls back to the others:

Sheppard: Are we good? McKay: Yeah, as far as I can see. Sheppard: Let's move out.

Although Allina seems not to have understood that Sheppard was talking to McKay alone earlier, McKay himself seems to. Or at least he responds like Sheppard had intended this question specifically to him. And again, given just a moment's respite from a life-threatening, intensely dangerous situation, they fall right back into this world of their own where other people are not invited.

McKay: I can't believe you never mentioned the Mensa thing. Sheppard: I took the test. I never joined. McKay: But you passed. Sheppard: Yes. McKay: Well, do you know we have a chapter on Atlantis? You could become an honorary— Sheppard: Rodney. Rodney, up the rope.

I can't believe you never mentioned, he says. Like he thinks he knows everything about John Sheppard by now. Like he was completely blindsided by there being a side to Sheppard he had never witnessed. This confirms that they have been spending a lot more time in each other's company than we see on screen. And, to be sure, they later try to explain this by "the game," that they had been playing a game together after and between missions. For sure, spending a lot of time in someone's company would make you better acquainted but it does not explain the intimate nature of some of the details they know about one another.

Anyway, by this time Rodney McKay is, at least, convinced that he knows most things there are to know about John Sheppard. And make no mistake, Sheppard is willingly sharing personal information with McKay here. It's true that Mensa as a concept will be entirely incomprehensible to Kolya but regardless, Sheppard, who previously made damn sure that Kolya would know as little as possible about any of them, shared personal information about himself in front of an enemy just because he also frequently forgets about their surroundings around McKay.

It's also interesting that as he returns to McKay by the rope, he hands his gun to Allina who does not seem to know what to even do with it. He hands a gun to someone he likely suspects has never held a gun in her life (which is not exactly true, as it turns out). Because, the thing is, he's making sure that McKay gets out of the chamber first. He even tells Rodney to get up the rope, and like.

Women and children first, is the polite thing to do. It's at least an unofficial code of conduct of the military. But notice that neither of them suggests that she (or Teyla, but we have seen that Sheppard does not see her as a woman first but as a warrior) should go first. Sheppard is making sure that McKay gets out safe and sound, and McKay just doesn't care enough about her for it to even occur to him that he should offer to let her go before him. Sheppard is also securing the rope, making sure that it is safe for McKay to use. Please explain to me how any of what happens right here makes any sense if they are just co-workers.

Sheppard has to call Rodney's name twice to get him to focus on their surroundings, has to look at him directly and to direct him with his expression. In order to get McKay to not focus on him right now, Sheppard has to get McKay to focus on him as he is right at that moment, which is some inception level antics right there. McKay is too focused on what Sheppard had said about himself to be able to focus on what he is saying to him. He is too focused on Sheppard to be able to focus on Sheppard.

Once out of the hole in the ground they walk out into an ambush that Allina, who is the new Master Handler of the Brotherhood is leading them into. But what happens just before that is interesting:

Sheppard: You know, I'm going to sleep pretty soundly tonight. McKay: Not me. I'm going to be up all night... getting every system I can back online.

Sheppard just... completely randomly lets everyone (and by everyone he means McKay since his "you know" was pretty obviously spoken to him, as he looks at McKay before he says it) know how he is going to be spending his night when they get back home, and also lets us in on the fact that he is thinking about sleeping. Maybe he's all tuckered out. But then McKay responds by telling Sheppard what he is going to be doing tonight. Because for some reason they just have to know the other's plans for the night. The way McKay also says "I'm going to be up all night" is also pretty suggestive which is why he has to specify what he is going to be doing with his night.

But alas, their joy is short lived. They are surrounded by members of the brotherhood with weapons, and Allina takes the ZPM with the intention of hiding it on another world. What's noteworthy here is that she is paralleled with Chaya. McKay tells her, "Allina, you can't believe that. Look, come back with us. Let me prove it to you." Sheppard asked Chaya to come back with them, to prove to her that they were worth helping. Chaya came to Atlantis, Allina does not, but both Sheppard and McKay ultimately failed in convincing these women to help them.

McKay does not attempt to charm her the way Sheppard did Chaya but instead tries reason and logic because, while Allina seemed infatuated with him, this was never about him even trying to influence her like that. He wouldn't know how even if he had been called to do it, he doesn't think he can be charming like John Sheppard can--which is precisely why Kolya had taken a barb at his attractiveness earlier. But he does feel betrayed because he had been convinced that the woman liked him. Was it all just a lie? Had he been used?

What is notable about this scene is that Sheppard is likewise trying to reason with her. They are working as one, they are arguing as one person. They are trying to reason with her as a tag team. As a matter of fact, when they return to Atlantis and explain the situation to Weir, he describes it with "I tried. Believe me, we tried." However you interpret the nature of their relationship, whether you believe there is a physical component to it or not, these two men are together.

Sheppard: We come from the city of the Ancestors. That ZPM was intended for us. Allina: No. You live in Atlantis, but you are not the Ancestors. Sheppard: What'd you tell her? McKay: Atlantis might fall if we don't take this ZPM back. Then it would serve no purpose. Do you really think the Ancestors would have wanted that? Allina: None of us can know their plan. Sheppard: They don't have a plan. Do you think getting attacked by the Wraith and chased out of the galaxy is something they planned for?

Faith cannot be overcome by reason, this McKay already knew. It is cruel for them to almost have what they so desperately want, to have it in his actual hands, only for it to be taken away. And McKay thinks that it's his fault. Sheppard's words indicates that he realizes McKay had fucked up somewhere (he really didn't, he just had not guile enough to lie) but it's clear that Sheppard doesn't blame him for this.

He very much makes sure McKay understands that they are in this together. It seems like his question is actually more about the fact that he didn't know about something that had happened between them, did not know about this conversation, than laying any blame on him. He has definitely made McKay's business his business by this episode. He also really doesn't like how McKay ignores him as he starts arguing for their right to take the ZPM. Sheppard also sounds really rather angry as he makes his retort about the Ancients not having a plan to her. This, too, seems to connect this scene with Chaya, and Sheppard is definitely still feeling soreness about that whole affair. Sharing her essence certainly seems not to have made him more sympathetic toward the Ancients, perhaps even to the contrary.

Sheppard is really not happy as she approaches McKay to take the ZPM even though she had just given her gun to one of her people and should pose no real physical threat to him. She takes it, turns and walks away. McKay doesn't so much watch her leave as he watches the ZPM leave with all of their hopes with it. McKay and Sheppard exchange a glance and no words are spoken. They don't need words to know what they are both thinking.

This is probably the clearest example so far of this silent communication between them, this unsettling ability to read the other's thoughts from their face.

They return to Atlantis empty handed and learn about the A-plot happening. Sheppard is extremely unhappy to hear that while they had been away, they've lost both a Jumper and two of his men. He blames himself for that.

While they walk up the stairs to the control platform fresh out of the gate, Sheppard checks up on McKay twice. He wants to know where the other man is. When McKay changes from his left side to his right side, his head follows the movement. It seems as though he is worried about him. It isn't simply that he wants to keep McKay close to him, he is clearly watching out for him. Perhaps he's worried how McKay would react to losing the ZPM given how very excited he was over finding it.

At no point while they were on the planet being ambushed or now as they walked with Weir and attempted to explain what had happened was Sheppard particularly upset. Either he was keeping calm for McKay's benefit or just had a Comme ci, comme ça attitude about the whole thing. But as soon as he hears about the death of his men, he is upset. He's upset and takes it out on Weir.

The thing is, if Sheppard was worried about McKay and checking up on him as they walked up the stairs, it is now McKay's turn to be worried about Sheppard and to check up on him. He looks concerned enough that I wonder whether among those intimate details about each other's lives they apparently have been exchanging by this time, something of Sheppard's past was already known to him. Sheppard has lost flight craft and "his men" before so while, yes, even normally this kind of news would be upsetting, his upset is on a whole other level due to past trauma.

When they are informed that there are three hive ships approaching Atlantis and that they will have two weeks until they reach them, McKay and Sheppard exchange another glance. Only, this time it's framed so that we have Sheppard's perspective on Weir and McKay, and McKay looks at the camera--to where Sheppard is. Sheppard is looking at Weir as long as she's speaking but as soon as McKay looks at him, he shifts focus and we see this by how the camera changes focus from Weir to McKay. Again, a clever bit of editing is used to conceal the fact that they are looking at each other. And indeed, while everyone else is looking at the hive ships that Zelenka had just put up on the screen because they are rather significant and really pretty curious to look at, we end the episode with Sheppard looking at McKay. With this look on his face. He is terrified. He is terrified and he is letting McKay see it on his face.

Yes, perhaps Rodney McKay did have a reason to be so surprised that he hadn't known about the Mensa thing yet. He certainly seems to know Sheppard very well. Perhaps better than anyone ever has. And John Sheppard cares about Rodney McKay. Maybe more than he has ever cared about anyone else. And now, they risk losing it all. Would fate really be so cruel?

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nightbringer24 · 2 months ago

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So here's a thought: T-rex's had good ocular vision. Not sure about hearing but as predators, they probably had very good hearing anyway.

Say you chucked a flash bang grenade at one, or near one... do you think you'd be able to stun it, make it run off or just piss if off?

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(based on a convo i had with @thought-u-said-dragon-queen)

Jason: shit, you okay?

Dick: i'm fine, it was just a flashbang.

Jason: just a flashbang? are you serious?

Dick: it's not like it was an actual grenade!

Tim: you still don't want to get flashed or banged!

Dick: speak for yourself.

Jason: alright, we're leaving you behind.

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twstfanblog · 4 months ago

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Leech Fry

**Larimar Leech**

Age: 16 (July 4)

School: Freshman at NRC. Memeber of the Art Club and co assistant manager of the Mostro lounge.

Height: 5'11"

Hair: Mid-back length wavy/curly purple hair with teal ends. Currently has fucked up bangs, normally worn in a bun

Eyes: Topaz yellow, has Floyd's eye shape

Likes: Gems, drawing, swimming, seafood, nature documentaries, playing the drums, dancing, slasher movies

Dislikes: Being cold, indecisive people, cauliflower, being woken up early, Mario, his unique magic (only for the moment)

Pets?: Keeps finding and domesticating wild rats (Riddle hates it and is trying to convince him to get a hedgehog instead)

Fav food: Broiled crab with lemon and garlic

Who's their Best Friend: Icsac Clover-Leech (Best Cousins)

Dating/Crush?: Dating Finley (Neither of their parents know. Rook and Floyd know)

Former feral child, Larimar is a coconut crab mer who crawled out of the ocean and claimed Riddle as his mother. It was during Riddle and Floyd's long overdue honeymoon. They got endeared quickly, so they just took him home once their trip was over and Larimar's family couldn't be found.

He had very intense emotional breakdowns as a child since he spoke in an unknown mer dialect, was dealing with a completely new lifestyle/environment, and couldn't properly communicate with Riddle and Floyd. He's calmed down over the years but still remains a person who will bite and ask questions never.

Riddle is aware something happened to him. They attempted to bring him to the ocean, thinking his family were simply underwater and that's why they couldn't find them the day prior. Larimar had a full breakdown and screamed until Riddle moved him away from the water. Once Larimar was able to communicate properly, Riddle put him in therapy in an effort to unlock WHY Larimar refused to go into the ocean for nearly half a year when they first took him in.

Sadly, Larimar completely repressed the reason far before he was put in therapy, and he won't unlock it again until his 17th birthday.

Unique Magic: Shining Bright. A spell that allows Larimar to either make himself or an object into a flash grenade. He has no control over it and has routinely flashbanged his classmates during classes. Floyd thinks it's hilarious, and Riddle is concerned because he believes it's a fear response.

Once he gains control over it, he can use it both for defensive and offensive attacks.

**Rosalina Leech**

Age: 6 (October 30)

Height: 3'4"

Hair: Pixie cut red hair, has curlier heart bangs than Riddle

Eyes: One mid grey eye and one yellow eye

Likes: Reading, spelling, aquariums, the car wash, helping Riddle in the garden, arts and crafts, swimming

Dislikes: People not listening to her, being told to 'calm down', when Floyd takes her art off the fridge (to put new art up), Larimar's study time

Pets?: Likes rodents of all kinds so she likes Larimar's rats but agrees with Riddle on getting a hedgehog next (Or a bunny, or a guinea pig, or a rat-)

Fav Food: Strawberry tarts ♡

Bestfriend?: Jasper Clover-Leech (Best cousins)

Oopsie Baby that was very big and nearly killed Riddle, resulting in an emergency C-section. Rosalina is a red eel mer, which Floyd adores (Makes her easy to spot when they swim in the ocean).

The most know it all first grader on the block. She boosts about having read the dictionary cover to cover and how she's already lost two of her baby teeth. She's so mature for her age, the other six year olds can't compare.

Tantrums from hell; wailing, sobbing, flailing on the ground because Floyd picked up the wrong apple from the display at the grocery market. A holder of a 'Big Feelings' card, Rosalina is a challenge for Riddle's gentle parenting style. It's working for them, but Rosalina is just as hot-headed as Riddle, so they can both start throwing a fit if the situation isn't handled quickly.

Adores her big brother. If she isn't attached to one of her dads, she's shoving a book in Larimar's face to show off the new big word she can't pronounce properly. It got to the point where Riddle made a rule that she can't bother her brother when he's studying in an effort to lessen her clinginess.

Unique Magic: She does not show an ability to do magic and she's subconsciously trying to compensate for it.

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Young Qibli:Gran-Pere! is it true?! is it true what the children at school say? that you are mercenary! that you and mama KILL people?

Vulture:oh little Qibli, it is much more than killing people! It has many complicated facets. I once helped topple a fascist south pantalan government in a week! I mean…it was replaced by another in two, but I still got paid

Young Qibli:But Gran-Pere! Mon fellow schoolchildren, they taunt and bully me for it!

Vulture:WAIT QUOI??? HOW ARE YOU NOT THE COOLEST KID IN SCHOOL?!

Who is it who dares to mock you? Is it that son of the butcher jean paul?! Perhaps that little piggy shall find a grenade in his lunchbox, soon as he opens it it will pull the pin

Young Qibli:…please do not kill my friends

Vulture:Oh Mon Cher petit-fils!

IM not going to do it

Young Qibli:…Quoi?

(to present)

Moon:…oh my god???

Qibli:Relax! it was a flash bang!

Moob:why were you french?

Qibli:It was a sandwing trend at the time

I cannot even BEGIN to imagine where this might be from.

#submission #source: helsing ultimate abridged #wof #wof incorrect quotes #wings of fire #wings of fire incorrect quotes #wof qibli #wof vulture #wof moonwatcher #incorrect quotes

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fixfoxnox · 2 years ago

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Death of Peace Of Mind (Streamer/Camboy AU)

Pairings: Ghost/Soap, Implied Ghost/Roach/Soap, Implied Roach/Jackson

Warnings: Smut

Description: Roach gets a new mysterious donator on his streams

Word Count: 7.8k

Actual usernames used: @missiridescent and @probablylikesixducks

He tosses a flash into the room, waiting only a few seconds before rushing in after it. He doesn’t even have to think as his hands move, this is all muscle memory for him. His gun goes up, he shoots the disoriented enemy in the corner, making quick work of him with no shots on himself. Another door opens and one of the man’s teammates pops out.

It’s a tough battle for several moments, bullets spraying between them. A few catch on to Roach but, in the end, he’s the better shot. His enemy goes down first and it only takes two more shots to kill him for good. Roach had checked the house beforehand, he knew that there was one other person on the bottom floor. One other person standing between him and the end of this.

He tends to his wounds, taking ammo off the other two men’s bodies before creeping to the door. He moves slowly and carefully, and finally, he pauses at the top of the stairs. He can’t see the two men’s remaining ally, he knows he’s going to have to make a risky move to finish this. He tosses another flash first, hoping the man below him was stunned by the sudden bang and light. His grenade goes next, cooked in his hand for several moments before he finally tosses it down. It explodes within a few seconds of leaving his hands. He jumps down after the explosion, flinging himself down the stairs in a quick sprint followed by a slide.

It only takes him a second to locate the other man. Still disoriented from the flash and weak from the small explosion, it only takes a few shots to get him to the ground and another few shots to finally kill him. He pauses, a grin pulling across his face as cheering erupts in his ear. The screen flashes with news of his team’s victory.

“Fuckin’ hell Roach that was incredible,” Jackson calls out to him over his headset, “Carrying my ass through this game.”

Roach snorted, leaning back into his gaming chair as the ending animation of their characters loading onto a plane played through, “That’s because you don’t pay attention. If you’d stop running your mouth for two seconds you wouldn’t get run up on.”

“Your viewers come to listen to me run my mouth,” his friend shot back with a tease. Roach rolled his eyes at the man, but a grin still pulled at his mouth. He turned his attention to his second monitor, his eyes scanning across the quickly scrolling words from his chat. Most of the comments were either victory emojis or just a simple “W” typed in to chat. There were a couple of longer ones, but none that particularly struck him.

Another donation came in, “Thank you Allysourous16 for the 15! I really appreciate it!” He fixed his webcam with a bright grin. “What do you guys think? Do you guys just come here for Jackson?” He wasn’t surprised in the slightest when chat began running quickly across, many people typing out a simple “yes” or “YES” or “Jackson is actually my boyfriend” into his stream. He chuckled at a few of the responses, particularly the thirsty ones that were begging him to ask Jackson to say something with the accent he usually suppressed.

“They love me, don’t they?” Jackson was smug, a clearly teasing tone to his voice, “I’m gonna steal your stream dude, we’ll call it the Jackson takeover.”

Roach snorted, “I don’t think they’ll go for that, most of them are talking about how lame you are.” He turned his attention back to his game with a smile on his face. He was quickly clicking through his weapons, checking and tweaking his loadouts based on the last game that they’d played.

“Stop projecting onto me now, Roach,” Jackson scolded him playfully, “Doing regular duos again?”

Roach hummed, “Unless you wanted to switch to DMZ or something,” he commented, “Or I guess we could go play just regular TDM.” He could practically hear Jackson’s disgusted huff and he couldn’t help but snicker.

“You know I fucking hate TDM.”

“I do,” Roach glanced back over to his chat, “And I’ll never understand why.” His eyes scrolled the various questions that flashed across the screen and caught on to one in particular. He gave a hum, “When is your next spicy stream?” He gave a chuckle, bringing one of his feet up in his chair so that he could tuck his knee to his chest. “Tomorrow night,” he grinned at the camera, “Regular streams are Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Spicy streams are Tuesdays and Saturdays. Videos drop on Thursdays and Sundays for both the channel and the website.”

“He’s got it all scheduled out,” Jackson commented, “Follows that shit like it’s a religion.”

“It’s important to be on time,” he defended himself. He clicked back over on the game, loading their little party of two into another match, “You’re late all the time, so I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“Yeah, yeah, see if I revive you this next match,” he threatened playfully, “I’ll ruin your stats man, don’t test me.”

“To revive me,” Roach started dryly, “You would have to live longer than two seconds.”

“Fuck you.”

“So me, you, and Logan tomorrow?” Roach nudged the door to his small home closed with his foot. He had his phone pressed between his face and his shoulder as he carried numerous bags on his arms, trying not to drop anything as he stumbled to his kitchen.

“Yeah,” Jackson responded, “I checked with James and Frost but they’re both being lame.”

“By being lame,” Roach dumped the bags on his counter, “You mean having lives and jobs outside of streaming?”

“Hey,” Jackson shot back, “I have a job outside of streaming and I still play.”

“That’s because your job is connected to my job asshole,” Roach rolled his eyes leaning against his countertop with a grin, “Not everyone can get their best friend to hire them as their manager.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Jackson chided, “My official job title is manager and professional best friend. Thank you very much.” Roach gave a snort, fondness flowing through his chest. Despite all his teasing, Roach was ever grateful for Jackson’s help. The man was far more knowledgeable about the ins and outs of setting up a channel, managing it, and managing the money from it than Roach was. He’d been nothing but a blessing for Roach when he’d initially started streaming and, when he’d started making his other content as well, Jackson hadn’t even blinked, simply helping him set everything up. It had been natural for Roach to hire his friend. He made enough money for it, so why not? “You prepped for your stream tonight?”

Roach gave a hum, glancing over at the various bags sitting on his counter. “Yup,” he popped the p in the word, “Actually just got back in from the store. Stocked back up on lube and all that good stuff.”

“Did the lady at the checkout look at you like you were insane again?” Jackson snickered over the phone, “Can’t imagine most people buy six bottles at a time.”

Roach felt himself flush. The lady at the store had looked at him like he was crazy. He’d only managed to get through the interaction by directing his attention elsewhere in the store, trying to avoid her gaze as his face burned red. It was the oddest thing in the world: on camera, Roach could be shameless but the second the camera wasn’t there and he was melting into the ground. “Shut up,” he muttered into the phone, “You know I go through it like crazy.”

“We should see if they sell gallons of the stuff,” Jackson teased, “That’s about a week's worth for you.”

“I hate you,” Roach groaned, burying his face into his arms, “Best friends are supposed to be nice.”

“No we aren’t,” Jackson chimed, “I’ll stop embarrassing you though, I can practically see how red you are right now.”

“You’re the worst,” Roach gave a huff. “Thanks for planning tomorrow, twitter’s been going wild about the line-up. Apparently, someone started a rumor that Allen was back for the week and would be playing with us.”

Jackson snorted, “Please, Allen’s too busy running around with his creepy Russian boyfriend, we probably won’t even get another text from him for a month or so.”

“And it will be a response to a three-month-old meme,” Roach couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. He loved his friend, but the man was far too predictable and far too busy, his stream loved it when Allen showed up, he was like a fan-favorite special guest for the stream just because of how rarely he was there.

Jackson gave a similar laugh in his ear. “Alright, well, do you need anything else from me for the day?”

Roach started digging through his bags on the counter, pulling out the cold items of his groceries that would need to go back up, “Not that I can think of. You gonna watch the stream tonight?”

“Was planning on it.”

“Cool, cool. Talk to you tomorrow then.” With that all handled, Roach finally set his phone down and started unloading everything he’d bought for himself, his body humming with energy as he moved around. He always got like this the day before a stream, he never wanted to sit still. He was a stickler for a schedule, but on certain days he wanted more than anything to just start his stream early and work off some of the energy that had built up under his skin.

He had to be patient though, and being patient meant finding something to help him pass his time. That was how he ended up where he usually found himself: curled up on his couch with his tablet in his lap, paying a visit to his favorite YouTube channel to check for any new updates.

Roach never considered himself someone who would enjoy watching a vlogging channel, much less a couple's vlogging channel. Apparently, all it took to get him watching was for both of the people who were over the channel to be ridiculously attractive.

YourFavoriteBoyfriends were the current favorite couples channel of YouTube and, after watching the couple’s first video, he could understand why. The two men were as if a dog and cat took human form and fell in love. Their sun and moon dynamic was the constant talk in the comments of their videos.

There was Soap, a bubbly Scottish man who’d proudly proclaimed that he’d forced his boyfriend, Ghost, to do the channel with him. During the videos, he’d constantly be giving big smiles and laughs for the camera, always high energy with one joke or another to crack. While usually, Roach would find people like that to be forcing their energy, he’d been surprised to watch Soap and come to the conclusion that the man was fairly genuine with his high energy. That was just his personality and it drew Roach, and several other viewers, in. He was an attractive man as well. Both he and his boyfriend were quite muscular, and Soap didn’t shy away from showing that off during their videos. Whether it be a check-in while the two were at the gym or a shirtless morning intro to the video. Roach wasn’t going to complain, he enjoyed the sight just as much as the men seemed to enjoy showing off.

Then there was Soap’s boyfriend, Ghost. A bit of a mystery in the community thanks to the ever-present masks that he wore. Apparently, it was the only way that Soap could get him to agree to be on camera. If it wasn’t a skull-painted balaclava then it was a face mask and dark sunglasses. The community had never seen his face and, like many other faceless YouTubers, he’d built up a rather large community of thirsters thanks to his extremely attractive deep voice and occasional random hand pics that he would post to Twitter. He also, as Roach had learned recently, was a gamer with a stream of his own. He, Soap, and one of their friends who was a frequent guest on their channel, Gaz would typically stream together. Roach had been frequenting those streams when he could on his private account and he’d, rather embarrassingly, donated numerous times just to get up to that “hand cam” goal that Ghost had.

As he usually did on days like this, he checked their YouTube channel first. Nothing had been recently posted and he’d already watched their latest video “Swapping Gym Routines” about six times since it had come out only three days prior. The video was definitely a thirst fest for their fans, something that both Soap and Ghost seemed to know based on their jokes throughout the video. Roach was more than a little embarrassed to note that the video had certainly been on his mind during his stream later that night. He’d been more than thankful that he hadn’t accidentally let the fantasies going through his mind slip out of his mouth during the stream.

He clicked away from their channel and checked their friend’s next. Gaz didn’t post often, but when he did it was usually either his own vlog, a rather entertaining gaming video, or a random prank that he’d pulled on Soap and Ghost. Roach was disappointed to see that he hadn’t posted anything either. His next stop was Twitch and, as soon as he loaded in, he let out an excited yelp, quickly clicking on the stream on his front page. Luckily his tablet was already on his private account, so he didn’t have to worry about trying to hurriedly switch over just to watch Ghost’s stream.

He was pleased to see, as the stream finally caught up, that it wasn’t just Ghost, but also Soap sitting next to him at the desk, leaning his head on his shoulder to presumably just watch as Ghost played a match of Warzone. Soap was the one talking when the audio finally started coming through, “Ghost has me on today solely so that I can’t sneak off and donate the rest of the money for the hand cam.”

Ghost snorted, his entire focus clearly on the game as his character quickly moved around the screen, gathering loot. “The point is that it's harder for them to reach the goal today,” he rumbled out, his voice sending shivers down Roach’s spine. “But if they reach the goal, they get the hand cam for the rest of stream.”

Roach’s eyes widened and he looked immediately to the little goal meter in the corner of the stream. If they reached five thousand dollars then Ghost would turn on his hand cam for the rest of the stream. He checked the time on the stream and noted with a bit of a pout that apparently the man had been streaming for an hour. Still, despite how long they’d been going, it was still the middle of a day on a Tuesday for many of their viewers, meaning that there weren’t that many people there and weren’t that many people donating, something he assumed Ghost knew very well. The goal bar was only a little past halfway at a total amount donated of $2,700.

Roach squinted at the little bar for a moment his hand twitching at his side. Well, tonight was one of his streams…

He jumped off the couch quickly, scrambling to his room to grab his wallet before scrambling back into the room, his hands moving quickly as he clicked around on his screen to move over to the donation page. He typed everything in as quickly as possible before hitting send, a grin crossing his face as he tabbed back over to the stream, just waiting for his donation to go through.

It was a few minutes until the donation was finally processed, he knew very well how often it could take for larger donations to finally go through. It was between games when the sound for the donation went off, Ghost and Soap both looked to the corner at the same time and Roach couldn’t help the giggle that pulled from him when he saw both of their faces.

LoveBug has donated $2,300: Anything for the hand cam!

“LoveBug I’m literally in love with you!” Soap jumped up from his seat excitedly, laughing like a maniac as he paced around behind Ghost who, even with the mask on, looked absolutely shell-shocked. Chat was a quick-moving mess with numerous people typing out their excitement and words along the lines of “LoveBug being iconic as usual” “I knew our lord and savior LoveBug would come through” “Common LoveBug W” and several other more excitable and thirsty comments.

“I’m going to have to ban you from donating or something,” Ghost grumbled, clicking a few things on his keyboard. Within moments a small screen had popped up just below the face cam that he had, this one aimed at his hands as they moved the mouse and clicked various things on the keyboard. “I really thought that the larger donation would keep you from coming in to finish it off LoveBug. Thank you for the donation, but also I can’t believe you right now.”

Roach kicked his legs out excitedly, trying not to giggle like a madman as he collapsed backward to lay across his couch, grinning up at the screen in front of him like a lovesick teenager. The fact that he’d donated so much for the hand cam so many times that both Ghost and Soap recognized him should have embarrassed him, instead, he just found himself flushing red as that buzz under his skin grew more prevalent.

After another moment Soap returned to his seat next to Ghost on the stream, a big grin on his face. He turned to the camera and called, “LoveBug, I’m in love with you. If we ever meet I’m kissing you.” Roach didn’t think he should be responsible for the loud squeal he’d let out after he heard those words.

Roach smoothed out the sheets over the bed for what had to be the fifth time in only a few minutes. He’d made the unfortunate mistake of getting up to get ready for his stream too early and now, here he was, with another ten minutes to go and nothing to do to pass his time. He decided to do yet another check over of his mental list.

His camera was all set up already, and the TV on his back wall displayed his stream so that he could read chat easily while things were going on. It had been a recommendation from Jackson after one of the streams he’d joined. Looking at a computer screen could be difficult while everything was happening, but if it was on a large TV monitor, he’d be able to see donations, chat, and make sure his camera was still working properly all at once. He checked the angle on the camera, noting with satisfaction that, as usual, it was perfectly showing the upper half of the bed he was on.

He looked over the sheets next, making sure that the waterproof blankets he had were laid out properly. Those had been his own idea. While he didn’t sleep in his streaming room, he still had to clean up between sessions and the blankets made it so that he would only have to wash one sheet as opposed to several. He ran his hand over the blanket, giving a small sigh of satisfaction at the feel of the material on his skin.

He had a bottle of lube for the stream propped up by the pillows for easy access and a bottle of water and a towel on a little stand-off camera for him after the more active part of the stream. He’d hesitantly pulled out one of the various toys that he owned as well, though he doubted that he would actually use it. It was there just in case chat wanted it, though, knowing his viewers, he seriously doubted they would. They tended to vote for just his hands unless he had something particularly fun to offer.

He looked over himself next, giving himself a quick check over in the mirror. He’d already stripped himself of both his pants and underwear, it was just easier that way, and while he might usually choose to put on one of the various outfits he had for stream, he’d instead opted for one of the oversized shirts he owned. They did wonders for covering him just enough until he was ready for them to come off. This one in particular was from one of his merch drops and he was a sucker for the color of it.

He checked his phone again and gave another deep sigh. Still eight minutes until his stream would actually start. He gave a deep huff, but went ahead and settled himself on the bed against the pillows. He pulled out his phone and shot a quick text to Jackson, jokingly asking if he could start stream early. Jackson had only responded with a simple “do it, no balls.” Roach had jokingly responded that the man was about to see them, so he knew that wasn’t true.

He checked Twitter next, scrolling through various mentions and occasionally retweeting things, mostly fanart, that he was tagged in. Though he was still anxiously awaiting the time for his stream to start, he was able to at least somewhat distract himself until, finally, it was time for him to start. The buzzing under his skin grew, pulling a flush over his entire body.

He tossed his phone onto his nightstand and moved himself to sit up nicely against his pillows, his legs tucked underneath him so that the bottom of his shirt fully hid everything. He gave himself one last look over before leaning over to where his computer was set up and quickly hitting the button for his beginning animation to run through before starting his camera. He watched his tv monitor as the animation began to run through, his chat already running past at an ever-quickening pace. By the time his camera finally turned on and he was finally live, he had a grin on his face.

His chat during these streams certainly wasn’t as big as his regular chat, after all, there was no way he was going to have as many people paying to watch a stream of him fucking himself, but his viewers here made up for it with their excitement and constant flow of compliments. It hadn’t been until after his first stream that he fully realized that he might have a thing for praise. Jackson had helped him realize that he also probably had a thing for degradation as well.

“Hey guys!” he started quickly, his voice chirpy as he smiled at the camera, “Man you guys have no idea how much I’ve been waiting for this stream.” He chuckled, his eyes scanning over the various greetings and responses he was getting in chat. His eyes caught sight of Jackson adding quick moderation messages or taking negative messages out before he could even have a chance to read the first word. His friend was unbelievably quick. “Okay so,” he leaned forward with a grin, “I have something laid out but,” he let one of his hands grip the edge of his shirt, pulling it up just slightly as he pretended to be a bit nervous. As he expected, his chat started going crazy.

He bit his lip and looked away from the camera, feeling himself flush red. He tucked his hands between his knees before speaking, “Well, I was thinking I might just use my hands today.” He squirmed in his place, feeling himself go hot all over as his chat responded excitedly, donations calling for him to use his hands and making requests of what exactly they wanted him to do with his hands rolling through. “But I don’t want to disappoint you guys,” he let a little bit of his accent shine through, knowing how often the slight Southern twang to his voice drove chat wild. Something about “innocent southern twinks.” Though he definitely didn’t consider himself to be a twink, if that was what chat wanted to call him then he would let them.

He gave the camera a quick bat of his lashes as his hands began to run up and down his thighs, slowly exposing more and more of his skin as the fabric pressed up. “What do you guys want?” As expected, his chat responded enthusiastically in favor of him using his hands and his hands only for the stream. At their agreement, he gave the camera a beaming smile, “You guys are so good to me!” He gave a tall stretch, feeling his shirt ride up just enough for him to flash the camera, as he expected, chat was calling him a tease within only a few seconds of the action.

“What?” he tilted his head at the camera, “What did I do? I was just stretching so I’d be ready for you guys.” With that, he began sliding a hand up his thigh, carefully avoiding his dick, before sliding the hand slowly up his chest to begin playing with one of his nipples. He gave a short sigh, tilting his head back while biting at his bottom lip. It was all a part of the show, but one that he took pleasure in. Though he couldn’t see his chat, the sound of donations increasing told him that they were quite happy with the move he’d made. Like this, he was still providing a bit of a tease with the shirt covering what his hand was doing, but his chat could see his hardening cock clearly.

After several moments he brought his head forward again, his low eyes scanning over his chat as he brought his other hand under his shirt to begin playing with his other nipple. He waited patiently, giving only slightly dramatized gasps as he touched himself. He knew if he waited long enough, if he teased long enough, someone in his chat would break. Sure enough and moments later someone had donated the $100 dollars for a request that he take the shirt off. He gave the camera a quick pout, but didn’t make them wait any longer before he slowly stripped the shirt off, leaving him naked.

He kept one of his hands flicking at his nipples, but he slowly lowered the other to press against his cock, pulling a low moan from his lips. He pulled his hand back with a quick look up at the camera before taking in a desperate breath and asking, “Can I touch myself?” He bit his lip as he flicked at his nipple again, letting his eyes close just briefly before adding in a whine, “Please?”

He held for several moments, keeping his face pleading as he gasped shamelessly for the camera with every tweak of his nipple. His chat was responding overwhelmingly positively, several donations rolling through begging for him to finally start touching himself properly. He was just as eager as his chat so, though he certainly could have drawn it out longer, he was quick to collapse back against his pile of pillows, propping himself up into a sitting position against them as he called out, “You guys are so sweet to me, so sweet.”

He grabbed the bottle of lube from the pillow next to him, quickly opening it and pouring just a bit too much into his hand for simply touching himself. He knew how wild it drove stream when he had the slick substance practically dripping from him. He was quick to hold his hand out above his cock, tilting it to the side and letting some of the substance fall down onto his length. He gave a startled groan when the still-cold substance hit his heated arousal. His hips gave a brief jerk, but he was quick to follow the substance up with a hand wrapped around himself firmly.

He tossed his head back with a whine before once again directing his attention to the camera in front of him and his chat continuously scrolling by. Slowly he started to stroke himself, tightening his grip on his cock every time he neared the base before loosening it as he reached the top. He kept his pace slow and steady, breathless moans and whines pulled from his throat at every second. Occasionally he would run his thumb over the tip of his cock, fingering his slit in a move that would have his hips jerking up and his legs shaking.

He could feel pleasure pooling in his gut, the praise from his chat only added to the sensation of his hand slowly working him to his finish. He spread his legs out further, giving the camera a good look at him as he moaned and gasped obscenely at the sensations of his hand against his cock. Eventually, he brought his hand away from his nipples and down to his cock as well. He gave himself a quick stroke with both of his hands before lowering it further to fondle at his balls and occasionally sneak lower to tease at his hole.

He was teasing his chat again, just circling the rim of himself as he jerked himself off. Occasionally he would let one of his fingers just tease into his hole, but he would be quick to arch his back and give a desperate moan afterward, raking his hand back up his thighs to play with his balls again instead. Of course, he would eventually fuck himself with his fingers, but he intended to make himself come from just a hand on his cock first. After that, he would make his chat beg for him to have another with his fingers. At least that had been the plan.

Even his best-laid plan couldn’t have prepared him for the donation that he spotted flashing across his screen with a request under it. He froze in his spot when he saw it, his hand going still on his cock as he just stared with pure shock. Even his chat seemed absolutely stunned, the feed slowing for several moments before picking up quickly again with praise for whoever had donated.

SudsNSkulls has donated $1,500: If you don’t fuck yourself with your fingers for the love of God

Then a few seconds later…

SudsNSkulls has donated $500: Sorry that came off as mean, please fuck yourself with your fingers we are desperate

Roach just stared at the screen, several different emotions crossing him at once. He’d never had someone donate so much at once on one of his streams, and certainly not back to back like that. The fact that it had been back-to-back donations told him that the large amount certainly wasn’t an accident. He’d never seen this donator before but, based on the messages, there were at least two people watching from the account. Two people who had just donated a shit ton of money. Their messages almost made him want to laugh with the nervous nature of them, but he couldn’t laugh. Not when these people had just donated 2,000 dollars to watch him fuck himself.

After a long hesitant moment with lots of messages coming through of “I think they broke him,” “He looks so confused fuck that's adorable,” and “Doubt he’ll actually listen to the request. You just wasted 2k,” he finally moved. He removed his hand from his cock, still feeling the slick of lube on his palm, and reached out to grab the bottle of lube again. He grew more confident as he moved, he could freak out over the fact that they’d just donated so much after the stream, but for now, he would make sure they got their 2k worth. If that meant skipping ahead a little, so be it.

He popped the cap on the lube and poured another decent amount onto his fingers. He tossed the bottle back to his bed before warming the substance up in his hand, he could do cold for the first part, but not this part. Once he was comfortable with the temperature and chat was starting to get impatient again, he slowly lowered his slick fingers down toward his hole, making sure that his legs were spread wide enough that the camera could see everything.

At first, he just did what he had been doing previously, rubbing his fingers along his rim teasingly, occasionally poking one finger inside of himself to tease. By the time he actually pushed a finger fully inside, he was a panting mess, his chest falling up and down rapidly from the stimulation and the precious pleasure of the earlier friction on his cock. He worked his finger in and out of himself for several moments, pressing against his tight walls carefully to loosen himself up just a bit.

The slow drag of just his one finger wasn’t enough and soon he was adding a second and working inside of himself carefully. He arched his back slightly at the feeling, moving his fingers in a scissoring motion to stretch himself out for the camera. He brought his free hand back up to his nipples, little moans escaping his mouth as pleasure shocked up his spine. Slowly he started to increase the speed with his fingers, building himself back up to that edge. He could wring multiple orgasms from himself in more than one way.

As he brought himself closer and closer to the edge, curling his fingers inside of himself, he made sure to fix his gaze on the camera. His mouth was hooked open as noises escaped him with every move. He added a third finger to himself suddenly, giving a high keen at the stretch and jerking his hips into the movement, his cock weeping between his legs. He knew himself and he knew that he was going to need stimulation to his cock before he would cum, but he drug it out, fucking himself quickly with his fingers while whining and whimpering.

He brought himself just to the edge, squirming at the too-much and not-enough pressure of his fingers. He kept himself there for several moments, his voice desperate and his chat going absolutely wild at the display. Another donation came through.

SudsNSkulls has donated $500: Do you need permission to cum sweet boy?

And Oh. Roach certainly didn’t expect the moan that was pulled from his throat at the question, but fuck, if that wasn’t doing it for him. He did so like it when others took charge and he could see his chat going wild with the question. Really it was because of his chat that he nodded along to it. It definitely wasn’t because of the arousal that had flooded his system.

That certainly wasn’t why he tossed his head back and whimpered out, “Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes! Please, please, please let me cum! Oh, fuck-”

He brought his eyes back to his chat as he continued pounding himself with his fingers, his legs spasming with every thrust of his fingers. He hadn’t really meant for another donation to come through, though he certainly should have known based on their previous donations.

SudsNSkulls has donated $500: Go on then, cum for us

Roach let out another high whine but immediately moved his hands from his nipples and down to his aching cock. It only took a few pleasurable quick strokes to himself before his hips were stuttering and pleasure was piling over him in waves. He continued stroking himself through the feeling and working his fingers inside of himself.

Even as his own cum dripped down his hand and chest, he kept working himself. He gave several loud moans as sweet overstimulation wracked his system. It was so unbelievably good, he was having a hard time paying attention to chat. He even almost missed another donation.

SudsNSkulls has donated $250: Going again? Dirty boy

He gave another long moan at those words, his face going red as he found himself nearing his end all too quickly once again. It surprised him to find himself nearing his end once again, never-ending waves of pleasure washing over him with every stroke of his cock and every thrust of his fingers inside of himself.

“Fuck,” he whined out, “Oh fuck, please, God so,” he gasped as he ran his thumb over the head of his cock, his hips jerking wildly up into the movement, “so fucking good!” He curled his fingers inside of himself, tugging and hooking himself open for only a moment so the camera could see, his fingers moved back to quickly stroking along the inside of him, forcing needy whines from him. Another donation came through.

SudsNSkulls has donated $500: Such a good boy for us, aren’t you? Cum again for us

Roach gave a loud moan and his back arched off the bed as another orgasm was ripped from his body.

Roach took several moments to come down from his high. He slowly moved his hands away from himself, giving a low whine at the empty feeling that came from pulling his fingers out of his clenching hole. He just laid on his bed for several moments, taking deep calming breaths as all of his faculties returned to him. That low buzz that had been under his skin was finally gone and now he felt bone tired. He still had a stream to do though. He started to push himself to tiredly sit up fully, ready to grab his bottle of water and the rag he’d set out for himself. Another donation came through.

SudsNSkulls has donated $300: God you’re gorgeous

Despite the fact that these two random people had just instructed him to fuck himself and cum twice, the words felt somehow intimate. Like whoever they were, they meant them. It made his face glow a bright red and he was quick to dart off camera, taking several calming breaths as he wiped himself down and put back on his shirt from earlier. He grabbed his bottle of water and gave himself an extra moment before shyly climbing back onto the bed to fix the camera with an almost embarrassed smile.

“I um,” he ran a hand over the back of his neck, “I hope that was okay for everyone.” As expected, his demure little attitude had chat losing their minds, constant praise scrolling over the screen. He slowly let himself lean back against the pillows then, taking little sips from his water bottle. Now was the part of the stream where he would just talk with his chat for a bit. He’d learned fairly quickly that sticking around to have a conversation with his chat fostered an environment where his viewers could feel closer to him. There was something he had to do first. “Um, also before I forget,” he flushed red, and this time his shy energy was real, “SudsNSkulls, thank you guys for all of the donations, though,” he tugged at his shirt nervously, “You guys certainly don’t have to donate so much. It’s only one hundred for a request and fifty for a regular message.” He tucked his knee’s up to his chest and gave a smile to the camera, “I really don’t need so much money.”

He moved to talking with his chat then, answering random questions that they gave him and telling simple stories about his day. It was as he was chatting about his plans for the next day's regular stream that another final donation came in from his new mysterious viewer.

SudsNSkulls has donated $200: What if we enjoy donating so much money to you? What if we’re trying to spoil you? If it keeps your attention on us, it’s worth it.

Roach had gone delightfully red once again.

“And that's yet another carried victory for one Paul Jackson,” Roach teased his friend, watching with a grin as the animation of their characters loading onto the plane played through.

“Fuck you!” Jackson called playfully. Roach couldn’t help but laugh when, a moment later, the game labeled his character as the “survivor” of their group. “And fuck this game too!”

“I just want to know how it's possible that you died to a guy with a starter pistol in circle four,” Logan joined in on his teasing quickly, poking fun at their mutual friend who had died a total of four times over the course of the entire match. A donation came through.

probablylikesixducks has donated $10: Jackson has a specialty guys, it’s not his fault that it happens to be dying

Roach couldn’t help but snort at the message, covering his face for several moments to laugh before reading it out to Jackson and Logan. “Hey!” Jackson called with a gasp, “Who sent that? I’m finding you and I’m blocking you on everything, I don’t care.”

“Don’t be mean to my chat, dude.”

“Me? Mean to your chat??” Jackson yelped, “I’m being actively bullied but apparently I’m the mean one?”

“Yes,” both Roach and Logan responded at the same time, sending them both into a fit of laughter as Jackson called out how much he hated them both, though they all knew it wasn’t the truth.

After finally getting control of his laughter again, Roach began to quickly look over and change his weapons specifics before clicking to launch them into another match. He turned his attention to his chat as they searched for a match, giving himself a few moments to just speak with his viewers. “Do I have a favorite operator?” Roach shrugged, “I like uh, the one with the mask is pretty cool, his voice is just…incredible. But like he’s tied with the Scottish one because the Scottish one is handsome and his voice is just as good in my opinion.” He turned back to his screen briefly with an embarrassed chuckle, “That’s why I swap between them, I can’t choose just one. If I could play both of them at once, I would.”

“If Roach could take both of them at once he would too.” Jackson started with a teasing lilt, “And I don’t mean in a fight.” Roach could feel his face heating up, but he only gave a nervous laugh at the man’s teasing words before continuing to look over chat.

missiridescent has donated $10: Okay, can we talk about the dono from yesterday's stream? Moneybags much?

“Thank you for the $10 missiridescent,” he felt himself blush red at the reminder of the mystery donator from the previous stream. They hadn’t sent anything else after the one donation that had practically made him malfunction while live. He had hardly been able to speak properly during the last part of his stream and, when he’d finally signed off and called Jackson, all his friend could do was laugh at him. Even now he could hear Jackson snickering in his ear. “Yeah, they were super generous,” he gave the camera a smile, “We get lots of one-time donators on the spicy stream though, so it’s not likely we’ll see too much more of them. I doubt they’ll stick around long enough for us to justify talking about them too much.”

“How much did they donate,” Logan asked carefully, “You know I’ve got a hot boyfriend of my own so I can’t watch my friend fuck himself like Jackson can.”

Roach gave a laugh, “Yeah, cause you’re fucking your dad’s best friend.”

“Co-worker,” Logan corrected quickly, his voice high, “And he’s like way younger than my dad, okay!”

“Not judging,” Roach held his hands up carefully, “No one’s boyfriend can be as bad as Allen’s.”

“Russian creep,” Jackson agreed quickly. “One of these days he’ll break up with him for good and we’ll never have to see the fucker again.”

Roach snorted, “Yeah, well, they’ll probably elope before that happens.” He shook his head before finally answering Logan, “In total, it was like over 4k that they donated over the course of the stream.”

Logan let out a low whistle, “They must have really liked you then.”

Roach squirmed in his seat for a moment, guilt creeping up his spine, “I guess,” he ran a hand along his desk nervously, “It just makes me nervous when people donate so much. Like, what if they can’t afford it? What if they didn’t mean to donate all of that? What if they were drunk or something?” He gave a deep sigh, tugging at his shirt as he did.

“You can’t control that stuff,” Logan commented easily, “If they fucked up, they fucked up. That’s their deal, not yours.”

“Gotta agree with Logan on this one,” Jackson spoke quickly, “That’s their thing to deal with if they did that.”

Roach looked nervously at his chat to see that most of his chat was agreeing with what his friends were saying. It still didn’t make him fully relax, but it did help him to focus as another game began in front of him. He just needed to take his mind off of what happened and get himself back on track.

“Oh shit,” Roach watched Jackson’s character go down in front of him, a sniper in another building delivering two quick shots to his friend’s character and sending him to the gulag.

“Try to win this Gulag,” Roach teased with a laugh, “Logan and I don’t have the money to bring you back right now.”

“You think I won’t- oh.”

“You lost didn’t you?”

“Maybe.”

Roach shook his head, a fond smile on his face as his character poked out of the building that he was in fairly quickly, allowing him to spot the sniper's scope. He pulled his own sniper out, preparing himself to pull a rather risky quick scope move. He was fairly good at these types of things though, and most of the time it ended with him winning.

Just as he started to move his character out, a donation came through. He glanced at it for only a moment before doing a double take, his eyes wide as he stared at the number that flashed across his chat screen. Chat was going crazy, and even as his character was easily killed on the screen in front of him, Roach felt frozen in place, his mouth dropped open in shock.

SudsNSkulls has donated $4,000: We can afford it and we definitely meant to donate that much. Here is this just to prove it. Trust us, we’ll be here from here on out.

Roach continued staring frozen at the donation, his face going bright red as his character was also easily killed in the gulag behind him. He felt like he was going to melt into his seat, heat prickling the back of his neck. Another donation came through.

SudsNSkulls has donated $500: God, you’re adorable

Roach ended his stream in a panic.

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