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Little something I wrote as a companion piece to this art 💕

Homecoming

He comes home a bit late.

It’s not his fault, really, it’s mostly the entire country halting to a stop whenever a speck of snow touches the ground, but he feels like a heel for coming in later than promised.

Especially with what's waiting for him.

All the lights are on but it’s quiet. John takes off his shoes by the door, leaving his duffel bag as company there for now, and then walks to the living room, carefully steps over the playmat and the numerous stuffed toys, bears and dogs and goats smiling up at him on the floor with their fur matted with an excessive amount of drool, the dog’s ear wrung into an unrecognisable state, no doubt between Rosie’s developing teeth. John smiles, a feeling of warmth expanding in his chest, and kneels down to rearrange the plushies to sit together to admire the baby gym with its dangling, sparkling fishes and starfish.

With that done he turns his gaze to the sofa and the pieces of his heart resting there.

They must have fallen asleep waiting for him. Kyle looks peaceful with Rosie tucked under his arm, held close so Rosie’s head is resting above his heartbeat. Rosie’s suckling on her pacifier, breathing steadily, and John gets a flash of a memory from a month ago, how that faint breath felt against his skin as he cradled her in his arms.

She had cried, when he’d left. He nearly had, too, and he at least held it together until he was alone. Kyle tried to calm her down, shushing her and smiling at John with a melancholic look in his eyes, telling him to just go, I’ll put her down for a nap.

John had nearly quit then and there. Had half the mind to call Ghost and tell him to take over, fuck the mission, fuck Laswell, fuck the brass, he’s going to stay with his family. He’d instead stood frozen by the door, duffel bag in hand, until Kyle had come back, Rosie still crying her tiny lungs out in the nursery.

“Didn’t I tell you to go already,” Kyle had quipped, but cupped his cheeks so sweetly, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah,” was all John could say, his eyes flitting from Kyle’s towards the nursery.

“Come back safe, and we’ll be here,” Kyle had told him firmly, and then basically pushed him out of the door.

It had been a tough deployment. Shorter than usual, due to their special circumstances, but every single hour away had felt like torture, constant worry on his mind and anxiety burning in his chest. It was like the stakes of combat he’d lived with every day for the past ten, fifteen years were suddenly stacked, he was in too deep for the first time of his life.

He’s always been careful on the field. He’s never been scared before.

But he’s here now, all in one piece, and so are Kyle and sweet little Rosie. He scoots closer so he can reach out to them. Rosie’s hair has grown – it feels silky under his fingertips, and suddenly he feels self-conscious over how rough his hands must be. Before, his hands were just tools, there to hold weapons and deliver justice with great violence, precise and strong as needed be. He always thought he was good with his hands, but his hands hadn’t found their true calling until he’d held his baby for the first time.

He’d felt truly foolish, then. All that training, those cuts and calluses and scars, and for what? He should’ve kept his hands soft. But at least they were dependable. They’d never lose their grip, never let go by accident, never miss a fall. This is what they were made for.

He sweeps a knuckle over her plump cheek. Let her sleep, now that she finally has dozed off.

Kyle looks lovely as ever, though tired. John knows he’s exhausted, can hear it in his voice whenever he calls. He’s so grateful to Diana and Dotty, Kyle's mom and sister, that they come over and help whenever they can, but he can tell it’s tough on Kyle to do this alone. This time his leave is a bit longer, he got it up to three weeks, and he still has a couple weeks of paternity leave left.

Kyle will make a dutiful house husband out of him yet. John has a lot to make up for.

With a faint grunt he gets up from the floor to put his duffel bag into the bedroom.

He peeks into the empty nursery and turns off the ceiling light, watching how the glowing stars the previous tenant glued to the ceiling come to life in the darkness.

He passes the kitchen, Kyle’s mom was just here last weekend and there’s still some of her heavenly cooking in the freezer. It looks like Kyle hasn’t done the dishes – no matter, John will do that, and unpacking the bag, tomorrow. And, probably… John looks over the sofa’s backrest and squints his eyes.

Yes, laundry too. Rosie, their little drool machine, has left a damp spot on Kyle’s shirt.

John puts on the kettle and takes out two mugs, acting as quiet as he would on a stealth mission. Once he’s already pouring the hot water, he hears Kyle grunt and shift on the sofa, and then go quiet.

“John?” a careful inquiry comes from the precipice of sleep.

“I’m pouring tea,” John replies. “Be there in a moment.”

“I fell asleep,” Kyle says, as if he needs to explain himself, and John’s smile widens. He puts the kettle away and then saunters back to the sofa, where Kyle is waiting for him, the arm not occupied by Rosie stretched over his head.

“The snow slowed me down,” John says. Kyle closes and opens his eyes slowly in lieu of a nod.

“Figured. Been all over the news. Good that you got home safe.”

“Eh, the road wasn’t the dangerous part,” John says and leans over the back rest to get to him.

Kyle meets him midway. The press of his lips is always always lovely, how his mouth opens for him like an inhale, and he finally truly, truly feels like he’s back home, he’s back in his own skin and his own life, not just living on borrowed time.

He’s never felt like this before in his life. It’s terrifying. It’s addicting.

“Let me take Rosie to the nursery,” he says then.

“Don’t wake her up,” Kyle warns but holds her up by lifting the arm holding her so John can reach her. Rosie detaches from him with great reluctance, frowning deeply as John takes her in his arms and letting out a noise of protest, but she calms again the moment John presses her against his chest. She inhales deeply, then huffs, and then fists her tiny hand in John’s shirt.

Kyle looks up at them with a grin. John feels like his knees are about to give in. Incredible how Rosie can stay asleep with his heart thundering beneath her ear like this.

“See,” Kyle says, “she remembers her Da just fine.”

If John wasn’t busy holding the love of his life in his arms, praying not to wake her up while he puts her to bed, he’d kiss Kyle senseless. Alas, he cannot, but he can be patient. He’s been nothing but patient for a month.

“You wait right there,” he tells Kyle.

“Bring me a clean shirt while you’re up.”

“Are you hearing this, Rosie?” John chuckles, already on his way towards the nursery. “Your dad’s making me work already.”

“I’ll show you work.”

It’s good to be home.

I may have started an entirely new AU with @narcissosbythepool in which Gaz and Price have a kid together oops

Anyway, they fell asleep while waiting for Price to come home 😴

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Maybe I’ll see if I can draw the whole gang with some downtime activities.

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Gift art of Gaz and his daughter Rosie for @imrowanartist and @narcissosbythepool 's fic!!!

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More Rosie AU!

Nikolai meets baby Rosie for the first time, meanwhile Price and Gaz have a mushy post-mission reunion. Companion fic to @imrowanartist's art, which you can find here!

Tags: established pricegaz, fluff, humor

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“How long, Nik?”

“Sit still, old friend,” Nikolai says with a tight smile, “or I will toss you out of the helicopter. Understood?”

John grumbles something rude under his breath. Lucky for him, the engine’s noise is too loud for Nikolai to hear his words. Ghost’s snarky laughter filters through either way.

They’re almost at Credenhill, so close in fact, that Nik can see the tarmac in the distance, but he’s not going to tell this tidbit of information to John yet.

It’s been a long mission.

Once he begins landing, Nikolai notices something.

“Captain,” he laughs, “you have a guest.”

“Is that so?” John sounds pleased.

“Yes— oh, two guests.”

In the distance, Nikolai can barely make out Gaz and the little bundle in his arms that must be a baby. Nikolai hopes Gaz brought some hearing protectors, and looking again, it does seem like Rosie is sporting familiar yellow earmuffs. 

The second they land, John strips out of his gear, divesting himself of his helmet and the tac vest as fast as possible so that he’s just in his fatigues. He basically rips the door open, ducking to avoid the blades as he exits the vehicle in a rushed jog. Nikolai hears Ghost mutter something he can’t quite care to make out, but it makes Soap laugh.

Nikolai glances at the tarmac just to see that John’s light jog has turned into a run and Gaz bursts into laughter as well – so that’s what gets you running, Nik thinks and chuckles at the sight. Baby Rosanna looks slightly lopsided in Gaz’s arms, perhaps still asleep – an impressive feat considering how loud the tarmac is and how hard Gaz is laughing at her Da. When John finally slows down to a walk so he doesn’t barrel into his partner and child and knock them over, Nikolai stops paying attention. He lets the engine cool down before disengaging the clutch, the rotors slowly winding down before he finally shuts down the engine. He does the last checks, checks the instrument panel, and when everything seems to be in order he joins the rest of the team on the tarmac. Ghost and Soap have already reached John and Gaz, Soap saying hello to Rosie, who’s now blinking herself awake as Gaz transfers her for John to hold. Ghost ruffles Kyle’s hair as he passes, dodging a revenge swat at his hand. 

Soap finally leaves with a comment that Nikolai cannot hear but which makes John roll his eyes, and then he gets the front row seat to the nauseating display of John reuniting with his family. Rosie blinks at her Da and John speaks to her softly, raising her in his arms to press a kiss on her forehead. The baby goes cross-eyed staring at him and Gaz laughs at her confused expression as John swipes his daughter’s nose with the tip of his finger, looking every bit the part of a devoted father. Then he turns his attention to his beau and they stare at each other with matching giddy grins. Gaz’s arm lands on John’s, and then John dips in and they fall into a deep but gentle kiss.

Nikolai shakes his head. John was whiny the entire mission, staring at his phone and sighing like a forlorn maiden, and it was only through the last dredges of goodwill and empathy that Nikolai didn’t just leave him behind. But, he has to admit, it is cute to finally see them like this, as a happy little family – all out in the open this time. John was so miserable, before. Years he pined away without realising, and when he finally did realise his feelings for the Sergeant, he punished himself for it like a repentant monk. Even after they got together, it seemed like John operated under the notion that they were constantly on borrowed time and it could run out at any time.

Nikolai doesn’t blame him. Time does run out sometimes, and they are both familiar with the kind of loss and heartbreak that comes with fate deciding that time is up, going home empty-handed. Nikolai had watched heartbreak and grief etch itself into John’s features, afraid that the stain of betrayal would forever be imprinted on his bruised heart. It was an ugly thing, cultivated through good intentions and the staunch belief that it was somehow deserved, that it was atonement for whatever crime John had committed. But even then, fate was not done with him.

Sometimes, solar material hovering in the sun's atmosphere erupts into space – a whip-like lash of magnetic energy, travelling at frightening speeds in the cold of space. To Earth, it shows up as colourful flashes of aurora borealis. 

Gaz came into their lives like one such cosmic event. 

Nikolai remembers how he used to watch the two, their heads pressed together over plans and shared stories. How the waning light would colour Gaz’ brown skin golden. Nikolai gets it – if he was blessed by the presence of such a sun god in his life, he would certainly fall too. Who could blame anyone for wanting a closer glimpse, even if it burned? And John had looked at Gaz like he was spun from that golden hour. 

It was very embarrassing to watch, at the time.

Not much less embarrassing than it is now.

“Make way,” Nikolai announces himself and the two startle, separating like teenagers caught making out. “The reason your baby exists is here and I demand to see her.”

Gaz chokes on a laugh, wiping his mouth, but he makes way for Nikolai and John turns so that Rosie is better visible for him.

She is a cute one, Nikolai will admit. She’s a couple of months old now, Nikolai can’t really tell the exact age with babies this small, and she’s blinking up at him with her huge, brown eyes. He can see the resemblance to her parents immediately, as if there was ever any doubt, and he takes a moment to be privately satisfied with himself. John may not admit it (and they’ve argued over this), but Nikolai is the reason this little miracle is here. Had he not talked to John, they might still be stupid and miserable about this whole thing. 

“Can I?” he asks, and ignores how his throat feels a little thick. John gives him an amused look but is wise and keeps his damn mouth shut, then hands Rosanna over to Nikolai. He takes her in his arms, supporting her head before John can even say a word, and then a smile breaks on his face, unbridled.

“Hello, Rosichka,” he tells her in Russian. He vaguely notes John glancing at Gaz, who just grins. “You’re lucky you got your looks from Gaz.”

The grin drops a smidge.

“That was my name.”

“It was,” Nikolai refuses to translate. Rosie simply blinks at him. 

Yeah, damn cute. Nikolai can excuse the running.

“Are you going to give her back?” John asks. Rosie slowly stretches her hand out and grabs the edge of Nikolai’s flight suit, squeezing the zipper for dear life.

“No,” Nikolai says. “You can be disgusting with Gaz now, I’ve got her.”

“Disgusting—” John sputters. Gaz laughs again, cupping John’s cheeks and pulling him into another kiss, this time noisy and theatrical. Nikolai manoeuvres past them with Rosie in his arms and walks towards the base where Soap and Ghost disappeared ages ago.

It’s about time he finally gets to know little Rosichka.

END

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Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

I got tagged by the wonderful @imrowanartist and @cacodaemonia 💜

Watch Obi-Wan go through the seven stages over his skincare routine. Don’t worry, Obes, that alive looking gentleman in the background has had weirder crushes he won’t admit to. You still have a chance. 🫶

STILL NIGHT 1, FOLKS

In Cody’s humble opinion, he spends too much time staring at the ceiling of his apartment.

There’s a louder than usual-for-the-past-two-hours thump coming from his office/guest bedroom/storage.

The living room ceiling could use a new coat of paint.

“Arm?” Wolffe yells from Cody’s bedroom.

He should do some dusting first.

Gurgling.

He definitely should dust first. He can’t even remember the last time he dusted the tops of his bookcases.

“Leg,” comes the guttural reply eventually.

He really should take a day off and deep clean, Cody thinks, fingers clenching in the blanket he keeps on the couch for when he needs to hide from the world for just a minute.

“…h…elp?”

“Coming!” Wolffe sounds far too gleeful. All the highly unprofessional comments about his patient looking— “So gross!”

That.

“Cody, get your ass in here and hold the leg in place.”

Wolffe genuinely cares about people’s wellbeing, Cody can attest to that. But somehow his brain to mouth filter got turned off while growing up. Maybe Cody had dropped him one too many times. They’re not that many years apart in age. Cody had been a kid as well when he accepted the role their father inadvertently pushed him into.

“Lower your goddamn voice,” he yells back, “before I get complaints from the neighbors.” He throws the blanket off himself and rolls to his feet to help caring for the zombie in his guest bedroom.

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in which a captain is finally captured by a siren...

I recently commissioned my dear friend, @imrowanartist to create a wonderful piece to really capture this moment in my Pirate/COD AU. Rowan did *such* a wonderful job I was completely awestruck by the final image. Absolutely breathtaking and beautiful.

So, without further adieu, here is an excerpt from my upcoming long-fic, Half a Creature from the Sea.

Stormy blue eyes find brown with flecks of gold and Price is not sure if it is desire or desperation fueling his veins. His heart is already threatening to burst out of his chest. He can feel the hard pounding of it against his ribs. It aches and burns in such a way he's half-tempted to cut it from his chest and present it at Kyle's feet as a sacrifice. 

Perhaps that would satisfy him long enough where these feelings, these desires, would finally leave him. 

How one man, a siren, managed to seduce him in just a few short weeks baffles him. He’s not entirely sure when it changed. When the lines blurred and he found himself wanting Kyle in a way he doesn’t deserve. But now, even as his eyes search for answers in Kyle’s golden eyes, he finds none. In fact, there are no answers to his question. He supposes that it just happened. 

His arm starts to give way, and he no longer has the strength to maintain his composure. He’s lost this battle.

The siren has him. Kyle has him. 

And like a shark smelling blood in the water, Kyle strikes, surging forward and crashing their lips together in a messy tangle of teeth and tongues, and John finds himself sinking under the waves and into the abyss.

He responds to the aggressive nature of the kiss with a quick nip of teeth on Kyle’s bottom lip. Kyle’s answering gasp adds more fuel to the growing fire between them. The air is already thick with tension and now it threatens to crack. He licks into Kyle’s mouth, tasting every inch he’s allowed until his lungs object. He ends the first of many kisses and drops his mouth to Kyle’s exposed collarbone, panting and aching for air. 

"Christ, Kyle," he rasps. He noses at Kyle's collarbone, inhaling the young man's scent again, committing it to memory. "I’m not going to be gentle with you." 

His hands, wrought with so much sin, grip Kyle’s hips, tight like a vice. He presses closer, unable to let the other man go. A hand rests at the back of his neck, steadying, grounding. It squeezes once and he almost sinks to his knees. He takes a breath to right himself. "I’m not–" He hesitates again. Words fail him. He forces himself to look at Kyle despite the gnawing feeling of guilt that curls inside his stomach. 

"I’m not a good man, Kyle," is what he manages to choke out. 

Kyle nods, so easily and accepting. He shouldn't want him, not with all the red in his ledger. "I know." 

"I’m a killer too."

"I’ve seen you in action, Captain. Quite attractive." 

John licks his lips in an effort to hide the smile that threatens to spread. "You deserve a better man than me." 

Kyle’s long fingers drift to grasp him by the chin and holds him steady, forcing him to really look at him. "Let me be the judge of that, John." 

For a moment, John is unsure if he heard Kyle correctly. In just a few simple words, Kyle has laid his heart out. Baring his intentions, his desires. He is unfazed by the killer standing in his boots. 

He knows what he is. He has always known. 

Ferocious. Ruthless. Dangerous. 

He should be soft with Kyle. Gentle. Kind. Kyle deserves that and more. He deserves a better man, but it is clear that the man wants none of that. He’s not afraid of sharp claws and teeth. John briefly forgets that Kyle is a siren too. A creature of legend, and one with a reputation just as deadly as his own. 

A thought looms in the darkest parts of his mind as he draws his eyes to Kyle’s unblemished neck where the faint lines of his gills grace his skin. The marks he is going to leave on this man will be a symbol of his prize. His victory. They will not become a bad memory. He refuses to let that happen. 

John surges forward, capturing Kyle’s lips again, mirroring their first kiss. He crowds the younger man into the door, pinning him there. Teeth clashing, tongues wrestling, and hands seeking out skin. One hand abandons Kyle’s hip, opting to grasp at the back of his neck while the other slides under his loose shirt, grazing against skin. His fingers dig into the meat of Kyle’s neck, just shy of that pressure point he knows will have the other man on his knees for him. Kyle’s hand slips from his chin to fumble at his neck. Those long fingers he’s fantasized about for far too long curl around his neck while the other is clutching his shirt sleeve. 

"Alright there, Gaz?" John asks against Kyle’s lips. He draws back to provide Kyle a reprieve and take in the bewildered and wild look in the siren’s gold eyes. 

Kyle nods, lips swollen from the kisses and bites. "Yeah. I can handle myself. Don’t worry about me, sir." 

John shakes his head briefly before leaning back in and kissing Kyle again, softer this time. "I think you can drop the ‘sir’, now." 

"And I-" Kyle punctuates with another kiss of his own. "Think you like it."

(tbc...)

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Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like).

Thanks for the tag @cacodaemonia I have not been writing much mainly because I've been reading so much Call of Duty MW2 Soap/Ghost fic. (and I'm not sorry, there are some wickedly amazingly talented writers in that fandom, holy shit!)

Anyway... here is another line from upcoming chapters of my codywan "And I'll Follow the Light in You"

Fox and Obi-Wan meet: (Fox) “You’re older than I thought you’d be,” he remarks. Obi-Wan raises his chin a little, smirking. “Well, you’re rather gray for a 14 year old yourself, Commander.” Fox’s eyes narrow for a moment, then the corner of his mouth lifts slightly. “I like him, Codes. He’ll do.”

Yes it's more than one line, no I don't care.

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Mine is a bit silly cuz I’m literally drawing right now but, uh, my last line:

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