#punishing gray raven angst

[maomango-doodle]

Dumping all my old Strike Hawk art here

These 3 pages are titled "Lost and Found". It's not rly related to any particular event in the story (it's just the aftermath of a mission here) But i'd probably situate it after chapter 8 with the whole Camu ordeal. I wanted to show how Kamui has found people that accept him and care for him while Camu is left behind, living through Kamui

[eld-creative]

Siren's heart

[unhappy-last-resort]

Angst Lee drabble

Fandom: PGR (Punishing: Gray Raven)

Warnings: Angst, you died and he's mourning, slight obsessiveness?

A/N: Punishment for @yandere-yearnings . Dice will be next if you're not careful. Also I didn't sleep at all, so there's probably a lot of weird grammar mistakes

Post the surgery, he had no intentions of living beyond the obligation to look after his brother and ensure his safety. Humans were a loathsome species and he had become no different.

At the very least, his newfound bolts and wires could serve as a comfort. A shield to guard against the flesh and all it's maliciousness. Something to separate him from his blood-soaked hands.

That's more or less how he expected things to go, but then- as you tend to do- you ruined that. You were the one human who had made it through this world not yet tainted with hatred, or greed. A dove left alone amongst a roost of hawks and vultures.

You didn't belong in the battlefield, and he spent many times trying to convince you of that, but you never listened. For once, his past was something he was grateful for, because at least he knew how to protect you now and at least he had a body capable of withstanding far more than he could before.

He was free to push himself as much as he needed to protect you, to keep you safe, whole, and his.

That was what he hoped. What he was determined to do whenever he caught himself daydreaming of boring days and quiet evenings spent together.

That's how your story should've ended.

Instead, it ended with your bittersweet tears and silent farewells as he watched your demise approach too slowly to bear, yet too quickly to stop. It ended with your gasps of pain followed by a scream he can't forget. It ended with him reflected in your hollow pupils.

All he had were a few of your belongings and memories he recounted through the pictures of you on his wall. The times you spent together, the times you were with friends, the times you smiled, the times you cried, the times you tried to hide pieces of yourself from him. You never knew just how much attention he paid to you in your every waking moment, how quickly he memorized the sound of your footsteps, or how many sighing breaths it took for you to sleep.

At first, he was glad you didn't know, but now he wished you did. If only so you knew how empty you would leave him when you're gone. If only so you'd know how severely he retreated into the shell you first found him in, but now even more distant- enough that no one else would ever be able to penetrate the wall he made for himself and you.

Every day, every hour, every second he spent craning his senses to find a you that no longer lived. He still found himself by your desk, turning up the sensitivity of his hearing modules at the same time everyday right around when you would appear, he still fixed the commandants equipment like it was you instead of someone else, he still found himself wondering when you'd come in all bleary eyed from paperwork- looking for something to wake you up before he'd convince you to sleep.

Life felt full when you were around and he finally had something within his reach to care for.

Life was good when you were here. He's sorry he didn't recognize that sooner.

He hopes you'll forgive him.

[breadanpan]

Thoughts raghg

What do you think about Kamui breaking down?

(The recent CN patch made me think this.)

Not even the Koya breakdown situation..like, he lost all hope typa breakdown. He still smiles and is the fun loving gamer everyone knows, but the hope in his eyes is gone.

"Teach me how to love this world, Kamui."

Camu says, and yet he finds it hard to love it anymore. One day he just tells Camu he's having a hard time doing that and apologizes if he can't fulfill that one thing Camu wants.

"You're right, the world is crap like you said."

And then their roles switch. Camu finds a way to bring back that hope, to bring that smile Kamui always wears cause Kamui without his smile is not Kamui.

I wanna yap but my thoughts are jumbled and i dont know how to make them coherent other than saying or keyboard smashing "I LOVE THEM RRAGGHH2BISENDKE"

[mionie]

Follow

"Lee, do you think I'll get to have a vacation?"

"Commandant still has pending paperwork on their desk." The calculative construct said, gazing into the ruins of the city. The air was dry and pungent of the smell of rust and corpses. Mosses growing on the surfaces of the abandoned buildings looked dull and gray from the dark clouds blanketing above them. The Commandant snickered at the straight reply of Lee before letting out a deep sigh and falling into a contemplative silence.

"Lee..."

"Commandant, please refrain from talking. We're on a mission."

The Commandant laughed with mirth, easing the guard of Lee, "Come on! Just humor me for a moment, okay?"

"... Fine."

"Lee."

"What is it, Commandant?"

"I'm worried about my pension..."

"Commandant, please stop talking now."

"I'm serious!" They giggled, "I am worried about it! I assumed it would be quite big, and I think they'll take some of it."

"I doubt it. You gave Babylonia your best services and are humanity's hope."

"... Haha, maybe."

The surroundings were peaceful again, with the wind carrying the sounds of mournful spirits and the anguish of the living. Lee's Inver Device rang, but he chose to ignore it, giving his undivided attention to his Commandant.

"Lee," Commandant called once more.

"Yes, Commandant."

"Let's go, they're calling us now."

"Understood." Lee stepped forward, walking into the Red Tide where the Commandant was.

[luminique]

watanabe thoughts but it’s always doomed. you’re human but he’s a construct. he can stay forever 26 but he has to watch you age, wrinkles developing on your face, your skin being not as youthful as it used to be.

but he loves you like you’ve never changed. he tells you of his time in the military because you’ve seemed to begin to forget. he tells you of what the gray ravens are doing, what strike hawk have been up to, where nanami has been causing havoc for the forsaken. all to see you smile, laugh at the stories, cry for him, anything that could remind him that despite the years that have passed, you’re still you.

he cooks the food that you love, making it long after you pass. it’s a memory of you, the way you’d tell him that he’s the best cook as you’re eating spoonful after spoonful. he used to lie awake at night, imagining your passing. now he understands that it’s beautiful, he no longer fears death like he used to. he feared losing you but that pushed him forward. that artificial heart in his body continues to beat for you, in memory of you.

[icewitcher]

Tfw you return in game during Alisa: Echo's patch, hears about new Watanabe and new Qu thanks to Gray Raven Radio, decides to pull for new fire tank because you love one (1) blonde and it's your fave, checks the S Rank characters lineup for end of 2024/first half of 2025 in GLB server along with new gacha sfx coatings which already makes you cry as a F2P only to have PGR Team announces two months later they'll make the other servers catch up with CN to have synchronized patches and servers which has both his pros and cons for players and you finally decided to draw a shitty doodle to encompass your mood bc of said lineup which is also an excuse to draw your skk oc.

[punishing-eden]

Ok ok so ….. Lee ((any frame)) with a commandant who has caught the punishing virus, entirely up to you if you wanna go full angst or a happy ending. If it makes you uncomfortable I totally understand and feel free to ignore.

The Price to Pay...

Lee (Entropy) x Commandant/reader

Summary:

Cradling in his arms, you can see the stats of his M.I.N.D in your mind beacon. The numbers were overloading. Lee vows to seek revenge on the betrayal by his fellow comrades.

Tags: request, one-shot, canon-divergent, major character death, I do not have Entropy, angst, Lee's Villain origin story?

'High Virus Concentration. Please leave the premise immediately.'

Flashing in red, the warning system from your combat suit began to activate a system shut down. Your heart raced, anxious about your current situation at hand.

It's was not looking optimistic. As seconds pass by, the air around you became increasingly difficult to breathe. Yet, you didn’t say anything about your growing discomfort.

"The exit is just right there," Lee spoke with urgency, "Commandant, you need to get out of here now!"

A set of footsteps behind both of you grew louder.

"Target in sight..." the corrupted construct spoke, her bionic voice sounded different, as if something has taken over her consciousness; speaking for her behalf. Staggering her way towards you, her body struggles to keep itself coordinated.

"Shoot," Lee cursed, "She found us."

Unable to keep the discomfort at bay, you coughed, “Lee…”

The system began to shut down, an effort to prevent cross infection between commandant and construct.

'Punishing Virus detected, M. I. N. D connection will shut down in 30 seconds'

"Commandant, go! I'll buy you some time." Lee said, grabbing you by the harness, he shoved you toward the ruin exit. Turning his attention back to the enemy, he spat, "Didn't know you were infected this whole time."

He point his gun at her, taking aim at her head. The infected construct let out laugh, although it sounded melancholic.

She let out a manic shierk, holding on to her head trying stabilised herself. She fought her infected mind; wanting to destroy both you and Lee, yet her programming hindered her urges.

Your coughing got worst. You started to taste blood being coughed up to your tongue. As you approached the exit a sudden sharp pain shot through your insides and you collapse on the the ground.

In the back of your mind you knew, the symptoms were starting to become apparent. The virus was beginning to attack your immune system. Your cells began to break down and it's in a matter of minutes before your organs fails you.

The next best course of action was to inject yourself with a dosage of Serum. Hoping, it could delay the affect of the virus before it's too late.

At the same time, the enemy had regain her thoughts. Her movements became less incoherent. Eye glowing in red, she looked at Lee with malice. The virus has triumphed. Instantly, the construct took out her weapon and charged forward. Lee calculated her movements before he charged, jumping up to use her head as a leverage; to kick himself up in mid air and launch a series of gunshots.

The corrupted construct stumbled back but was quickly able to refocus on her target, this time it was you. Kicking herself off the ground, she gathered momentum and charge straight towards you.

Lee had caught on to her plan of action and immediately ran towards you. He was able to stand in the way, taking the blade to the side of his torso.

The impact let out a strong force, knocking you back against the wall. The bottle of Serum was knocked out of your hand.

Lee gritted his teeth as he held on to the blade. The enemy pulled but Entropy didn't let go. Vital fluids leak out of his body, coughing it up, he asked, "Were there anymore constructs infected like you?"

She didn't reply, but looked at Lee in the eye as her body shoke from instability. Not taking silence as an answer, Lee place his gun against her head and pulled the trigger. The light in the construct's eyes faded and fell lifeless on the ruin grounds.

It was over, Lee had thought. He didn’t bother pulling the blade out, keeping it in to prevent his vital fluid leaking everywhere.

Hurrily, Entropy rushed to your side. It was only now he noticed you have disconnected from his M. I. N. D.

"Commandant!" he cried.

Pushing yourself up right, you coughed violently. Blood spilled from your lips.

"Reconnecting M. I. N. D beacon," Lee commanded.

'Beacon Access denied.'

"tsk," he clicked his tongue. He knew what was happening. It was the first time you saw him panic.

"Lee..." you gasped. Your eyes watered as your nose bleed. It was painful to breathe.

"Serum! Where's the Serum?!" he's voice became frantic. Grabbing your pack you had on, his hand rummaged through the bag hoping to find a number of vitals inside.

His fingers touched something wet. Taking the pack, he poured the contents out, broke vitals fell out and the Serum leaked everywhere.

He was in disbelief. Lips quivered, struggling to find words, Lee bit his lips and took another pack that your were carrying in search for serums.

"Lee..." you gasped, "... Your... M. I. N..."

“Hold on, (Y/n). I will call the others!” Lee began to search for a signal. But, the service was out of range.

His worst nightmare has became a reality.

“Lee… it’s… fine……” You grabbed onto his jacket. In great effort, you put on a smile, but the pain in your eyes told the Entropy other wise.

There was no salvation for you anymore. It’s was too late.

That day has finally come for Lee to draw his gun at you.

'Punishing Virus: Detected'

Cradling your lifeless body in his arm, Lee shook as emotions coursed through his M.I.N.D. Anger, rage, guilt, were hitting him all at once.

'M. I. N. D Deviation Status: medium'

He gritted his teeth, hatred began to take sow in his M. I. N. D.

'M. I. N. D Deviation Status: high'

Who knows how many others were infected back at base camp. If only those construct had caught on to their comrade getting infected. As if, everyone in the base could be a traitor.

If only he can be a little more skeptical about them. You would have never fall victim to Punishing.

You would still be alive.

'M. I. N. D Deviation Status: Overload'

"The infected must pay..."

****

"Has anyone found Commandant?" Lucia asked. The team had been searching for your whereabouts. However the other construct team only shook their heads.

The lack of news and clues triggered everyone on edge. The outcome on everyone’s mind turned sour.

As everyone stayed silent, Liv pointed out a figure at the distance. "It's Lee!" she said.

Entropy approached the base camp, hair and clothes dishleved, he remain silent as his team mates approached him.

"Did you find anything?" Lucia asked.

It took a while for Lee to answer her back. He returned his gaze at Lucia, eyes showed distrust; Lucia didn't caught on however.

"Our dispatch time is up, Babylonia are calling us back." Lee lied. His voice felt cold.

Lucia and Liv stayed silent on that matter. A little perplexed by the news. "But what about Commandant?" Liv asked.

"I will stay, once everything is sorted out I will come back." Lee answered, "The shuttle will come soon. So get ready."

Seeing the shuttle leave earth, Lee watched as the other contruct team bid Lucia and Liv farewell. As the space craft flew further away, Lee took aim at the contruct in front of him. Without a word, he pulled the trigger.

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Author's note:

Oh boy. Evil Lee. Evil Lee.

Ngl, this was a little tough to write because I don't have Entropy. But, I could imagine him turning into an ascendant if something like this were to occur.

(C) Punishing-Eden

[shrimp-dumpling]

Made something stupid after remembering Eksval (my commandant oc) is still human and therefore cant live forever with the Gray Ravens lol

Item context:

He'll eventually die, he's still just a human. Eventually, some time later, the Gray Raven's won't have him as their commandant anymore.

He doesn't know if they think about it, he prefers they don't. He doesn't like them worrying about the inevitable, especially if its about him.

Of course, the Gray Ravens had never thought about it. Life without their commandant, someone they've bonded so closely with.

Its been a while. Tides and fights are getting desperate and busy enough to distract them from forming such thoughts.

During his rare amounts of spare time, bit by bit, he made a little toy. 3 gray ravens on a raised platform. When you touch their heads, they bob, and then go back up.

It also served as a camera of sorts, to record moments and preserve them.

It was a simple device, really. Eksval had also decided to color the gray ravens' eyes to match the Gray Raven members' main colors.

He goes to the debriefing room and attaches it on a shelf, making sure no one will steal it. He taps the head of the one with blue eyes, and as expected, it bowed.

Smiling in satisfaction that it was working properly, he leaves the room and goes off to tend to his business.

The ravens' eyes glowed in the dark. For now, there was nothing to record.

But one day, those records will be the only thing left of the commandant, a reminder of his existence to the Gray Ravens.

Item description:

A recording device made by a certain commandant. On a small, raised platform, stood three gray ravens. The ravens seems to represent the members of the Gray Ravens, though it was only evident due to the eye colors.

There was not a fourth raven though, signifying that the certain commandant who made it did not last. Or atleast, not permanently.

Engraved on the raised platform were the words "Gray Raven", as if it wasn't obvious enough that it belonged to them.

SLIGHTLY modified (as in i changed the numbers) song cuz i suddenly thought about it while making this (no eksval does not die it was all just a nightmare totally haha):

4 birds on a wire— (the gray ravens stood next to each other, contented and happy)

3 tried to fly, away, and the other— (missions took place, battles were inevitable. Due to this, the contructs had to leave and fight)

watches them close from that wire.. (the commandant watched over them, making sure nothing went wrong. It was his job to make sure they come back together.)

He says he wants to as well- (the commandant eventually joins their mission on the surface, even if it was dangerous. He tells them to not worry and that he'll be fine by their side,)

But he is a liar. (but it's not like he was the most honest man either.)

I'll believe it all— (even if the Gray Ravens were skeptical, especially Lee, they still choose to believe their commandant on his words)

There's nothing I won't understand (afterall, why would their commandant need to lie? Surely theres a reason for everything. The Gray Ravens trust their commandant.)

I'll believe it all (they trust his judgement, they believe in him.)

I won't let go of your hand (they wont let go of him, and he won't let go of them too. He'll continue guiding them, the sweet ducklings he has raised)

4 birds on a wire... (and once more, they were back together)

3 say 'come on', and the 4th said 'im tired..' (they had a mission coming up. They waited for their commandant but he didn't appear. Celia informs them that due to complications, the commandant couldn't go with them.)

The sky's overcast, (The sky hasn't been blue, not for a while now. Though they do wonder why it was cloudy, it was a little rare for it to be cloudy.)

And im sorry. (Celia couldn't tell them. No one could tell them what happened. They're so sorry.)

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4 birds of a feather, say that they're always gonna stay together (it was a promise made. An empty one that Eksval felt sorry for.)

But one's never going to let go of that wire. (he was only human. As much as he was a great commandant, he was only human. He will always just be human.)

He says that he will, (promises are made, promises are broken. Eksval was never the most honest man afterall.)

But he's just a liar. (and yet, it still hurt when he broke that promise.)

("Tell me, was it such a crime to love you?")

[wathappendbro]

I got another rarepair bruv😭

[starryficsfinishwen]

[pgr] heartbeat ⋄ hyperreal lee oneshot

hell gets lost inside this heaven we've made

I have my end of the bargain. Hyperreal Lee just corrupts me so m u c h

pair: hyperreal lee x f!commandant

contents: soft!hyperreal lee, a bit suggestive towards the end, also soft kind of angst, we're back on earth boiz, imagine the virus is gone and we live with him and the other constructs!!!, there's a small twist at the end, don't bother it~

words: 2,375

It started as a saintly devotion. One that persisted until the end of time.

A small prayer. A soft whisper. An eager longing. For a world without worries, for a world where no one suffered. Once upon a time, there was an era where the gods died and man was left defenseless in the face of death—until they learned how to rebuild their empires to fight against them just for survival.

Once upon a time, it was an era of corrupted versus humankind. But now...

Gentle sunlight would kiss your skin. The smell of dandelions and bacon would wake your mornings. You have a soft bed, a comfortable and cozy room, and the light of day.

A blissful kind of reality—one akin to devotion.

❝[Name]?❞ a dawdled out voice called out nearby. Your feet, accustomed to the softness of the floor instead of a metal one, drag along the path and you started to make your way to the other side of the door.

As you open it, a brooding figure looms over the other end. You come face to face with the dog tag hung on his chest—a proud memorabilia of your victory.

❝[Name], why are you already out of bed?❞ You trail your eyes down to see him holding a tray of your breakfast, made for two.

❝You called my name,❞ sleepily, you answered, a yawn cutting you off midway, ❝I thought you need anything.❞

❝It's okay, I was wondering if you were awake.❞ The softness laced in his voice filled your heart with an unexplainable warmth. In kindness, you reached out to touch his hand, gently pulling him to the bed.

❝Lee,❞ you giggle as he carefully held your food in his hands, ❝come on, we should eat. I'm starving!❞

His laugh mirrored your own. Sitting at the other end of the bed, he laid out what he intended to serve: two plates of a sunny side-up egg and a scrambled one, three bacon strips on each plate, a toast of bread on each side, and a glass of milk and coffee. Lee had designed it simply the way you liked it; you didn't mind though, you liked whatever he made for you.

❝This sunny-side up egg is yours,❞ he said as he placed the plate with the mentioned type of egg, ❝cooked the way you told me.❞

❝Thank you, but why does yours look good,❞ you pouted, eyeing the delicious scrambled egg on his plate, ❝I want to taste.❞

❝They're still eggs,❞ Lee chuckled, ❝there's no difference to it.❞

Childishly, you opened your mouth and formed a letter "O", never breaking eye contact from the man. He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused with your actions.

❝[Name], what are you doing?❞

❝Ah,❞ you motioned to your open mouth and to his egg, ❝Ah-ah!❞

Lee shook his head. Carefully slicing out a piece using his spoon, he guided it to your mouth. But before it reached your lips, he swerved it to the direction of his own mouth. Bewildered, you let out a gasp of surprise before covering your mouth.

❝How dare you!❞

❝You were too slow.❞

You playfully shoved his shoulder as you laughed, your own mirroring him. After a few more spoonful, he decided to let you taste his other dish.

❝Open your mouth wider, [name]. This will go to waste if you don't.❞

❝What if I don't want to?❞

His thumb was holding your lip to open them, hand supporting your jaw. Warm radiates all over your face as he continued to look into your eyes, his other hand steadily guiding the spoonful of food to your mouth.

❝Then you won't taste it.❞ He smiled before placing the spoon on your tongue.

❝You're mean,❞ you say as you bunch on the food he had given you, the warmth that bubbled earlier in your chest bubbling once again.

❝I did let you taste mine, hm?❞ Wordlessly, he reached out again to cup your chin, thumb grazing the corner of your mouth ever so gently, ❝don't be too greedy and eat slowly.❞

Your nose crinkled at the contact. A part of you refrained to bite his thumb playfully, but your heart—it was beating too fast.

Lee handed you his glass of milk, silver gloves grasping the cup. ❝do you like your food?❞

A smile graced your lips unnoticed. Taking a sip from the glass, you nodded, aware of his goodness, ❝Of course.❞

The milk was warm.

It was a sunny day.

A vase full of dandelions. A lingering scent of cinnamon. An echo of laughter among the hallways.

The house was a home full of various scents. Two people that lived lush green and brimming with wildflowers. Under the sun, they had nothing to lose. Under the sun, all they had was each other.

You yawned as you swept the last dust outside. The morning barely started but the sun was already lulling you to sleep.

❝All done?❞ Lee's voice echoed from the other room. Turning your head, he emerged with a small robot in hand—a new handiwork.

❝Mhm, are you done tinkering your new work?❞

❝Barely. I've been asking parts from Karenina since last week, but she's still not responding.❞

You walked to his direction, attention already caught by the small toy. ❝It looks cute.❞

❝I try to make it look cute. So far, it's giving me problems here and there.❞

Lightly, you trace the outline of the toy, ❝mm...who commissioned you this time?❞

Lee went silent. You dragged your fingers to the outline of his hand, the silver rim cool in your touch. ❝another from Babylonia?❞

❝...would say something like that,❞ he chuckled nervously, ❝but at the same time, no.❞

Lee may be talented in making things work, but he was bad at lying. But still, you laughed and patted his hand, ❝okay, okay, I won't pry.❞

He breathed out a sigh of relief, but was caught off guard when you reached out to squeeze his cheeks. A loud cry escaped his lips and you bolted into a run around the hallway.

❝[Name]!!❞

Your laughter resonated along the hallway.

It was a cool afternoon.

A picnic. A shady tree. An afternoon of living.

The glare of the sun was unkind, but the wind granted you both a clear sky. Under the ruffles of your sundress, the wild playfully blew, but Lee was a gentleman—he didn't look down; only held you by your waist as you walked to the spot under the tree.

❝I guess your weather forecast has been accurate.❞ You said as you laid out the blanket, ❝it's too windy today though.❞

❝I've still yet to adjust it to Earth's new ecosystem.❞ He sighed, placing the basket down, ❝but I'm glad it's accurate still.❞

❝You sound really cute when you talk about that stuff.❞

A small blush crept its way to Lee's face, ❝it's the only thing I'm good at.❞

You propped yourself to the blanket, patting the empty space beside you. Without a word, he slipped to your side. You smiled at your comrade—gently patting his cheek. ❝You're good with a lot of things, Lee.❞

❝Yeah, you think?❞

Your mind wandered for a moment, before opening your mouth to speak. ❝You make all these robots for people. They love it.❞

❝That's my specialty—❞

❝—hold on, I'm not done.❞

Reaching out to the sky, the light of the afternoon spilled through the foliage of trees. In your hand danced the sun—the very heat that kissed your palms and skin when morning comes and when the afternoon sets. ❝Lee is...when I can't hold the sun, I can hold him instead.❞

Curiously, he mimicked your actions. You hadn't realized how close you were to his body when one side of yours had been leaning to him, his other free hand holding you by the waist. Without hesitation, you let your pinky brush his thumb, the small action making you breathe out a satisfied sigh.

❝I never would have thought we could live like this on Earth.❞ You confess as a whisper, heart drumming wild in your chest.

❝Mm...yes. So did I.❞ In kind, his thumb carefully wrapped your pinky.

The sunlight never burned in your hands but his touch felt like walking through the sun's core. Oh, how heavenly did it feel when he took your hand and enclosed it with his own. Taking it to his mouth, a small kiss on top of your own. Lee never broke eye contact as he continued to place the back of your hand to his lips.

❝Would you mind,❞ he whispered in your palm as the wind passed by, ❝would you mind if we can stay like this forever?❞

You did not need to answer. Your presence was already the response. But you smiled anyway.

❝Yes, Lee.❞

For a moment, you could hear the skip in his heart if it were a speaker. You basked in that moment.

❝I will stay with you forever.❞

He was warm.

It ended with an unwavering devotion.

A loud prayer. An honest confession. A promise for a lifetime.

You are in your bed, tangled with Lee as your breaths mingled in the air, the orange hues outside indicating the setting sun. The bed creaked with your movements, but you didn't care—all you could focus was how close he held you in his arms as you sat on his lap, how his breath seemed to send your thoughts into overdrive as he kissed your face, how his incessant hands ignited anywhere he touched.

You lived in the moment, the same way he did.

❝Lee,❞ you said his name like a prayer, and he only answered in soft breaths. He was a man starved for your affection, and you could not help but succumb to him.

No words spoke as he held you tightly in his arms, seemingly afraid to let go. You touched his shoulder, expecting the metal frame, but—

❝is something wrong?❞ his voice was laced with uncertainty, lips detached from your neck.

You held your hold over his shoulder, before squeezing it.

❝Do I seem different?❞ He spoke.

You shook your head, sighing. ❝I am just thinking.❞

Everything seemed to crash all over you at once; the war, the corrupted, Babylonia, and the other constructs under your care. You felt the threat of your tears spilling from your eyes, but Lee looked back. Using his thumb, he caressed cheek.

❝You seem upset.❞ He whispered. He shifted his hold to the nape of your neck, pulling to his direction until both of your foreheads touched.

❝[Name],❞ he closed his eyes, the tremble of his voice making it harder for you to hold your tears. ❝what are you thinking?❞

Unconsciously, you cupped his cheek, before reaching out to hold the dog tag he wore all this time. You brought it to your lips, muttering something like a prayer, before leaving a kiss.

❝All this time, you fought a war for humans, for me.❞ Your other hand slipped down to where his heart was—❝does it hurt?❞

Constructs were pawns and tools of humans; they would fight for them, bleed for them, and even die for them. The brains of the ones who created the concept was extraordinary yet far too selfish—all for man to do was to survive, no matter who they stepped along the way.

You witnessed how many times your constructs would die for you, yet all you could do was watch from the sidelines. You watched Lee save you countless of times—the memory of his sacrifice to keep you alive was still fresh.

❝Why think of that, [name]?❞ He whispered, a kiss on your cheekbone, ❝of course, it once hurt. But not anymore.❞

❝You were the one who's always there for me, but I could never give back to you.❞

Contructs died the day their body was on the operation table and they rebuilt themselves as another person. You knew that. Yet the amount of times Lee—your Lee—would willingly give his life for you was uncountable.

Lee didn't speak. Instead, he held you tighter. ❝Oh, [name],❞

Wordlessly, both of his hands were now on your cheeks. Your hand that was hovered over his chest was warm—the thrumming of his heartbeat was louder than you've ever heard, that you felt it resonate all over your body; from the tip of your ears to the curl of your toes.

❝You being here is enough for me.❞ He placed a kiss to your forehead, ❝the war is over, we can live the way you wanted.❞ a kiss on your eyelids, ❝a house that is never cold like Babylonia,❞ a kiss on your cheekbone, ❝a garden full of vegetables and flowers we love,❞ a kiss to your jaw, ❝a home where we could spend all the days of your life full of love.❞

As a final answer, he kissed you—full of honesty, full of love, that your tears started to pour.

❝I devoted myself to you the day I was in your care, commandant. No matter where you go, I'd always follow.❞

He whispered once more, ❝you make me feel human.❞

❝Morial,❞ you spoke his real name, and for once, you felt him shiver in your touch. ❝how...❞

Hell got lost inside the heaven you've made.

❝Say my name, [name].❞

A swell of pride and warmth filled your chest, his lips touching yours as you called him again, ❝Morial.❞

Again and again, you called his name. He called yours, too. In a flurry of warmth under the fading light of the sun, you found yourself in his embrace.

A saintly devotion. One that presisted even until the end of time.

A loud beep rung out.

A world without corrupted, a world that was finally happy.

Another beep.

How beautiful it must be.

Beep.

M.I.N.D. deviation interferred. Simulation complete.

In the middle of a dark room. A figure sitting on a chair took off his gear.

A dog tag chain grasped in his hand. A solemn prayer lulling at the back of his head.

A Construct named Lee was there. But his commandant was not. There was a house, but it was Babylonia.

There was world left for humans at all.

It started as a saintly kind of devotion. One that persisted even until the end of time.

[morninglight07]

Angsty Roland content ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

( SAI textures honestly ↗️↗️↗️ but yeah sad man ... really sad man 😔 )

[da-shrimping-station]

i wanna reread some of the character backstories in PGR's interlude

i think they've all been unlocked in Hanying's patch? either way, i wanna reread but also, it's a fucking angst fest

full blown, no holds barred

every damn story i've read so far

the Camu + Kamui interlude combo fucked me up so bad

and now that everyone's backstories are now accessible without needing to own the unit.....

oohhhh boy

[unhappy-last-resort]

PGR Fanfic Recommendations

Just wanted to compile a little list of my favorites.

These range from 18+, to fluff, to angst, to suggestive (smut will be labeled 18+)

Knight's Longing - Sensabo

If you know my blog, this is not a surprise at all. I think I've talked about this fic like three times on here. It's gold if it were words. This is...not really angst or fluff, more of a character study if anything.

In This Moment - Sensabo

You like Noan? You like pain? Well do I have the fic for you! This is a slight canon divergence AU that takes place around CH26 / Cradle's Parade. If you know, you know.

|18+| 2023 Kinktober, Shameless - Starry

So, I did forget to mention (and was also self conscious about my writing so I lowkey didn't want to), but the Vonnegut segment is partly responsible for the existence of Forgive Me, My God. So...thank you for inadvertently enabling me?

Bloodbath - Starry

Yandere. Roland. Blood. My favorite things. Do I need to explain more? Like probably most people who are getting into the PGR fandom on tumblr, Starry's fics where one of, if not the first fanfics I read and this was absolutely the first Yandere PGR fic I read.

Am I The Only One? - Chronoshot

To be honest, these two fics by Chronos are a little special to me. Sprial of Chronos is one of my favorite patches and it's the one where I really got into PGR so it holds a special place in my heart

Luck Had Your Name - Chronoshot

This one I love a lot. The writing and use of color really emphasizes Lee's sincerity. On that note, this person is just a very good writer and you should read their stuff beyond this!

Regret - Les

a very cute little Chrome fluff fic that I read many, many moons ago but still warms my heart.

Marks & Claims - Les

A little Noctis fluff fic, one of the few that exist in English, I believe and I still remember being excited when I first saw it.

You Don't Have To Knock Next Time You Come In - Squishy

I still love this little yandere drabble from Squishy. They were the first one who really encouraged me on my blog and those asks and interactions I still hold dear to this day.

|18+| Twilight Falls (Bloodborne AU) - enupairdepartment

I, unfortunately, have yet to play Bloodborne, but I am obsessed with its aesthetic. Have you seen some of the scenery? Or the bosses? Terrifying, elegant, beautiful, and horrifying, are some of my favorite things. Hence why I had to read this AU. The ideas and potential this has definitely kept it in the back of my mind ever since I first read it.

Side Note: This author writes primarily Character X Character ships including Camu/Roland, Lee/Liv, Lee/Vera, Bianca/Watanabe so if that's something you've been looking for, consider checking them out!

Untitled Work - Shrimp Dumpling

Shrimp is one of the lovely people who participated in my PGR Writing Game, they have some lovely little fics that are honestly just a lot of fun to read.

Cherished Dreams - Eden

Do not be fooled by the author's ominous name, this is a fluff fic! With our one and only Wanshi written very beautifully.

|18+| Yandere Alpha - Rei

Look man, I have to include this okay. Ms. Lightning McQueen herself broke into my house and threatened me to do it, it's not my fault.

That's all that will be in this post, I will probably do this again at some point, but regardless I hope you found some new writers you'll enjoy. Remember to let them know that you appreciated their fics if you do!

[chronosh0t]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮...

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: male x Lee, alternative universe, hurt, hurt-comfort, angst, mature content, physical and emotional violence, psychotic. 〔 NO BETA 〕 MDNI！

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: “you just wait, when I meet you for real , I will poke you right back”... how many times? 133...thousands...?

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How could this be? How could this be remotely possible? Did he make some sort of awful mistake to be going through this? Maybe he was having a very realistic nightmare.

But, did it matter? Whether he was having a nightmare, or a bad joke, that wasn't important anymore. After enduring for who knows how long, his brain couldn't come up with a reasonable answer to this new reality. Trying countless times to find a solution, to talk through, finding a way to set himself free and reaching nowhere, giving up led the list. Why would he keep trying?

Physically and emotionally devastated, inside such a tiny room with no window at sight, the only artificial light of a pale blue colour, tied up to a hard iron chair, his skin felt extremely dry. His eyes already accustomed to the darkness would squint at the mere brightness, a sharp pain in both of his temples would force him to close them. He needed sunlight, he needed food, clean water and a warm bath.

Those daily needs that seemed so common and more like a right as a human being were now a far dream. A luxury he was not allowed to experience anymore. Why?... well, just for “poking” too much, apparently. Alone, again, in that room he would remember how everything started, cursing under his breath, but could he actually blame himself?

Poking, yes. He remembered playing a game, he remembered liking a bit too much a certain character and he ALSO remembered quickly tapping the screen because he liked that interaction the most. How this character would “joke” about being childish or how he would “pat” him, with a soft smile and gentle blue eyes.

“You just wait, when I meet you for real I'll poke you right back.”

“Every time you poke me, I will pay it back exponentially… So– you've done it a total of 133637 times. Are you ready for me to return the favour?”

Those two lines would make him giggle. It was just a game, it was just a character and it was just a cute interaction. So how come he ended up in such a situation? How can he blame himself when no one would've thought that character would be able to come out of the game and “poke” him back? However, it doesn't matter anymore, if it made sense or not. The reality was different, and the pokes were no longer a silly joke.

So, sitting on that chair, tied up. Inside that room, he would wait for Lee to come every now and then and…

……

…………

When Zenas logged into the game a month ago he found out his main character on the screen was not there. A glitch? Could be, after all, his phone's battery was at its lowest and it wouldn't be weird if the game lagged a bit. He didn't pay much attention and decided to play for a little bit before going to sleep. Totally unaware something was coming for him.

Waking up, feeling something warm playing with his hair, it took him a solid minute to realise someone else was there. Abruptly his body jolted and sat on the bed, his tired eyes were forced to quickly adjust to the morning light and focus on the person sitting on the mattress as well. A mechanical body, soft light blond hair, pretty pale blue eyes and a gentle smile, everything he was used to seeing every time he would log in. The character, Lee, was there… right in front of him.

Zenas, not sure what to do, body not moving at all and his mind was going haywire. How could that be? Was that a joke? A dream? Yeah, it must be that, a fucking dream. But the Construct talked and Lee's voice reverberated through his skin, growing deep within his heart, he lost consciousness seconds later. When Zenas woke up again, he found himself in the room he's locked in at the exact moment.

The door screeching against the wooden floor brought him back. He could feel the pain again, he felt his skin getting colder with each passing seconds, minutes, days and weeks. There were even moments when Zenas thought his pain tolerance was at his limit but Lee would do his best to refute that, awakening his senses from the slightest numb sensation. The character he thought was the sweetest of all ended up being a psychopath. How laughable.

ㅤㅤㅤ“Commandant.” Lee broke the silence, with the usual gentle voice, manipulating Zenas’ mind. “Did you miss me?”

Zenas let out a chuckle. No, it wasn't funny, at all, but that involuntary action was out of his own insanity, the amount of pain he had felt the past month after being physically tortured with different objects, his skin being ripped apart and stabbed countless time with screws and needless of all sizes, pushed his mind to limits Zenas thought he didn't have. Weirdly enough he would answer that question with a yes.

Was this what therapists would call Stockholm Syndrome?

ㅤㅤㅤ“Let's start with our daily routine, shall we?”

✂………………………………………………………………………………………………

〔 🎐 〕 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛... 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝? 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.

〔 🎐 〕 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙.

〔 🎐 〕 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍.

[mionie]

Tales

@willofutu thank you for requesting Wanshi!❤️

I had difficulty writing about him since in the lore, the only time when Strike Hawks and Gray Raven interact is through special missions... I had to compromise the setting in order for this to work.

Anyways, please enjoy!

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          “Once upon a time, there was a princess that could not dream. She didn’t know the reason. She would watch her siblings over meals telling their adventures in dreamland, excited and anxious over the events during their sleep.”

          Wanshi studied the data presented in his terminal that was sent by Babylonia the afternoon earlier. His eyes drooped and heavy as he let out a yawn. He wanted to sleep. He deserves it, he thought. He was able to guide survivors from the heavy attacks of Heterocreatures earlier with only three deaths… Sad, but commendable… but still, not enough. 

          His ears strained to the voice of a human telling a bedtime story to the children they saved.

          “The princess listened, wondering if she could ever dream. Night came, and the words of her siblings echoed in her mind. She tossed and turned but to no avail. Sleep was not coming anytime soon. She was too invested in her siblings’ stories. This continued until daylight.”

          A child, not older than seven, snuggled his bony body closer to the construct’s leg. His eyes were sunken and tired, latching onto the mechanical leg of the sniper medic. Wanshi watched as the other children slowly fell asleep. Their sleepy gaze and snores were infectious as he yawned once more.

          “This is stupid.” The boy against his leg grumbled, “Why is the princess not dreaming?”

          “Shh. Just listen.” 

          “The princess came to her parents, asking why she couldn’t dream. The queen sobbed while the king comforted his wife. She was dismissed. Her question wasn’t answered. She approached the maids and they excused themselves. She went to the guards, but they were suddenly alert. She was confused.”

          Wanshi closed his eyes as he thought about the boy’s question. Why was the princess not dreaming? What was the purpose? As a former doctor, he also studied the reason why dreams occur. Scientifically, it would be explained, but tales are tales. The reason why the princess couldn’t dream might be magical and purely nonsensical.

          “No one would answer her. Not even the royal doctor could help. But she was adamant. She wanted to know what it felt like to dream. Every day, she listens to her siblings intently, studying and coming to conclusions on how to dream. She tries every night to dream but only fails. The stories of her siblings only filled her mind all night. Then one day, she was finally able to dream. Not during sleep, but while she was awake.”

          “Weird...” Wanshi patted the complaining boy.

          The boy’s mouth was agape, eyes looking up at the eyes-closed construct, “what does that mean? ‘The end’?”

          “She was so happy. She shared this exciting event with everyone, and they were ecstatic. The dreamless princess finally dreams! From then on, she would tell her stories during meals until she couldn’t tell anymore. The end.”

          “It is what it is. It’s the end,” Wanshi picked up the boy and settled him near his friends, asleep in their bed. 

          “What?” The boy wiggled when Wanshi tucked him in, “that can’t be! Who made that stupid story?”

          “Quiet. You’ll wake up the others,” he stretched, ruffling the boy’s hair before standing up.

          The boy was clearly disappointed, the construct understood. Even he was wondering why the story ended like that.

          “That sucked… Who even made that?”

          “Sleep now.”

          “I want to meet them! I want answers!”

          Wanshi treaded carefully around the sleeping children and took the recording device, “hm, you can’t. They're busy.”

          “Why not? At least tell me what the ending means.” He pouted, rubbing his eyes and nuzzling deeper into his pillow.

          His yellow eyes fell on the half-asleep boy, his thumb stroking the device in his hand.

          “The princess was daydreaming to dream. To tell stories.”

          The boy yawned, “that doesn’t answer… the question…” He was finally asleep. Thank goodness.

          Wanshi slowly left the tent, laying down on a crate beside where the children rested. Other constructs patrol the perimeter, looking for any sign of enemies. It was a still night. 

          As he lay on the crate, he closed his eyes and replayed the story, setting the recording device near his ear and putting in a minimum volume. He listened to the voice of the Commandant, telling him the story of one of their joint missions in the past that he secretly recorded.

          I want to meet them! I want answers!

          “Sorry, kid,” he mumbled, letting out another yawn.

“They no longer tell stories.” 

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A little fun idea I incorporate in this drabble! In case you all are confused, Wanshi meant that the Commandant was like the princess.

The phrase "from then on, she would tell her stories during meals until she couldn’t tell anymore" figuratively described the Commandant. The Commandant that works for humanity until they can no longer work.

That's all! I hope you all enjoy this drabble!