#reboot fanfic

[jurijurijurious]

I'm so happy with this commission of my ReBoot OC Codec that KoVee has drawn for me. 💚 Totally nailed him. Such "Hex's lil protégé" vibes. I don't make many OCs but I'm massively invested in Codec and I feel like, after many years, he's just about fully evolved in my head and reaching his final form. I just need to write his story. 🙃

[totallyhextra]

FINALLY finished my second Old Man Pearson chapt! There's so much Codemaster lore I made up that I had to cut out because it didn't fit right. Will have to wedge in somewhere else.

Bonus:

[buginateacup]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: ReBoot (Cartoon 1994) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dot Matrix/Megabyte (ReBoot) Characters: Dot Matrix (ReBoot), Megabyte (ReBoot) Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Dot is a workaholic, Megabyte is himself, flirting disguised as sarcasm disguised as insults disguised as compliments, enemies in the streets - control freak in the spreadsheets, Al's Diner is neutral ground, Rating will increase if the fic does, I cannot and will not be held responsible for what I do when faced with Tony Jay's voice Summary:

"Then we are one and the same." His eyes glowed, "I promise I at least, am much more pleasant when satiated."

"You must be starving then."

"Famished."

[miaqc1]

A cute Robin Hood style ReBoot fanfic. I didn't write this.

Bob Hood - Mecha9Viceroy74 - ReBoot (Cartoon 1994) [Archive of Our Own]

[kawaiialeisha]

I’m in Love with my Best Friend ✨

FANFIC FANART!!!

GAAAHAHAHAHHH HE’S SO STUPID AND SILLY AND STUPID. LOVER BOY

PLEAAAASE THIS MAN HAS ME ON A CHOKEHOLD.

HE IS SO ADORABLE!! LOOK AT HIM!!

✨ Reboot Wally belongs to @bloodrediscream

ALSO, THESE WORDS AND IDEAS ARE OBVIOUSLY NOT MINE

THIS FANFIC WAS MADE BY @youracebuddy!!

PLEASE GO READ THE FULL THING HERE!!! v

[sapchat]

IDK if this has been done but I went through the 3 reboots and did a timeline of events so you wouldn't have to!

Side notes: sometimes I use the first initial for who it is! also some of MW3 has timestamps. I also apologize for spelling. Also, lots of this shit happens over like 7-12 days April 6, 2019 Makarov bombs Verdansk Price, Ghost and Soap know each other at this point, have NOT met Gaz

Start of MW1 Oct 24 2019 'Al Qatal' moves gas Oct. 25 2019 Piccadilly Square Oct. 25 2019 Price meets Gaz Oct 26 19 Alex & Farah blow Barkov's bombs Same day destroy one of B's bases Oct. 27 19 Price and Gaz go to Picc Safe house Oct 28 19A&F go to Urzstan hospital for "The Wolf" Oct 28 19 P&G meet up w/ A&F for the Wolf Oct 29 19 Plan ambush for Butcher & Wolf - Hadir uses the gas, learn Hadir stole the gas Oct 29 19 PGAF Go to kill W, & get H Oct 29 19 PGAF kill the wolf, H is 2 Russia Oct 31 19 PGN go 2 Russia, Capture Kill Butcher (and traumatize a family) Nov 1 19 Hadir is handed over to Russia Nov 3 19 Take down Barkov's gas production plant & K Price meets Kate @ Tea shop makes TF 141 w/ Ghost, Soap, & Gaz END of MW1 - May 22, 2022 Soap goes side questing, turns green (idk I didn't watch the trailer (I did but I just know there's like green gas)) Start of MW2 July 15 22 Ghost Blows AlMazrah base (Honestly didn't get the point of us seeing this) Oct 28 22 GS Kill/Cap Mission for Hassan -> Find American Missiles not Hassan Oct 28 22 PG in Amsterdam for Missile info (Think they used it as an excuse to swim) Oct 29 22 Capture a cartel mem 4 info Oct 29 22 Alej. Go for cartel jumping border Oct 30 22 GSAlej go 4 Hassan safehouse They capture Hassan (picnic in the desert omg!) Oct 31 22 PG in Spain for Hassan info Kate gets caught Shepherd tries to abandon her Nov 1 22 PG meet with F to get Kate (they get her and get juicy gos on Shep) Nov 1 22 Soap goes into Casa de Sin Nombre Nov 2 22 Gulf oil rig, blows up by G&S (philip was here too) Nov 3 22 Soap & Ghost are fighting Shadow co Nov 3 22 SG go for Alej w/ Rodolfo. PG meet up Nov 3 22 141 goes for Graves Nov 4 22 Go 2 Chicago 4 Hassan & missile kill both END of MW2 - Kate (& tech. Gaz) learn about Makarov

Start of MW3 Nov 10 23 Makarov is broken out of jail 2am Nov 10 23 Farah is ambushed Konni got missiles around 6am Nov 10 23 141 go for Nuc Power Plant, P get gased 9am Makarov has been out for 6 hours Nov 11 23 They go for Missiles in Urzikistan Nov 11 23 Kate is going 4 intel on Makarov meets Yuri @ 3pm Nov 11 23 Makarov crashes plane, blames Farah and Alex go there 7:30-9:30pm meet with Kate and Nikolai in hanger Nov 12 8am Nov 12 23 they go for Milena 7pm Nov 13 23 they get Makarovs right hand man Nolan 11am Nov 14 23 They find Shepherd swimming at some point 9:30 Nov 16 23 SG stop Verdansk dam bombing Same time PG are at airsti Nov 21 23 141 go after Makarov Hacker Nov 21 23 They stop Makarov bomb, Soap gets killed. Price kills Shepherd after spreading Soap's ashes.

[ol-fl3a-bag]

I couldn’t get this out of my head

[starlightvld]

Bait & Switch, pt. 1

Part 2 >>

Based on "I wasn't in that tunnel."

Call of Duty, implied soapghost, angst with a happy ending Part 1 cw: mentions of torture, blood, violence, MWIII spoilers

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Soap turns hazy, unfocused eyes toward the screen and watches the man with his face run down the tunnels under the English Channel. The man shoots at Konni soldiers, ferocity and desperation painted over every twitch of his brows and silent shout from his lips. 

It all seems so real.

But it can't be. It's not.

He watches Price and the man with his face cut through the enemy. Watches them attempt to disarm the bomb.

Watches Marakov approach.

Their bodies jerk in succession as Makarov's bullets rip through them both. They hit the ground, and sympathetic pain throbs through Soap's shoulder. 

He shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut. Not his wound. Not him. Just a man with his face bleeding onto dirty concrete on the other side of a black and white screen.

Makarov goes after Price. The man with Soap's face rises up to stab Makarov and–

Makarov blows a hole through the man's head.

It's surreal to watch his own face go blank. To watch the life drain from wide eyes within seconds. To see the others barely pause. Only standing beside the body for a few moments before continuing on because they have a fucking job to do. No time to pause and mourn the perpetual FNG.

Except for Ghost.

Soap's vision darkens on his right side, and he blinks away the sweat or blood – could be either or both but he's too numb to care – as Ghost falls to his knees beside the body of the man with Soap's face. The CCTV cameras are too shitty to see his eyes as he gazes down at the body leaking blood across the floor, but Soap hopes.

Hopes there's real emotion there. Hopes even more that Ghost finally sees it – finally sees that the dead man whose chest he's so tenderly pressing with his hand isn't his *Johnny.*

This time the watery blur appears in both eyes, and he doesn't bother to blink it away. Because he's seen all this before, and it never changes.

The door behind him opens, but he keeps his focus on the screen. He watches his former teammates leave the body behind in their desperation to follow Makarov.

But they won't find him. Soap knows because he recognizes the footsteps behind him as easily as he once recognized Ghost's.

Ghost, who made his gait purposefully distinct to alert Soap to his presence before slipping into Soap's bed late at night and who murmured soft words in his ear, words no one would ever believe the hardened man would say out loud. But he did. He said them to Soap as he took him apart piece by piece like he would a favorite gun, slow and deliberate, before putting him back together with love and care.

A hand slides into his long, filthy hair. Soap braces for the pain, and Makarov doesn't disappoint as he yanks Soap's head back.

"Enjoying the show?"

Soap doesn't respond. He never does, though it enrages Makarov.

On the screen, soldiers fill the tunnel, taking up the space won back by the 141. They set up a perimeter around the bomb.

The dead man remains sprawled on the ground, lifeless and forgotten.

"Look how they just left you behind. Left you to be picked up and brought here to wallow in misery."

A surge of anger burns through him—

But.

No. That's not right. Soap was never in that tunnel.

He's been in this cold, dark room since the mission in Siberia, taken down by a bullet and dragged away before he could radio for help. He has no idea how long he's been here, but he's endured every kind of torture: electrocution, waterboarding, frostbite, knives, pliers, hot pokers, and more. His body is a canvas of scars and burns

Through it all, he held on to his faith with ragged, broken fingers, with bloody teeth sunk into the promise of hope, that his team would find him. That *Ghost* would find him, rescue him from this hell, and wreak havoc on their enemies.

Until Makarov showed him why no one had come for him. Why no one will ever come for him.

A knife flashes in front of his eyes, fluorescent light reflecting off silver. Soap's voice grates through the air like steel against steel.

"Who was he?"

Makarov lets go of his hair, leaving behind a dull throb of residual pain, and rounds the chair Soap is tied to, hands on his hips and a sadistic glint in his eye.

"Him? Oh, just someone who got confused about his role in this lovely little play. Perhaps the serum was a bit too effective at turning him into you, disgusting loyalty and all, hmmm?"

Serum.

Memories resurface slowly. He's had this conversation with Makarov before. A sliver of panic bleeds into his numbness.

Christ have mercy. He's fucking losing it. How long before he stops remembering? How long before he becomes a shell of himself?

Maybe it doesn't matter. After all, no one is coming for him.

When Soap doesn't say anything more, Makarov's glee sours into a frown. The blade flashes in front of his blurred vision once more before pressing against his neck.

"I admit I thought you would be easier to break. You seemed so obedient in Verdansk. You could've ended me, but instead you followed orders like a good little soldier. And here you are."

The knife digs in, but pain is a familiar friend he's learned to ignore. When Soap doesn't react, Makarov sighs.

"I suppose if you won't break on your own, it's time to get experimental."

He brings out a syringe and holds it up as if considering his next action. The liquid inside glows a sickly yellow green, and Soap's stomach churns at the thought of what new pain this torture it might bring. Because he knows Makarov's pause is just for show. There is no escape.

The gleeful grin returns as he jabs the needle into Soap's neck in the same spot he'd just cut him open. The liquid is brutally cold as it enters his blood stream, his muscles seizing from the rapid temperature change.

WIthin seconds, Soap's world tilts sideways. His eyes blur yet again. He blinks and blinks, but the room goes softer with every passing second. His muscles relax, and he slumps forward in his chair, the bonds securing his wrists behind him cutting into his skin, though he can't feel it anymore.

Makarov sounds like he's underwater when he speaks. "Good. Let us begin."

Blackness takes him.

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When Soap wakes, he's no longer in a dark, cold room. Through the broken out window of his full helmet, he sees strange buildings rising up into a swath of blue sky. Giddiness that borders on panic wells up in his chest.

He's outside. He made it outside. Did he escape? He doesn't remember.

His gaze falls, and the world stops.

He's surrounded by rivers of blood, knife in hand. His heart pounds like he's dying.

And on the ground lies a Ghost, splayed out like a sacrifice, bloodied and beaten and looking up at Soap like he's seen God.

"Johnny?"

Part 2 >>

[mitskis-lost-son]

the paladins of voltron are off on a mission, invading a galra mothership. the blade of marmora is also infiltrated. for whatever reason, keith isn't present. no one pays too much mind to it: they think he's back at the castle, with coran and allura.

lance is kidnapped/kept hostage by a galra sentry... and rescued by a member of the blade of marmora, who he grows too fond of.

the mission is over. they're back at the castle. keith is slightly late in catching up to them, a bit sweaty and rushed.

lance won't stop whining about his new galra boyfriend, a member of the blade of marmora.

pidge asks for the guy's name. lance buffs up, full of affection and pride: his name is yorak.

shiro bluescreens on the spot. keith starts to really look like he'd rather be anywhere that isn't the bridge. pidge is seeing a lot of equations all of a sudden. (somewhere along the multiverse, slav is laughing his ass off.)

in which keith has full control of his galra form and can shift between the perfectly human, paladin of the red lion, keith kogane... and the prodigy soldier of the blade of marmora, yorak, son of krolia. who just so happens to be lance's new alien crush/boyfriend.

[thetimelimit]

"Under the Skin" by @draconeye45 [PART: 1]

FANFIC: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45753052/chapters/115137904

Commission that @draconeye45 requested months ago and that I am finally able to upload. Some of the most important moments of his fanfic. Please go read it! ♥

I will upload the second part in 2 days. That gives you enough time to go take a look at the story, and then come here haha

Thank you https://www.tumblr.com/draconeye45 for trusting my work to represent something so important to you. I STILL haven't finished reading,

SO DON'T GIVE ME SPOILERS, PLEASE.

[jurijurijurious]

"The tables have turned. You're in my court now. Don't you see? The virus to who I would once always say no is now a pitiful slave who can only answer me with yes."

Couldn't *not* doodle my favourite shifty OTP now the tablet's back out. It's time to revisit that fanfic of mine.

[totallyhextra]

Before Pride month is over, I'd like to share this chapter of my ReBoot fic, told through the eye of the rollerblading binome (who Ive named Jerry). I feel like he deserved a backstory.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39411504/chapters/132308233

[mothwithpronouns]

Redesigned fun ghouls tattoos!

[miaqc1]

AndrAIa Win (108 words) by MiaQc Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ReBoot (Cartoon 1994), Mortal Kombat - All Media Types, Mortal Kombat (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: AndrAIa (ReBoot) Additional Tags: No Plot/Plotless, Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Blood and Violence, Starfish - Freeform, POV Third Person, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Female Protagonist, Wordcount: 100-500, One Shot, Game 12: Mortal Kombat 1 (2023), Not Beta Read, author is autistic, Minor Character Death, Blood, Rare Fandoms, Reused Plot, Recycled Plot Summary: AndrAIa in Mortal Kombat, the very short fanfic.

[a-spacecadet]

More clone chibis!!!

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Oh to hold them in the palms of my hands…🥺

[jurijurijurious]

falling asleep while editing and accidentally woke myself up by noting down a couple of lines of the amorphorous Dot/Megabyte fic idea that has been swimming in the back of my mind for weeks and fuck. now I’m gonna have to actually write it.