#red ve blue oneshot

[writingwarden]

CAPTURED

Sarge X Medic Reader

Summary- What should've been a simple supply run became much worse.

[A/n]- SARGE! Not many fics about him out there, I am going to personally change that. Lets hear it for our favorite DILF! (Or would it be GILF?) Feedback is Always appreciated!

Tw- assault [head injury], torture [mildly graphic], death, canon typical violence [Please let me know if I missed any!!!]

It should’ve been any old supply run :Get in, grab what's on the list, get out. Simple enough right? Wrong, oh so wrong. You should’ve known when you got paired up with Sarge and his team of lieutenants that something was bound to happen. See now, you had a small crush on the eccentric Colonel and unbeknownst to you, so did he. He could never tell you because he just didn’t know how. He was only a few years older than you so why did it still feel so weird? Neither of you truly knew. 

But back to the present, you guys had reached your destination; a small abandoned town from before the war. Winter’s barren nature had overtaken it. This run had to be extra cautious because you were warned of recent pirate activity in the area. Keeping that in mind you had left to search an abandoned pharmacy. It was half way through when the sound of other vehicles pulling up were heard nearby. 

Sarge radios his team to tell them to hurry what they’re doing and get back in the vehicles. Normally he would just fight them if it came to that but you were with them and he also didn’t need any more casualties in this stupid war. Most of his team were teens for heaven's sake. When he didn’t hear you respond with the rest he opened a private channel to try and reach you. “Hey get back to the vehicles, a bunch of space pirates just popped up nearby. I told everyone to just finish what they were doing and get ready to leave. Ain’t worth the trouble.”

 “Yeah I’d love to do that but I’m pinned at the moment,” you whispered into the comms while peeking over the shelving into the aisles, “Seven pirates searching for you guys. I’m going to try and sneak past them.” Moving behind another shelf you made your way towards the emergency exit. Once you made it to the door you radioed Sarge again,“I’ve made it out, be ready for-” when you were knocked over. 

“Oh no you don’t.” sneers the pirate standing over you. Crouching down next to you he spoke, “Tell your little Colonel goodbye.” Then he brought the butt of his rifle down on your temple. The world went black.

Back in the vehicles was a panicked Sarge. He wanted to rush to you but he couldn’t risk the others and the cargo. Frustratedly he orders the group back to Armonia with nothing but you and revenge on his mind. He’d get you back no matter what.

Meanwhile, you awoke being dragged into what seemed to be a wounded tent. Using quick thinking you sent your location to the first person on your contacts, which happened to be Simmons. And then they stripped you of your armour and forced you to tend to their wounded soldiers. After you had finished with the last man they dragged you to another tent; cuffing your hands behind your back the torture began. Stabbing you with different blades, holding your head under water, or sometimes they’d just hit you with their fists. Almost everything in the boom to try and get you to talk. You weren’t even sure why they thought you would have information. But your favourite being when they had carved ‘WASTE’ into your stomach.  But you just would not break. Sure you’d scream and you had cried, but in the end you had told them nothing. Oh and how they hated that. Eventually they left you alone, loudly talking about what was for dinner and how they’d hunt down and kill the rest of your squad if you didn’t talk by tomorrow. One had asked another why they were ordered to keep you alive. That puzzled you. Was the order from the mercenaries?

After they had left you had plenty of time to think. You were too hurt to attempt an escape and you didn’t know where they put your armour. It was unlikely that a team would come for you despite your distress signal to Simmons. 

“That’s war” they would always say, “not everyone makes it back.”

Hell, they probably already had your replacement setting up. That kinda hurt but what hurt more is that you’d never see your friends again, and you’d never be able to tell the Colonel how you felt about him. If you had ever worked up the courage anyway. You’d never be able to hear his stupid rants again or be able to watch him teach the others how to shoot. Those were your favourite days, for a man of his age and with some of his more permanent wounds, he moved like he was 15 years younger. Sometimes he’d offer to teach you since you didn’t seem to be much of a fighter. Perhaps now that you look back on it you should have taken him up on those offers. Because look where not being able to defend yourself very well got you. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when you heard the sound of gunfire outside. Two pirates burst inside and grabbed you. Not caring that they were making your injuries worse, they dragged you out and you tried to make sense of what you were seeing. Simmons and Agent Carolina were barreling through pirates. You hadn’t even noticed how many there were in the camp. And then you heard it, the sound of a shotgun being racked back. Looking around for him as they continue to pull you to a car you spotted him take down a pirate in the way. 

“Sarge!” you cried out, trying to catch his attention. His helmet spinning around towards the noise. And then the pirate who had been in charge of getting information from you made the absolute worst decision of his life; He punched you. Right in the stomach in an attempt to shut you up. You cried out, the blow having reopened the word carved there, causing blood to pour out. 

Sarge was so relieved to see you were still alive. And it was his name you had called out! And then the fool had hit you and the blood began to flow out of you. There are no words to describe the rage he felt. Nothing could stop him from reaching you. He smashed through the idiots who dared try and stop him, ignoring the calls of his teammates. Upon seeing him the two dropped you and ran for the cars behind them. 

“Agent Carolina, You see those maggots running to the cars? I want those ones personally.” He didn’t wait for her response, knowing she’d do it for him. And he was right, a blur of blue speeded past him. Knowing that was taken care of he dropped to your side. Shielding you with his body. “Where did they hurt you? Talk to me please.” He pleaded with you.

All you could manage to do was pull up what was left of your undershirt, exposing what they had done. Sobs escaped you and part of you felt pathetic for crying in front of your superior.  People like you didn’t get to cry.

“Who did this to you.”

It was not a question. It was an order.

And then you heard footsteps and dragging. The freelancer had taken down the group. You heard Carolina radio for Dr. Grey to be ready, she was holding the men who had done it to you, one in each hand. You shakily pointed to the one on her right and Sarge's vision followed your finger to the culprit. 

“You hurt ‘em?” he asked while standing up. 

“No I didn't, I swear! You gotta believe me!” the man pleaded. Looking back to you, asking the silent question and you nodded. 

“Get rid of that one, this one's mine.” Looking at Carolina.  You looked away and flinched when she took her pistol. She put a round through the ones on the left skull. 

Taking the knife Simmons was already holding out for him, he planned on repaying every favour. But, he didn't want you to see, So he asked Grif and the guys who had now caught up with them to get you in something warmer and away from this place. 

They took you to a pelican where Doctor Grey had decided she was personally going to help you. She rambles on and on about how you are so strong and how it's obvious that you like the Colonel and Just confess already dammit! Grif got a laugh out of that one and if you could move he'd be very harmed. 

A few moments later he and Agent Carolina arrived back on the pelican. Sarge being uncharacteristically quiet, no quip about how he saved the day or about how all pirates are dirtbags. You kinda missed it, but it was very clear he had a lot to think about. He didn't say a word the entire ride back. When you landed they rushed you immediately into a hospital room to further assess your injuries. He never would tell you about how he paced in the visitors lounge or about how he didn't sleep until he knew for sure you were stable. 

When he finally did visit you it was alone. He sat in the chair beside your bed and took off his helmet. You could never get tired of seeing that face. If only he knew. And then it happened, he spoke.

"I am so sorry for not getting there sooner." It was quiet, soft in a way you did not know he knew how to speak. 

"It's not your fault," you said, moving to grab his hand even though the movement hurt terribly, "Nobody could've known they would ambush us. Speaking of which, are the others ok? Did they make it back?" 

He let you sit up before saying anything. "They all made it back in one piece. I- we came as fast as we could thanks to your quick thinking, that is." He looked at you and you couldn't place the emotions in his eyes. He looked so tired. You wondered when the last time he slept was. 

He looked away, like he was trying to find what to say. So you took your chance, "Listen, Sarge after what's happened I learned that I should say what I need to say  more often. That I might not know if I'll regret it or not till it's too late." You take a deep breath. Preparing yourself for what you're about to say. "I really like you. Like, romantically and this is not how I imagined any of my confessions going but, it is what it is now. And I understand if you don't want to-"

"I like you too."

"W- what? Really?" 

"I was just too much of a coward to admit it. I mean, I am a few years older than you and." He explained, like he just hadn't shattered and rebuilt your world in a sentence. Your head was spinning, trying to grasp what he just said. Instead of responding you motioned for him to lean in closer. And when he did you grabbed both sides of his face and kissed him. He froze for a minute before returning the kiss.

It was everything you dreamed of. Careful of your injuries he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. And when you had to stop for oxygen he put his forehead against yours. "I'll always be here." He said in a whisper. 

"I know" was all you could really say. And you know he meant every word. 

[writingwarden]

THIS EXACTLY! THANK YOU

Personal head canon; everyone on the Red team had a crush on Washington at some point or another.

[mimenya]

Between a broken motorcycle and Chinese leftovers

Can the day get worse after your motorcycle failed on you? Yes, once you learn how pricy the repair is. Luckily, your boyfriend is there to comfort you!

An AntinomyxPlacido human AU OneShot with sprinkles of fluff

"Fuck you I'm not paying 1500 euros for this!"

The angry adult continued to shout at the voice while chucking various Italian insults in the mix before he slammed the phone on the counter, startling the cat who was just trying to get some pets.

Wisel leaped off the counter with a hiss as she strode over to the blue-haired man who arrived just a few minutes ago.

Antinomy looked at his boyfriend with wide eyes, flinching visibly at the sound of the phone crashing against the counter.

"I am a bit scared to ask but is everything okay?" he asked carefully while picking up the cat between his legs, already hearing the purr vibrating in her body.

His boyfriend whips around to face him, his red eye seemingly glowing with fury.

"No, it´s fucking not! My goddamn bike broke down on the way home! I had to drag it like 5 kilometers to the nearest mechanic and grab a taxi home only to find out they want to charge me 1500 euros for the broken components!" Placido began to explain, examining his phone and noticing a new crack, further souring his mood, "The best part about all this is; The repair costs are not yet included!"

Placido was not a Monday person, to begin with, and considering the current situation, it was an astonishment only the phone took damage.

The young pair of lovers lived together for barely four months now. Their flat was just enough for the two plus their two cats. Money was tight, even with both maintaining jobs. Rent, food, college fees, and general life proved to be harder to handle than they foresaw at first.

It´s not like they could ask their parents for help; Antinomy´s lived quite a distance away and their contact has been rather muted for the last year. Placido´s family lived far closer. However, they proved themselves to be rather unsupportive of their troublesome son.

Carefully, Antinomy sat down Wisel who scurried off to find a comfortable sleeping spot. Walking over to his lover, he took Placido´s face in his hands. His thumbs caressed his boyfriend's cheeks while making a suggestion.

"We can always take your motorcycle to my brother and his partner. Both are incredible mechanics and can certainly fix it quickly and for a lot cheaper!"

Placiod leaned into the touch, a sigh leaving his lips as he visibly relaxed.

"I hate to ask them for assistance and you know that. It feels awful to be in their debt."

"He is my brother okay? There will be opportunities where we can help them. One hand washes the other, you know?"

Now that the mood has calmed a bit, Ant got a better look at his boyfriend. He must´ve been home for a while now, already dressed in a pink corgi oodie. The cozy clothing item went down to his knees and had a front pocket just large enough to hold Johnny, their tiger-striped cat. Placido's mess of grey hair was kept back with a simple black headband. He ditched the eyepatch over his right eye completely, feeling unbothered by Antinomy seeing his scars.

A slight blush colored Ant´s cheeks as he noticed how adorable his partner looked, quite a contradiction to his explosive personality.

He bent down and captured Placido´s lips in a tender kiss, enjoying the fuzzy warm feeling spreading through his body. Johnny purred inside the pocket, adding to the relaxing atmosphere.

"Let´s take it easy today. We still have some Chinese leftovers, so how about a movie and some cuddles?" Antinomy asked after parting.

His boyfriend eyed him for a second, considering the options before starting to smirk.

"Throw in a foot massage and I am in."

Ant couldn´t help but roll his eyes, never losing his smile.

"Fine, everything you want honey!"

His partner cringed for a second at the cutey-name calling while grabbing the leftovers out of the fridge.

The lovers spent a comfy evening, enjoying each other's company while cuddling and of course, foot massages.

//

Things happened this week including mechanical breakdowns and comfy clothes so I wrote this in the middle of the night to make myself feel a little better.

These two deserve to be happy once in a while, and they would definitely be cat dads.

Also, oodies are so damn comfortable and I am sad it´s getting too hot to wear mine.

[sin-cognito]

Okay, stupid question, top five fave fics?

This is such a difficult question!!! And not stupid at all!!! (This was supposed to be a quick answer but I don't know how to do that when it's Fic Promoting Time)

My absolute top 3 (in no particular order though because that's just impossible) has to be: Burden to bear by @yupimgross, longfic, fellcest with smut, mpreg, BDSM and plot. THE fic that got me into UT fics, fellcest and BDSM all in 1 place so it's very special to me. A friend in need turned lover indeed by @soloshikigami, oneshot, edgeberry, best edgeberry ever, smutty just like I love it. 100% perfect. To love again by @sinnyskelle, best longfic ever, fontcest fellcest and swapcest, what more do you want? Oh yeah, college AU. I used to re-read it from the beginning again each time there was a new chapter. And I started reading it when there was only like 8 chapters, so I've re-read it A LOT.

Those are the 3 I've read and re-read more times than I can count and I know if I had to choose between those and any other fic, I would always choose them. (While you're at it, I highly suggest reading all the other works by these talented authors! ♥)

As for the 2 other fics that would be in my top 5... I just can't choose only 2. Sorry. Let's have more: Sooner or later you're gonna be mine, longfic, Fell Frans (Frisk is female and aged-up), mobfell. Karmic retribution, longfic, spicykustard, KR is a real keystone fic for the fandom (or at least its fontcest side) so go read it NOW if you haven't. So much more, medium longfic fontcest, the first work I read from Mercy, oh I feel nostalgic :') Flipping the script, by @angelia-dark, medium longfic swapfellcest, THE fic that cemented the Swapfell AU for the fandom, no I don't take criticism, this fic is as much fandom history as the creation of Underswap, fite me. An unorthodox offer, by angelia-dark, medium longfic fontfest with sugar daddy. Underfell: A.D. edition, by angelia-dark, medium longfic series fellcest. Angelia Dark is the best author in the fandom, period. I swear to god go read their stuff. They also take commission I think, for like Hazbin Hotel, BNHA, etc... Of red cliffs and blue seas, by @readwithdetermination LONGFIC CHERRYBERRY, all in capslock because you don't know how rare it is to find a cherryberry longfic and I need to scream because I love it so fucking much. Lov ya, longfic spicykustard but also toxic UT fontcest, bad brother AU. This fic attacked all my weak spots and left me an emotional mess. Short King, by @absurdmageart, Swapfell purple/reader. The one I'm currently reading and commenting on so I'm very invested in it at the moment. For business or pleasure, by @askellie, medium longfic fellcest CEO AU, inspired by Eli-sing-G/Kolesjoie's art and written by one of the best writer in the fandom so of course it's perfect. the Replacement series, by @idontevenknowwhattoputhereugh, longfic series, toxic possessive swap Pap, with Blue, Sans and Red, mainly but we also see the swapfell bros, etc... Super dark, super non-con but in the best of ways, super well-written, especially the characters' psychologies. To love yourself, longfic, fontcest, fellcest, kustard, and uhhh, Red/Papyrus, another keystone fic for the fandom. But like, darker, waaaayy darker than KR. Textures, by @alicedragons, spicyhoney one shot, yes, a spicyhoney fic did make it to this list!! That says a lot about the quality of the fic! Sparks, by @drabbletale, yandere swapcest, only 2 chapters for this one, but boi do I love those 2 chapters. Burn, short multichap, all kinds of papcest, by the incredibly lovely @megalotrash, go read all of their stuff, I didn't know which one to rec so I picked this one, but seriously go read everything they've ever written it's all so good.

And there is one I can't seem to find... It was a NSFW UT fontcest one-shot probably from either 2016 or 2017 in which Papyrus and Sans attend a skele con (?) and at night Pap participates in a more adult version of the event and he gets edible paint all over his body and he's got a face cover and he gets paired up with another skeleton that really looks like his brother (wink) so he gets really turned on and they lick each other and fuck and I remember they use a popsicle to fuck, and that one-shot was soooo good but I lost it because I, being the fool that I am, decided to clean up my bookmarks so things were more organized and easier to find (HA!) and I don't remember the title because I'm worse than a goldfish. @unfoundedrobotaccusations found it, it’s Mystery flavor!!! (the funniest part is that I had it actually saved on my comp XDDD)

I also would like to list some recent ones I've found in 2020 and really liked (though I haven't been able to read and re-read them like I did the other ones I've listed):

Falling in love on paper, 3 chapters so far, Red/reader, incredible take on penpals and monsters coming to the surface, I'm very jealous I didn't come up with the idea myself. Moral compass, short multichap fic, blackcherry, I wasn't expecting it to be this good tbh. It totally got me and I love it a lot and I need to re-read it. Bet on it, by @mystery-fic-anon, oneshot, mafia Red and Sans, not really kustard since nothing happens. Expect in my imagination, in which a LOT happens. Whiskey dick, one shot kustard, best smut fic in 2020. Bad judgement call, by readwithdetermination, medium longfic, focused on Swap Pap with a hint of cherryberry in the background. Great, GREAT character writing.

T-there you go... Sorry for the long post, I know this was supposed to be a quick answer, but I couldn’t stop myself! XDD I tried to tag all the authors I could, if they’re not tagged, that means they’re either not on tumblr or I don’t know their blog, but feel free to tell me in the comments so I can tag properly! ♥

[trufflebrownies]

(Venom x Spidey is my new thing ;0) here come a oneshot! -------- Peter Parker is Spider-Man. Eddie Brock accidentally found that fact when he walked through the bar-side alley at night. Peter, the college kid he knew from working at the same place (Peter was working part-time at DB), was a mess as he tried to put on the Spider-Man uniform on his.. well, Eddie could call it well-fucked body. There was an another man’s back walking away, no doubt what was happening here. "Hey, Peter?” he called out, Peter shuddered. "E- Eddie..?” Peter dropped his jaw surprisingly, his face flushed and he didn’t know where to escape this older man. Eddie cocked his eyebrows, this kid was interesting. He chuckled, "so you sold your Spidey self, not just for pictures?” Peter shook his head, "This is a- ..cosplay!” "Let’s see...” Eddie hummed in his throat as his hands started stroking the red-blue spandex clothes on Peter’s body, making the younger nearly forgot how to breath. No.. Eddie isn’t my client, Peter thought as he let out a small hitch. Yes, everyone’s friendly neighbor was selling his body for money and keep telling that his costume was a cosplay. It’d be cool if you said that ‘I had sex with Spider-Man.’ maybe? But with Eddie it wouldn’t be that easy, guessed from his staring and smirk. "You know you’re a real Spider-Man,” Eddie whispered. "I said I’m not… get your hands off me.” "What if I pay?” The elder teasingly asked. "Eddie!” Shit, Peter was sure his face is really flushed now. "Why? You refused your mutuals? I thought you might have some clients at your college.” "....” Peter just stayed quiet because what Eddie said to him was right, he does have clients at college— Peter sighed before put his hands around the older man’s neck. He was a little tired, but with his superpowers he still could get one another hot fuck. "My condoms ran out..” "Doesn’t need it,” Eddie replied. He looked around and assumed that the next building was abandoned, "what do you think about rooftop?” He asked. "...Fine,” that was Peter’s answer. — Peter never thought that one day he might ride on Eddie’s thick cock, they were colleagues, and Peter didn’t know he would into this stuff. He moaned out loud as his sweet spot was hit. His Spidey uniform was half remained. The top on his body, and the bottom was on the rooftop floor with Eddie’s hoodie. "Fuck, fuck, ah- Eddie- harder please..” His hips still doing its duty, circling and riding Eddie’s cock perfectly. His both hands on the older man’s toned chest. His eyes rolled back with pleasure and he started to feel that his throat was going to sore. But, shit, Eddie was so good, all of his hands, his pounding, Peter couldn’t keep his mouth shut. "God, you’re tight, Peter.. Your hole clenched my cock so well.. How many times have you done this?” Eddie’s hands squeezing his ass and pulled it down to make his cock going deeper. "Fuck!” Peter whined. "Ah..I..didn’t coun- yes, Eddie! There!” Eddie smirked, saying "Oh, you’re such a slutty superhero.” and fuck Peter harder, making wet slap sounds mixing with his grunts and Peter’s loud moans. "No- Eddie please I- I’m gonna come- fuck..!” Peter shuddered as he came all over Eddie’s stomach and the guy under was still fucking him through his orgasm. He panted hard, closing his eyes for a while before his spider-sense was beeping in with the strange touch. He opened his eyes and his jaw dropped again with the thing in front of him. "Holy shit!-” Some weird black living thing was growing up on Eddie’s face and then swallowed him. Peter shivered at the feeling that the thing inside his ass was so much bigger and longer that it lifted him up a little because he couldn’t take it all, caused him to cockily pain. Fuck, he swore that it was moving itself. "Ve- Venom?!!” "Hello, Spider,” Venom replied with harsh voice. Peter blushed, opening his mouth long enough to drop saliva on the symbiote’s body. "I saw you and Eddie having a good time then..” "What are you gonna d— hey!” So, Eddie is Venom?! He was only on that point before Venom made a move. They pulled Peter out of their hot cock, spinning him around, so now Peter was facing the thick, long shaft that he couldn’t believe it was inside him seconds ago. He blushed again with that thought, before using his both hands wrap around it and put it in his mouth— God, this was hot, Peter easily went hard again even though he just came twice tonight. "Ah! f-fuck..” Peter moaned. God, the hot, wet thing on his hole was definitely Venom’s tongue! But it does feel good. so. fucking. good. The college boy rolled his eyes back as his tongue started lapping around Venom’s shaft, licking all it length. In addiction, Venom was made his mind blank with that long tongue swirling inside. His prostate, his sweet spot, Venom’s tongue brushed it roughly and Peter couldn’t keep himself quiet. From what Eddie did, Venom knew all the spots that the spider on their body likes. Some symbiotes moved around Peter’s leaking cock, giving him some firm strokes. "Hmm,” Venom grunted. Enjoying his rival’s sweet moans as Peter had gone wild, losing all his control and flowing with lust. "Fuck, fuck, Venom, please, go- uh, -deeper, ah!” Peter begged, his nails digging into Venom’s thighs with feelings. He knew he was too loud even for a night it NY, Peter decided to suck the symbiote’s shaft again to keep himself quiet, even suck it at the tip roughly. He had tried to deep throat it, but end at choking. Fuck, too long! "Nice try, Spider, do it again.” Venom chuckled in their throat, both hands grabbed on Peter’s ass cheeks and split it wider so their tongue could go deeper. They watched Peter trying to do the deep throating thing again, but ended like the first time. Never mind, but- “Oh, how bad..” Some symbiote stripes slapped Peter’s ass. Hard. But made Spider-Man cried out with a hint of pleasure in his voice. “Ow!” “You like that?” Venom asked, teasingly spanked him again. Peter shuddered. “Yes, yes, fuck yes! Please, Venom,” Peter voice cracked, not giving any care if he shouldn’t like this, having a symbiote fucking him by their tongue, but Peter couldn’t resist the feelings. "Harder. I’m gonna cum!” Oh, the friendly neighbor here was into spanking… Venom smirked, smacking that round ass again and the result was Peter came all on their stomach again. Of course Venom didn’t plan to give him a rest, they flipped Peter onto his stomach on a cool concrete floor, fucking him with a rough, brutal pace. "God- fuck yes, fuck, uhh--!” Peter didn’t know how long was this before ending. He came a plenty times before he could feel a lot of Venom’s hot cum in his body then he blacked out. — Peter woke up again in the room that isn’t his, might be Eddie’s. He looked at the clock and sighed, shit, it was 2 p.m. and he was sure he couldn’t go to college today. His hips and throat was really sore. Wish he would recover soon with his spider power.. For fuck sake, Venom was fucking endure! Eddie should pay him a whole college tuition fee. But, have to admit that it was the best fuck Peter had ever done. Peter’s face flushed with last night’s picture in his mind. "Hey, Peter, good afternoon, you good?” It was Eddie, of course, he brought Peter a cup of warm chocolate. Peter drank it all at once before using his sleeves to wipe his mouth. He just noticed that this shirt he was wearing was really big for him, might be Eddie’s too. Still couldn’t believe that he is Venom… but, fair enough, Eddie found out he is Spider-Man too. "Not really,” Peter replied, nearly lost his voice. "Uh, Can I ask you for a favor?” "Of course, what?” "My legs are really weak, and I need to go to toilet,” Peter said shyly and looked up to Eddie, "-Can you carry me there?” And Eddie was who to resist? Especially he was part of the one that caused Peter’s body hurt. He carried Peter to his bathroom and then wait outside, let Peter took his time. Eddie breathed deeply, Peter’s lean body in his shirt was really fuckable…. 'How about fuck that spider again?' The voice popping in his head. "Stop it, he can hardly walk now.. I still feel regret.” Eddie sighed. 'Fine, that spider would get well soon.' Said Venom, 'but we’ll fuck him again another day, deal?' "..Another day, deal.” He should drop his Spidey at his house and better get to work. His secret was still with this kid, and Peter’s secret was with him too. Nothing to worry… The only thing that should be worried is; how long he could be patient to not make Peter moaning again? ∩˙▿˙∩

[singingpeople]

Mad as a cut snake – or save Eric Coulter

My first (and most likely last) one-shot about Captain Boomerang! :D I haven’t read much about him or anything with Australian slang so it was pretty hard getting the hang of it. I had to alter most or all of his story to fit in the divergent universe but I hope you still like it! 

If anything is so wrong you can´t stand it tell me & I will change it :D

Thank you for reading! :)

Oneshot word count: 8140

@tigpooh67 @scorpio2009 @pathybo

Digger: a soldier

Lightning stroke over the glass dome in the interrogation room at the candor headquarters, the raging storm and the pounding rain mirroring the emotions, overshadowing the scene inside.

The young leader was kneeling on the floor, hands folded in front of him, still wearing his trademark smirk as he looked up at his biggest nemesis. Standing over him, Four had his gun cocked ready to end his life.

But not even now staring right into the face of death was Eric scared. Dying had never been part of his fear landscape and if he had to leave this life now, at least he knew the guilt of killing him would forever wear down the man that claims to be the epitome of dauntless.

That was enough Legacy for him.

 The smirk never left his face, not when little stiff started to rant that he deserved this fate, not when Four told him to ´Be Brave` - something he always was and certainly not when he finally pulled the trigger, the sound of a gunshot echoing through the glass room that was as easy to shatter as his life had been.

When Eric fell onto his back, eyes falling shut while the blood oozed out of his head he knew he was being as brave as any man ever could be. He faced death like an old friend like he imagined so many times before and embraced it with open arms.

He would die as a hero, a martyr to their case.

His last thought when he closed his eyes, that it all has been worth it.

An annoying beeping sound and a bright light shining into his eyes rouse him out of his slumber, interrupting what he would call a blissful night of sleep. Not having the slightest wish to get up just yet – or ever again – he tried swatting it away, assuming the it was his alarm clock but as he did so two small hands captured his thick arm, hindering him. “Patient shows signs of waking up, pupil dilation normal.”

 Startled, because he´s had no idea there was another person with him in the room he abruptly got up, swinging his legs over the side of his bed, realizing there were tubes coming out of his arms, one even around his head, supplying oxygen when they gave a sharp tug at the abrupt movement.

“What´s all this shit?”

 With a disgusted expression, he started ripping the drip out of his arm, almost strangling himself when he tried to same with the tube near his face.

“Stop! Eric, stop it!”

 The high pitched voice that belonged to the woman, he had forgotten was in the room made him raise his gaze in question. Observing the pristine, blonde woman in front of him he decided that she looked like she needed a good shag.

Not from him, bloody hell, no. He liked ´em younger, with firmer skin and less stuck up. He also liked them flexible and this one looked like she never pulled the stick out of her arse.

 Hurrying over, the headmistress how he called her tried to prevent him from ridding himself off the plastic shit but he moved away, avoiding the hands that reached for him.

 “Nah, no touching lady!” Eying her from head to toe, his face scrunched up in distaste. The lady could definitely lose a few pounds, the pooch on her belly visible through her immaculate blue dress, her toes cramped into the painful tight heels. “Who the bloody hell are ya´ even to come in like that daring to feel me up?”

 Gaping at him, the blonde took a step back obviously appalled by this behaviour. “Eric, do you not know who I am or where you are?”

 “Why should I? Are ya the headmistress of this place or what?”

 “The headmistress?” Her eyebrows shot up in incredulousness, mustering the man in front of her as if he´d gone bunkers. “I am the leader of erudite. Your superior.”

 His booming laugh startled her. “Get out of here! You giving me orders?" When he saw her face getting red in suppressed anger he almost choked on his laughter, panting like a mad man. "Maybe with ya fanny."

 Biting his tongue like a mischievous little boy he waited for the woman in front of her to get his dirty joke but she only furrowed her brow in confusing. Jeanine watched as his face fell and decided it was time to inform the strangely altered Eric of the fate he had suffered at the hands of the rebels.

 “Eric, what´s the last thing you remember?”

 Furrowing his brow, he tried to remember something, anything but he couldn’t even come up with his name that was obviously Eric. What a strange name for someone like him. “Can’t really remember a thing.”

 Scrutinizing him closely, Jeanine checked something up on her tablet before turning towards three meek looking scientists he had not yet noticed. "He has severe memory loss and a drastic change of personality. No recount of the events before getting shot or after.

What does that indicate.”

 “Ma’am,” One of the scientists stepped forward, clearing her throat.

“The bullet entered the forehead and hit the prefrontal cortex.

From scientists that did research before the great war, we know that there is an indicated integral link between a person's personality and the functions of the prefrontal cortex. This brain region has been implicated in Planning complex cognitive behavior, personality expression, decision making and moderating social behavior. The basic activity of this brain region is considered to be orchestration of thoughts and actions in accordance with internal goals, as well as the center of memory.

The exact location of the bullet that had been removed by our neurosurgeons explains the memory loss and altered personality traits, even though his short-time memory seems to be intact. The only unexplainable thing here seems to be the use of slang that is long since distinct, indicating that somehow the language centre in the Broca´s area has been damaged, which could have been caused by Intracranial hemorrhage."

 "Really good." The scientist earned herself a rare smile from her leader, almost fainting at the sight she scrambled back into her two colleagues that scowled at her. Getting appreciation by Jeanine Matthews was the highest honour an erudite could receive, making them a target for their faction members envy.

Not sparing her inferiors another glance, the erudite leader turned back towards her former ally that was now busy picking his nose with the greatest interest. "Did you understand that, Eric?"

 Startled, he looked up one finger still in his nose, letting it slowly trail down as he saw her disgusted expression. "Wat?"

Seeing the disapproving stare, he slowly nodded in agreement, eyes trailed on the bossy woman in front of him.

 "Great." Jeanine´s mouth was pulled into a thin line knowing her former prodigy hadn't even bothered listening. ”We are going to perform some tests on you and then you´ll be able to go back to your room.”

“I´ve got a flat here?” He couldn't really believe that especially when his room would be as posh as the infirmary he was in currently. “Wicked!”

 Scrunching up her nose, Jeanine thought about mentioning something to him but she was intelligent enough to know this wasn't the Eric she needed. This one was a nuisance.

One she couldn’t afford.

Her smile was more like baring her teeth at the deranged man as she bid him goodbye, leaving him in the hands of her best scientists.

Beckoning them out of the, she only hissed at them in malice. "Fix him."

With that, she was gone, off to proceed with her plan to rid the city of its biggest dangers.

Divergents.

They were prodding and probing him, sticking needles into places they didn’t belong, pushed him into a tube telling him he wasn’t allowed to move before ushering him on a treadmill, monitoring his vitals.

Panting after only a few minutes he demanded from the little brown haired scientist beside him to be told why he had to do all these tests and he got his answer.

“We have to make sure that you haven’t suffered consequential damages from when you were shot or the 8 weeks you were in a coma."

 Hearing her response, he slammed his hand on the big red button in front of him, effectively shutting the treadmill off before he turned around slowly , eyes narrowed into small slits. Even if he didn't remember anything regarding his personality or his past the malevolent feeling that rose hot like melted steel inside his chest was something he knew all too well.

The urge to strangle her was almost all-consuming and he watched, as the scientist took small steps away from him, eyes wide in angst tablet pressed against her chest as if it could protect her from his rage.

“What did ´cha say?!”

 “You… you were in a c-coma, sir.”

“And why the bloody hell did none of you wankers tell me that?!”

His booming voice made everyone around him freeze mid-air, watching him warily.

“It wasn’t our place, Sir.” The meek brown-haired squeaked out terrified of the man in front of her. He may not be the Eric they all knew but there surely was a part of him somewhere in there that longed for their blood. “Jeanine wanted to tell you, Eric…”

 But he interrupted her pissed off with all these pretentious fuckers calling him a name that wasn’t his own.

"That´s not my fucking name." Snarling he ripped the electrodes of his chest, jumping off the treadmill striding towards the scientist. Caging her in, he looked down at her with fire blazing eyes. She was a young thing, maybe 20 and she looked as if she´d be fun if he could get her to loosen up a little. He was eying her up from her wide hips to her frantically heaving chest that drew his attention, up to the lips she was biting in despair.

“Then what is it?” She almost choked at the words, whispering as his chest pressed against hers trapping her against the wall.

 "You darling," He stopped for a moment, contemplating something before a wide, sinister smirk took over his face. Tilting his head down, he grazed the shell of her ear with his tongue, satisfied when he felt her shiver against him.

“You my darling can call me Captain.”

The Captain was standing in front of the bathroom mirror in a room that looked way too pristine to ever have been his own. Skimming through the neatly folded clothes laying in his drawer he fretted. For sure he wasn’t one of those stuck up bitches kissing up to that cunning as a dunny rat blondes arse.

But in default of a soul the devil puts up with a fly and so he chose some comfy looking pants and a black wifebeater before taking a shower that was long overdue.  

Surrounded by steam, the Captain admired his own bulky physique, hands roaming over his hairy chest trailing lower. He´d always known he was packing quite a bit and thinking about the little scientist he couldn't wait to show her exactly how big he really was. The little wank he was having wasn't as satisfying her wet little hole would be, no matter which one his dick would end up in.

 Caressing the ziff on his face, the captain contemplated his options for a moment before rummaging through the drawer under the sink, emerging victorious with a sharp pair of scissors.

Grinning at his reflection, he positioned it the right way and started to cut.

It was cold outside, dawn had fallen hours ago and the Captain was sitting on the windowsill of an abandoned building, the window long ago shattered.

He was drawing in a deep breath, ciggy in his mouth. As he flitted his gaze over the alleyway it came to rest on a dark figure rummaging through the pile of rubbish.

Pushing himself away from the wall he landed, crouched down 10 feet below on the concrete. Straightening up, the Captain sauntered towards the man that eyed him wearily looking ready to fight his way out. He clearly looked homeless but he had a great taste in clothing.

 “I like ya coat. What do ya want for it?”

 “Excuse me?” The homeless looking man watched him suspiciously, especially the black jacket with the blue eye on it.

 “Ya heard just right. What do ya want for your coat and the jacket?”

 “I want yours.” After a moment hesitation he squared his shoulders. “A-and your gun.”

 “Alright." Shrugging the stiff jacket off he despised either way, the Captain wondered why the guy in front of him looked so freaked out by their exchange. Tossing it to him, he waited until the other man did the same handing over a blue bomber jacket and a worn out coat.

To keep his end of the bargain the Captain handed over his gun after he had pulled on the clothes, cigarette still safely between his lips.

Shaking off the ash on the end, he took another deep breath, saluting the man who eyed him closely, never looking away.

"Thanks, heaps, was fun dealing with ya. Have a good one.”

 The Captain hadn't even taken three steps when he heard the trigger being pulled, the quiet click of an empty chamber making him cackle to himself. Not even bothering to turn around he held one bullet up in the air, calling over his shoulder.

“Never said there would be bullets in there, Dero!”

With that, he was gone, vanished into the night.

Lilly was sleeping peacefully in her bed inside her room in the middle of the erudite headquarter. She had been busy all week trying to find out what was wrong with the dauntless leader Eric, having basically been assigned as his babysitter.

Even though his personality was now completely different, there were a few things that had stayed the same.

He was still not respecting anyone other than himself, thought he was above them all and simply loved to intimidate everyone around him.  

When Eric, or The Captain like she was supposed to call him now, cornered her a few days ago she had been sure of her soon demise but he had only smirked at her, patting her butt before making crude comments she wouldn't dare to repeat.

 A loud pounding on her door startled Lilly so much that she fell out of bed, her heartbeat matching the rapid pace of the knocks as she scrambled up, searching for her robe.

“I´m coming!”

Pulling it on, she hurried to open the door prepared for a dauntless soldier to tell her to get to the shelters because the rebels were attacking but when Lilly pulled it open, she was merely brushed aside by none other than The Captain.

 “It´s 3 am. What are you doing here?”

He only shrugged his shoulder, cocking his head at the woman, who was blinking in confusion.

 Scrunching up her nose, she almost gagged as something vile hit her nostrils. The young scientist wondered what the hell was smelling like a dead rat before she froze taking in the man's appearance. From his disastrous hair to the awful clothes.

“Do ya like me new jacket?”

 “It smells like something crawled into it and died.”

The Captain only laughed at her disgusted expression, shrugging his newest acquirement off before tossing it at her. Lilly took a step back trying to avoid contact at all costs.

 “That´s why ya will be washing it for meh.”

 "Like hell, I will!" The curse had accidently left her mouth and she froze, awaiting the rage. But the former leader only laughed at her.

 “Jenny said ya´ll do whatever I wantcha to, so get the machine going.” Ignoring the fact that he just called their leader Jenny, Lilly picked up the items with her fingertips holding it as far away from her as possible, begrudgingly doing as he told her to.

 When she came back after a few minutes the Captain had made himself comfortable on her bed, arms crossed behind his head showing off his massive muscles. Lilly gulped, eyeing him up not knowing what to do with him.

“Like watcha seeing?”

 When she didn’t answer he propped himself up, squinting his eyes in thought as he contemplated something. “You can sew, darl´, can´t you?”

 Furrowing her brow, Lilly nodded. “I´m a surgeon, of course I can sew.”

 “Well, I got a job for ya.”

The Captain ran his finger over the newly altered item, smirking in satisfaction that it turned out as well as it did. The little scientist had been affronted when he had suggested or more, demanded it, but in the end, she had agreed just like he knew she would.

And she had done a good job.

 To sew his name onto the bomber jacket that was now smelling like some flowery shit, not bad just too girly, wasn’t a task that was beneath her and the Captain had just to mutter Jenny´s name once and the little one complied immediately.

If she would be as accommodating in the bedroom as she was with the other things he ordered her to do was something he itched to find out.

 But she had gotten her gift of gratitude too, as the Captain pulled her into his arms, fingers wandering down to where he could have sworn she had never been touched before the way she trembled, clutching the jacket she had been so disgusted with only a few hours' prior now frantically pulling him closer.

He had left her there, on the verge of something big knowing if she was desperate enough she would sooner or later come and seek him out.

The Captain would bet on sooner.

The former leader had gotten accustomed to his new routine: daily check-up´s in the morning he almost always skipped because he slept till late in the afternoon before getting up, roaming through the building that belonged to erudite or what the hell it was called and the perimeter at night, bored out of his mind.

 So it came that he found himself in the library, a place he detested from deep within his heart drinking with the flies. Off his face, the Captain skimmed through books that didn't interest him in the slightest, ripping out pages and setting them on fire with his lighter.

The gleeful feeling he got when he saw the useless paper turn to ash made his heart sore and he giggled like a Joey, grinning like a shot fox.

 He went on and on, burning random pages of random books until he came across a book with alternate weapons. Throwing it open at a random page, he stopped short when he spotted something that intrigued him deeply.

It was a strangely shaped piece of wood, almost resembling semicircle but still edgy like a triangle. Nothing he could describe or had ever seen before.

The Captain had to have it!

The next night after he had slept off his stupor, the Captain was on his way to the labs, knowing exactly what he was searching for. Trying to get there he crept through the hallways as quiet as possible but before long he heard someone coming his way. Looking around he tried to find a place to hide and avoid any strange encounters.

Even though it was him allowed to wander around at night, what he had planned was anything but legal and Jenny wouldn't like it. But just his luck, there was nothing in the bright lit hallway to hide in and the voices were too close as that he could have run back to look for another way.

Making sure the beer can he´d stashed under his cloak wasn’t visible, the Captain tried to seem as inconspicuous as possible while walking towards the voices. He watched closely how a whole bunch of men all dressed in black rounded the corner, walking his way lost in conversation.

That was, until the man in front looked up and back at his companion before doing a double-take stopping so abruptly the soldiers behind him almost ran into his back.

But he paid them no mind, too engrossed scrutinizing the person in front of him from the gumboots to the coat and the silver necklace, that he had stolen from some blue dressed bitch to his newly altered hair.

“Eric, is that you?”

 Hands buried deep in his pockets, the Captain rocked on his feet shrugging his shoulders. “That ain´t my name anymore.”

 “Oh, and what are you called now?” The dark-skinned man furrowed his brows, bordering between being confused and intrigued at the same time.

 “They´re calling me Captain.”

 “And why is that?”

 “Because I´m rocking their boat.”

At that, the other man started to laugh out loud, shaking his head at his former inferior that only grinned smugly in return.

 “You certainly are, Captain." Composing himself the older man stepped closer, eyes flicking over him as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. The Eric he knew would have rather died than walking around like that and even though he wasn’t any addition to their team right now, the dauntless leader was sure the scientists would somehow find a way to fix him, to turn them back into their killing machine.

“Well, the hair is… different.”

 “Neat, isn’t it?” The Captain brushed the fingers over his beard, grinning a toothy smirk. “I´ve always wished me some mutton chops.”

 "I´m… glad for you." The Captain could clearly hear the puzzlement in the other man´s voice and he asked himself if they´d been close before he´d gotten shot. But the moment soon had passed and the older man patted his back, making him stumble a little before he could catch himself, excusing himself.

They bid each other farewell and went their own ways.

 But when the Captain rounded the corner he shot the retraining soldiers one last look, wondering how the old man couldn’t have noticed his hand slipping into his jacket as he pretended to stumble into him.

With a wicked smile, the Captain hurried towards the labs, cracking himself a beer open as he swirled an ID-card around whose holder was called Max.

 "Well, thank heaps, Max, for the highest security clearance there is."

A few days later the Captain was standing in a park near the headquarters early noon, not having slept one second last night. After breaking into the weapons lab with the ID he had searched for different materials, shaping them into the perfect form like the papers buried deep inside his pockets instructed.

He had been able to form three of these so-called boomerangs, polishing them into the perfect form after several failed attempts. He almost always hit his target but he had problems with the thing coming back to him.

 Because what´s a Boomerang called that doesn´t come back?

A stick, Haha.

  But with the time, the Captain got the hang of it and was itching to test his newfound skills on a real target. After coming to the same park for a few days, he knew there was always a little girl hanging around somewhere with her mother, playing on the grass. And she had something he wanted.

 So he had slightly altered the steel boomerang, adding a fishhook for good measures. He didn’t want to pierce his target, that would be too cruel even for him.

Crouching down the Captain took aim, reaching back to send the boomerang flying. From behind the bushes he watched, taut like a bow in anticipation how it hit the target, flying in a perfect bow before returning to him.

Reaching up, he grasped it with his glove-covered hands – he had learned his lesson after catching his first returning boomerang and cutting open his palm – pride filling his whole being.

He had gotten what he wanted.

 When he heard the ear-piercing scream and the strangled sobs that followed the Captain had long ago scrambled away, fleeing the crime scene.

His loot, a little pink unicorn that had captured his attention from the second he spotted it stuffed into his inner pocket of the coat, the fishing hook leaving a small hole in the stuffed animal that had to be fixed immediately.

Was the Captain sorry that he had taken away a little girl´s toy?

 No, no he wasn’t. He could give it so much more love than the little brat would have ever been capable of.

He was a total brony.

“I hope yer ain´t screwing it up.” The Captain was once again sitting on her bed his watchful gaze never leaving her hands that held the needle.

 “For god’s sake, Er… Captain! It´s a damn toy, not an artery!" Frowning Lilly held the unicorn in her hand after he had practically forced her to perform an emergency surgery on the stuffed animal.

 “Watch yer smart mouth, darl. Ya gettin´ pretty reckless lately.” The Captain scowled at her, getting right up in her face. He had tolerated her stuck-up behaviour long enough and wasn’t against using a lill´ ole´ violence to show the girl where her place was.

 “Alright!” Shrieking in fright when he got right into her face, Lilly raised her hands in surrender, backing up to get away from the angry man that looked ready to murder her.

She was only able to let out a breath in relief when he sat down again, his sudden mood change gone gesturing for her with a raised eyebrow to go on.

And Lilly did, like always.

 For a few minutes, they sat in tense silence until she was finished sewing. Cutting off the string, she handed the pink unicorn back to him.

As the Captain opened his coat, carefully putting his treasure into the inner pocket the young scientist furrowed her brow in confusion at some of the things he had stashed there. His coat was like one of those magician tricks, she almost expected a bunny to jump out.

"What´s that?" Pointing at the strangely shaped thing Lilly knew for sure she had never seen anything remotely close to it.

 “It´s called a Boomerang.” Pulling it out, the Captain held it up for her to look at, smug that he had caught one of the know-it-all’s of guard.

 "I´ve never seen anything like it." Extending her fingers, Lilly almost touched it but though better, retreating slowly while wearily eyeing the scruffy man. "Well, now people can call you Captain Boomerang."

Her lame joke made even her cringe and she regretted it the moment it left her mouth, thinking about his former outburst. But instead of getting angry, a sly smile spread over the Captain's face, bringing her instant relief.

 "Has a nice ring to it. Captain Boomerang…" He tested how the words sounded, how they rolled off his tongue and knew he had found his new title. "Thanks heaps, sweet cheeks.”

The Captain pulled her up like a ragdoll, quickly pressing his lips to hers before striding out of the room.

Lilly stayed back stiff like a board, blinking rapidly as she tried to logically process what just happened.

She came up with nothing.

Captain Boomerang was strolling through the hallways, wondering why there was such a nervous energy sizzling through the compound.

He hadn't seen Jenny in a long time. She always locked herself away in her laboratory with new lab rat´s she was testing some weird looking serums at.

For once, the Captain had refrained from breaking in there even though he wanted to. But he knew the crazy bitch surely had some sort of safety measures installed that would vaporize him or some shit like that.

So he settled with just roaming around the headquarters, wreaking havoc in some research stations by swapping chemicals, improving his boomerangs with certain features and eyeing up the females that threw him disgusted looks. Still, he knew he could get any of them to drop to their knees for him before dominating them in the bedroom.

Or an empty classroom.

Wherever they were.

 But today something was different.

And he wanted to find out what it was.

 So he followed the flustered noses through countless hallways. Arriving at the holding cells, where he had been restrained one time when some guy whose wife he had toyed with under the sheets thought it would be fun to tell him to get stuffed and

only stun guns were able to save the wanker´s life, he knew he had found his target.

  There were guards in black uniforms patrolling the door of a certain cell, making him burn with curiosity at who they were watching.

Approaching them, the Captain was able to see the exact second they noticed him, straightening up while looking straight ahead, they both muttered a `Sir`, nodding at him in recognition.

Recuperating their actions, he stroked his mutton chops trying to look stern.

“What do ya have here?”

 “A divergent rebel, Sir.” The soldier didn’t dare look into his eyes, as he addressed him and the Captain found that small act of submission strangely endearing.

He liked the feeling of power it gave him. Yes, he loved it.

 “One of those again, huh?" Shaking his head in exasperation, the Captain faked annoyance, partly because he had never heard this word before and had no idea what they were talking about. But the way they were pronouncing it, as if it left a foul taste in their mouth assured him that it couldn't be anything good.

Maybe a man turned into a killer croc or some bat shit crazy lady that was yielding baseball bats half naked.

His interest was definitely peaked.

 “Open the door for me.”

 “Sir,” Both men looked at him with wide eyes, throwing each other glances clearly not knowing what to do. “Only Jeanine and a few selected guards have access to the captive. We are under strict orders…”

 “Do I look as if I care about yer fuckin´ orders?” His voice boomed through the small space, the men in front of him visibly shrinking back, trying to become one with the wall behind them. “I´m still yer leader Eric! I demand entrance!”

 “Yes, Sir!” Scampering around, the one on the right put the code in with shaky fingers opening the door for the Captain as fast as he could.

Throwing them one last harsh glare he stepped in, anticipating the monster he was sure he´d see any second.

But what he found instead was rather disappointing.

 There on the concrete bunk back facing him lay a petite blonde girl with short hair, no day over 17. If there weren't any tentacles sprouting out of her face he had no idea what was supposed to be dangerous about her.

She couldn’t hurt a fly.

 The sound of his heavy steps had her tensing. She slowly turned around, her annoyed expression turning into confusion as she scrambled as far away as possible, sure that her eyes were deceiving her.

The Captain watched her mildly amused as she was muttering to herself that it wasn't real, that he wasn´t real,  before grabbing a can of beer out of his coat, holding it out for her.

“Ya want one?”

 The girl shook her head in disgust, now watching his every move. "You are supposed to be dead, Eric."

 "Not ma name anymore, hon." Shrugging his shoulders, the Captain popped open the lid taking a heavy swing himself. If she didn't want it...

Spotting a concrete bench opposite of her, he flogged down, legs outstretched in front of him still watching the girl fascinated. "So ya know who shot meh?”

“Of course I do!” Shooting daggers at the man that looked so much like Eric but in the same moment not at all, she sat up straighter chin raised high. “And you most certainly deserved it.”

 Raising one eyebrow, her accusation didn’t faze him at all. Unbothered he took another mouth full. “So, what did I do?”

 Obviously it wasn’t the right thing to ask. Her mouth curled up in disgust and she narrowed her eyes at him. The Captain was sure it didn’t need much for her to attack him, even though he clearly was the stronger one. Lord knows how long they had used her as a lab rat, testing their new perverted inventions at her.

 “You conspired with erudite, with Jeanine, to eradicate every single divergent in this city. You killed so many innocent people. You even shot a child.” Her voice was full of incredibility, as if she couldn’t understand how someone could do something horrid as that.

 Tilting his head, the Captain slowly let a breath out through his teeth lost in thought for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders shooting her an almost apologizing look.

“Yeah, that certainly sounds like me.”

 As she froze on her spot, he only took another swing of his beer. “Wha´ did ya expect? I may be a digger but I ain´t a dipstick, hon. And now that we established I deserved ma fate, tell meh," Now he placed his elbows on his knees in anticipation. "what does Jenny think ´s so dangerous about you? Because honestly, you look more like an ankle biter than something yer should be scared of."

 "You tell me. After all, you were the person that hunted me down." Her face was still hard but after a moment she let out a deep breath, glancing back up at him her voice was quieter when she spoke again. "We´re different. They can´t control us, which makes us a threat to the system. An abomination."

 She had watched the smirk that had gradually curled up his lips the longer she spoke wearily, asking herself what in the head of this strange man was happening right now.

“The Captain has never been a fan of authorities…”

 “Who the hell is The Captain?!” The frown that marred her forehead only furrowed further, as he pointed at his own chest with a shit eating grin.

But before either of them could say anything else the door opened and a guy with brown hair stepped in, narrowing his eyes at the scene he came upon.

 “Tris, it´s time.”

Tilting his can at her after the guard had told him to leave, the Captain got to his feet walking towards the exit. "See ya later, sweet cheeks."

Shooting her a wink over his shoulder, he pushed past the wanker disappearing into the depths of the compound.

He was pounding into her from behind with a rapid pace, her long braid wrapped around his hand twice. Pulling it as far back as possible, the young scientist beneath him arched her back, hips now tilted up in the perfect angle making the wet hole so much tighter for him to sink into.

His other hand was gripping her hips,  fingers anchoring her to him with an almost bruising force to prevent her from going anywhere other than back onto his dick.

Letting his hips snap forward not gently at all, the Captain grinned at the half painful, half pleasured moan he had elicited from her with one especially vicious thrust. His breathing laboured, he felt small beads of sweat roll down his torso as he bit his lip, head tilted back in pure bliss.

She was as hot and tight as he thought she would be.

  Bowing over her, the Captain let go of Lilly´s hair now instead grabbing her shoulder, chest pressed against her back he was hammering away. Grunting almost soundlessly he felt her walls constrict around his length as she came moaning loudly, body spasm as he went on and on, not giving a shit about her discomfort.

With one last powerful thrust, the Captain spilled himself inside her before collapsing, almost crushing her in the process.

In the last second, he let himself fall into the space beside her, trying to calm his breathing as his plaything didn't seem to be able to move at all.

Looked as if he´s fucked her boneless.

 Snickering at his thoughts, the Captain got up gathering his clothes with one hand not sparing the woman another glance. “That was it?”

Hearing the accusing tone in her voice, he turned his head from his place at the window. Grabbing the curtain, he started to clean their fluids of his length with the fabric, kissing his teeth in annoyance. "What did ya expect from me? Flowers? Please."

Snorting, the Captain pulled on his undies, followed by his pants.

 “You could at least have… Hey!” Her enraged shout followed him, but he had already left the room belt still unbuckled, the rest of his clothes in hand. Shaking his head, he then proceeded to dress himself shooting the woman that walked by him a suggestive look that made her stagger away hurriedly.

Those damn prudes.

There was a commotion at the closing cells much to Captains delight. He was currently crawling through the ventilation system, trying to assess the situation.

Sure, he had heard from behind closed doors that there was another prisoner in the cells and an execution coming up. Even though no one had informed him of that, the Captain had his methods.

Currently, he was lying on his chest, watching how a strongly build man was cowered over an examination table, a body lying there. His back silently shook as if he was crying. The ventilation grilles restricted his sight quite a bit and the Captain wanted to know if it was the little one lying there so motionless, so he dismantled them quietly, squeezing himself out of the hole.

 Landing on his feet close to the gurney, the sudden movement had startled the man and he spun around, eyes widening in disbelief at the sight in front of him. It was almost comical that he looked at the Captain the same way, the blonde who was now lying on the table had only a few days ago.

Sighing, he made his way around it facing the man that seemed strangely familiar to him. Tilting his head, he looked down at the pale face of the girl, her chest unmoving.

“She´s cactus.”

 "Excuse me?" The brown haired guy, that looked as much like a rebel as everyone else in black clothes threw him a deeply confused and repulsed look, his eyes taking in the appearance of the man he thought was dead, while his voice was choked up.

He love of his life had died.

  “She´s cactus.” When he still didn’t seem to grasp what the Captain was trying to tell him, he had to elaborate. “Dead as a maggot, bitten the dust. Ya know?”

 “You are supposed to be dead! I shot you!” The man´s fists were balled, knuckles turning white as he gripped the shit the girl was covered with and if looks could kill, the Captain would have turned to dust long ago.

 “So that was you, huh?” Raising an eyebrow at the guy in front of him, he only shrugged his shoulders not offended at all. He surely had deserved it.

“No hard feelings, mate.”

 "Are you fucking kiddi…" But his ranting was interrupted by someone taking a deep breath, coughing and spluttering the little blond girl sat up, gripping her chest that was heaving violently. The Captain watched as her eyes went wide. Mirroring her lover´s expression the fell into each other´s arms oblivious to his presence.

Bored at the display of undying love and the whispered endearments, the Captain rummaged loudly through his coat, pulling out one of his newest inventions to scrutinize it a little more. He couldn’t wait to test what he´d tinkered a few nights ago.

But maybe not inside the headquarters…

 Loud shouting drove the two turtle doves apart, the attention of all three now diverted towards the guards that came running at them with cocked guns.

"Hurry." Pulling the girl of the gurney, the man tried to shield her with his body, eyes flicking over the place for a way to escape. "How do we get out of here?!"

 The Captain cleared his throat, making the two of them turn towards him in question. “Just go through the incineration plant. It ain´t be used at the moment.”

 When he was met with two expressions clearly stating they wouldn't do anything he suggested, the Captain only kissed his teeth in annoyance. "Now listen, mate. Either you go through there or you die. Ain´t my business but biting the dust two times in one day might be a li´ll much for yer lady."

 Exchanging a look, they both nodded, trying their luck with his approach. if they would die, it would still be a better way than waiting to be slaughtered.

So they hurried away, following his directions, while the Captain turned around playing with the boomerang in his hand.

 Pushing a button, he let it fly right towards the arriving soldiers before running away, diving for cover.

He was sitting in Jenny´s office, twiddling his fingers as he avoided the gaze the blonde wench that was trying to smother him with. After the incident in the holding cells, she had demanded his presence and he had been escorted there immediately by two guards whose expressions were more than just grim.

 The two of them had been sitting in complete silence for several agonizing minutes in which Jenny never once looked away,  sizing him up as she gave him the feeling that he was sitting in the headmistress office like a ten-year-old waiting for a scolding.

And mate did it come.

 “You know why you´re here, Eric.”

 Annoyed, he looked up. “Ma name´s not…”

 Jenny banged her hands on the table, cutting him off. She was breathing like a dragon close to spitting fire, her neck turning a dangerous shade of red as she closed her eyes for a second to compose herself. "Enough with this nonsense!" She hissed at him, voice cutting like a knife.

"I have watched your escapades and not said anything for long enough. Sleeping around with respectable women, manipulating experiments, breaking into labs is bad enough. But this," She grabbed a remote. "this is too much."

 Pushing the play button, the Captain watched himself talking to the two captives, before they fled towards their freedom and he turned towards the hallway. With a flick of his wrist, he had unleashed hell, the boomerang flying right at the camera before the detonation came, leaving the feed flicker statically before it all went black.

 Raising his gaze almost guiltily, he met Jenny´s enraged one and for the first time since he met her a few weeks ago, she looked like she was about to lose it.

“It slipped.”

 “It slipped?” Her voice was laced with sarcasm. “It slipped?! You destroyed a whole wing of our headquarters with a bomb that had twice the explosive force than TNT! You killed three of our soldiers, wounded five and now the whole sector is in danger of collapsing! And not just that!” Jenny was talking herself into a rage, her usually immaculate hair all over the place as she pointed an accusing finger at him. “You helped two of the most dangerous people in this city to escape, right when we were about to end their lives and make the city safer for everyone inside! You are no longer an asset, you are a liability!"

 Sitting on the chair like a toddler close to throwing a tantrum the Captain pouted. “She´s just a li´ll girl. What can she do?”

 "She," Jenny rewound the footage until there was a picture of the little divergent one, before leaning over the table to look right into the Captain's face. "is the biggest threat to our world that we know. She has to be eradicated. All of them!"

 Pushing herself off the table, Jenny started to pace but just as she opened her mouth to go on ripping him a new one, the door was pushed open and a breathless looking Lilly stumbled into the room. Blushing embarrassedly, as she met the Captain's unimpressed gaze she straightened out her skirt, a tablet pushed close to her chest.

 “What is it, Lilly? I don’t have time for you to waste.”

Burn.

  A little intimidated by the harsh behaviour of her idol, the young scientist hesitated for a moment, mustering up all her courage before she started to speak breathlessly with wide eyes.

“We have found the reason for… Captains behavioural change. There is a small hemorrhage in the right side of the prefrontal cortex, close to the Brodman area 47 that could have caused all of… this." Waving her hand at the Captain, Lilly was to engrossed sucking up the relieved expression of her leader to realize he was scowling at her.

 “What do ya mean `All of this´?!” Mockingly repeating her move, the Captain was deeply offended but the two women only ignored him, discussing something that was too low for him to understand.

 “Well done, Lilly.” Jenny nodded at her, before sparing a glance to the enraged man in front of her. “Get him out of my office.”

 Nodding, Lilly pulled the Captain along, her hand curled around his sleeve, while Jeanine watched them leave, tiredly sinking back into her chair, rubbing her temples.

She needed Eric back.

"What are yer doing?" The Captain was strapped down on a gurney inside the operation room, wearily watching the doctors buzzing around him like busy little bees preparing the room and himself.

He was wearing a strange cap taming his hair, an IV in the back of his hand but no one was paying him any attention, the sedative making him too drowsy to do anything against it.

Closing his eyes, the Captain just lay there until a movement direct in front of him made him look up.

 Lilly was standing there in scrubs, drying her hands with a blue towel her smile hid by a mask but her eyes betrayed her.

"Everything is going to be okay. Even though I´ll miss you in some strange way, Boomer. It´ll be for the best."

 “Same here, darl.” His voice was slurred, the narcotic that was being injected into his bloodstream already starting to work. The Captain held her gaze until his lids got heavy and his eyes fell shut.

His last thought… he should have shagged her way more times.

Jeanine was leaning against the railing in the front of the erudite headquarters waiting. The surgery had been two days ago and there was nothing else she could think about other than the way everything turned out to be.

Huffing she scrutinized the army in front of her, the dauntless loyal to erudite all in a row waiting for her orders to move out.  

 The door opening behind her made Jeanine turn around and she smiled in satisfaction at the sight before her.

There he stood.

Her prodigy.

Her best soldier.

 Her secret weapon.

 His hair was immaculate, styled to perfection with the sides cut short not one hair out of place. His face was finally visible again, the beard gone, clearly shaven the leader uniform he wore was straightened out to perfection and made him look like the leader he was.

There neither was a sign of the bullet entering his forehead nor of the surgery, he´d just had. Lilly had done a great job.

 Eric stepped up, resuming his rightful place as her right-hand man ready to take her army to war, now that he outranked Max. Throwing him one of her rare smiles, Jeanine had finally hope again that they would be coming out of this as the victors.

“It´s good to have you back.”

 Tilting his head towards her, Eric´s lips curled up into his trademark smirk and he nodded, hands folded behind him. "It´s good to be back."

 With a last nod at his superior, Eric strode down the steps towards his loyal soldiers, to prepare them for what was to come and what kind of expectations they had to fulfill if they didn't want to die a painful death by his own hands.

But when he turned his back towards Jeanine his steps full of confidence, her face pulled into a frown as she squinted her eyes at Eric´s back.

There was a thing sticking out his pant pocket that almost looked like…

A Boomerang?

[writingwarden]

#FF007F

Part One

Locus x Fem!reader

NSFW- That means minors, YALL NEED TO LEAVE

Word count- 2197

[A/n at the end]

[possessive Locus, switch!reader, switch!Locus, praise kink, Dom/Sub dynamics if you squint, Sub drop, aftercare]

A few months after Locus and I's confessions, I decided I wanted a permanent place to stay. Somewhere I could hide when I have to lay low or for when I just felt like I needed a sense of a normal life. Felix mocked me about it to no end. Saying it was stupid and would be found eventually. Locus however, was oddly supportive of the matter. After that night we officially became what most would call a couple. We didn't let it interfere with work and all in all things were normal. Felix confirmed that he did the one bed thing after some pushing. 

But I bought the place, in cash of course. A small chunk of property with a run down A- Frame house. A nice little project as Siris called it. And I couldn't help but agree. I fixed it up with help from the guys and it was finally a place I could call home. I even managed to get Locus to bring some of his stuff! Considering he'd be over a lot. We still haven't tried anything together yet. I mean, we're both adults and in our line of work you'd occasionally like someone to bed with. But something about this time should feel special. None of us had approached each other about it either. Figuring it would happen naturally. Still, I put myself on birth control just in case.

So I decided that I was going to cook his favourite dinner one night. He had mentioned it the other day on call and I think it will be a nice surprise. He and the others had taken a job a planet over and he had been gone for a week and a half. I was on a job before him, but I didn't get back in time to catch him before they left. It's been almost a month without seeing him in person. 

I try not to be the clingy type, he still dislikes PDA. Everything was private when it came to us. We took care of each other. I noticed that when he could he took control of things and I usually let him. I like being taken care of sometimes. Maybe I should try and take the initiative with something soon. Maybe he'd like it or he wouldn't and would put me in my place. Now that didn't sound so bad. 

I busied myself with preparing the food after I got a call from him. 

"Hey, I figured I'd call to tell you I'll be there in about an hour." He sounded exhausted and I could hear Felix in the back whining about something.

"Oh that's perfect actually! I'll see you soon!" 

"See you soon." And then he hung up. And he was true to his word, almost an hour later he walked in through the door. I noticed how he winced as he set his bags down. Walking up behind me he wrapped his arms around my waist. He said nothing so I swayed back and forth, dancing to an imaginary song. 

"It went so wrong. Capture and turn in this punk to the cops. Then someone wiped him from the files and then Felix had the brilliant idea of asking for ransom. But the kid's dad didn't want him and then he and his whole posse showed up and Felix got shot. It was just a mess." He sighs out, still staring at the fire. 

"Why don't you sit down and I'll bring dinner to you?" I ask while reaching for plates. I hear a small huff of acknowledgement and he walks into the living room. Filling both plates, I walked into the living room to find him staring blankly at the fireplace. It was one of two ways to warm the house and it is the beginning of winter. We eat in silence while I wait for him to tell me about his time away.

That was our main rule, never force the other to talk about what they've done. 

I set my plate down and pulled his head into my chest. "I'm so sorry baby." Was all I could get out.

He pulled himself up and took both our plates to the kitchen. I began to follow him when he looked over his shoulder and told me it was ok, to just go get ready for bed and he'd be there soon. He was always like this, so helpful and stubborn.

Knowing better than to argue with him I go and grab my things to shower, settling on one of his shirts (a dark green one) and a pair of his boxers. He'll never admit it but he loves it when I wear his clothes or his signature colour, so why not wear both. I think it's a territory thing. Like a 'yes, this person is my person and they love me' type of thing. I think it's kinda hot.

 After my shower I enter the bedroom to find him sitting at my desk, reading. Still in his suit, the blazer hanging off the chair and his sleeves rolled up. He looks up at me and smiles a bit.

"Is that my shirt?" 

"Yep and," I lift it up a bit and do a little twirl to show him, "also these!"

He motions for me to come to him and I do. Settling into his lap I can feel his heart beat. It's chaotic, like he just got done running. Leaning in for a kiss I get an idea on how to take his mind off things. Shifting my hips slightly I lean harder into the kiss. I move my hips again, getting a little groan from him. 

"What are you doing?" He asks, looking at me confused.

"Whatcha mean baby?" I say doing it again, this time in a full motion. With that action he grabs my thighs, forcing me to stop. He looks at me sternly and says, "If you keep doing that I will not be able to stop myself." 

"And what if I want that?" His jaw clenches.

"Then take it, you know you can." And with that his lips are back on mine. 

This time I move with purpose and begin to unbutton his shirt. He moves down my throat, kissing and biting wherever he wants. It's like something feral snapped in him as he picks me up and walks over to the bed. 

Sitting down on it and leaning back long enough to get the shirt off of me. Then he's back attacking my chest, taking one nipple into his mouth and kneading the other. His touch was like a torch to my skin. Biting back a moan I fumble with his belt and eventually get it undone. Pulling down his pants and he kicks them off. He pulls back and flips us so he's on top. Now we're both left in our underwear and he asks me "Is this ok?" 

I nod.

"Words pretty thing." 

"Yes," and then I throw in "please" for good measure. 

He doesn't answer but instead pulls down the boxers in one swift motion. His followed soon after. 

Spreading my legs for him, he grins and it's the grin of a predator who's just caught its prey. "That's a good girl." 

Keening at this response I raise my hips to expose myself more, desperate for his touch. "Oh, you like that? When I tell you how pretty you are? How you're such a good toy for me?" 

I nod quickly, hoping he'd finally answer me. He did, pressing a finger into me, but then he stilled. "Tell me what you want, doll." 

"You! I want you inside of me!" I gasp out. 

"Oh you can do better than that, hmm." He adds another finger yet still doesn't move. 

"Please! Fuck me, I'm your to use!" And it would seem those were the magic words. Because he began pumping into me. Grabbing his shoulders I can't control the sounds coming from me. I can feel that knot beginning to build up. And I think he knew too because he takes his thumb and runs circles on that little nub and I exploded. I was seeing stars while he pulled his fingers out. Whining at the loss I pulled myself closer and wrapped my legs around his waist. 

Looking straight into his eyes I said, with no uncertainty, "Fuck me, Sir."

Oh he liked that, he liked that a lot. Looks like I'll be using that more often. His eyes darkened, "You’ll be my downfall." 

"I know." And with that I pushed him onto his back so I was now on top. Grabbing his dick I pumped him a few times, earning the sweetest moans. Positioning myself above him I sunk down. He was stretching me like no other. When I reached the hilt I stopped. "You fit me so perfectly sir," I purr. "Like you were made to please me, such a perfect cock." 

"Take it, it's all for you. Use me pretty girl." He groans out, breathing heavily. Like he was using all his restraint not to take control like we both know he could. So I pull his hands together and place them on the headboard.

"Stay." Was my only command as I pulled off and dropped back down. Repeating my actions I could see his white knuckle grasp on the headboard. I wanted him to snap and with his eyes following my every move it was so easy. Reaching down I began to work on that little nub, not bothering to hide any pleasure gained from it. And that's all it took, his hands were on my hips and he began to slam me on his dick. I could feel a second release build as I squeezed around him. He made a small choked noise. 

Still inside me he flipped us so he was in control again. He lifted up my leg over his shoulder with one hand, the other wrapping around my throat. That helped him reach that little spot inside me. I don't know what gave it away but he shifted so he hit that spot with every thrust. This time when I came my nails scratched down his back, sure to leave marks, and my vision blanked out. Groaning under his breath he stilled, shooting hot streams into me. I felt weightless, almost floaty. Completely blissed out. 

Careful not to crush me as he laid down on my chest we caught our breath together. After a minute he slowly pulled out of me, causing me to whine at the cold that followed his absence. "I'll be right back." He starts towards the bedroom door. And as soon as he's gone my mind races. What if he didn't like that? What if he thinks you're gross now? What if he regrets it and leaves me? My eyes water and I curl into myself in an attempt to disappear. I didn’t want him to leave, I’ve never felt this way about anyone and I start to hate myself for coming dependent on his affection. We were killers for fuck sake, we didn’t have time for love. It was that thought that forced out the tears. 

So stuck up in my head that I didn't notice when he came back, damp towel and water glass in his hand. Yet I could feel him there, observing. "Hey baby, let me get you cleaned up." And he says it so gently that I almost couldn't hear it. After no response he sits on the side of the bed, "Sweetheart I need you back now, come back to me." He says, this time a little louder. I try to focus on the towel against my skin and I'm mostly present by the time he slowly holds the cup up to my mouth for me. The cold liquid soothes my throat and I force myself to look at him.  

And instead of disgust I find nothing but love plastered across his face. He’s looking at me as if I’m the only one in the world. I can’t take it and begin to sob again. Saying nothing he pulls me into his arms and runs his fingers through my hair. “It’s alright, you're experiencing a ‘Sub drop.’ It's ok, it's normal and I’m not mad, let it all out. I'm right here."

So I do and he picks me up, carrying me to the bathroom. I look at him confused while he sets me on the counter. He kisses my forehead and starts to draw a bath. Once the tub is filled and steam has filled the room he picks me up again. Gently stepping into the water he puts my back to his chest. The waters warm and I relax almost immediately. It's funny, tonight was supposed to be about him and his relaxation. Yet here we sit, him whispering sweet affirmations and gently rinsing us off. He had always been so considerate, the idea of an official Dom/Sub dynamic becoming more appealing. I'll ask him about it later. For now, I'll let him fulfil his need to care. 

I don't think I'd trade this for anything. 

 [A/N- More self indulgent fluff. First time writing smut so be nice.]

[writingwarden]

#24110

Locus x fem!Reader

TW: Drinking, Violence (punching), Harassment in a club

Word Count- 1539

Part 2

When on a job with the mercenaries a man decides to get handsy with reader. Locus doesn't like this and does something about it.

    Another nightclub, great. Where did Felix even find this place? We were here to meet with some drug lord. Apparently he had pissed off some powerful people and they wanted us to take care of it. They stressed the part where it had to be discreet. So Felix was posing as a potential client and me and Locus were stuck on the bar posing as a couple. Our part was to act as surveillance and wait for Felix to give us the signal that the job was done. All he had to do was get the guy by himself and kill him. Mason couldn’t make it, something about his wife wanting to visit her parents. Loser. A lucky loser but a loser nonetheless.

But back to us, sitting at the bar. Locus had ordered us drinks, getting a French 75 for himself and an espresso martini for me. Other than that he was acting very closed off and I was growing bored of trying to talk to him only for him to brush me off. 

Some couple we were being.

So I decided to try my luck on some poor soul. Maybe I can get lucky tonight. I will not deny that I am decently attractive, I don’t care if that sounds vain. I know my worth. I could probably pull most people I set my eyes on for the night, so why did my brain decide Locus [who was the definition of stoic] of all people, was the most attractive fucker on this planet. It’s not like he was my business partner or that he has gone out of his way to save my ass on a few missions. Or that he makes me feel safe and brings me food if he learns I haven’t eaten.  

No, Not at all.

And it's like the gods heard my thoughts because I feel a man slide up next to me. “What's a pretty thing like you doing here?” There's a slight slur in his voice. I look over and he’s mildly handsome. Not my usual type but I can make it work.  

“Oh you know, I wanted a little fun and decided here was the place to find it.” I made sure to look him up and down and bat my eyelashes. I heard a low grunt from Locus, probably telling me to knock it off and focus. 

“My name's Brandon but you can call me yours tonight.” he said as his eyes drifted down towards my chest. Men, they're so easy. I was about to respond when I heard Locus get up and begin to leave. It couldn’t have been Felix Because he was supposed to walk up to the other side of the bar and radio us. I not so secretly watched him as he walked towards the restrooms. This Brandon didn’t see as he was signaling the bartender. I couldn't hear what he ordered but the bartender poured two shots immediately. He handed one to me and I’m not about to turn down free drinks. So I knocked it back and smiled at him and he smiled back. I had realized there was something unnerving about it. We had barely talked and the vibe was just not right. Maybe he was just desperate for some and was playing it up. And I was bored so I let him talk. 

It wasn’t till he put his hand on my leg and tried to slide it up my thigh when I decided to stop him. “Look love, I’m not feeling the same spark you seem to be.” I say as I grab his hand and remove it. His face twists into a look of annoyance. Part of me was kind of wishing Locus would come back or Felix would finish before this could escalate. But I decided that I’m just gonna let this play out; although Locus would tear me a new one for causing a scene, Felix is gonna get a kick out of this one. 

“Oh come on sweetheart, you said you were looking for fun. Well, fun is right here.” he said, reaching for my leg again. I intercepted his hand before it could touch me and that's when he got angry. Grabbing at my shoulder hard he was borderline yelling as he said, “You have some audacity to come into my club and try to turn me down after I bought you drinks!” 

He started to say more when a black gloved hand grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him backwards forcefully. The hand belonged to none other than Locus and he looked pissed. 

“I suggest you rethink your actions before you speak to my girl here again.” 

His Girl? Oh I liked that.

“Well your girl is a whore” the fool spat out.

Well, that was the worst move possible.

Locus without a second's hesitation whirled him around and punched him right in the face. Now that was hot. Just after that I see Felix walking towards the bar, looking bewildered. The idiot was on the floor and I noticed a crowd had began to form so I grabbed Locus’s arm before he could swing again. “We should probably get out of here” I said as I motioned towards Felix who was still looking confused. 

Locus looked at me and then at the man on the ground and just sighed. Looking at Felix I began towards our exit. I waited in the car for a minute before they both came out of the club. The air was tense. Felix however decided to ignore that and relayed the details of what happened with the drug lord. The job itself was a success. Now all there was to do was to collect the money and move on to the next. 

Felix had found us a semi-nice hotel on the city edges a few hours earlier. Felix decided he wanted a separate room but neither me or Locus can sleep in a room by ourselves. Always needing backup just in case. So we parted with our goodnights and went to our rooms. He hadn’t spoken to me since the club and the silence was killing me. And then the most cliché thing happened, we got to the room and there was only one bed. Just great. This is what we get for letting that rat book our rooms. It seemed to be king size and there was a reclining chair next to the desk. We looked at each other, as if we were coming to some agreement. The bed was big enough to share and still have space.  So we stepped in and sat our bags down. 

Silently he headed straight for the bathroom with his night clothes and when he came back out I did the same. Digging through my bag I realized I had forgotten shorts out of all things. So I decided to grab a pair out of his bag. We shared clothes all the time so it's not like it will matter. I had just walked out when he spoke up.

“I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable.” Ah, so he hadn’t lost his voice.

Warring with myself I decided to just speak the truth and end this little dance. “Why would that have made me uncomfortable? Honestly it was kind of hot.” I said walking across the room to turn on the tv. When I got no reply I turned around to see Samuel Ortez, The Locus, one of the most feared mercenaries, blushing. His face was a dark crimson as he looked at me. Holy shit. That's cute. But why, I’ve always been blunt when it came to feelings. Especially when it came to flirting with him. 

“What is this? I mean, what do you want?” He said, gesturing to the space between us. It feels like I’m dreaming. He doesn’t do the whole feelings thing. This is so out of character but I’ll be damned if I let it slip away. 

Grinning, I began to walk to him. He leans back slightly and I take that chance to slide into his lap. He tenses up and I begin to think I’ve gone too far when he slowly sits his hands on my hips. Like he’s afraid I’ll shatter. If I wasn’t in love before I am most definitely now. Pulling his hand to my lips and kissing the now bruising knuckles. “I thought it was pretty clear on what I want,” I uncurl his hand and press it to my cheek, “I want you. All of you, even the most brutal parts.” 

He locks eyes with me, then looks down at my lips, then back at my eyes. I start to say he can when he just does it. His lips are surprisingly soft and I can still taste the liquor on him. I could kiss this man forever, I've decided. He pulled back for air and just looked at me. There was nothing to say because nothing had felt so right before. Just to be in each other's arms. Eventually I slid off him and he made a small noise of disapproval. 

“Relax, I’m just turning off the light.” I said, doing so while he got under the covers. Walking back to the bed he pulled me back into his arms. And that's how we stayed till morning.

[A/n- Very self indulgent brain rot]

[writingwarden]

The urge to draw Locus yet then lack of knowledge of where my stylist pen is.

Vs

The urge to write a oneshot of reader and Locus at a bar on a mission and someone getting handsy with reader so we finally have protective!Locus.

[writingwarden]

Can I request an RvB Axel x reader in a platonic relationship? Where the reader is struggling to fix something but Axel comes in and helps them?

A/N: Alright, so I've only truly watched Zero once but I did my research. He honestly reminds me of younger Wash and Older Simons combined. Bit of a short one because the English is not englishing. 

Shelf

Axel x Reader

Word Count- 394 

How the bookshelf had fallen was a mystery. But (y/n) had a sneaking suspicion that Raymond had something to do with it. Being the resident "handyman" meant you had seen some pretty weird things, but a human sized hole in an oak bookshelf was new. Also Ray had been avoiding you like the plague for the last two hours.

So you set to work hoping it would take an hour at most. And you had succeeded except for one small thing. The top shelf needed to be held up while you screwed it back in place. It would be a two person job. And unfortunately you did not have a clone or the ability to make one. 

But as fate would have it, a certain usefully tall man would walk in. Axel was one of your best friends so to speak. And he considered you one of his. You grew up with each other. The others all joked about you two being ‘conjoined twins’ as you were always near. He had also helped you with repairs before. Observing your current dilemma he laughed under his breath. “You need a hand over there (y/n)?” he asked from the doorway. 

“As a matter of fact, I do.” you said, gesturing to the shelf above you, “Ray somehow managed to break it.”

“I wouldn’t question it, you’ll only end up with a headache.” he replies, shaking his head. He grabs the board and levels it in place. Taking your power drill you screw in the last pieces. Wordlessly he waves you off and begins to slide the bookshelf back into place. 

While he does that you put your tools back in your bag and grab the books that go on it. Luckily enough, only three books were majorly damaged. The rest had escaped with only a few messed up pages or covers. Why was Ray even in this office anyway? Decidedly not to think about it anymore you turn to Axel, “When I find him I am going to assign him dish duty.”

“Going easy on him huh?” he tilts his head at you.

“And to work with Tiny for the next month. If that isn’t already enough punishment for someone like him.” 

“You are a cold one (y/n). Why don’t we go find him and deliver his ‘sentence’?” 

“Only after lunch.”

“That's fair.” 

[writingwarden]

To the anon that requested an Axel platonic fic, I promise I'm not ignoring it! I'm doing research because I hadn't watched that season!

[writingwarden]

I just think Take It Out On Me is a very nice song

[Angst]

[writingwarden]

The oneshot is up with a possible second part!

The urge to draw Locus yet then lack of knowledge of where my stylist pen is.

Vs

The urge to write a oneshot of reader and Locus at a bar on a mission and someone getting handsy with reader so we finally have protective!Locus.