#rvb felix x reader

[snowyaika]

pairing: felix x rebel!reader

summary: you and felix became close when he joined the rebellion. when he’s gone from a mission longer than he should be, you set out to find where he really is.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: season 6 chapter 10 spoilers, swearing, symptoms of a panic attack but not actually stated, brief mention of suicide(but not acted upon), pain pain pain!, kind of an open ending, all lowercase, gn!reader, follows plot of show

notes: whew! put a lot of prompts into this one, gotta make it sting a little! keep in mind this is my first work for this fandom and for…well, anything! please please please comment your thoughts on it, hope you all enjoy :)

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“felix, rendezvous back at the ship, it’s time to let them end their war once and for all.” the radio goes quiet for a moment, the other side contemplating their choice of words.

“tie up your loose ends.”

the line cuts off with static, locus supposedly getting ready for the attack on the federal army.

it’s quiet, until a long sigh breaks through the empty room. “fuck.”

-

it’s no question that felix and you have a… special relationship. ever since he joined the rebellion, it’s as if you two just clicked.

you were one of the best in the rebellion, although you didn’t have much competition. because of your superior skill, or well, the inferior skill of others, you had trouble connecting with the other soldiers.

when felix showed up, everything changed.

like a flipped switch, you were never alone, always by each other’s side. of course, other than when he went on his own missions and when you had your own duties to attend to on base.

you two did everything together. training, dining, hell— even chores (although, he was more so just keeping you company as you were on dish duty).

eventually, things started to take a turn. training sessions and missions suddenly turned into late night walks and deep conversations in your quarters.

of course, this soon led to more… intimate moments between you both.

soon after, everyone could catch on that you two had something going on.

… or maybe it was after felix beat up a new recruit to the brink of death when he found out the poor guy was flirting with you.

nevertheless, things were going fine— perfect even. as fine as things can be during a civil war.

until everything wasn’t.

-

“felix? i thought kimball sent you out to scout the feds?”

you’re in the back of the weaponry, sharpening your knives (gifted by a certain someone) and preparing your other guns for an upcoming mission when you spotted him walking up to you.

“oh god, please tell me she doesn’t want me to tag along. i don’t know how many more bullets i can take for you.”

he let out a soft chuckle as he stood in front of you, staring down at you seated on a crate.

“oh please, it was one time. and you didn’t even get shot, it grazed your leg.” his eyes flicker down to the knife in your hand, his chest puffing up smugly.

he’s weird that way. seeing you use the knives he gifted you gave him a sense of possessiveness, as if he was staking his claim on you. you always called him a creep when he brought it up.

neither of you brought up how you never denied it.

“as much as i’d love to have you on this next mission, no, she didn’t tell me to come get you.” he clears his throat before continuing, “i just… wanted to you to see me off.”

you pause your work, staring up at him with a confused look. of course because of the helmets, he doesn’t see it, so you both stare at each other in awkward silence for a moment.

“...okay, i’ll bite. why?” you set your weapons to the side so you can stand face to face with him. “you don’t plan to die on this one, do you?” your tone has a tint of humor to it, but your body is clearly tense.

“darling, please. look who you’re talking to. you think some weak federals can kill this awesome bod? i’m offended.” he makes a pose of showing off his arm muscles, causing you to just scoff and lightly shove his shoulder.

“right. i forgot i was hanging with the strongest man on the planet,” your tone drips with faux praise, glancing behind him at the lingering soldiers giving you both cautious glances.

“i’m serious though. i just wanted to see you before i left.” he steps closer, his hand reaching for yours, his fingers brushing against your wrist. your helmet clinks gently against his like a childish kiss. everyone already knew about you two, but it’s nice to keep some professionalism in public.

“how long will you be gone?” you whisper softly, as if raising your voice would shatter the intimate moment between you two.

“not long. intel says it’ll be quick. i should be back in a few days.” he responds just as gently, all humor in his voice gone and replaced with a tone you would never hear him use with anyone else.

“okay, be safe.”

-

it’s been two weeks since your last conversation with him, and it’s safe to say you were… on edge.

you’ve been going around the base non-stop asking the same questions, where is he, what do you know about the mission he was sent on, and at some point during it all kimball summoned you herself after you snapped at one of the rookies.

“what the hell were you thinking, pulling a gun on a fucking rookie? have you lost your goddamn mind?!”

kimballs voice is loud enough to echo throughout the whole base, yet you remain unphased as she throws words towards you that are intended to hurt. you tune her out, completely uninterested in what she has to say.

your mind hasn’t been the same since he left. you can handle when he goes off on his usual missions, but when he doesn’t come back two weeks after he said he should’ve?

it’s logical for you to get a little high strung.

you let her hurl a few more insults towards you before interrupting. “it won’t happen again. am i dismissed?”

she grinds her jaw to restrain the next string of curses about to be let out, and huffs. “look, i know you’re stressed that felix is gone. shit, i don’t know where he is either, okay? but you need to get your shit together. i don’t want to see another fuck up like this again, understand?”

you only nod, turning on your heel and walking out of the building. as you make your way towards your quarters, you overhear the galaxy's greatest heroes (a bunch of lazy idiots if anyone were to ask you) talking about some sort of rescue mission to save the rest of their team.

you tense up. maybe felix was sent to go after them and got captured himself? you were willing to take the chance to find out.

pausing, you contemplate the risk of asking to join them. not because it would be betraying your alliance to the rebellion, but because hanging around with them will surely lower your chance of survival.

waving away your doubts, you walk into the building they were in. they notice you immediately, instantly becoming tense. “oh… hey there,” the yellow (orange, he always corrects you) one says.

“i want in on your little rescue mission. it’ll be wise for you to bring me along.”

they all share a look, before the teal one speaks up, “uh… sure. but why?”

-

oh my god, they’re fucking idiots.

there is absolutely no possible explanation as to how the five of you have made it this far, and you don’t plan on questioning it, instead thanking whatever god is up there that you haven’t blown your own brains out from the frustration of having to deal with their idiotic antics.

you don’t think about it any longer once they reunite with their team, your disappointment evident when you don’t see felix being one of the people among them.

for fucks sake, where could he have gone?

your question gets answered shortly after.

“...felix?”

you stand amongst the other soldiers, staring at him with a confused expression. your heart stutters in what you thought was relief, but you should’ve known better.

once the fight broke out, you were so confused. you had no idea what to do. do you shoot at him? what if it was just a huge misunderstanding? why was he with locus? there was too much going on. before you even knew it, one of the soldiers, you’re assuming one of the heroes allies, teleports your team away.

you were left behind.

following your instincts, you fucking book it and run, away from whatever the hell just happened and whoever the hell was chasing you.

not long after, because your training wasn’t that good, you’re worn out from running away, deciding to take cover behind one of the many rocky pikes surrounding the base.

you drop your gun, your hands shaking too much to hold it steady. “fuck, fuck, fuck!” you hear footsteps running past you, and you try your best to hold your breath. you didn’t know what to do, you weren’t cut out for this, you weren’t cut out for this war.

your breath is shallow as you rip off your helmet, taking large gasps of air and clutching your chest tightly to help ease the pain forming there. you couldn’t feel anything, your chest was hurting so much it numbed the pain in your legs from running.

trying to steady yourself, you count your breaths, praying that you can just calm down and keep running.

“i knew i’d find you here.”

your heart drops, and you raise your head to look up at the person approaching you. you take a deep breath to try and focus.

“felix, i thought you- what the hell is going on?” you stand up straight, starting to walk towards him. you’re so confused and you need to know if it's really him.

before you can even take a step, his gun is aimed straight at your face. “stay where you are.”

your body instantly freezes, a sudden chill shooting down your spine. “felix.. what are you doing? we can leave before they find us, stop messing with me and put the gun down!”

he doesn’t seem to listen, his gun following your head as you try to move slightly out of its range.

“you know, from the day we met, i knew i’d hurt you eventually,” he lowered his gun, starting to pace slowly in front of you.

the radio in his suit buzzes, most likely containing orders to the soldiers nearby to eliminate you immediately, but all he does is switch it off.

“i was surprised, really, how easily you opened up to me. i mean, come on, trusting a mercenary? i thought i taught you better,” he keeps the gun lowered, but you know the threat is still prominent, “and then you had to go and fall for me. you sure gave me trouble finding ways to report to command without you being on my back all the time.”

your brain lags, trying to piece together what he’s saying but you’re so deep in denial. “felix i- what are you even saying?”

“do you remember the first time we met?” he cuts you off, taking a step closer. “the first conversation we had?”

when you don’t respond, he takes pride in answering his own question, “i told you not to get too close to me. kimball said it herself– i was hired to help you guys, what makes you think you and your little crush on me could ever change that?”

it’s like a wave of ice water washes over you, and you finally come to your senses. it really is felix, and he really is betraying you.

your gaze slides down to your previously dropped gun, and as if reading your mind, he lifts his gun again towards you, “i don’t think so, darling.”

what once was a nickname that made you smile giddily, now makes your body tingle in a new feeling of discomfort.

“what is this, a lesson in not trusting people? god, spare me the act,” your words leak with newfound hatred, glaring at him as if looks could kill. “just get it over with and say you never loved me.”

your brain yells at you to not be so hostile, to start begging for your life, but you’re stubborn.

just how he taught you.

your comment takes him by surprise, the grip on his gun faltering slightly. he quickly recovers, tightening his grip and aiming it at you with a new sense of justification. “don’t make me kill you.”

you let out a scoff, “what, going to shoot me? go on, do it.”

after a moment of silence between you both, and still no sound of a trigger, your eyes narrow at him, “don’t have the balls to do it? you don’t need me to call locus over, do you?”

he lets out a low growl, but still makes no move to pull the trigger. letting out a sigh, you lean back on your heels. if you were going to die now, you’d at least like one of your questions answered.

“what was going through your head when i told you i loved you?” you try to sound like you don’t care, like him betraying you didn’t feel like a fucking train wreck, but you can’t help the unsteadiness in your voice.

“that i wish you never had trusted me.”

you see his finger twitch on the trigger, and you look up to the sky.

as much as you hated the feds, they had a pretty damn good view.

[love-beyond-space-war]

Actually yes! Was wondering if you could write a reader who has a daughter-father-like relationship with Siris and therefore is part of the mercs team, but never knew Felix and locus til the thing with Lozano?

Maybe Felix is just taken aback or sm

Sorry if it's worded weirdly

It's worded a bit weird but I hope it's okay that I did HCs to try and figure this one out? I hope you enjoy nonetheless even if I didn't get it quite right. I mostly made this to throw my thoughts down on what you gave me but I could probably make it a short story in the future if you give me a plot to work with :D I never wrote regular relationship HCs with him in the past so I struggled at it but I think I got something tangible down lol! I just wanted to do HCs because I don't do those much on here ^^; but let me know if you wanted anything else.

Felix x Siris' Adopted Daughter! Reader HCs

Synopsis: Some HCs of Felix meeting the daughter of the bounty hunter who brought him and Locus together.

Content Warnings: Romantic/Platonic Pairing, Female Reader/Male Character, Platonic Siris x Reader mentioned, Canon-typical violence, Overprotective father, Formatting weird as I wrote this on PC.

As you said, you wouldn’t have met Felix or Locus until after the mission Siris gave them.

In terms of your backstory you are the adopted daughter of Siris since you said the reader has a “father/daughter-like” relationship.

You’re about 18 and were taken in by Siris and his wife.

We don’t know the amount of time that passed between the Club mission and Chorus so I imagine you could’ve met Felix between then.

It may be by chance or the two still have some sort of connection to Siris. 

Either way, Felix would be intrigued by the fact Siris, an employer of his, has a daughter.

He knows the guy has a family and all, like a wife, but had no idea he had a daughter.

He’ll admit you do look a bit pretty.

I personally feel Felix is a huge flirt/attempts to be a ladies man?

Regardless of your origins he'd be all about trying to win you over.

He’s still sadistic, arrogant, and selfish but he does try to put on an act to fall into your favor.

There’s big issues I can see arising in this situation though.

For example, I doubt Siris wants the woman he sees like a daughter dating a mercenary he’s hired.

Let alone Felix of all people.

This scenario could also be seen as either platonic or romantic even though Felix would eventually try to make the relationship turn romantic.

I feel the only way Siris would trust Felix with you is if you often checked in with Siris and Felix did some sort of vow to take care of you or something.

Siris cares for family and knows how reckless Felix can be when it comes to certain things.

Felix was the one who offered to take a target as a ransom bargaining chip and that went horribly wrong.

Felix could be an okay friend for you, not the best but he’d try to look after you.

He’d keep an eye on you and be extra careful though because of two reasons.

He really does like and care for you an awful lot despite his selfish behavior.

Plus he doesn’t really want to get in trouble with Siris if anything happens to you.

Adds more work, yeah?

Even if Felix saw you as a friend he’s probably still playfully flirting with you.

Locus may find the thing Felix has for you annoying, then again anything Felix does tends to be annoying for Locus.

If you often travel with Felix then you call your father on the phone to let you know Felix is indeed taking care of you.

If you just stay home then Felix will call you to meet somewhere to talk or do whatever.

Felix likes the feeling of impressing you as it feeds a little into his yearning for power/praise.

When it comes to your connections with Siris I feel the most it would change is how hard it is for Felix to get close to you.

He has to deal with an overprotective dad and it doesn’t help that they have a past.

However another thing I think I can add is the fact you may also have experience in merc work.

Maybe Siris took you in by finding you through mercenary work?

If we add that into the story then you and Felix can have another way to connect.

Plus then Siris worries less about you, since he knows you can handle yourself.

Felix actually may get along better with a mercenary darling because then you two can actually do jobs together.

Felix is the sort of guy you mostly want to hate since he has that personality deep down, but I can see him trying to depict a better personality around you since he doesn’t want to ward you off.

Locus would be the one to keep Felix in check like usual.

He oversees the interactions between you two in case Siris ever tries to ask him about it.

For example, if Siris just wants you and Felix friends, Locus probably has to watch his two partners to make sure they aren’t doing anything.

Felix is definitely the type to tease and encourage a secret relationship behind your father’s back.

Essentially, Felix is your textbook bad influence.

I feel the dynamic of this relationship would be the type where it’s secret and hidden from your father.

Yet Felix would rather make his feelings for you known by everyone since he seems like he's a PDA person?

Either way, I feel any sort of companionship with Felix while connected to Siris may be problematic.

Yet if you both trust and love each other, I can see Siris breaking down and allowing it.

However, Felix will be a dead man if you’re ever hurt.

Especially by him.

[whimsybats]

Red vs Blue x Shy!Fem!Reader

╰┈➤ So there's basically like no content lately for my funky lil space marines.... I'd like to change that.

I'll still be writing my Batfam stuff too but I do want to add a bit to the RvB x Reader side of Tumblr.

I'm also not sure how often I'll post for RvB content (or any in general but I really want to get into imagines/headcanon writing yk?)

But here's my first shot at a RvB x Reader ig? In headcanon format.

Here's how I'd like to imagine a more soft/shy!reader in the canyon, I'm writing as a fem!reader because it's what I'm more comfortable with. [also I'm a sucker for more soft/shy inserts, sue me LOL]

-Reader is seen as a baker, gamer (you can choose table top games or video games), etc to have a bit of variety in interactions. I'd imagine you can fight to a degree like everyone else but social interactions aren't your strong suit.

✧ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ✦✧✦ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ✧

So, you ended up in the shitty canyon of Blood Gulch. In training you weren't known for any outstanding leadership or other skills when it comes to fighting so you were sent here.

To top it all off you're the only female in the canyon... that is until Tex shows up.

Imagine being on Blue Team, I'd like to think Church tolerates you a bit more than the others for being "less annoying" in his words.

Tucker absolutely loves to tease the shit out of you, he'll absolutely try to "woo" you since you've been the only girl he's seen since he's got here.

I think after a while he'd probably stop "wooing" you knowing you showed no interest, but would still tease you.

When Caboose comes around, he would probably follow you around like a lost puppy since you're the only one who is nice to him at the time.

You'd probably have baking days if you had anything good sent in from Command.

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I'd imagine when Tex comes in she enjoys your company a bit more than the others, both being girls... and you're less loud and more tolerable. If she's fixing up Sheila (the tank) she might have you there to help hand over tools and such.

You and Doc might bond being the more quiet ones in the canyon... you might hand him over some baked goods when he would be around, whether they were made by you or one of your teammates (the most likely other one would be Caboose, I'd like to imagine he at least knows how to make a small variety of cookies like chocolate chips, sugar cookies, maybe those peanut butter cookies?) He'd probably try to get O'Malley/Omega to spare you in his plans lol

Oh boy when Donut joins the reds, be prepared for you guys have sleepovers with him and Caboose and let's be real he'd probably drag Doc in (especially in the later seasons).

Being one of the more shy people in the canyon, each of the people might try to get you to be included in the chaos one way or another.

When you get to Chorus, you're probably with Tucker, Caboose, Simmons and Grif. If Felix feels flirty, you probably get dragged off the most by Tucker or Caboose since they notice your cues the most, maybe Grif if he happens to be around (he'd just invite you to raid the mess hall which you'd only accept to get away from the flirting). Caboose might try to take up most of your time as possible unless you're split off for missions.

Wash and Carolina try their best to train you, without scaring you off. Initially you were scared of them when they first showed up, you pretty much have scary guard dog privileges now.

Sarge might try to do a typical over-the-top plan with the reds to support you in some situations if you happen to team up with them against a mutual enemy like the Meta. (might be more post-Wyoming/Prophecy "arc" maybe like s6/Reconstruction)

Although when you're enemies you definitely feel like you could shrink into your armor when you hear his loud booming voice, but since you're there to fight you still stay and fight, you just won't be as involved as Tucker and Church when negotiating, sometimes you pull them away if you have an idea and have one of them shout it for you

You, Grif and Simmons might have chill movie/game nights when you can. (if those are even possible??) You might try to sneak in to the red base but Sarge might let you pass anyways since you keep Donut out of his hair often.

maybe pt 2 later? lmk what you think! (idk how to write for shy!reader well but hopefully i'll improve soon..)

[mexicancarolina]

The bad ones (Felix x Refugee!Reader x Locus)

Prompt #67 Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guys. 

They didn’t usually visit the civilian small groups that were still left on Chorus, but this small group of refugees was isolated from any kind of contact in the entire planet. 

Maybe they could recruit some people before throwing a bomb on them.

When they got there, it was a place full of misery, the people were starving in the streets and dying there. The smell of death and rotten flesh was heavy in the air.

None of them looked so strong, everyone looked wimpy and about to die at any second. 

Then you arrived in the city as if you were a hero to all of them, carrying supplies for all the people. You looked stronger than all of them. It was obvious you were forcing your smile as people thanked you. 

Meanwhile, you knew who they were before they spoke to you, but you still played innocent. 

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guys.” You told them innocently. “These people are alive because of me.”, mainly because the others had left the place before things got worse, leaving you alone with a bunch of weak people. 

“Well, darling, we are not bad people.” The man in orange armor put an arm around you. “We are actually doing them a favor, and if you want to keep helping them...-” 

You pushed him away, now wanting to play your cards. “I want to get out of here.” You stated coldly. “I’ve been here because none of the vehicles are in conditions to do so. I’ve been trying to leave, and I don’t care if you’re killers and the worst scum of this planet...because, so am I. I want to leave this bloody place.” 

You could tell they were surprised by your words, anyone would be after seeing you help those people out there. 

“You’re hired.” The green armored man said in a deep voice, it wasn’t scary at all, but rather comforting. 

You left the camp, watching the people die because of you. 

And you weren’t sorry for it. 

[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.]

[guineapigzwei]

Locus x Pregnant Reader

Ok so I'm kinda mad that there's not a lot of Locus x Pregnant reader, so I decided to make a few because of the lack of fanfics about this so....yeah, I hope you enjoy.

C/N=Codename

Y/N=Your name

D/N=Daughter's name

Chorus

This can't be happening, this isn't happening. Your sitting in your room, head in hands. This was the last thing you needed, the Reds and Blues found out what was going on, Hargrove is being a major ass, Felix is....well Felix, the whole planet hates you, your partners, and of course..each other. But now you have a baby to add to your worries and telling Sam he was the father. Sighing your grab your helmet and gun, throwing the pregnacy test in the garbage, then went to find Locus.

"C/N the hell where you, you missed Hardgrove's speech." Felix nagged. "I had somethings I had to do." You groan. "Well next time wait til later to take care of your bloody pussy." He stormed out the room. "I would hate to tell him I'm not on my period." Locus chuckled, "So what was taking you so long." "Uh, can we go somewhere more private first." He nodded and followed you to a more secluded area.

"What is it you wanted to tell me?" You stayed quiet, unsure and scared to tell him about your dilemma. A few moment's passed and Locus broke the silence, "C/N are you okay? You're not acting like yourself." Locus took a step toward you making you stiffen up, which he noticed. "Y/N what's wrong?" He used your name instead of your codename, you know you had to tell him but you couldn't. Locus took of his helmet, he looked concerned, a face you don't see to often. You took your helmet off, tears forming in your eyes, "Did Felix or someone hurt you?" You shook your head, "Sam...Locus." You stop and take a deep breath, "I'm pregnant." Locus stiffened, his eyes wide and mouth agape. The silence was more than you could bare, "It's your's." Locus remained silent, your teary eyes overflowed and tears ran down your cheeks. As you were about to leave, Locus snapped back to reality. "How!? We were using protection! You were on pills!" "I dont know!" You cry, Locus wiped tears from your eyes with his thumb. "That doesn't matter, what matters now is keeping you and the baby safe till this war is over. We get our pay and we find a safe place to have our baby." He leans down and kisses you forehead, "I'm going to let anything happen to you or the baby." You rest your head on his chest piece, "Should we tell Felix?" "No, it wouldn't end well." He sighed, "We should get going, we still have a job to finish." You groan, "Five more minutes." Locus chuckled and kissed you, "Next time." He put his helmet on and went to find Felix with you following behind him.

The mission however failed, the Reds and Blues used alien tech to beat you, Felix went of the deep end both literally and mentally, and the war basically ended. Now you and an injured Locus had to flea Chorus and rethink your plans.

Locus grit his teeth as you stitched up his gaping wound, "Y/N you should be resting, I can handle my wounds." He tried to sit up but the pain was to much for him, "Sam I'm fine, you aren't fine." You inject some painkillers and sleep sedative in him. "If you want to take care of me you need to take care of your self first." You take some bandages and wrap his up stitches. Before he could protest the sedative kicked in, he tried to fight sleep but his body said otherwise. You clean the blood from your hands and head to the cockpit of the ship, "Goodbye Chorus, sorry for what we've done." You pilot the ship out of orbit and into the deep vacuum of space.

Timeskip

It has been 8 months since the two of you fled Chorus, you're now on a small inhabited planet ready to pop at anytime. Locus has recovered and does some jobs to support you and the unborn baby. Since you two have never been seen without the armor, the two of you can visit a doctor with no trouble. But the two of you decided to have the baby at home, not in a hospital. Locus had also purchased books as well as watched videos on childbirth. Though, the local women maganged to talk you to into getting a midwife. None of them know what have done or where you can from all they know is that you two left Chorus for a better life and to raise your child safely.

You hummed as you ran your fingers through Locus hair while he kissed your swollen belly. "I can't wait to met her." You smile, "I just what her out so the back pain and the nausea will stop." "Shouldn't be much longer, she's due in any day now." Locus sat up and kissed your lips. "But the sooner she comes, the sooner we start having sex again." You playfully punch his shoulder, "You haven't learned from our last time." You giggle. Your midwife Hana, pokes her head around the corner, "Technically, you have to wait six weeks or more before you have sex after a baby." "I know, though I waited longer than that already." Locus huffed. "I have to pee." You state, as you try to get up you feel liquid gush out of you and into the couch followed by pain. "Crap! I think my water just broke." Locus and Hana immediately go into birth mode. Hana went to warm up water and Locus helped you to the bathtub. "Ok, Samuel sit behind Y/N so she can have some comfort and Y/N I need you to open your legs as wide as possible." Locus sat behind and you spread your legs. You groan in pain, "It hurts." "That's perfectly normal." Hana put her hair into a bun and turn off the water, "Alright I'm going to count to three and I need you to push hard, one two three push!" You pushed but stop when the pain worsened, "It hurts!" "I know but you need to push and keep your legs open." "You can do this Y/N." Locus kissed the back of your neck. "Ok, one two three push!" You scream as push with all your might. "I can see her head. Now push!" You pushed hard enough to push the baby's head was fully out. "Ok, we got her head. Push now!" You pushed until you felt like passing out, "I can't do this, it hurts to much." Hana splashes you to keep you awake. "Got to stay awake Y/N, now push hard!" Your vision gets fuzzy as you push, "Y/N she's almost out, just need one more push." Locus said, "You can do it." With one final push, your daughter was born. Hana handed her to you, "Hello sweet heart!" Tears run down your face, Locus tried to not cry and failed (manly tears were shed). "What's her name? so I can write it one by with certificate." "D/N Ortez." Locus smiled at his new baby girl. "Ok, I just need to take D/N for a while and give her a clean bill of health and you can have her back."

After what seemed like hours, You and Locus got your daughter back. Locus held her for the first time and again manly tears were shed. The two of you now had a better purpose in life, your daughter being born was the start of a new life and new beginning for you two. Watching her grow and seeing what she'd become was your new goal, and nothing was going to stop you from watching.

[agent-grey-nevada]

I created a one shot story about our favorite asshole mercenary! Feel free to give it a read

Or not.

I’d appreciate it though :’)

[stareiiez]

Felix’s Child Headcannons with a Male S/O

↝ Now the whole kid thing, of course, was more complicated than usual.

↝ You had suggested kids back in the early years of Felix’s mercenary era. The orange trash can was not having it.

↝ “Are you kidding me? Babe I’m just getting used to this gig, having a baby is not about to slow me the hell down now.”

↝ You backed down the idea and let his boner for money calm down, until you tried to bring the idea up two years later.

↝ “Listen, there’s adoption centers that are way less complicated than figuring out what goes on in Locus’s life.”

“Are you that dead set on having a child with me? Do you really love me that much to risk my lifestyle to rub off on a innocent child?”

“Hell yes I am, because anyone can see that I’m in love with an asshole of a human being and that’s okay.”

↝ After many trial and errors for several adoption agencies that Felix ruined from his ‘snarky attitude’ and sharp tongue. You both had settled on a small adoption agency instead.

↝ This time you actually gave him firm talk and a threat of no ‘fun time’ for a whole month. It straightened him right out and the interview went smoothly.

↝ You both had settled on a girl, because Felix wanted ‘someone else to love him and pay attention to him too’

↝ That was just an excuse for Felix to have a daddy’s girl to love and cherish.

↝ Raising a one year old girl was difficult. You did diapers, Felix didn’t.

↝ He mopped and swept the house. Laundry was definitely your thing. He can never cook but take out as a major option, since you barely could cook either.

↝ Felix painted her room a warm sunset orange with sparkly silver butterflies on the walls.

↝ “Listen babe, she’ll love it. It’s not too boyish because the colors are lighter and more ‘girly’ “

↝ The room was repainted to her favorite color years later. It cause Felix to cry and throw on his whole cry baby act for a week straight.

↝ Raising a sweet baby girl that was definitely a more daddy’s girl to you than she was to Felix was great.

↝ Although she sure was a rebel just like Felix, and gave the boys a run for their money all while chasing after her.

↝ You both settled on the name of Isabella Sammie Gates. Since Felix didn’t want some ‘hand me down name’ that her previous parents gave her.

↝ Locus teared up once you explained why her middle name was Sammie.

Locus’s Child Headcannons With A Male S/O

↝ Unlike Felix, Locus had thought out the idea of adopting a child with you.

↝ When you first brought up adoption Locus already had the wheels turning in his head about the whole situation.

↝ Also unlike Felix, Locus wanted two children. One boy and one girl.

↝ The night before the interview, while you were sleeping, Locus stayed up all night and read every parenting book that he had in the house.

↝ He finessed his way into the agency’s hearts in the matter of three minutes with his well placed words.

↝ Don’t get me wrong, he was nervous as all hell when it came down to meeting his children for the first time.

↝ The preparations on the other hand he could handle easily. Both bedrooms were painted by Locus and you. The boy’s bedroom was a portrait of a view he fell in love with during his time on Chorus, while the girls room was something out of a fairy tale.

↝ “It looks like Barbie threw up in here.”

“Shut up Sam. I’m spoiling her and if Barbie wants to take a shit in here too then it’s fine by me.”

↝ The day you two met your children Locus broke down. Literally he cried in front of a two year old boy and a one year old girl.

↝ Of course both were already named, so the debate over name choosing was never brought up.

↝ He never wanted to change anything about them anyway.

↝ Both children loved Locus and you so much. The boy wanted to be so much like Locus, because he was scary looking like a super villain.

↝ Although Locus encouraged his son never to be like him.

↝ Both of you had an easy time raising both children, even though he still gets nervous from time to time.

↝ He always questions and doubts himself if he’s doing something right or wrong.

↝ Nevertheless, Locus turned out to be one hell of a good father. With your help anyway, he managed to be one hell of a softie for bedtime stories and nap times with the kids.

[rtscrobbles]

if you're taking felix requests still can you do felix where he flirts with the reader and she couldn't care less for him except when he's playing with his knives cause she has a bit of of knife kink. i hope that's okay and makes sense.

  “Do you seriously think that you scare me?” You laugh, raising your arms in front of your face ready to push him away. Felix shrugged with a smirk, his fingers teetering on a sharp object. You shake your head, you were both in the middle of training and of course Felix’s usual play of things was to catch you off-guard with his flirting -- of course it failed, every single time and you’d just laugh.

  Felix pulls out a knife and teases, running his fingers up and down the blade. Your heart begins to beat out of rhythm and your stomach grows tight. Fuck. Knives were your weakness... but not in a bad way. “Felix, you don’t want to do this,” You warn, you could already feel the tension between you and the knife growing heavier and closer. 

  “Oh?” He smirks, walking towards you with his fingers curled around the handle of the knife. “Is Miss Y/N scared of knives?” He mocks, you look at him with cold dead eyes. “Scared? Scared is an understatement buddy,” 

  Felix raises his eyebrows, breaking his menacing facade for a moment, you swallow the bubble in your throat still making eye contact with Felix as you lower you arms. He had you at a standstill. “You’re into knives?” 

  “Tell anyone and you’re fucking dead Gates,” 

“Felix to you,” He points the knife towards your neck, flashing his teeth. “Actually, knife master to you.” 

  You shake your head, your eyes still glancing on the silver blade, glistening in the sunlight. 

  “Can we take training... uh elsewhere?”

“Meet you at my quarters in 10,” Felix smirks, you turn around and start running towards the dorms -- Felix was right behind you. 

[hemaris]

anyway imagine being me and google image searching “rvb felix” and finding a cropped version of some art you did years ago that someone is using as the cover for a very graphic and very dubcon felix x reader wattpad fic

[snowyaika]

to start off strong, and to give me more motivation to write, i’m opening my asks for requests!!! please feel free to request certain characters or prompts, whatever you’d like!! 

here’s a list of some dialogue i’m up for putting into my work!! but you can always request more than whats put here!!!🫀

[angst]

1: “i wish you never had trusted me.”

2: “i guess this is a lesson in not trusting people, right?”

3: “none of it was real, but i wish it was.”

4: “from the day we met, i knew i’d hurt you eventually.”

5: “i told you not to get too close to me.”

6: “i never loved you.”

7: “what was going through your head when i told you i loved you?”

8: “say you never loved me, say it.”

9: “what are you going to do, shoot me? do it.”

10: “don’t make me kill you.”

[hurt/comfort]

11: “you are what’s important right now.” 

12: “i don’t have anyone anymore.” “ you have me.”

13: “it’s okay, you know. if you need to vent.” 

14: “please don’t go.” 

15: “why didn’t you tell me the nightmares were back? you know i never minded helping with them.”

16: “you know my door is always open to you.”

17: “you shouldn’t smoke, you know.”

18: “you shouldn’t be out here by yourself.” 

19: “you’re not as bad as everyone says you are.”

20: “i just thought you’d like some company.”

[fluff/humor]

21: “are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you?”

22: “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile.”

23: “i knew you had a heart.”

24: “would it be too cliche if we matched armor?”

25: “quit smiling at me, you’re making me mess up.” 

26: “i’m trying my absolute hardest to see things from your perspective, but i just can’t get my head that far up my ass.” 

27: “i don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how i feel.”

28: “i turned out liking you a lot more than i originally planned.” 

29: “don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”

30: “i just lied to a guard, am i badass or what?” 

aanddd there we go!! as of right now i’m open to all characters, but i cannot promise they will all be romantic! if i don’t feel confident enough writing for them, i’ll just make it platonic! 

also i see other writers do this, where people have their own anons! if you’d like to be one, do your thing! 

ask away! 🫀

[love-beyond-space-war]

Hi hii <33 im so glad i found your blog, ive been looking for someone who writes for halo at all but seeing that you also write for rvb, i have to come on here and ask.... Possibility of getting a church/epsilon x reader ?? it kind of makes sense (?) that i cant find any fics for him but im still p :( about it lolol i dont have many ideas, im not the most creative but i was thinking maybe something with reader's reaction to seeing him return after he and carolina disappeared for that time on chorus?? or just the two of them catching up or smth similar <333 i understand if this is a strange request or if you dont want to do it at all <3 thank you for taking the time to read me rambling a bit lolol

I haven't seen Chorus in awhile so I took my own liberties with this ^^ Despite that... hope you enjoy. I haven't written a regular fic in awhile, I've been very involved with my main blog lately. Sorry if I made it too short :( Trying to get back into the swing of things and I'm battling a cold!

Not proofread fully, sorry for any mistakes!

We Meet Again

Church (Epsilon) x Reader

Synopsis: You and Epsilon/Church have a heart to heart chat upon meeting again on Chorus. It's not the happiest reunion....

Content Warnings: Romantic/Platonic Pairing, Gender-Neutral Reader, Angst, Vaguely follows canon, Possible OOC Church.

You weren't sure if you were happy or upset at the return of Epsilon. Part of you was still bitter at the fact he left with Carolina. Yet at the same time... you knew he had his reasons.

You're just being bitter by ignoring him, aren't you?

"Look... I understand you're mad at me. Tucker and Wash are too. But... could you please just listen to me when I say I'm sorry?" Epsilon... Church... pleads to you as he hovers by your helmet.

"Church..." You find yourself finally saying, the hologram beside you perking up. "I know... I just... I wish I could've come with."

"You know you couldn't... it would be too dangerous-" Church tries to reason only to be shot a glare.

"Oh really? Like what we all just went through wasn't?" You hiss at the hologram. Church appears to realize his mistake before responding.

"I didn't know you'd be in danger! Not until me and Carolina looked for answers! I thought you'd be fine-" Church rambles, sitting his hologram by your shoulder.

"We all make mistakes...." You whisper, noticing the AI's panic.

"I can only calculate so many possibilities, I'm sorry! I guess I should've thought harder when it came to you and the rest...." Church continues to speak. His tone makes you feel guilty for being so bitter. It's not like he meant to leave you....

You clear your throat, fully turning yourself to look at Church. You're so happy the others left you two alone. They knew how close you were with the AI and his distraught/angry you were when he left.

It was best to just leave you two to work things out while a plan against Felix and Locus is prepared.

"Okay, Church, please calm down-" You try to say Church looking back at you. You don't need to read his face to know how he's feeling.

When it comes to you... he feels guilty.

"I'm sorry... I want you to know I and the others care for you." Church sighs, small holographic form standing in front of you.

"Your fragments?" You ask, only for Church to nod.

"I... even like this... just want to protect those I care for. That includes you. I care for you so much." Church whispers. "If I lost you due to a miscalculation... I... it might feel like losing her all over again."

You know who Church is talking about as immediately reach out your hand for comfort. You pause for a moments, remembering he's a hologram, but still try to show comfort. Church accepts the attempt, snorting a bit at your attempt.

"I get it now. We're both worried for one another. I'm still happy to see you both. I just... have missed you a lot." You admit. "You're scared to lose me... and I'm scared to lose you again."

"... I won't leave you anymore, then." Church says after a pause to think. "You won't have to worry anymore."

"Church... do whatever you need to do, I was just being bitter." You admit. "You shouldn't just worry about me."

Church stops you from speaking and steps closer to your visor.

"Hey... I care about you and the others more than anything. I want you to know that I... love you and the others. They get on my nerves... but-"

"I love you too, Church." You smile. "I love you and I forgive you."

"... you do?"

"Of course." You say softly. "... I wish I could hug you right now but just telling you so works for now."

Both you and Church seem more at ease when you say that. You see the AI flicker in embarrassment at your words but you can tell he's reassured. You hope he can reconcile with the others just as easily.

"It doesn't matter what happened in the past... we'll protect each other now." You promise with a smile before standing up. "You coming to meet with the others?"

"Sure... we do have other matters to attend to, don't we?" Church agrees before following you. You give him a smile, albeit with a bittersweet tone.

"Unfortunately, we do, but we'll do it together."

With that, you're off to plan.

[gay-courier]

You weren't exactly sure what you expected. Well, you expected him to be an asshole, to be so rude that you just wanted to run and be alone. But, he wasn't. He was the opposite of that in fact. He was charming, sweet, kind. Hell you could easily fall in love with the man. He was almost all you wanted. All anyone ever wanted. You decided to strike up a conversation with him one night. You and him talked, this is when you realized that you did not actually even know his name. You asked, as politely as you could for it having been around a month since he started. He only laughed, stating he thought that he was the golden boy, he thought everyone knew his name. After some light teasing he told you. Felix. You repeated it, it simply rolled off your tongue. You told him it was a nice name, it was normal, much unlike some others here. You asked him to dinner, he accepted, saying how he thought you were interesting enough to get along with for more than a night, and if this date goes well he sincerely hopes to see you again.

The date went extremely well, it went perfectly in fact. It seemed as if you and him were meant to be. Simply meant to be, perfect for one another. Yet still you had no idea why this man was a 10. You and him dated for a long time. It had been your second anniversary when you finally realized it. He was a charming, handsome, sweet murderer. He had been in the army, destroyed planets, started civil wars, and made you fall in love with him so easily.

You didn't cry... You can bet your ass you cried. After being told something like that, after being informed that the man who you are in love with is a cold blooded murderer. What shocked you more was what he said. You had been next on the list. It was you who he was supposed to kill. And he failed his mission, so he had to leave, he was sent away. You never knew why everyone feared him, or why the others in the office begged you to not go with him, but now you do. Now you do, but you still love him, because to you his worst crime wasn't his murders or his lies. It was the way how he stole your heart and kept it for himself. Now you know why he was a 10. He was the charming, sweet, funny, amazing Felix. A cold blooded killer and a no good thief.

Taglist- @the-new-recruit (just tell me if you wanna be added or taken off)

You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.

[mexicancarolina]

Ruined (Felix x Mercenary!Reader)

Prompt #110 There’s no getting out of this, you ruined me.

You had an internal battle with Felix. Who would survive at the end? Who would pull the trigger first?

A mission, it was simple, at least it was your thought...At least until that little assignment was done and Felix buried his knife deep into your thigh, making you cry out both in pain and surprise. 

You pulled out your gun while blood spurted out from the wound. “F-Fuck...” You hissed. “Why the hell did you do that?!” 

“You know...? A long time ago, I noticed you were just something we could leave behind, and I’ve been wanting to do that, for a very, very long time. Now, (Your Name), you’re not getting out of this.”

You fell to the floor, hands shaking violently as you felt the dizziness taking over at the blood loss. You had to drop your gun. The only chance of survival you had was now out of your reach.

Felix walked closer to you until he could take your chin between his fingers. 

“You ruined me, you know? I realized I needed you, something inside me yearned to be close to you...but you’re kinda useless.”

“F-Fuck you!” No matter how hard your hands pressed on your wound, blood kept coming out like a wild red river. “L-Locus will know you killed me...”

“No one would ask what happened to you, love. If I kill you here and now and I go back crying out for you like you had just been ripped away from me: No one will ask a thing. You ruined me with your smile, your eyes. Your everything!”

You tried to reach out for your gun as some useless hope of knowing you would survive, you would kill him first and tell the truth about his manipulation. Until Felix kicked the gun out of your reach, taking it himself. 

The barrel of the gun was pressed to your forehead and a shiver ran down your spine. 

“You ruined me.”

And he pulled the trigger. 

[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]

[agent-sass]

Just No

Pairing: Felix x Reader

Reader Gender: neutral

Prompt: 008: “I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”

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You sat with Locus and Felix, eating the dinner Felix had prepared for you both. Felix was eating away while you and Locus acted as though you weren’t that hungry, even though you both were starving from the amount of work you all had done today. But you both couldn’t bare Felix’s cooking. It was horrible, you both didn’t know how he was able to eat it. You both had left it down to the fact that when you cook something yourself, you like it more.

You bit you lip and glanced over at Locus, he nodded. It was time, you had to tell Felix.

"Man, you two really aren’t hungry are you?” He commented.

Locus glanced at you, waiting for you to tell him. You supposed he thought it would hurt less from you because you were his partner, but that was the exact reason you thought it would hurt more.

“Felix. Honey,” you said, “I know you like cooking for us…” You paused.

Felix sat waiting for you to finish, “Yeah?”

Locus glared at you, you could tell he was saying, ‘don’t you dare back out, if I have to go another day with this food it’ll be your body that’ll be misplaced.’

“But you need to stop cooking.”

“What!?”

“I love you but. You suck,” you said, “It’s horrible.”

“I thought you liked my food.”

You both shook your heads.

“Pasta night?” He asked.

“Horrible.”

“Tacos?”

“You proved that it’s possible to mess up tacos.”

“Leftover night?”

“The worst night of all,” you shuddered.

“Well fine,” he said getting up, “You can make your own meals.” He walked over to his room slamming the door shut.

“You want (favourite food)?” You asked.

“I’ll get the ingredients,” Locus said getting up.

Finally. You both were free.