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20 questions for fic writers

Thank you @discordantwords for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 22 as amaruuk 18 as EllisWard

2. What’s your total A03 word count? 642,619 as amaruuk

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently BBC Sherlock and Good Omens. Earlier works include dueSouth (tangentially from which I got the name amaruuk, which is Inuktitut for two wolves, though I am the least wolfy creature on the planet), an X-Files/Forever Knight crossover, The Fugitive (movie), Lord of the Rings, a Doctor Who/Escape from New York crossover, and a couple other one-offs. As Ellis Ward I wrote exclusively Professionals (Bodie/Doyle).

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Warp and Weft (Good Omens)

After the War (Good Omens)

Resurrected Mice (Good Omens)

MatchMade! (Good Omens)

Just in Time (Ten/Good Omens Crossover)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Always! I'm thrilled whenever anyone takes the time to comment.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably Over Sea, my LotR story which follows Frodo to the Blessed Realm. Its angsty ending comes from the disparity in how time works in Middle Earth vs Aman (much faster in the latter), so that Frodo laments outliving all of those he left behind, though he (and Sam, thanks to the gift of dust and a Mallorn seed given him by Galadriel) is alive at the end.

I live for happy endings. Fanfic is my refuge from the pain of the world and I would never impose an angsty ending on the characters I write (though I might torment them a bit in the body of a story).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? See 6 above. They're ALL happy. :D

8. Do you get hate on fics? The only story I've written in The Avengers universe incited some particularly intense objections because of my take on Tony. Some folks are deeply possessive of their characters and I understand that. Otherwise, no. Thank goodness.

9. Do you write smut? Yeah, I'm one of those who wants to know what's going where, but without being excessively graphic. So, sex scenes for the sake of smuttiness, no. Sex scenes to convey affection and deep emotion, yes.

10. Do you write crossovers? I've done two. An X-Files/Forever Knight, Act Three, that ended up having a surprising amount of plot. The other featured Doctor Who's Leela encountering Escape from New York's Snake Plissken, A Selfish Way to Commit Suicide, which also worked out surprisingly well. (K-9's in it, too!)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Once. A very long time ago. Someone took a Bodie/Doyle fic, reworked a bit of the verbiage, and put it out as a Kirk/Spock story (!). The plagiarist (who was understood to be a very good writer on her own merits), sort of stepped into the shadows until the kerfuffle kerfuffled out. Honestly, it didn't bother me overmuch. I was more surprised by how others in the fandom reacted: there was a surprising amount of heat and fervor on my behalf, bless them.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship? I'm going to be honest and say that it depends on which ship is commanding my attention at the time. I'll always feel a deep fondness for the ships that have gone before, but the current one (now that Good Omens was stabbed in the heart by Neil Gaiman) is Sherlock and John. The writers in this fandom are astonishingly good!

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I have a handful of outlined stories that I will never write, but I only post completed fics.

16. What are your writing strengths? It's important to me that the storytelling is clear, the characters in character, and the dialogue authentic. I can't say that I always achieve that, but I do try very hard to do so.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? There are times when I would say "everything." When the writing is not transparent, when the reader is seeing the mechanics of my writing, then, yeah, that's a weakness. I try to avoid that.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I am so envious of others able to do this. I can't.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Star Trek. A very long time ago.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written? So far, in Sherlock, What It Can Be. Season 4 is an acknowledged insult to the fans, but it also gives rise to a certain compulsion TO FIX; this story deals with the aftermath of Sherlock's drug use and John's abuse of Sherlock in The Lying Detective. In the Good Omens verse, I would have to choose After the War, in which Adam allows Armageddon to proceed, Heaven loses, and Aziraphale is given to Crowley for services rendered. It's actually very dark, with an element of "fuck or die," but in the end they prevail.

I’ll tag @eventhorizon451, if they haven't already been invited.

[one-boring-person]

Italicized "oh" with Snake?

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Oh.

Snake Plissken (Escape From New York/LA) x gn!reader

Warnings: very slight allusion to nsfw

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The bike thrums beneath us as Snake races down the deserted road, guiding the motorcycle expertly past the debris littering the pitted asphalt. My body is pressed firmly against his in the seat, arms wrapped tightly around his middle yo keep myself steady as he swerves around corners, tipping the vehicle as far to the side as he can, clearly enjoying himself. I lean my head against the cool leather of his jacket, trying not to close my eyes as I fight off my irrational fear. No matter how many times he takes me on the bike, I still get afraid of it.

Under my palms, I can feel that his breathing is totally calm, his heartbeat steady through the fabric of his shirt, not betraying his exhilaration in the slightest. I take some solace in that, knowing he's completely at ease, though it does nothing to soothe my own discomfort. Snake knows this, and makes a sincere effort to drive as recklessly as he can, very obviously amused by my fear, though he never does anything to outright endanger us. 

Thankfully, I know our destination is coming up soon, so I allow myself to relax a little. A very brief flush of relief goes through me, though it is short-lived as we continue to speed towards it, the journey not quite over yet. Still, the cramping in my muscles lessens ever so slightly, my grip on the man in front of me loosening. 

That is until Snake decides to gun the engine, sending the bike flying forwards. 

Yelping in terror, I wrap my arms tighter around him, fingers digging into his abdomen as I press closer, seeking safety in the hard lines of his body, my legs pressing against his much harder. Breathing heavily, I squeeze my eyes shut as the bike thunders along the road now, wind howling past our ears, his hair blowing against my forehead. I can feel his own body reacting to the new speed, his pulse starting to pick up as we turn the final corner, racing towards our beaten home. 

It takes me a long moment to open my eyes again once Snake has brought the bike to a screeching halt. It takes me a moment longer to extract myself from his body, and then another moment to shakily climb off of the offending vehicle. Staggering a little, I take a few steps away, before I round on him.

"Don't you ever do that again!" I snap at the man sat astride the bike, his gaze impassive as always.

"I don't think I will." He drawls back, shifting a little.

"You could've killed us! I was scared to death!" I continue to shout at him, until my brain catches up, and I realise what he's said, "Wait, what?"

"I said I don't think I will." He repeats, fixing me with a dark stare.

Frowning, I blink in confusion.

"What do you mean? You're not going to fight me on this?" 

"No."

"Why?"

"Because," He shifts again, looking away with seeming embarrassment, "All your clinging has had a particular effect on me." 

I try to process what he's said, not quite getting it until he stands up, at which point my eyes widen.

"Oh." Is all I can manage.

""Oh" indeed."

[omniversalobservations]

Batman/Fortnite: Zero Point No. 3 (May 2021)

Fortnite Is well known for its absurd amount of crossovers and wacky skins during their seasons. With characters from well-known series like Ellen Ripley from Alien to the Predator in the last season of the game. However, many fans were asking about the inclusion of Samus Aran from Nintendo’s Metroid series, as it was mentioned in passing during the Apple vs. Epic court case. Fan’s might have gotten their answer to the question of Samus’ appearance in the game through a crossover comic between Fortnite and Batman.

During the Epic vs. Apple Trial in the first week of May this year, Epic had brought up new modes and ideas for the game including character skins that were planned for the title, while not confirmed Epic Games was actively reaching out to the IP owners to include them in Fortnite. These characters include but are not limited to: Naruto, Katniss Everdeen from The Hunger Games series of books, Uma Therman’s “The Bride” from Kill Bill, Kurt Russel’s Snake Plissken from Escape from New York, Bruce Willis’ John McClane from Die Hard, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, and Samus Aran. The list also includes multiple names of other characters already added to the game such as Master Chief, Kratos, and Sarah Connor, which means that the possibility of these characters showing up sooner or later is more likely than one might think.

However, the possibility of Samus possibly just increased with the introduction of a new issue in the Batman x Fortnite Comic Zero Point.

Zero Point is a comic collaboration between DC Comics and Epic Games, Featuring characters from batman, including the caped crusader himself. This small series of issues in the comic run parallel with batman’s inclusion in Fortnite before the last season, when the crossover characters were bounty hunters. However, in this version of the comic readers will see batman get pulled through a rift in reality itself. This rift sends batman to the fortnite universe where he has to find his way out, despite having no memory of who he is or where he came from. However, he runs into familiar faces along the way such as Catwoman and Harley Quinn. In the third issue of the comic, Batman is pitted against G.I. Joe’s master ninja, Snake Eyes. Throughout the comic we see Batman and Snake Eyes fight one another before learning how to communicate through hand signals, much to the dismay of the comic’s invisible antagonist. However, in one panel of the comic, fan’s noticed a familiar silhouette in the background of the fight between Batman and Snake Eyes.

A Twitter User by the name of JOURDON a.k.a. @DynamoSuperX made a post pointing out that one the characters in the background happened to look exactly like Samus from Metroid.

“bro, that’s literally a Samus silhouette in this Fortnite comic. guessing we bout to see some huge crossover announcements at E3.”

He Continues to theorize what would come with the possibility that Samus would join the fortnite cast. “and if this means what I think means, smash bros fans bout to be pissed.”

Many other fans began to speculate about the implications of putting Samus in Fortnite, a game almost as big as Super Smash Brothers.

Another user, Bray a.k.a. @braythenerd put out his own prediction about the possible implications in June. “Wham bam prediction time Nintendo and fn [Fortnite] will have something together at e3, Fortnite x smash, Prime 4 info, Samus in fortnite after the direct.”

The possibility that Nintendo and Epic games had made an agreement discussing putting Samus into Fortnite as an exchange for adding some form of Fortnite Representation into smash brothers doesn’t seem unlikely, as Nintendo has launched Fortnite bundles for the Switch, with custom colored Joycon’s and a special skin for the game. However, with Fortnite’s humungous cast of characters on the title, which one would fit the bill to represent the battle royale in Smash Brothers?

Source: eSports Talk

(image via GameSpot)

[one-boring-person]

/Hyper/ specific but maybe a scene where Snake owes the reader money/favors/revenge and they come to collect after the events of efny? Could be interesting to see Snake struggling to cope after the fact (anger, sadness, trying to dull the pain, etc) and coming up against someone who does not care, but take it any way that speaks to you!! Love your writing!

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No Choice.

Snake Plissken (Escape From New York/LA) x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of injury

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"Not now." Snake hates how quiet his voice sounds, the usual impassiveness he's long perfected broken after the ordeal he's been through. 

If the newcomer notices, they don't say anything, remaining sat idly on the chair by the excuse of a vanity table the motel provides for its guests. How they managed to find him is a mystery, but dread fills him at the sight of them, knowing full well why they are here.

"Another excuse?" They lift an eyebrow in the dim light, clearly uncaring as they drag their gaze down his beaten body. Smoke curls from their parted lips, the glowing tip of a cigarette jerking a little as they tap their finger on it, knocking ash to the floor. 

"A pretty fucking valid one." He growls as he stands in the door, wishing he still had his gun loaded, so he could at least threaten them into leaving. As it is he'll have to make do with empty words.

"Enlighten me." That tone, it's hard, indisputable. Clearly telling him it's not worth arguing his case but mocking him by asking anyway. 

"You don't care." Is what he says instead of replying properly.

"No, I don't." They don't deny it. Why should they?

Silence falls on the two for a moment, Snake considering his options as they take another drag from the cigarette, expression completely neutral and unreadable. He regards them carefully, finding himself drawn to the new scars adorning their face - they're shrapnel wounds, not the usual gunfire, the ugly markings looking like grim knots of discoloured skin on their left cheek. It's a striking look, not a bad one but intimidating and somewhat fear-inducing in any case. Nobody except this person has ever managed to evoke fear in him, not properly anyway. 

It's for this reason that he remains on high alert, worried that they might not be alone in the room. 

"What do you want from me?" He asks, even though he knows the answer.

"You know what I want from you." (Y/n) reiterates his thoughts, exhaling another mouthful of smoke into the tense air between them.

Snake shakes his head, "I can't go out again tonight. Not for another week at least. I'm injured too badly."

"Always something to put it off." They click their tongue, moving to stand upright in front of him, "This little favour you promised me isn't going anywhere, Plissken. You owe me and you know it."

"I know, but I physically can't-"

"Bullshit, I know what you're like." They spit in sudden irritation, voice taking a sharp edge, "The only reason you turn things down is because you're too lazy to do them." 

Snake doesn't dare state the other reason for his refusals, too tired to deal with the consequences. 

"Just, please…leave me alone for a week and I'll do it then." He sighs, giving them his most truthful look he can. 

They give him a cruel smile, cocking their head mockingly. 

"Did something go wrong this time? Or why are you so desperate for recovery time?" 

"I'm injured-" He starts, going silent as they wave him off with another click of their tongue.

"That same bullshit." They give him a look of grotesquely false sincerity, "Now, Plissken, I'm not asking nicely anymore. Come with me, or I'll make you. You don't have a choice in this."

His heart sinks at this, shoulders visibly slumping at the realisation that he really doesn't have any choice, and that he has to go out on whatever mission they've got planned for him. 

"Fine." His voice breaks again, eye dropping to the floor as they condescendingly reach over and pat his shoulder.

"Good boy." Their smile is full of cruel poison. 

[one-boring-person]

snake plissken + only one bed? 👀 if you feel so inclined 🥰

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Typical.

Snake Plissken (Escape From New York/LA) x gn!reader

Warnings: smoking

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"Typical." I curse to myself as I see the very thing I had dreaded the most: a single bed for two people.

"What is?" Snake's cool voice comes from behind me, as indifferent as ever.

"That there's only one bed." I gesture to the offending furniture, turning to face him, unsurprised to see him frowning at me, as  he always does, his blue eye dark in the dingy lighting.

He lifts his brow, shrugging off his beaten leather coat as he moves further into the room, chucking it over a chair in the corner. He moves to sit on the same seat, pulling a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it lazily and taking a drag, watching me as smoke curls from his parted lips. I swallow to keep myself from watching his muscular arms flexing as I wait for him to reply.

"I don't have a problem with it." Snake finally shrugs, seemingly leaving the conversation there.

Huffing to myself, I roll my eyes and pull my own coat off, hanging it up before going into the damp bathroom to splash some water on my face. Having done so, I come back into the room, taking note of the fact that Snake hasn't moved and simply watches me with his eye, staying mostly still apart from the movement of his hand to his mouth, and the slight contortion of his jaw as he inhales. Being tired after a long day of trekking across the country, I decide to forgo eating anything and kick my shoes off instead, climbing onto the rickety bed. 

"Night." I murmur, knowing Snake will hear me from across the room, not expecting any response as I pull the thin blanket to my chin.

He grunts, but doesn't say anything, seemingly content to smoke and sit for a while. 

Sighing, I close my eyes and try to sleep, which I soon find to be very difficult. The blanket is far too thin, the cool air from the room around me seeping into me despite my layers of clothing, making goosebumps break out on my skin. I shiver, teeth quickly starting to chatter as I curl in on myself, trying to warm myself up, fruitlessly. It's horrible, the cold enveloping me unbearably quickly and with finality. 

After a short while, I hear a noise of slight irritation, before the sounds of my companion moving to join me on the bed fill the small room. Instinctively, I tense as I feel him climb onto the bed, the man sliding under the covers and filling the space behind me. My tension only increases as I suddenly feel his arms wrap around my middle, pulling me into his broad torso, his body hard against mine.

"Snake? What are you doing?" I question softly, unsure of how to react as he just tightens his grip on me.

"Your shivering was getting annoying." Is all he says, going quiet again.

Warmth begins to seep into me from his body behind me, my muscles automatically relaxing as I get used to lying in his grip. His arms easily wrap around my torso, completely pinning me against him, muscles flexed ever so slightly as he holds me, fingers idly rubbing at my body. A strong odour of sweat, gunpowder and motor oil surrounds him, strong in my nostrils as he presses closer, his nose brushing against the skin at the back of my neck as he slightly bows his head. My body is already getting looser, enjoying being safe in his grip.

"Thanks." I finally say, closing my eyes and leaning back against my friend, feeling more comfortable now.

He doesn't say anything to begin with, making a soft grunt instead until I've just begun to drop off.

"Anytime." Snake's voice is rough in my ears, but reassuring nevertheless.

[one-boring-person]

Lawd please another hot snake plissken x reader fic. I am begging. The simping is real rn

Yes of courseeee! Thank you for requesting!

Good To See You Again.

Snake Plissken (Escape From New York) x reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of injury, slight mention of sexual themes, gun use

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"Shit!" I curse quietly, ducking behind a nearby dumpster as the lunatics scamper past, reminding me all too much of the trolls I read about as a kid. Many of them run low to the ground, sticks and ragged clothing dragging in the dust and glass, their eyes almost all fixed on some point ahead of them. 

It's unnerving to watch, but I steel myself, placing a hand at my belt, just above my pistol, as I scan the area, spying an abandoned cafe nearby, which looks somewhat safer than anywhere else. Making a quick decision, I make sure the coast is clear, before darting as quickly as possible along the side of the wall, feeling over the rough surface for the door, my eyes fixed on the odd people across from me. Grazes appear on the soft skin of my ungloved palm, the dull sting going unnoticed by me in my haste to get to relative safety, my hand suddenly jerking backwards as I find the entrance. 

Suppressing the burst of relief in me, I back into the dark interior, making one of the biggest mistakes someone with my level of training can make: not checking the room itself.

Instantly, I find myself pinned to a nearby table, my body bent nearly in half over the rickety structure, a chest pressed flush against me. Grunting, I go to fight back, my hands coming up to slap at my attacker's face, only for my hands to be snapped back down against the table, a strong grip appearing around my throat. Breathing limited, I have to surrender to them, stopping my struggle as I glare up at my captor, taking in the mane of hair crowning their head, as well as the very familiar scowl in place on their lips.

"S-Snake?" I gasp out, whimpering as his grip tightens around my neck again.

In the stark light of the street lights outside, the man's expression remains venomous for a moment, his one good eye searching my face for recognition, which is when I realise the new wounds I've sustained in the last few hours probably aren't helping. Under his stare, I feel myself getting hot, having always found myself enjoying the sensation of being on the receiving end of his gaze. 

With him so close I can feel his breath on my lips in combination with the lack of air reaching my head, I find that my head is totally scrambled, struggling to articulate something coherent.

"Plissken, it's me, (Y/n). (Y/n) (Y/l/n)." I wheeze out from under his hold on me.

"Yeah, I remember you." The soldier hisses back at me, somewhat coldly.

"Feel like letting me go any time soon?" I lift an eyebrow, trying to move in his grip again.

Wordlessly, he stands up, taking me with him, keeping our bodies close together as he releases my hands. It takes him a minute longer, but he eventually removes his hand from my throat, stepping back, just in time for the first lunatics to come running into the abandoned structure. 

Alert, my hand flies to my gun, only for me to have to tell myself to stop, knowing I need to save rounds. Snake isn't so careful, letting loose a volley of shots at the blood-thirsty maniacs as he moves to escape, pulling me with him. Shaking off his grip, I fall into step behind him as he dodges around some of our attackers, leading me further into the shop. Once in the backroom, we stop, glancing around for a way out, which I find in the form of an old window. Gesturing to it, I wait for Snake to smash through it before I push ahead and clamber through the dangerous hole. 

Once through it, I grab hold of a metal walkway above my head, straining my muscles to hold me up, away from the frenzied lunatics. Swinging myself forwards, I pull myself up and onto the walkway, leaning down to help Snake up as he emerges seconds after me. Gripping my hand, the soldier uses my hand to pull himself up, the two of us swiftly racing down the new alley, until the walkway runs out. 

Eyes wide, I take a step back, glancing behind us. Already, a large crowd of the maniacs have managed to follow us up onto the walkway and are swiftly gaining on us. My heart pounds in my chest at the sight of them all, my throat feeling tight. 

I don't have long to dwell on this, however, as an arm suddenly wraps around my waist, yanking me into a hard body before the walkway disappears from under our feet. Crying out in surprise, it's all I can do to hold onto him, wrapping my arms and legs around him as we fall through the air, his grip on me tight. We're not in the air long - after a few seconds, our bodies crash into the hard pavement a little way away from the barricade in the centre of the alley. Pain erupts in my arms and chest, though it is cushioned by Snake as he rolls to protect me, a habit he's somehow managed to sustain over the years we've been apart, the breath leaving me from the rough impact. 

Snake grunts loudly, his arms tightening around me as we finally come to a rest, my body lying on top of his. Catching our breaths, we remain pressed against each other for a long moment, his hands idly stroking over my back, mine resting comfortably on his chest. Finally, I realise exactly what position we're in, blushing furiously as I roll off of him. Silently, he watches me do so, slowly sitting upright again. 

"We've gotta get moving." He mutters lowly, sounding apprehensive as he stares back the way we came.

Frowning, I follow his gaze, groaning as I see the lunatics starting to ready themselves to jump the barricade, too. Painfully, we climb to our feet, turning on our heels and running down the road, sticking to the sidewalks, in the shadows, to avoid being seen by anyone else, only to stop in our tracks as a yellow cab pulls up out of nowhere. 

From inside, a cheerful voice calls out:

"Where you headed?"

*

My heart pounds in my chest as we finally reach the wall, the bridge behind us seeming so easily dealt with now as the towering cement structure looms over us. Ahead of us, the president hobbles messily, the entitled asshole uncaring of the death and destruction in his wake, leaving Snake and I to limp after him. The soldier leans heavily on my shoulder, his leg clearly paining him as we near the freedom we've earned. 

Reaching the pile of wrecked vehicles pushed up against the base of the wall, Snake and I break apart to climb up, each of us taking different paths up the unstable hill. Every few seconds, my foothold gives out, and I slip down a little, shredding my knees and palms on the jagged metal and glass, blood coating my hands. Gritting my teeth, I fight through the new pain, hearing the fast approach of the Duke behind us, his gun most definitely ready and aimed at us. 

Having made it to the top, Snake and I busy ourselves with helping the president into the harness thrown down by the guards above us. In mere seconds, the oversight politician is ascending to safety, leaving the two of us behind to deal with the problem of our hearing enemy. Thankfully, the president's removal doesn't take long, and the harness is dropped again, ready for us to use. 

"(Y/n), go!" Snake pushes me towards the harness, steadying himself as he watches the Duke getting closer and closer.

"What about you? Your time-" I try to argue, only for him to turn and glare at me, his face set in a furious mask.

"Go!" He snaps, watching as I reluctantly buckle myself into the rope, tugging on it to tell them I'm ready to come up. 

With a sense of dread, I feel myself start to rise up the wall, barely able to hold on with my shredded hands, my eyes fixed on the soldier below. He's struggling to stay upright by now, barely managing to avoid the barrage of bullets that spew from the Duke's gun as he finally comes into range.

A shout of fear escapes me as I see Snake leap from the tower of cars, making his way over to the enemy just as I am pulled over the side of the wall. 

I yank the harness off of myself, trying to return to the wall to look over, only to cry out in anger and protest as another guard comes over and pulls me away, carrying me off to the medical car to see to my wounds. Tense, I sit through the medics faffing about with me, cleaning the gashes on my hands and knees, plastering bandages over the worst ones.

Jaw clenched, I stare at the wall, only looking away when some guy shines a torch into my eyes, testing my reflexes. Just as he does so, a loud burst of gunfire explodes from the top of the wall, and a shout of urgency ripples up from the nearby officers. Snapping my head back round to face the commotion, I can only watch in anxious fear as Snake's battered body limps hurriedly towards another medic, a little way away. 

Once there, the medic places two devices on either side of his neck, but not until after Snake has handed over the tape, the soldier practically trembling with fear and panic now. With bated breath, I watch as the medic steps back and the soldier lifts his watch, staring at it as it counts down. When he doesn't immediately blow up, a flood of relief rushes through me, allowing the nurses and doctors to fix me up a little better now. 

It takes a little while, but eventually, they let me go, and I climb to my feet, shaking as I hobble off to find Snake again, the man having left in search of the president. It doesn't take me too long to find him, and he looks somewhat pleased to see me as I call out his name. Approaching me, he lights a cigarette, offering one to me as we make our way towards the nearby buildings, intending to leave and not come back. Declining, I smirk as he fixes me with a dark gaze, a certain need flaring to life within me.

Walking right past Hauk, we continue on towards the nearest building, going to leave around the side of it just as we near the president's speech going live. I can't help the broadening of my smirk as I shift myself, aware of exactly what is about to happen. 

Passing by the side of the building, I once again find myself pinned in place by Snake, the soldier pressing me into the wall. His hands grip my hips hard, his own bucking forwards to move over mine, teasing me as he leans in close, lips barely touching mine, breath dancing on my face. I lift my hands to his hair, carding my fingers through the long golden locks, gazing into his darkened stare. 

"It's good to see you again, (Y/n)." He grins, before leaning in properly, crushing his lips against mine.

Melting under the passionate touch, I moan and kiss back, pressing myself as close to his body as I can, my eyes falling closed as his hands start to roam over my body. His palms cross over my hips and ass, squeezing and kneading at the soft flesh, one hand coming up to take hold of one of my breasts, drawing breathy sighs from me, which he swallows hungrily. Groaning, I rocks his hips into mine, licking at my lips as he forces us even closer to the wall. Eagerly, I open up for him, letting his tongue dip into my mouth. Instantly, he starts to explore every part he can reach, sliding against my own tongue, his hands moving to push up under my shirt. 

Snake's scent surrounds me, the potent reek of metal, blood and sweat nearly overpowering the more masculine musk I always used to love, drawing an appreciative groan from me as he moulds his body around mine. I can feel one of his hands trailing south, fingers pressing insistently against my soft skin, pushing right past the waistband of my combat trousers. My hips buck into his at the touch, the man swallowing my every noise as he slides his hand down my trousers, feeling around, pleasure flooding me at the touch. 

Suddenly he pulls back, taking his hand from my trousers, something held triumphantly in his grip. Smirking, he gazes at me, my features gradually reddening. 

"Clever." Snake chuckles, pulling away to destroy the tape. 

"I thought so." I pant, trying to recover from the previous moment. 

He only smiles, unravelling the magnetic tape and snapping the plastic in half, before he reaches out an arm and pulls me into his side, his lips close to my ear.

"Come on, let's finish this somewhere private." He smirks, "I want to see how quickly I can get you to come undone.".

Blushing at his words, I can only nod as he leads me off, my body finally relaxing into his grip.

[one-boring-person]

Requested by: @80s4life

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What I Did To You.

Snake Plissken (Escape From New York/LA) x reader

Warnings: violence, injury, swearing, gun use

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I have my gun levelled at his head before I've even closed the door properly, my face drawn into a fierce scowl, eyes blazing with anger. Every muscle in my body goes tense, my hand unwavering as I hold the weapon up, my leg throbbing in memory pain. Across from me, the intruder remains stood silently, his eye fixed on mine, his own hand still resting at his hip, ready to draw his pistol at any point.

"Hello to you, too." He greets me in the quiet way he always used to, his lips barely moving.

Frown deepening, I push the door behind me closed without looking at it, keeping my gun aimed at his head as I look him over. Not for the first time, he's covered in a light layer of grime, his brown leather jacket darkened in places by the dirt and lightened in others by the fraying, his boots caked in dust from the wasteland outside. His golden mane of hair is slightly dulled from exposure to the unforgiving sun outside and falls into his eyepatch, flicked out of the way every so often by a jerk of the head. A shadow of a stubble covers his chin, as it always has, disguising a few new scars I've not seen before...as well as one I know very well. Other than that, Snake Plissken has not changed at all.

My eyes narrow, grip on the gun tightening.

"Leave." Is all I say, shifting my weight onto my other foot.

"You used to have such nice manners." Snake's lip curls, the soldier taking a step towards me.

Instantly, I flick my thumb over the flintlock.

"Leave." I repeat, pulling the hammer down as the gun makes a dull clicking sound.

"No." He moves closer, standing so the gun is inches from his chest.

"You've got a lot of nerve coming here." I growl, oh so tempted to pull the trigger, "I don't know why you don't keep your distance."

A cruel smirk creeps onto his lips, eye narrowing as his head tilts to the side.

"Trust me, I didn't want to come here, either." He reassures me, "But I have no choice."

"I'm giving you a choice. Leave, or I'll introduce some lead into your diet." I retort, ignoring the burn in my arm from holding it outstretched. At this point, it's the only thing keeping us separated.

"I'll pass on both." Snake snorts, shooting a dismissive glance at the handgun pointed at his throat - now that he's standing closer, my aim only really comes up to his chest and neck, "Put the gun away."

I nearly laugh at him then, another surge of anger going through me.

"You're in no position to order me around. Not anymore." I practically snarl at him, keeping the gun where it is.

"Suit yourself. I came to ask for your help, the least you could do is be civil." He replies coldly, glaring at me now.

Again, the urge to laugh in his face goes through me.

"You came here to ask for my help?" I repeat, cocking my head in disbelief at the sheer balls of the man, "You really need to leave before I pull this trigger."

"(Y/n), we both know if you wanted me dead, I'd be bleeding out on the floor already." He points out, unimpressed.

"Maybe I'm waiting for an apology first."

This seems to catch him off guard.

"An apology?" He repeats, frowning in confusion, "For what?"

It takes all I have not to lunge at him and throttle the handsome bastard's neck in my hands, my leg flaring up in pain at the reminder.

"You know damn well what for." I growl at him, shifting off of my leg again, rubbing at it unconsciously.

Snake's eyes follow my movement, realisation dawning on him.

"I already apologised for that." He says quietly, clearly remembering back to the time I'm referring to.

It still plagues me, that one last operation we'd had to do together. Three years ago, back when we were still working together on jobs, good at what we did, the perfect partnership...except for Snake's tendency to protect his ego. It had been horrible that night, rain pelting the ground as we moved on the abandoned construction site, mud slicking our boots and trousers, foggy air making it impossible to see anywhere. I had told Snake we shouldn't go that day,  that it would be better to wait until another, clearer night, but he insisted on the raid. He'd told me that he'd "been in worse" and that this was nothing, so we took our guns, knives and other equipment, and headed out into the wastelands to deal with the threat.

At first, everything had been fine: we'd managed to get in with no problem, creeping around the perimeter, taking out guards as we went, bodies sodden and filthy now, freezing under our light jackets. It was only as we moved to go further into the site that disaster had struck. Suddenly, gunfire was tearing into the ground inches away from us, driving us back behind an old container box, flashes of light appearing in the milky fog around us, our vision obscured by the sheeting rain, the mud making it hard to retreat. We later found out we'd been ratted out to the terrorists occupying the site, and they'd set up a trap for us, hounding us from the place with rifles spewing bullets at us the entire way. We had been close to escaping.

Then I slipped on a landmine.

All of a sudden, I was flying forwards through the air, agony erupting in my left leg as the flash of light and flames exploded behind me, my body crashing to the floor seconds later. Winded and incapable of moving thanks to the pain lancing through me from my leg, I had screamed out to Snake, hoping for him to return to me, the smell of burning flesh soon flooding my nostrils as my foot caught in the blaze. Howling in agony, I had tried to pull myself out, my fingers scrabbling at the slick mud in desperation, only for the pain to become too overbearing. I had looked for Snake, only to see the back of his head disappearing towards our getaway vehicle, paying no mind to me. It was then that I blacked out, my heart drowning in betrayal and hurt.

For a week or so, I'd been held captive by the terrorists, tortured sometimes, my wounds left to fester, bones shattered and out of place, burns turning ugly over the time. Eventually, another team had been sent in to rescue me, the group getting me out before it got too far. Taken to a hospital, it took me weeks to recover, every muscle and bone in my left leg needing to be reformed almost completely, surgeries being done near-daily to realign them all, the skin basically unsalvageable. I'd had four different skin grafts from various parts of my body, only to leave the limb looking twisted and mangled, basically useless to me until I was encouraged to learn how to use it again. That entailed another half a year of time spent working on getting it to full use again, and even now I can't go nearly as far as I used to. Every so often, the leg throbs, memory pain still hounding me since the day I got the wounds themselves, but I suppose I got off lucky: the surgeons hadn't expected me to make it through.

All of that because of Snake's ego.

His apology? A note sent to me whilst I was unconscious in the hospital.

"You and I have a very idea of what an apology is. Especially for something that kept me bedridden for months." I bite out, heart aching now at the memory, "Especially for someone who left me to die."

Snake purses his lips, swallowing tightly.

"I thought you did die." He says, much quieter now, eye roaming my body guiltily.

"You heard my screams. There's no way you didn't." I reply harshly, reminded again of the raw-throated shrieks for help.

He winces, looking down at his feet now, his fists clenched at his sides.

"I didn't think you'd make it. If I went back, I wouldn't have gotten out." He murmurs, sounding somewhat saddened by what he's saying.

"You wanna know how long it took those fuckers to get to me? Fifteen minutes. Fifteen! There was more than enough time!" I spit at him, face twisted in anger.

Once again, he winces at my words, only now realising the extent of what he did.

"And even when you knew I was alive, when I was in hospital, you couldn't even be asked to come and apologise in person. You sent a damn note." I shake my head, looking at him in disgust, "You're a coward. A spineless coward. Why didn't you at least show your face? Why? Why did you leave me to face the pain on my own?"

"Because I couldn't face it! I couldn't face seeing you there, lying in a hospital bed, all doped up, cut-up and bruised because of me! I couldn't face seeing you nearly crippled because of my stupid fucking pride!" Snake finally snaps, voice strained as his eye returns to my face, pain clouding the blue depth, "I thought I got you killed, (Y/n)! I could barely live with myself because of it!"

"Then why wait until now to find me? Why not come sooner?" I question, voice tense.

"I didn't think I'd be able to face you so angry and upset. I cared - care - so much about you, (Y/n), you have no idea how hard this is for me. I've lived with this guilt for so long." He fumbles for words, unable to voice his feelings as he always has been.

"How hard this is for you? Do you have any- argh!" I cut off in pain. As I was speaking, I'd stepped forwards, my leg sending a shock of agony through me as I'd done so, making me stumble forwards.

Snake moves closer, catching me before I can connect with the floor, his arms secure around me as my hands come to rest on his muscular chest. Blushing at the proximity, I try to ignore the butterflies in my stomach, pushing off of him to sit on a nearby chair, dropping the gun to the floor. Stretching out the affected leg, I sigh in frustration, the anger residing into the same loneliness I've always felt since I got the wounds that have left me like this.

Snake watches me silently, expression pained as he finally speaks.

"Can I...can I see? Please, I want to know what I did to you."

Surprised, I give him a sceptical look, before I hesitantly start to pull my trousers down over my legs. His eye widens at the sight of the limb, lips parting slightly.

Gnarled scar tissue crawls up my leg, discoloured and tight, appearing somewhat ghostly in the light of the room. Snake stares at it in horror, grief swiftly clouding his eye now as he falls to his knees in front of me, hands lifting to hover over it. He flicks his eye up to me, asking for permission, to which I nod, gasping as he removes his gloves and gently places his hands on the sensitive skin, a shiver going up my spine. Ever so carefully, Snake runs his palms over the scars, feeling them over with hesitant fingers, his expression becoming more and more open.

After a while, he looks up, pained eye meeting mine.

"God, (Y/n), I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry..." He grasps my hips, pushing his head into my abdomen as he wraps me into an awkward embrace, murmuring apologies over and over. Shocked, I hesitantly place my hands on his head, threading my fingers through his soft hair. An old tenderness springs into life within me, reminding me of why I used to stay with him, and what his riendship used to mean to me. Over the years, I had tried to forget it, but it's impossible - as he holds me close now, I realise I've missed him more than I'd ever let myself admit.

Snake pulls away after a few more minutes, caressing my hip as he looks up at me, thoughtful now.

"What job was it you needed help with?" I ask him quietly, twisting a strand of his hair between my fingers, "I'll work with you, if you drop the ego act."

He looks surprised and glad, a smallsile pulling at his lips.

"Of course." He promises, looking away again bashfully, "I only kept it up to impress you."

I blink in surprise.

"To impress me?" I repeat dumbly.

"Yeah, I, err, I've always felt the need to. Wanted to impress you so you'd consider going out with me." He admits, blushing furiously.

I blink again, head tilting in curiosity.

"Wait, what?"

"I always wanted to go out with you. Always." He chuckles, swallowing, "I've always loved you."

"You...you love me?!"

"Yeah, I do." Snake nods, biting his lip.

"Wow..." My voice trails off in surprise, unable to compute what he's saying, "I wish you'd told me sooner."

He frowns.

"What do you mean?"

I smile sheepishly at him.

"I've always had a thing for you, too. I just never thought you even liked me full stop."

"Really?!" He looks astonished.

"Yeah, really."

He's quiet for a moment, until a cunning smirk crosses his lips.

"In that case..." Snake leans up and connects our lips, kissing me softly but passionately.

A quiet moan escapes me, my lips moving instinctively against his, kissing him back in relief. His lips are chapped, but I can't find it in me to care as I pull his head closer to me, smiling as he pulls my body into him, his chest pressed firmly against my abdomen. In his arms, I can feel the pain of the last few years starting to slip away, still hooked deeply into me but starting to lessen, my eyes falling closed with the movement of his lips.

He finally pulls away, a content smile on his face, eye taking my expression in.

"So what's this job?" I breathe out, stroking his hair.

He grins lazily.

"Ever thought about going to LA?"

[one-boring-person]

Call Me Snake.

Snake Plissken (Escape From New York/LA) x reader

Warnings: fighting, violence, mention of death, vague sexual themes

Context: the reader is a fighter for Cuervo and has to take on Snake when he is caught.

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With one last kick to the jaw, my opponent falls to the floor, blood pouring from his nose and split lip, eyes going flat as his conscience leaves him. Sighing, I straighten and nudge his large body with one foot, flexing my painful knuckles as I place my boot on the man's beaten head, turning my gaze to the surrounding crowd. All around, the gun-wielding gangsters are screaming and cheering my name - my stage name that is- clearly baying for blood. Hesitant to give them what they want, I look to the leader, Cuervo, waiting for his response. 

Blank-faced, I watch as the man ruminates for a moment, taking note of the woman beside him, who whispers to him in confused excitement. Vaguely, I recognise her face; the president's daughter, Utopia or something similar. She's dressed more like one of the inmates now, which, from my position, I admire a little, knowing it must look better than whatever her totalitarian father made her wear. 

I don't have much time to debate this, however, as Cuervo stands and lifts a hand, bringing it down in a gesture we all know. 

Clenching my jaw, I reach down and grab the fallen man's chin, placing my foot on his back to keep his body in place. With a sharp jerk, I snap his neck, killing him quickly. Instantly, a roar surges from the crowd, shouts of both disappointment and excitement mingling in the cacophonous sound. The gates to the cage open briefly, four guards rushing in with their guns raised at me.

Keeping a steady expression, I back off, going to lean back against the fence, breathing deeply. I'm exhausted by now, having been fighting for the last two hours or so, as I do most nights. My knuckles are bloody, body bruised and aching, limbs feeling heavy as I move - I'm not sure how much longer I can go, though I know I have no choice. I just hope my next opponent is another easy one, as I watch my previous one being dragged from the cage. 

Languidly, I adjust my shirt and trousers, straightening them over the revealed parts of my skin, where the man from before pulled and tore at my clothing. Bending down, I tighten the laces of my boots, standing in time to see the guards bringing in another opponent. Taking a deep breath, I run hand through my hair, brushing the strands from my face as I roll my shoulders and stretch out my sore muscles, praying to god they won't give out on me now. As I look back, however, I do a double take, not quite able to believe what I'm seeing.

I never thought I'd see the lean frame of the golden-haired man across from me again, and from the very slight widening of his good eye, neither did he. He's in good shape for someone who's supposed to be dead, and I can only bite back the dread I feel as I realise this will be much harder than it could've been.

Taking a breath to calm myself, I ignore the niggling voice at the back of my head, reminding me of my previous attraction to the ex-soldier, remembering the reason for our separation instead. A burst of anger revives my energy a little and I bounce on the soles of my feet as Cuervo starts to play to the audience again, introducing the fight to them all as if it were some great spectacle. Neither I nor my opponent listen, rather staring each other down, expressions blank.

"Plissken." I mutter in greeting, "The dead walking."

A tight smirk flashes across his lips briefly before vanishing again.

"(Y/l/n). I could say the same about you." Snake replies, voice as quiet as ever, smooth and cutting.

I don't reply, readying myself instead as Cuervo comes to a halt, pausing for dramatic suspense. Snake copies me, the two of us glaring at each other as we wait for the fight to begin.

After a long moment, Cuervo commands us to begin, the crowd screaming as we start to move. 

At first, we simply edge around each other, feet moving softly over the dusty ground, fists held up to protect our faces, bodies tense. I make the first move, breaking our deadlock with an experimental jab to his ribs. He's quick to dodge, torso twisting out of my way as he brings his elbow down on my back on my way past. Grunting, I stumble but don't fall, spinning in time to miss a blow thrown at me, which I counter by using my momentum, throwing my body into a rotating kick. Leaving the ground, I manage to reach his head-height, my boot connecting hard with his cheek. Somewhere inside me, I feel a little sorry for doing so, but I push this aside, readying myself for his inevitable counter attack.

I don't have to wait long. Snake is back up in an instant, lunging at me with a flurry of sharp, powerful punches and jabs at my body, which I struggle to fend off, my arms aching from the continuous blows. Gritting my teeth, I drop to the floor, under his lunches and surge back upwards, headbutting him in the chin as I go. Pain blooms in my skull, but I ignore it, using Snake's momentary surprise to land a strong punch right to his sternum and stomach, throwing him backwards. Following after the stumbling man, I kick and punch at him, driving him to the ground. 

Backing off, I watch as he staggers back to his feet, blue eye blazing with anger now as he examines me. Under his watchful gaze, I feel myself adjust to hide the very evident exhaustion limiting my strength and speed, though it is becoming very difficult to ignore totally. My breathing comes hard and fast, my shoulders heaving with every inhale and exhale, blood dripping from a cut above my eyebrow from a previous fight. 

He doesn't let me recover, running at me with speed, lips pulled back over a determined grimace. Participating his next move, I sidestep to avoid him, only to realise, too late, that I fell right into his trap: he already accounted for this movement. In seconds, his body collides with mine, sending us both crashing painfully to the floor, the wind leaving me as I land on painful ribs and bruises. Crying out in shock, I try to move under his grip, but he holds me steady, his fists soon connecting with my face in quick succession, agony blossoming out around my nose and cheeks, my vision obscuring under tears and blood. 

Feebly, I lift my legs, wrapping them around his head with a grunt of exertion, yanking his head back down with force, pulling him to the ground. With my weight behind it, the move brings Snake down hard onto the floor, his grip on me evaporating as I roll off over the top of him. Climbing to my feet, I spit out a mouthful of blood before going to kick him, landing one blow to his chest until he catches my foot, using all of his strength to throw me backwards. Caught off-balance, I end up stumbling backwards, falling to my ass a little way away, where I lie for a brief moment, winded and tired. 

Forcing myself to stand again, I charge shakily at the steady soldier, not quite surprised as he simply grabs hold of me and throws me, my body crashing roughly to the floor across from him. 

Through the fog in my head, I can hear the crowd cheering Snake's name, defeat rising in me as I try to push myself upright again, only for a strong booted foot to smash into my chest, jerking me back a few metres as my body rolls. Dizzy and disoriented, I barely have time to acknowledge I've come to a stop before I'm being lifted again. This time, Snake slams me into the ground, a hand on my throat as he crouches over me, a grimace on his face. 

Trembling from the pain, I stare up at him, accepting what is undoubtedly my fate, ignoring the slight excitement I get from seeing him hover over me as he is, the hand around my throat not scaring me nearly as much as it should. He scowls down at me, pinning me with his body as he leans down, his hair caging us in as he gets so close I can feel his lips brushing mine. Swallowing, I limply grab at his hand, but he simply locks them in place with his knees, holding me securely. Breathing in his scent, I find myself finally glad that he's actually here - at least I'll die at the hands of someone who has earned their victory.

Now, however, I can see the hardened resolve cracking a little, his breaths fanning out over my face as he observes me, ignoring the crowd outside the cage. His grip around my throat tightens, my own breathing becoming more and more difficult now. He leans in even further, whispering in my ear.

"Come with me." 

I don't need any time to decide. 

"Hell yes." I agree, before I reach up and pull his head down to mine, connecting our lips.

Giving in to my urges, I kiss him hard and fast, moaning as he groans and reciprocates, his hands moving to grip my hips and pull me up into him, pressing us as close together as possible. Messily, he licks at my lips, eagerly sliding the slick muscle inside as I open my mouth for him, exploring at will. Hands roaming, Snake feels over every part of me he can reach, gripping and groping at every curve, each touch making me moan more and more into his mouth. It's only as his hips grind down into mine that I remember where we are.

Pulling away, I have to bite back another bout of pleasure inside me as I see the string of saliva connecting us, his pupil blown as he stares down at me. Slowly, a smirk creeps onto his face.

"I look forward to finishing what we started." The soldier purrs down to me, kissing my cheek messily before climbing to his feet, helping me up.

In doing so, Snake pulls me into him, leaning in to nibble my earlobe as he whispers to me.

"Ready to get out of here?" He questions, grip tightening on me.

"As I'll ever be." I respond, grinning.

"Good. Let's go." He gestures for me to follow him, "Oh, and call me Snake."