#soldier boy x male oc

[a1ecmcdowell]

THE REAPERㅤㅤ—ㅤㅤPUT IT IN A PIPE & SMOKE IT!

THE REAPER disappeared off the face of the planet in the 20th century. SOLDIER BOY is the only one who holds the answers. A WAITING GAME ensues to see which, if either, makes it out of the depths of the unknown first.

includes, cole being cuntyㅤㅤㅤguys they're both so sassy i can'tㅤㅤㅤlike shut up and kiss wtfㅤㅤㅤfrederick vought ment EWWW

word count : 1k

notes, this one is so short but it is actually the chapter that even inspired me to keep writing this fic fun fact. like i reread it and was like YOOOOO RTGFJKFDJH THEM INTERACTING IS JUST SO FUN I FEAR

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02.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSIX MONTHS LATER.

ㅤㅤㅤSOLDIER BOY RETURNS HOME AFTER OVER A YEAR IN SERVICE.

COLE SHOVES THE newspaper back into the display, albeit much more aggressively than was necessary. The paper is fiercely wrinkled in the corner from where he clutched it too tightly, more wrinkles dawning the grainy photo captured of Soldier Boy. 

His mouth curves downwards in a deep frown. Ben was probably up in the Vought Tower already, Cole figures, getting pats on the back from higher-ups and more badges than one man needs. 

He should maybe not be so cynical about his coworker’s return. Should, perhaps, even be grateful when looking at it from the lens of a man who once served alongside Ben Anderson. 

Cole Granger was never really one for looking at the positive sides of things, though, and Ben Anderson did nothing but stir up trouble in the mundane life that Cole managed to build for himself with his newfound trials. 

Luckily, Cole’s life extends farther than just detesting the man he’s stuck with as a colleague. Much farther, because if all panned out according to its set schedule, Cole wouldn’t even see him that day. Would just hear of him. Hear lots of him. Wherever Soldier Boy went, his ego went ten feet ahead first. 

Cole shoves open the tall glass doors to the Vought-American tower, stepping into the main lobby. The receptionist, Beth, smiles at him in the way that most people do now; awe-filled, inspiredly uninspired. 

“Here for Dr. Vought?” she asks, turning her eyes down to the notepad in front of her. It’s a useless question. Cole is hardly here anymore when it’s not for that man. 

Still, he smiles politely, props himself up with his hands wrapped around the tall edged countertop of her granite desk. “The one-and-only.” 

Beth hums in response, flipping through her stacks of papers scattered freely across her desk. “Well, he’s got Stratostorm right now, as I’m sure you’re aware—” 

“Fully,” Cole says, fingers tapping on the granite. 

“But they should be wrapping up now.” She crosses something off on the top sheet. Cole’s eyes flit down, see his name is the subject of the ink’s wrath. “I will go ahead and let him know you’ve arrived, Reaper.” 

Below his name, he sees, before she gathers the stack of papers into her arms and rises from her seat, is Soldier Boy, 3:30 pm. 

Isn’t that just wonderful.

Cole steps back from the desk, his hand falling to the pocket at his side, blindly grabbing for a cigarette and lighter he kept on him. He hated smoking anymore, found it pretty much useless with how quickly he healed, but couldn’t help it on the days like today where he felt the bitter annoyance festering inside of him. 

He sticks the cigarette between his lips and lights it, inhales deeply, savors the split second relief that comes from the nicotine. He fingers idly at the lighter, flipping the metal case open and closed. Click. Click. 

“Finally realized your life is a fucking joke, did you?” a voice speaks up from the glass doors, one that instinctively sends his eyes rolling. “Standing down here, pouting like some sort of piss baby.” 

“Welcome home, Ben,” Cole breathes, the smoke leaving a gray trail out of his lips. “Really was hoping you’d die this time.” 

Ben stands in the center of Vought-American’s lobby, hands tossing up in a shrug. His mask is tugged over his face but it does not hide the arrogant smirk pulled on his lips. “Sorry to disappoint, Reaper.” 

Cole lets out a little hum of a noise. Apology accepted. 

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Cole says eventually, taking another drag of the cigarette. “Not til 3:30.” 

“Counting the minutes until you can see me?” Ben asks, and it’s enough — really, it is — for Cole to want to blow his head off. If only. If only, if only, if only. 

The shadows in the darkened part of the room, untouched by the sunlight and the fluorescents above, perk up at this thought. Of course they do. 

Cole doesn’t say anything, though, and as usual, Ben takes it as a sign to fill the silence with his own voice. 

“Vought pushed my appointment up,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. As if Cole was supposed to know that that, along with every other dynamic in his life, was shifting also, at the arrival back of Soldier Boy. “To make sure all’s still well after, you know, ending a war.” 

“Right,” Cole says dismissively, lifting a booted foot to smash the cherry of the cigarette out on it. “Wouldn’t want America’s sweetheart out of commission from fucking and dumping, now, would we?” 

Ben’s smile becomes more venomous. He takes a step closer to Cole, probably with the intent to throw him into a wall, to instigate their first physical fight since being home. But he is interrupted by the door to the stairway tossing open, and Beth stumbling back into the lobby.

She glances between the both of them, eyebrows furrowed in surprise and, well, horror. 

“Oh!” She manages to get out, voice a bit strangled. Her eyes dart between the both of them like she’s already prepared to ring for the insurance company for the damages. “Reaper, he’s ready for you.”

Ben’s charm clicks back into place, and it’s all Cole can do to not roll his eyes out of his head at the way he swivels in place, the way his smile dimples into a flirtatious smirk.

“I’ll be going with him, actually, sweetheart,” he adds, walking up to Beth’s desk. Crowding over her. Giving her no other option than to hear the request and accept it, really. “Change of plans, you know how things get…” 

Cole doesn’t stop to wait for Ben, though. He’s already to the stairs, already disappearing into the doorway. He’s a bit of a masochist, he’s heard, but not enough to subject himself to Ben’s flirting, and definitely not enough to want to walk alongside him. 

Because, truthfully? Fuck Soldier Boy. Put that one in a pipe and smoke it.

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[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

Love After Death

Yandere Skeleton x Fem Reader

I’m obsessed with Kate Bush’s song ‘Army Dreamers.’ So I decided to write a story about a soldier who died during a war, but he came back to life just to fulfill his promise of coming home to his lover…

There was a Great War many years ago between monsters and humans. A war that took countless innocent lives all due to the human’s greed. A war that took the life of your lover, Zered. Your childhood sweetheart.

Zered was a young sorcerer from the magic tower. A prodigy and pioneer of magic with a heart of gold. He was the man you had planned to spend the rest of your life with. You wanted to run your fingers through those blonde curls until the two of you were balding and wrinkly. To look into those sea foam eyes until you couldn’t. To press soft kisses against his full lips until your lungs burned. You loved that man more than anything in this world… but the war took him from you.

Zered may have died a hero of the empire, but you couldn’t help the bitterness that seeped its fingers into your heart. Your beloved was no nothing more of a war story. A great sorcerer who was able to take down the dragon enemies to give time for reinforcements to arrive. A war hero. And they couldn’t even bring a single remain of him back to you…

You sighed as you sipped on some homemade ale. Your eyes glanced at the sun’s rays that danced across the hay fields in sorrow. This was the cottage the two of you were going to live in for the rest of your days. The one you’d start a family in that was now cold and empty. It didn’t matter that the sun hit it perfectly each time, Zered wasn’t here.

You rock back and forth in the rocking chair. The birds weren’t singing their melodic tunes like they normally did. Which was odd. Why weren’t the birds singing- you almost screamed when you see a dark figure slink through the meadow towards your cabin. What on earth was an undead doing here?!

You quickly sprang up from your chair and fell over since you were a bit tipsy. Crap. Crap. Crap! You needed to head inside before that creature got to you.

You let out a shrill shriek of terror when the skeleton stood in your porch. Its red eyes stared into your very soul as it tilted its head to the side. Oh god… this was it. This was the end. You were going to be ripped apart by this hideous creature-

You went still when the creature threw itself into your arms as it released weeping noises. The skeleton whined and shook as its arms wrapped around your body in a tight hug.

“H-home. I… home.” The skeleton’s voice was a spin chilling rasp. A small tuft of blonde on its head showed that it was once human.

What did it mean by being home- wait. This cousin possibly be?

“Zered?” You gasped when the skeleton pressed its teeth onto your cheek like it wanted for press a kiss against your cheeks. “Zered, what happened?”

“Home… home.” Zered was barely to rasp out legible words. The skeleton cupped your face in its palms. “Love you… I home.”

[intynidad]

yayayayayayayya!

Imagine a Soldier, a DILF,Huge, muscular, and so intimidating! But there are a few drawbacks.. He is VERY possessive and overprotective! (Yandere)

He can’t see you with another man! Or even the thought of a man breathing in your direction is enough for him to throw a sharpened knife at his head.. Even women are rivals to him.. He is a MaleWife! I’m his free time he wants to take care of you! like imagine the pink frills and bows but with camouflage pants and dog tags..

And the way he looks at you.. with so much adoration and love.. Even after transforming into a beast a few moments ago and glaring at the one who dared to even look at his sweet darling!

Scary dog privileges!! A huge almost 7 foot man stalking behind you with a preditorial gaze.. Sending death glares at anyone who passes near you..

you don’t know how he is so stealthyfor being so huge..

Has a huge and muscular body! So he has huge hands and arms.. With lots of bulging veins!

(Imagine grabbing his moobies after a hard day of work.. He would moan and whimper like a bitch in heat.. a string of Thank yous coming out his mouth..)

I imagine he has a hidden piercing probably on his tongue.. but no one knows.. except you.. but isn’t noticeable because he wears a balaclava at work!

Petnames!: Darling, Sweethear, Angel, My love, Princess, Lovely

It took some time but i really like how it came out owo

I got a little lazy on the end but is still good

TW: yandere behavior, description of violence(not towards reader), use of pet names (sugar cube and darling), female oriented reader ??? Tell me if i miss anything owo

Enjoy !

War was not kind to anyone.

First, your father was drafted to fight on the front lines. He tried to write every time he could, but one day, you and your mother stopped getting any letters. That's when you knew it - that your father was dead.

Your now-widowed mother was absolutely heartbroken. You tried to initiate a conversation, saying, -"Hello, Mom,"- but were only met with silence. This is how things have been going since the news of your father. It’s been a lonely and difficult time for your family.

You often found yourself staring out of the window, watching the seasons change. The world outside seemed to carry on as if nothing had happened, while inside your home, there was a void that couldn't be filled.

You saw how the war started to consume your little neighborhood, first your father, then your mother, and now your friends.

"I can't believe it," you said with a shaky voice. "You can't leave me."

You clutched the small phone in your hands while the other person on the line gave a low chuckle, full of sadness. "I know, I know. It's not like I want to."

"Dylan, please," you begged, your voice choked with a sob. "You're sick. You can't go to fight."

"I can't just stay still while the war consumes our lives, sugar cube," Dylan replied with determination. "Listen, I'm going to do everything I can to stay in contact, but I refuse to stay still while our enemies burn our homes and kill our people."

You understood his sentiment, but the fear of losing yet another person you loved was overwhelming. The war had taken so much from you already, and you didn't want to lose Dylan as well.

"Dylan, promise me you'll be safe. Promise me you'll come back," you pleaded.

"I promise I'll do my best, sugar cube," Dylan said softly. "And I promise we'll be together again when this nightmare is over."

As the call ended, you clutched the phone tightly, tears streaming down your face, thinking of the destiny of one of your closest friends. With your vision blurry, that's when you saw it:

[Be the hero of our heroes!]

[Become a war nurse and help today!]

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The training was fairly easy, but the hardest part was saying goodbye to your mother. It wasn't because of the response she gave you, but rather the lack of it. The war had taken so much from her, and you leaving to join the medical corps was another sacrifice she had to bear in silence.

After three months of training and preparation, you reached your destination - the front lines. Well, it wasn't exactly the front lines where bullets flew, but it was a place where you felt like you were helping. The makeshift field hospital was a hive of activity, with wounded soldiers being brought in, and the dedicated medical team doing their best to save lives and ease suffering.

Your heart swelled with a mix of fear and determination as you donned your nurse's uniform. You had a newfound respect for the doctors and nurses who worked tirelessly in these conditions, and now, you were one of them.

Every day, you encounter injured soldiers, each with their own story of bravery and sacrifice. You offered comfort, administered care, and listened to their fears and hopes. It was a harsh environment, but the camaraderie and shared purpose among the medical staff gave you strength.

As you continued your work on the front lines, you knew that this was where you were meant to be, where you could honor your father's memory, support your friends, and be a beacon of hope in the darkness of war.

That was until one particularly slow day. Well, as slow as it could be in a war hospital. You were preparing some medical supplies for the medics to take to their respective camps when a superior of yours called you.

-"Y/N! Could you come over and take care of this new patient? I'm kinda busy right now,"- the woman said in a calm tone.

-"Sure, just send them back here, and I'll take care of them,"- you responded.

Her tone was pretty chill, so it was probably just a bruise or maybe a cold. You were preparing some medicine and band-aids when you felt a small tap on your shoulder.

-"I'm sorry to keep you waiting; please have a sea-" When you turned around, you were shocked to see a man - no, a practical giant - towering over you.

The soldier was immense, with a rugged face that bore the scars of battle. He had a stern, almost intimidating expression, and it was clear that he had seen his fair share of combat. As he hunched down to enter the tent, you couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and trepidation.

-“Captain Samuel Reynolds, a pleasure to make your acquaintance"- he said in a deep, gravelly voice. His uniform was tattered and stained, and he clutched his side in obvious pain.

-"Y/N,"- you replied, trying to regain your composure. You quickly gestured for him to sit on one of the makeshift beds. As he eased himself down, it became apparent that he was wounded, a bandage around his abdomen stained with blood.

-"I heard you're the best nurse in this place,"- he said, his voice filled with both gratitude and a touch of humor.

You blushed at the compliment. The reality was that you were just doing your best, like all the others in the medical corps. You started to assess his injuries, trying to hide your nervousness as you worked to remove the soiled bandage.

-"You've been through quite a lot,"- you commented as you cleaned the wound.

Samuel winced, but he nodded. -"The front lines aren't a picnic, that's for sure. But I've seen worse."

As you stitched up his wound and administered medication, you couldn't help but feel watched as his gaze practically pierced through you. But you continued to do your work, focused on providing the best care you could.

-"Okay, that should do for the bleeding, Mr. Reynolds. Let me go grab some bandages and some painkillers for you,"- you said.

His response caught you off guard, -"...why?"- Samuel said, almost confused about your reasoning.

-"Because, um, you are hurt?"- You stammered, wondering if you had said something wrong.

-"Thanks for the offer, sweetheart, but this pain won't kill me. Plus, there are some other people around that probably need those painkillers and bandages more than me,"- Samuel said matter-of-factly. He expected it to be the end of the conversation. You would probably tell him okay and assign him a bed, and that would be the end of it.

But you surprised him with your firm resolve. -"No,"- you said.

-"Thanks, so I will be going to my bed, then,"- Samuel was more than confused when he registered your words.

-"Wait, what?"- he asked.

-"I'm sorry, Captain, but with all due respect, I will not allow you to do that,"- you said firmly.

-"Do what?"- Samuel was clearly taken aback.

-"I'm sorry, but as long as you are here, I'm in charge of you, and I won't let any of my patients go suffering when they can perfectly take some rest and medication,"- you said, giving him a small, determined smile. It was clear that you weren't going to back down.

Samuel's eyes met yours, and he seemed to be processing your words. His tough exterior had met its match in your unwavering dedication to your patients' well-being.

As you delicately applied pressure to his wounds to wrap them up in bandages, Samuel couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. The way your hands worked so skillfully and delicately had a calming effect, and he found himself strangely drawn to your touch. It was as if your care had the power to make his pain vanish.

However, the sensation of your fingers on his skin made him nervous. His heart raced, and he couldn't quite understand why he felt this way. Samuel, a battle-hardened captain, suddenly felt a wave of discomfort.

-"I'm sorry, but are you okay?"- you asked, looking into his eyes as you reached your hand to his forehead. -"You're a little bit hot."

-"I'm f-fine,"- he stammered, full of shame. How was it possible that he was suddenly stuttering? What was happening to him?

Samuel couldn't quite comprehend the mix of emotions he was experiencing. Here he was, a soldier used to facing danger and making difficult decisions, and yet in this moment, your caring presence and gentle touch had him feeling vulnerable in a way he had never felt before.

A couple of weeks passed, and you continued to care for him. It didn't take much time for Samuel to realize that he was in love. A cold-blooded soldier had become completely enamored by a tiny (in comparison to him) nurse. He couldn't help but follow you with his gaze as you waltzed around the hospital, tending to the wounded and offering comfort with your warm smile.

He felt a profound happiness with you in his life. The war, which had taken so much from him, had also given him something unexpected – love.

One day, when his wounds were practically all healed up, he went for a run around the hospital perimeters. Part of it was to use some of the energy he had built up during his recovery, but deep down, he also wanted to make sure you were safe.

During his run, he stumbled upon a small river with water lilies floating on its surface. They were small in comparison to his massive hands, delicate and beautiful, just like you. Samuel found himself captivated by their fragility and elegance.

He decided then and there. He would confess his feelings to you when the sun went down. Those lilies, a symbol of the tenderness he had discovered in the midst of war, would be his gift to you. They represented the love that had grown in his heart, unexpected and pure, just like the delicate blossoms on the river.

He advanced with a spark to his feet, feeling his heart sincronice to each step he took.

At the entrance of your “office” (it was just a big tent but you liked to call it that) , he called out to you, -"Um, Miss Y/N, are you there?"- He couldn't help but feel a certain nervousness in his voice. It was an unfamiliar feeling for him, like he was a teenager again, not a battle-hardened soldier.

When he didn’t hear anything he decided to just enter and wait for you.

It was weird. You usually would check for medical supplies and then come back to your tent to put on your uniform and THEN start the day…not like he had your whole schedule memorized of anything.

He started to worry. Maybe you had been distracted or were in some kind of danger. The concern for your well-being began to overshadow his initial nervousness. He scanned the tent, looking for any signs of where you might be or if there was trouble.

He bolted to his feet again running to the “hospital”, full with worry.

When he got there he asked to another nurse if they had see you

-“oh, Y/N. O boy let me tell´ya. They been all lovely dovey with somebody on the back”-

-…what- Samuel felt his heart freeze

The nurse continued without noticing -“ya’ apparently it was an old friend of them. Let me tell’ya boy. The moment that guy enter she almost fainted of happiness. She was like “omg its been so long and””-

Samuel stopped listening half way through. He didn’t care about that guy.

He cared about you.

Who was this guy

How do you know him

He was dangerous?

Was he an enemy ?

He walked with a heavy step. Until he hear a small voice sniffling.

Samuel froze. It was you.

-“aww don’t worry sugar cube. I’m alright told ya’”- a voice he didn’t recognize talked to you

He cringed at the nickname the stranger gave you. Sugar cube

Yes you were sweet and all of that but he had no right to call you that.

-im sorry Dylan is just that *sob* the tears don’t stop- you responded

Dylan huh…where did he heard that name before.

He peeked a little and what he saw made his blood boil.

You were there with tears staining your beautiful face. And that disgusting man was kissing them away. Like he had any right to do that.

He continued to observe in silence.

He saw how this man sat you on his lap while kissing you.

At this point the lilies were long forgotten crushed to mere crumbs into his hands.

And when he saw Dylan slowly caress your leg he couldn’t stand there any longer.

He opened the curtain that separated you three and walked with a heavy step.

-“may i know what you are doing, soldier?”- his voice low and authoritative

Dylan that was not paying attention, bolted his head toward him and with super speed put you down on his side

-S-Sir i'm sorry is- Dylan tried to explain himself while he brushed up his uniform

-“I don’t want to hear it,soldier. Identify yourself and your section”-

-“Dylan Ramirez sir. I just got transfer to site 2-A sir.”-

Ah. That where he knew him. He was a new transfer to HIS section.

-why are you in this stablishment and not reporting to me of your arrival- samuel said with maybe a little to much volume

-“i wanted to say hello to nurse Y/N sir. She is an old friend sir.”-

Friend…he didn’t believe that bullcrap

-i want you out and to run 10 laps around the perimeter.NOW-

And with that Dylan rise to his feet and run towards the exit.

You that were looking at the whole exchange. Felt slightly intimidated. Like the first time you met Samuel. He been so nice with you that you forgot that he is a high rank in the troops.

When your two sights encounter you couldn’t help but look to the ground.

-“are you alright?”- say Samuel on a voice much, much softer than the one he used with Dylan.

You didn’t say anything.

-“is just that…I heard you cry and got worried”- that was partially the truth but he was sure you wouldn’t mind.

-“yea i apologize for the whole scene…Mr Samuel”- you said with a hint of shame on your voice

-“you don’t have to apologize for anything,darling. Is just we are going tomorrow to the front lines again and maybe im a little nervous”- another half truth but alas it was for the best.

-“can i ask you to do something for me?”- you said, still looking at the ground

Oh if only you knew what he would do for you

-whatever you need-

-Please take care of Dylan on the front lines. He is a very important person to me-

Why. Why he was such an important person to you?.

Why does he had that he didn’t?

Why you looked at them without fear and when you looked at him your gaze was on the ground?

Why

Why

WHY

-“sure. Ill make sure Dylan is taken care of”- samuel say after a moment

-“thank you”- you said with a small smile

…..

He still though of that small interaction. He almost felt a hint of guilt for breaking his promise. Almost

He choose Dylan as his second in command to investigate a supposedly abandoned enemy base. That way they could maybe find supplies or a hint to end this war.

He had done this dozens of times.

The feeling of the bone breaking and the warmth of the blood on his hands. But the adrenaline on his veins this time made it a little different. Almost like if it was more personal.

If he had to compare Dylan to an animal it would probably be a deer of some kind.

A frail and sickly one but still a deer

First it was a shoot to the leg. He screamed in pain as he fell to the ground but we both knew that nobody would come.

Then Samuel stepped on his hand with all his force. It made a crack that send a pleasant chill to his own spine.

The beating continued for a while. For too little time on Samuel’s opinion and if Dylan had the ability to speak he probably said it was for far too long.

But no one can really talk with a broken jaw and without a tongue.

When he came back to the base. Nobody question the story of an ambush.

Nobody question that fact that his knife was missing.

Why would they?

After all he was the first in command. He was the commander Samuel

But the acting when he came back to you was supreme. Maybe he should had been an actor instead of a soldier but anyway.

You cried and screamed and punched the air.

It did broke his heart that you looked so sad. But don’t worry he would be here for you as long as you need him

And you wouldn’t need anybody else.

[chaoticcollectivenightmare]

Soldier Boy X Nick (OC) Headcanons

Not Grammar - Spelling Checker

OC X Canon Ship

Male X Male Ship

*ANIMATED LINES by @cafekitsune

Ben is easily made jealous when he sees Nick with another man.

Like he gives this man such death stares and so that he leaves his boyfriend alone.

I think he would even get violent if the man continued to talk to Nick.

He knows that Nick can defend himself, but he still doesn't like sharing Nick with another man.

In romance he is most jealous but if it is platonic then it depends on the situation.

Like when Nick talks to Hughie or something. Ben doesn't see Hughie as a big threat and that's why Hughie is allowed to talk to Nick

It's similar to how only men who are weaker than him were allowed to talk to Nick.

But on the other hand, Ben didn't want to let his party live and Nick just let it happen. Nick too "careless."

He knows that Ben will definitely sleep with women and men when he parties, but Nick knows that only he sees Ben's real personality.

Maybe the one-night stand only attracted him sexually but Ben is attracted to Nick mental and physical.

Nick knows that Ben always comes back to him because he is better than the one-night stands.

Nick is homosexual and Ben is bisexual but both have to hide their sexuality because of Voght.

That's why they're just "friends" but both actually wanted more.

In private, the two of them have the only opportunity to be together romantically.

Both are the kind of guys who say "I don't need anyone anymore except you"

Both would go back in time if they could to correct a mistake or protect the other.

With Nick you would immediately think that he would do this

For Ben, everyone would be surprised that he would do this, but for Nick he would do anything.

[chainsawsangel]

The Boys: Violent Dog, Western AU.

right to left: Soldier Boy, Pup (OC), Samael, Esther.

commission done by @irlplasticlamb

below is about the commission and what the western AU is about.

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OH. MY. GODDDDDDDD. this is my biggest commission YET holy moly! this turned out absolutely SPECTACULAR all thanks to @irlplasticlamb ! they did this commission that is based on my THE BOYS western AU featuring my werewolf oc/self-insert Pup, + my OC Esther (they/them) as well as my priest OC, Samael! There's also Soldier Boy too! haha, all three of my OCs are from The Boys and just seeing them in this western AU is super cool and wicked!!! the western AU has become SUCH A FAVE for me and so I love that I got to see it brought to life through art, THEIR art no less. <33

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Speaking of the western AU, I thought I'd explain a bit what this western AU is about:

So, this is a western au that takes place within 1890s western. Billy Butcher, a hot-headed gunslingin' cowboy has formed himself a group of ragtags and other cowboys. Basically, the Voughts gang and the boys gang (don't know what to call atm) are at war with one another, John (Homelander) keeps on coming back to antagonize them as he claims he'll ruin their day and kill them all when the time comes.

Meanwhile, they all plan on getting that WANTED werewolf and kill that too.....but they don't realize that the same werewolf (pup) is in the same gang that's their rival, she's right in front of them but, they don't know that yet.

The main four I'll be focusing on here are Soldier Boy, Pup, Esther and Samael.

Ben/Soldier Boy - Ben's a tough one. He used to be a part of a gang that came in and had tortured him before he finally got the courage to take them out himself. He's a wanted man, a gruff and tough dude with an attitude. If you piss him off, you best believe he'll take the guts right out of ya! Yeah, this cowboy doesn't take kindly to others....except for one.

Pup - The werewolf of the group. YES, she's quite literally a werewolf and she intends on making sure no one knows that except for only two people in her life: Ben and Esther. Ben and her are lovers in the gang, they're close. Pup is the werewolf that's wanted yet, other than Ben and Esther, she keeps her identity hidden from everyone. The Voughts want the wolf and some in the group are suspicious of the wolf as well, she doesn't wanna die because of being a wolf. However, she's pretty handy with a gun as well so, don't underestimate her!

Esther - Esther! Esther is a close friend of Pup's, they're also the ones that know the ins and outs of the town and people and can't get information off of anyone for the gang. They're a keeper that's for sure. And yes, Pup did have a crush on them when they first joined the gang when they both were a bit younger but now, Pup sees them as a close best friend. (although, Esther could still be dubbed “Steal your girl” with how often they like to hang with Pup when Ben’s near lol)

Samael - Finally, Samael! Samael is the Priest that the gang run into when they need a place of rest for a few days. Samael is decent enough to let them stick around for a bit. Samael knows it's wrong but does wind up developing a crush on Pup even though he knows it could never happen. Their dynamic is a bit complicated but that's the gist of it.

The dynamic between Pup and Samael in this AU is an interesting one. They do wind up becoming close once Samael joins in the gang and the more he sticks around, the more time Pup gets to know him. Their bond is bittersweet but Samael knows that if he gets too close, Ben might snatch him away and kill him. Samael, overtime, grows deep thoughts about her but doesn’t do anything about them. He knows Pup only views as nothing more than a close friend but, at least he has that: a close connection.

Samael feels guilt over the whole thing and that's not the only guilt he feels, it feels like a sin. In fact, once he started joining the gang, it all felt like a sin. he felt like he was joining a dark path and yet, he intended on staying anyway because he felt like he actually belonged. a priest like him.

anddddd....yeah! that's it for now anywhoooo, this is getting long lmaoo so I'll stop now. 😭😭

[bambisworlds]

bambi's worlds masterlist

Other Works:

Aemond Targaryen

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Alex Volkov (twisted love)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Andy Barber (defending jacob)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

August Walker (mission impossible: fallout)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Azriel (a court of thorns and roses)

there's a man in the woods (poly!batboys x oc)

part one, part two

rhysand, azriel, and cassian were blessed by the cauldron with a mate. although, the circumstances were never seen before. the three males each had a mate, and it turned out to be the same female they were each bound to; bambi. they had spent months trying to track down the female that had been haunting their dreams and they finally did. she was tamlin's "mate". he had somehow discovered bambi was the rhysand's mate, so he took her as his own lover to spite him. tamlin still blamed rhysand for the death of his true mate, rhysand's sister. however, this plan to get back at rhysand was short lived seeing as the bat boys showed up and took her to the night court with them, leaving tamlin in their dust. pissed that he no longer had the upper hand, tamlin snuck into the night court and kidnapped bambi

azriel x needy oc drabble

mirror sex with azriel

Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier (marvel cinematic universe)

the winter soldier's weakness

bucky and y/n have been free from Hydra for two years, trying to make a life of their own. but that becomes a struggle when bucky is framed for a bombing (3,036 word count)

Cassian (a court of thorns and roses)

there's a man in the woods (poly!batboys x oc)

part one, part two

rhysand, azriel, and cassian were blessed by the cauldron with a mate. although, the circumstances were never seen before. the three males each had a mate, and it turned out to be the same female they were each bound to; bambi. they had spent months trying to track down the female that had been haunting their dreams and they finally did. she was tamlin's "mate". he had somehow discovered bambi was the rhysand's mate, so he took her as his own lover to spite him. tamlin still blamed rhysand for the death of his true mate, rhysand's sister. however, this plan to get back at rhysand was short lived seeing as the bat boys showed up and took her to the night court with them, leaving tamlin in their dust. pissed that he no longer had the upper hand, tamlin snuck into the night court and kidnapped bambi

Casteel Da'neer (from blood and ash)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Chris Evans

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Copia/Papa Emeritus IV (the band ghost)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Din Djarin (the mandalorian)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Drew Starkey

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Eddie Munson (stranger things)

the freak and the new girl (eddie munson x y/n)

y/n is new to hawkins high this year and everyone she's dated has treated her terribly. she's convinced she'll never find a healthy relationship, until eddie munson changes everything.

part one, part two, part three

Geralt (the witcher)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Harry Styles

after show special (my first fic !)

harry can't wait to get you alone after his concert, so he takes you to his dressing room (harry x y/n).

Joel Miller (the last of us)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Rafe Cameron (outer banks)

rafe drabble (rafe x oc)

hard and soft (rafe x oc)

rafe waited impatiently for bambi to get out of the shower after she rejected his request to join her. when she comes out of the bathroom completely nude, he takes matters into his own hands.

Regina George (mean girls the musical)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Rhaenyra Targaryen (house of the dragon)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Rhysand (a court of thorns and roses)

there's a man in the woods (poly!batboys x oc)

part one, part two

rhysand, azriel, and cassian were blessed by the cauldron with a mate. although, the circumstances were never seen before. the three males each had a mate, and it turned out to be the same female they were each bound to; bambi. they had spent months trying to track down the female that had been haunting their dreams and they finally did. she was tamlin's "mate". he had somehow discovered bambi was the rhysand's mate, so he took her as his own lover to spite him. tamlin still blamed rhysand for the death of his true mate, rhysand's sister. however, this plan to get back at rhysand was short lived seeing as the bat boys showed up and took her to the night court with them, leaving tamlin in their dust. pissed that he no longer had the upper hand, tamlin snuck into the night court and kidnapped bambi

Rhys Larsen (twisted games)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Rick Grimes (the walking dead)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Simon "Ghost" Riley (call of duty)

bambi and her bodyguard (simon x oc)

simon "ghost" riley is bambi's bodyguard, he worships the ground she walks on, but fights his feelings for her. well, until he can't anymore. (simon x oc).

needy little girl (simon x oc)

simon is trying to focus on paperwork in his office on base, bambi is the ultimate distraction.

simon riley lactation kink drabble

Sodo/Dew Drop Ghoul (the band ghost)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Steve Rogers (marvel cinematic universe)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Terzo/Papa Emeritus III (the band ghost)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Wade Wilson (marvel cinematic universe)

cookies and clay (wade x little!oc)

[plasticfangtastic]

My Masterlist

Howdy my name is Kay and I write fics for the boys (mostly just Homelander centric) this is a directory of my old and new fics, any projects am working on have worked on can be found here.

I hate short stories and I write long Chapters, I love Butchlander and Butchie content.

I'm currently on a writing hiatus

Old pin post with the following works can be found here:

Of The same Poisonous Ilk (A Butchlander/self-cest fic-- on hiatus)

Building Blocks (a Butchlander fic-- on hiatus)

Anybody Else Won't do (An Ashlander fic-- on hiatus)

Can We be Lonely Together (A HL x reader fic or Homelander x Joe Goldberg from YOU fic-- completed)

American Royalty (A dadlander x reader fic with a homelander daughter OC-- completed)

Carnivorous Lamb (A Homelander x Male! OC priest kink/ntr fic-- completed)

Thicker than Water (A Soldier Boy x Homelander fic-- one-shot)

No Codiciaras los bienes ajenos (A HL x Ashley x Butcher fic-- one-shot)

Behind the Scenes (A Hometek fic)

When the Lion loved the lamb (A HL x Male oc prequel to Carnivorous lamb one-shot)

This wasnt in the job description (An Ashlander fic one-shot)

My current fics:

Quiet Room-- A Homelander fic about him and Jonah Voguelbaum going to see Shrek.

A Garden Without Impurity-- Homelander X GN Reader fic, he is a polygamist and reader is his favorite spouse

Lemon Scented Messes-- A Butchie fanfic (my first one ever)

Charred Steaks-- A Butchlander fic short and sweet involving a partially depowered Homelander

Thank you for reading!

[ragingbookdragon]

My Lord! A Snappin' Turla!

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: New OC foks!! :) Thorne

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It’s an ordinary Tuesday morning at the 141 base when Laswell walks into the room with a rather annoyed looking woman in tow. The guys look up from their breakfast and tea, to Laswell, to the woman, then back to their breakfast, and it’s only Price who breaks the silence.

“This her?” he asks and Laswell nods, shoving her forward.

“This is indeed. Introduce yourself.”

“I’d rather not,” the woman mutters, crossing her arms over her chest.

“There are a lot of things I’d rather not do and babysitting you is one of those,” Laswell retorts. “Introduce yourself.”

The woman rolls her eyes, lets out an exaggerated sigh and greets, “Name’s Snapper.”

At this, Soap looks up from his eggs. “Snapper?”

“That’s what I said, William Wallace.”

He ignores the swipe. “Why do they call you ‘Snapper’? Bonnie lass like you should be called something nicer.”

Snapper blinks, eyes hardening as she answers, “I once got attacked by a drunk guy who though it would be a good idea to stick his hand in my face. Three guesses as to what I bit off and how many.”

“And there goes my desire to ask you out,” Soap jokes and she turns to Laswell with a glare.

“I’m gonna hurt this boy’s feelings.”

“Play nice, niece,” she sighs and this time, Gaz looks up.

“Niece? You have a niece?”

“My wife’s.”

“Ah,” he nods and looks to Snapper. “Kyle Garrick. But everyone calls me Gaz.”

“I cannot physically believe you’re sticking me in a base full of men.”

Laswell rolls her eyes. “As much as I hate to actually admit this, you’re one of the best information specialists I’ve ever seen. The 141 can benefit from your help.”

“Men. I’m stuck on a base full of male soldiers. Who shit and fart and laugh loudly with no regards to their surroundings. Why would this be enjoyable for me?”

“Consider it punishment for hacking into the Pentagon and changing the official records to say that Clinton did in fact have sexual relations with that woman.”

Snapper glares at the floor. “You just can’t appreciate good humor.”

“I appreciate my wife not being beside herself in tears that her only niece is in federal prison.”

“Had to get your attention and entrance to the CIA somehow,” she griped.

Finally, Ghost meets her gaze. “You hacked into the Pentagon so you could prove you were good enough to join the CIA?”

She glares at him. “Yeah, kinda how you joined the army so you could find a family that actually cared about you.” She looks at them. “Anybody else want their feelings hurt or just the obviously PTSD-ridden, antisocial, masked freak?”

“You’re out of line, Snapper,” Laswell hisses and she turns her glare onto her aunt.

“I didn’t ask to be here. You could’ve put me anywhere else. You control where I go but you sure as shit don’t control what the fuck I say or do.”

The two glower at one another before Laswell shuts her eyes, breathes deeply for a few moments, then opens her eyes and looks at Price. “Her file is on your desk, her bags are outside the door. She’s a handful but she’s good. If you need me, call.” She turns to Snapper. “You piss me the hell off, I want to kill you, I love you, I’ll call you when I land. Goodbye.”

“You can’t just leave me here!” she shouts in return but doesn’t follow, instead she cocks a hand on her hip and looks at the four men at the table. “So…what’s on the agenda first?”

Price lets out a breath. “Manners, for starters.”

“Kiss my left ass-cheek,” she retorts. “I’m not letting a forty-five-year-old man tell me how to be ladylike.”

Soap and Gaz both snort into their drinks and Price falls stricken with a look of disbelief. “I’m thirty-eight?”

“Uh huh, and I’m the fucking Queen of England.” She gestures to them. “Have fun in your circle-jerk club. I’m gonna go wander.”

“No you’re not, lass,” Soap says, jumping up to grab her arm and she pauses, looks down at his hand, then back up.

“You wanna play this game with me?” Snapper asks coldly. “Because I’ll win.”

He points a finger in her face. “You keep your hands to yourself and your teeth off people.”

“I find I don’t like men telling what to do particularly pleasant. Let go or you’ll be two fingers less than you were five seconds ago.” He glares but lets her go and follows when she turns around. “I don’t need a babysitter. Fuck off.”

“This base has sensitive information you’re not privy to.”

“Yeah, like how you take the lieutenant up your ass every night?”

Soap stalls. “H-how?”

“I’m very good at what I do,” is all she tells him, then pauses and turns back to the table. “I want that one to lead me around.” Her finger is pointing straight at Gaz, who looks like he’s about to shit a brick.

He looks at Price in terror. “I do not want to be her friend.”

“Fuck you,” she barks, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m a great friend.”

Price glances between the two glaring at each other. “Gaz, give her a tour of the base.”

“Price—”

“That’s an order,” he adds and Gaz grunts, getting up from the table to follow her.

“C’mon,” he says, and she clears her throat with exaggeration, getting in front of him.

“Oh no, I’m not being led around like a dog.”

“I’m not treating you like a fucking dog,” he gripes, opening the door. “Just go.”

“Make me, princess,” she retorts and the two start arguing as the door shuts behind them.

No one breaks the silence for a few moments, then Price groans, lays his head on the table and swears. “Fuckin’ Laswell. When she said she had a specialist in mind, I thought it was gonna be someone enjoyable.”

Soap tipped his head side to side. “I dunno, Price, she seems like an…acquired taste.”

“More like sour,” he bites back, sitting up to run a hand down his face. “God help Gaz.”

“He’ll be fine,” Soap says. “What’s the worst that could happen? They hate-fuck?”

“Exactly. I’m too young to be a grandfather,” he says, looking at Ghost. “They’re not allowed to sleep in the same room. Ever.”

“Who fucking died and put me in charge of them?” Ghost snaps.

“Because I trust you.”

“You don’t trust me?” Soap asks, hurt.

“You’ll encourage them, Simon won’t.”

“But don’t you want Gaz to be happy?”

“I want Gaz to not be arrested for killing a CIA agent.”

“Think she might bite his head off before that happens,” Ghost says.

“She’ll bite somethin’,” Soap snorts.

Price grunts, rising from his seat, tea cup in his hand. “I’m going to my office. Come get me if they get into a fistfight.”

“Still questioning why I’m in charge of them,” Ghost gripes.

“Because I fuckin’ said so. That’s why.”

“Permission to not be nice to her.”

“Granted. Lethal verbal decimation allowed.”

“Copy.” Ghost rises, pointing at Soap. “You. Come on.”

“You?” he sputters. “I have a name, ya fuckin’ reprobate.”

As the two argue while they leave, Price leans against the table and frowns at his feet. “I need a partner…or a fucking hobby…or both.”

[pleasantspark]

Just Yours - Chapter One Yandere! Ginyu Force (Ginyu, Burter, Recoome, Jeice and Guldo) x Zarbon's Daughter! OC (Mikumi) Genre: Horror/Romance(?) Tropes: Yandere, Reverse Harem Part of the Just Yours Series Warnings: Yandere, Possessive Behavior, Multiship, Harems, Tropes being done over and over, Murder, Death, Stalking AUs Utilized: Overhaul AU A/N: Many people enjoyed the Yandere Frieza Series, so I decided to make something I was thinking about for awhile now. Hehe.

"Really Dad?!" Mikumi shouts with happiness, Zarbon sighed and placed a hand on his head.

"Yes, really. I decided to let you join the Ginyu Force, BUT. And this is a huge one, as a test run, to see if you really want to join." Zarbon said.

"Oh trust me father, I would like to join the Ginyu Force!" Mikumi said, Zarbon raised an eyebrow. He sighs and shook his head.

"Even with the tacky uniforms?"

"Yes!"

"Even with all those boys?"

"Yes, Father..."

"Even with-"

"Yes! I always wanted to dance."

Zarbon sighs. "Alright, fine, just this once. If you ever want to not stay around, please tell me. And I can remove you from the group." Zarbon said.

"Of course, father." Mikumi smiled.

Ginyu was trying to have the Ginyu Force practicing their moves the include a fifth member, Zarbon had called Ginyu and gave him information on his daughter.

Ginyu seen Mikumi around the ship, usually shadowing Zarbon or they would inspect or look around, Ginyu was already infatuated with her and felt a genuine connection.

He didn't have the balls to approach her, mainly due to overhearing from many lower ranked soldiers on how "dangerous" Zarbon was when it came to his daughter. So Ginyu stayed away.

It came as a shock, however, when Zarbon called him and asked him to include Mikumi in a trial run for a fifth slot in the Ginyu Force, Ginyu readily accepted wanting a chance to speak to Mikumi. So now here he was, teaching the other 3 on a new formation.

Guldo fell over, Jeice and Burter groaned. Recoome seemed to be annoyed.

"Captain Ginyu, why the fuck are we even needing a fifth member?" Burter asked.

"It's only a trial run, we don't know if they'll stay." Ginyu said.

"Aw, it was starting to get boring with all you 4..." Guldo said, "N-Not like I don't enjoy you all!" He sputters.

"I wouldn't mind a fifth member, it spices things up." Jeice smirks and smiled.

"I agree with Guldo and Jeice!" Recoome said.

"Look, I don't know how-" Burter begins before the door opened and Mikumi came in. Burter's attitude immediately changed upon seeing her.

"Ah, she is here." Ginyu said, walking up to her.

"Ugh, a girl." Burter groaned, but snuck a peek at her.

"A GIRL!?" Guldo asked.

"Finally, it was starting to become a total sausage fest here." Jeice smirked.

"Wow, she's PRETTY!" Recoome said.

"Ignore them." Ginyu said, waving his hand away from the others. "Welcome to the Ginyu Force."

"Thanks Captain Ginyu! I am glad to spend time with all of you. For a short time." Mikumi smiled. Ginyu's face blushed and looked away.

"Right, however long you may be here for, I hope you can enjoy your time with us." Ginyu clears his throat. "Now, let me introduce you to your teammates."

"Of course."

Ginyu escorted her over to the other three.

"This is Burter." Ginyu said, gesturing to the blue tall male.

"Seriously, why is a girl joining us?" Burter asked, secretly admiring her.

"This is Guldo." Ginyu said, pointing to a short lime green male.

"If you need someone to teach you how to dance on a bed hit me up~" Guldo flirts, Mikumi blushed, which led to the other 4 getting mad.

"This is Jeice." Ginyu said. slightly annoyed about Guldo's comment. He points to the red short male.

"Hello, I can show you a better time than Guldo~" Jeice flirts, pissing off Guldo and Ginyu, while Burter scoffs and Recoome glared daggers in the back of Jeice's head.

"Jeice... Shut the fuck up." Ginyu snaps at his second in command, causing everyone to get a little spooked.

"What, I was just joking!" Jeice said.

"Lies, you weren't fucking joking." Burter said, to his friend.

"Whatever, if you can't take a joke then it's on ya." Jeice rolled his eyes, Ginyu tried to take a deep breath to calm himself down before responding again.

"This is Recoome." Ginyu points to a normal looking human, and Recoome didn't know what to say, he wanted to respond like Guldo and Jeice, in the presence of someone as beautiful as her, but didn't want to concur the wrath of his buddies.

"Hey, nice to meet you." Recoome said. Which caused the others to slightly relax.

"And you already know me! I am Captain Ginyu! And together we're..." Ginyu began.

"THE GINYU FORCE!" They all said in unison posing.

"Now, all that introductions are over, are you ready to train for the trial period?" Ginyu asked.

"Of course!" Mikumi smiled.

>Next Chapter

[mirthlxss]

Off to the races

Chapter 8: I have a Las Vegas past

“And what soldier are you seducing?”

master list

price x oc, series.

a03: pricescigar, Off to the races is posted in full.

taglist:  @deadbranch , @jxvipike, @smoggyfogbottom

warnings: none.

“As the one taken hostage here, I feel my vote matters more.” 

“I don’t actually think that helps your case in any way Lil’.” 

“Oan’ this occasion I actually agree with the lass, I cannae take another Chinese-“

“Could you at least try and speak English for once Johnny.”

Disgruntled, Lilith let her head roll back against the cushion of the sofa, groaning loudly at the bickering. “This was meant to be my takeaway!” 

“Sharing is caring” Kyle implored, the four had reached a stalemate. 

“Well private no-pants and I will share an Indian then, you lot get Chinese” Soap pushed himself up from beside Ghost and moved to slump next to Lilith. As the man dropped down messily his large shoulder caught her own in a bruising movement, squashing her frame down behind himself. 

“Fucking Christ-” She bit, free hand now slamming into his side, knuckles digging into his ribs with an effort to try to dislodge the male. Soap recoiled with a disjointed wail of pitched noise, pained laughs breaking out as she continued to assault his ribs.

“Oi- OI! Lass! Come aff’ it!” 

“Don’t tickle him.” Ghost barked out in an instant, defensively standing over the two within seconds, guarding grip going to separate them, only to be pulled into Soap’s side, practically kneeling over the man.  

“Ow can everyone just get the fuck off me-“ Lily squirmed beneath them both, shooting daggers back at Simon as he seemed to loom over her like an iron wall between herself and his sergeant. She paused in her struggle to fully return his unyielding glare, lips twisting into a determined glower. “Gonna strangle Soap with my shoelaces.” 

“The ones you’re gonna seduce off a soldier?” Kyle quipped, feeling slightly left out of the fray. From beneath Ghost, Johnny began to chuckle, prickles of red percolating across his visage as he sat smothered by the masked man, slightly out of breath from Lilith trying to get him to move. 

“The very ones.” She hummed, eyes flaring as she maintained whatever stare-down was occurring between them both. 

“And what soldier are you seducing?” The question came from the hall, his voice rose the hairs on her arms as it seemed to reverberate off the walls. Captain Price rolled in like thick fog, you’d feel his temperature rising the room, know his presence, even before you’d see him. Engrossing, the antics had halted in lieu of him, all watching toward the opening of the common room, waiting for his mountainous frame to fill the space. 

“Any, can’t be so picky at the moment.” She chimed, and there he was. Having encroached upon the struggle slowly, as if surveying a battleground, eyebrow rising in feigned interest. He lingered over Garrick, arms folding over one another as he watched Ghost slowly come away from between them and then Soap peeled himself off of Lilith. She rolled her shoulder back dramatically, hand going to massage over the reddened spot in which Soap had crushed. 

“And why, pray tell, would you be seducing any soldier?” 

“Shoelaces.” The four chimed out in union, Lily soon raising her legs up to display her ill-fitting boots. 

Price gave a quick nod, a low ‘hm’ grumbling from his chest as he took in the sight. Eyebrow still quirked, observant as he moved his attentions toward his men, settling on Ghost as the Captain went to gesture with an open palm to her boots. A silent question, one which Ghost had rolled his eyes to. In his mind, it was common sense. Basic safety. 

Lilith, having spent weeks in their presence now, had somewhat become attuned to the wordless conversations held between the boys. It struck her that the Captain was none the wiser to the fashion alterations demanded of her, a smug curl wavered over her lips, a hot chuckle now pressing past her throat. 

“The incredible sulk over there specifically robbed me of shoelaces, belts and drawstrings, in the eventuality that I may feel the need to hang myself.” 

“Snitch.” 

“Enough Ghost, I’m actually struggling to comprehend the stupidity of this-“ 

“He took the scissors from the drawers as well.” Gaz coughed up, turning away from Ghost as he did so, leaning more toward Price like the Captain would scathe off the onslaught of abuse hurdled toward him in one pointed glare. 

“For crying out loud, Simon, all of it better be back in place by tomorrow.” 

There used to be space. Worn cracks of the sofa exposed the hatched webbing beneath it, aged and sun-damaged leather giving way under the wear and tear of hulking frames over time. There used to be enough room for three to lounge comfortably, one left to take prime position on the accompanying armchair. Tradition left the space to the lieutenant or the captain, something unspoken between the two dictated it was first come first serve. There used to be space, and then there was Lilith. 

She’d offered to sit on the floor, quickly dismissed, now snug between Kyle and the captain. When the food came, it was an awkward shuffle of tucked-in elbows and carefully timed spoonfuls of curry, desperately trying not to knock into one another and spill anything. Feeling bold, or perhaps, not thinking properly, she had ordered something new. After three mouthfuls, the woman had gone a patchy array of fuchsia, quietly gulping down the fiery sauce with a shaky determination, too embarrassed to give in or ask to swap with anyone. The tv blared ahead, celebrities screaming and yelling as they went through challenges, easy viewing, something mindless. Lilith was thankful the volume was up so loud, welcome to the distraction as the flavour seemed to pave way for hellfire. She shifted slightly as Price nudged her side, probably wanting more room having been squished in the corner, plate balancing on the arm of the sofa. She crossed her legs over to try to grant him more space, watching out the corner of her eye as he seemed to settle closer, hand encroaching upon her own. 

Without a word, her plate was taken from her, soon to be replaced with his own. Quizzically she peered down at the much less red-looking dish, soon turning to Price as he carried on eating, free hand reaching down beside him to clasp around his pint, taking a measured sip before offering it to her. Lily carefully accepted the wet glass, condensation dripping over her fingers as they brushed against his own, which remained steadfast despite her unsteady grasp, only detaching after the few moments it took for her to grip it properly. 

He remained focused on the bright flash of advertisements and happy smiles, strangers trying to sell him things, minutes of his life he’d never get back. Sometimes, he liked them, the slurry of capitalistic cartoon faces waving product after product, almost took it personally. How long would he have to watch them? Did they know he’d be away? Felt like an ordinary member of the public, targeted amongst the masses, use our service! Buy my product! He wouldn’t. But sometimes, he’d entertain it. 

The idea of a new mop, a shiny vacuum cleaner. What use was it when his house would still be dusty after months of absence, no point. 

He sighed softly, another spoonful of her curry. Christ, it was spicy, no wonder the poor girl was suffering. He could feel her itching beside him, practically melting away into the couch as she tried to breathe through her mouth discretely, failing to tame struggled coughs. Again, a quick glimpse over, she’d practically drowned down most of his beer, still going, the corners of her lips reddened from the sauce, eyes clenched shut with an earnest sense of relief. 

One, two, steady droplets of condensation rolled past her slender fingers, escaping down the length of her arm. 

One, two, the steady skip of his heart. 

The rim of the glass pulled away from her mouth, smudged where she’d been. He flickered back to the tv, blinking harshly, another spoonful.

Plates discarded along the countertops behind them, several emptied cans littered the common space around them. Food, beer and a long day had pulled a cosy lull of quiet over the group, a warm blanket to sink into, draped over slumped figures as they merged into one another. Eyes feeling heavier, more and more effort needed to draw them back open after each blink. Soap declined into an unresponsive doze first, lolling onto Kyle, like dominos one after the other it was soon Lilith’s turn to soak in their sleep. She had held up quite well, still slightly on edge within the barracks, though the heat radiating from John seemed to disarm her slightly, soft snores coming from the two leaning onto one another going further in levelling down her sense of alarm. 

Every now and again, hazel eyes would peer out across the room at Ghost, who remained in the armchair, sat upright with the same unfinished beer he’d had since the beginning. It was getting harder and harder to keep tabs on him, the darkness submerging his figure into the shadows, only caught by the momentary flashes of brightness from the screen. 

She wanted to yawn, stretch out and submit herself to the pile beside her, check out for the night. It bubbled in her chest, the yearning rising ever so slowly, pushing out her ribs as she inhaled deeply, mouth clamped shut to try and fight the sound. It was small, the held-in yawn, the need to cover it up proved larger than her comfort, eyes slotting shut for a stretch before they crumpled open once more. 

It was strangely comforting to the man, the sound of three muppets snoring away. He’d wanted to call it a night hours ago, holding out to see how long it would take her to give in seemed to sway his judgement, peeking every so often to see the subdued yawns and bleary-eyed look. He knew it wouldn’t be long, proven right by the sudden weight slumping onto his side. By then it was too late, Soap had shifted, then Kyle, and now Lily, all three balanced against the captain as he had only just managed to free his arm, casting it over the back of the couch with a huff. Her face pushed against his broad chest, an open-mouthed sleep that had resulted in a small patch of drool gathering on his shirt. She folded further into his side every so often, huffing and tucking into the warmth. 

He tried to keep his eyes on the tv, head clouded with mops and hoovers.

Authors notes: HOPE the new aesthetic is okay! Thought I'd spruce it up a little, will probably go back and do the previous chapters like this one if it goes down well. :)

[a1ecmcdowell]

THE REAPERㅤㅤ—ㅤㅤINTRODUCTION

THE REAPER disappeared off the face of the planet in the 20th century. SOLDIER BOY is the only one who holds the answers. A WAITING GAME ensues to see which, if either, makes it out of the depths of the unknown first.

00.

IT IS IMPOSSIBLE to delve into the many failures of Vought International, formerly known as Vought-American, as the list would continue on forever and the minutes would run out in the day. 

It is possible, though, to delve into the history of their greatest failure — if you look hard enough. Cole Granger is a man erased from, not just Vought’s history, but the entire world’s. They did their best when they had one of their first Superheroes executed to wipe all traces of the man, but of course, as it is nowadays with the internet, it is impossible to wipe a man’s existence completely off the face of the planet. 

The Compound V serum was once just an experiment, its takers grown adults with everything to lose and everything to gain. The formula was incredibly potent, astoundingly strong — and was entirely unavailable to those who could not afford it. The subjects were spoiled and bored, spending money on useless things like the prospect of potential death, for whatever reason they’d constructed in their heads. Truthfully, it boiled down to the same thing: power. If it succeeded, they would be more powerful than anyone else, on top of the social statuses they already possessed. 

This, of course, was bound to create disaster. In the handful of people that were chosen to be a part of FREDERICK VOUGHT’S TRIAL ONE, at least one was bound to take the power they were granted and become corrupted by it. Some people, no matter if they can afford it or not, should not be readily available to the riches that power brings. 

Cole Granger was, if the few notes in his archived files are to be believed, one of these subjects: THE REAPER. But upon searching that name, one will find nothing on the webs, will find nothing in the Vought historical biographicals or the documentaries made on the first generation of Superheroes. 

The only people that know the truth are dead now, or too riddled and burdened by the tribulations of old age to recall any memories of the existence of this hero. Many sources have been sought out, and all of the same answers have been given: I do not recall THE REAPER. 

Unless, of course… you believe Soldier Boy isn’t dead either, and that he is in Russia, forever trapped to be their experiment. 

It does beg the question of why Vought was so quick to sell off America’s Son, right after the alleged disappearance of a man that was soon wiped from the world’s memories…

Who’s to know what is the truth?

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Horatio Rowan

Gender: trans male Nationality: American Favorite things: art, alcohol, his friends, his boyfriend, reading, poetry, flowers Sexuality: gay Occupation: American soldier

Elijah Hutchinson

Gender: cis male Nationality: American Favorite things: adventure, his friends, cuddling with Horatio, nature Sexuality: bisexual Occupation: American soldier

Benedict Caldwell

Gender: cis male Nationality: English Favorite things: alcohol, parties, dancing, music, reading Sexuality: pansexual Occupation: British soldier

Frederick “Freddy” Moore

Gender: cis male Nationality: English Favorite things: flirting with girls (and boys :3), romance, tea Sexuality: demiromantic bisexual (female pref) Occupation: British soldier

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The Proverbial Punching Bag {OCs x Marvel Mens}

Summary: Immediately following the ending to At Least Not Alone, the gang has a sleepover.

The OC Fics (in order of appearance)

A/N: Thanks for never giving up on me writing about my OCs and helping me remember who did what @buckysmischief

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“We’re still having a sleepover right? Steve didn’t ruin it, right?” Sasha whines.

“Yes, you’re all still welcome to stay, even Steve.” Sawyer adds before acknowledging her ex, “I forgive you for the way it ended. I don’t regret anything that happened after, so stop beating yourself up and let me be happy in my fucked up choices. Be happy with your own choices, that’s all we need.”

“I- knocking cuts Steve off.

“I’ll get it!” Jazzy jumps up, “I called in a reinforcement and he’s bringing more pizza!”

“YOU INVITED J?!”

The door swings open and like a flash Sawyer leaps over the couch and throws herself into a man. Pietro watches over his bottle of beer, as she’s twirled. The rest of the group watches in mostly confusion, save for Sam and Bucky who share a similar look of recognition.

“J? You guys know Joaquin?” Sam asks, attempting to piece something together.

“Know? I grew up with him!” Jazzy smiles, “He’s my favorite cousin.”

“I’m your only cousin.” Joaquin pouts, playfully jabbing her in the ribs.

“And therefore my undisputed favorite.”

“You know those two?” Sawyer throws a thumb over her shoulder towards Bucky and Sam, “I’m so sorry…”

“I’ve done a mission  or two with Sam…Bucky, I see your sleeve is still intact today.” The man grunts in reply, not at all the Bucky that Sawyer was used to but rather reminiscent of his soldier days.

“Would it kill you to be nice to new people for 2 seconds?” Sasha unsurprisingly berates him, causing a blush to creep across Bucky’s cheeks.

“It actually might,” Sam smirks.

“Fuck off Sam.” Bucky gripes, causing the whole of the apartment to erupt in laughter.

“Wait…so you guys are like friends? I thought you hated each other.” Joaquin’s eyebrows knit together and he receives both looks of sympathy and some eyerolls.

“Frenemies.” Tali shrugs.

“No no. They love each other.” Monroe intercedes.

“They’re both boring. Can we move on to someone significantly cooler?” Jazzy asks.

“Thor?”

“Can we not bring my brother into this?” Loki groans.

“J, who are you texting? Sitting over there with a goofy ass grin on your face…” Sawyer turns her attention to Torres.

“Just the love of his lifeeee.” Sam teases.

“Her name is Wren. If you must know.” Joaquin says, eyes not moving from the screen, “She’s just a girl from Tinder.”

“...that he saved from a shitty date. Twice.” Sam adds, throwing pieces of popcorn at the man.

“Well I want to meet her.” Daisy pipes up, earning a round of ‘of course you dos’ from the group. 

“No..no. Daisy’s right.” Sawyer agrees, “I’d like to meet her too.”

“This wouldn’t be the first time they shared feelings over something.” Scott chuckles.

“SHE THREW A POTATO AT HIM!” Loki and Tali both yell, much to Steve’s embarrassment.

“I think I’m missing something here.” Joaquin squints.

“It’s a lot to unpack.” Pietro shakes his head.

“I think you could write several movies with the amount of drama and hysterics in this friend group.” Sasha offers, “I would recommend running while you can.”

“It’s too late. He’s been introduced. He knows too much.” Tali smiles, looking less than friendly.

“Hey, miss witchy-woo, tone it down for like 5 seconds.” Scott interjects, “We’re making friends here.”

“This is the most fascinating night of my life…” Joaquin murmurs, “...and I’ve been curb stomped by a supersoldier.”

“BUCKY!” Sawyer’s jaw drops as she takes in her closest male friend.

“Woah. Woah. Woah…I did NOT.” 

“Sorry…flag-smashers.” J attempts to hide his grin. “I don’t think I’d be here right now if Barnes did it…”

“I can’t believe you think I’d curb stomp someone, Sawyer.”

“Bucky…you killed the majority of my newsroom.” She defends herself, “All I’m saying is it could’ve happened.” “He’s only known me for a few months.” Joaquin interjects.

“Have you seen, Mr. Grumpy-face over there?” Monroe challenges, “If stares could kill.”

“I told him about the staring thing…” Sasha sighs.

“We’ve all told him Sash.” Sam adds. 

“Can we stop ganging up on me?”

“See how not fun it is to be the proverbial punching bag?” Daisy asks.

“CALLING YOU EVERY FLOWER OTHER THAN DAISY WAS FUNNY…YOU TOLD ME YOU LAUGHED.” Sawyer cries, “I thought we moved on.”

“As the proverbial punching bag, I’d have to agree that it’s Bucky’s turn.” Steve nods.

“I hate you.”

“That’s your best pal.” Joaquin states, “...read about it at the Smithsonian.”

“And sometimes I hate him…”

“Sometimes we all hate each other.” Jazzy chimes in, “makes sleepovers more interesting.”

“So what do you say, Torres, you in the group or what?” Bucky asks and Joaquin breaks into a slow smile.

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As Grim as the Reaper | Simon 'GHOST' Riley PREQUEL

Ghost x Reader, Graves x Reader

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Phillip Graves x AFAB!Reader!OC 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

As Grim as the Reaper: Masterlist

You let out a gleeful squeal when you came across a hard drive, one that clearly had been missed when the destruction of the room had ensued.

Fiddling with the wires, you squatted to the floor in an effort to save the small square of electronics, whispering to yourself as your fingers worked to connect it to your handheld scanner.

Thank god for military-grade portable tech.

Yet another noise left your lips as the screen lit up, indicating that the hard drive still had a little life left in it.

"Found a hard drive. Still good."

"Good." Laswell spoke, "Take it, hopefully there'll be something useful on it. And keep an eye out, Shadow is still picking up something in the area."

"Solid copy, ma."

As you rose from your knees, shoving the small device into a pouch on your vest, the door behind you burst open with force, the metal making a clanging sound as it collided with the filing cabinet stacked behind.

Whipping around, you came face to face with two soldiers, each of them armed with an automatic weapon.

No match for your knives.

"Oh dear," you spoke with a smile, "Do you boys really think this is a good idea?"

The two men looked at you, then at each other, clearly baffled by your calm demeanour.

"Reaper? Baby, you good?"

"Two guys thought they'd get the drop on me."

"How stupid of them."

You could practically hear the proud grin in Graves' voice, which only riled up your confidence more.

The men raised their weapons, lasers pointed at your body, but you caught the way their hands shook.

"So, you sure wanna do this?" you asked once more, slowly unsheathing your knives.

One of the men scoffed, speaking with a heavy middle-eastern accent, "We have guns. You have knives. I'm sure we can handle the likes of a woman."

"Well, don't say I didn't warn ya."

With one last silent look between them, the men cocked their weapons, but you'd already lunged. One hand flung a knife, landing into the neck of the first soldier as you knocked the other to the ground.

Your other hand plunged your second knife deep into his abdomen before yanking it back out, only to raise it once more, and drive down into his chest.

Clean cut. No nonsense.

The Reaper claimed her victims.

Barely breaking a sweat, you rolled off the body, taking a few deep breaths.

"Targets eliminated, Actual. Two males, definitely Hassan's men."

"Good girl. Search them and get on the ground."

Laswell praised you, before her attention switched to General Shepherd and the Shadows, questioning how the fuck two AQ men got to you undetected, raving about how they were lucky as hell that you knew how to handle yourself.

You knelt down beside one body, rifling through the pockets for anything of use, verbally groaning in frustration as you came up empty. That was, until a flash of white poking out of the second man's shirt caught your attention.

Crawling over, you picked it up, unfolding it.

It was a list.

02.08.22. 1900. Ambush Check.

Ryan Stevens

Lucas Johnson

Emily Bradshaw

Javier Trace

Reaper

Your callsign sat at the bottom of the list, circled multiple times in a red ink that contrasted to the black of the names. A large question mark accompanied it.

Your brows furrowed as you frowned, confused as to why your real name was the only one missing from the list.

The mask.

They can't see you, so they don't know.

But there was one thing they did know - they knew you'd be coming, and this was a hit list.

"Fuck!" you yelled, scrambling to your feet.

Anger got the better of you, and your foot made hard contact with the body, a sickening crack echoing around the room as you reached for your radio with panicked breaths.

"Reaper to Actual, it-it's a trap! They know we're here!" you yelled. "Stevens, how copy?"

No response was received, causing you to relay your words again.

"It- Reap- Trap...Lt!"

The comms lagged, breaking up and crackling, and you continued to yell as you tried to get in contact with your team.

You stumbled over to the window, away from the bodies you'd left on the floor, reaching it just in time to see at least ten armed soldiers move on the warehouse.

Your breath caught in your throat, hand shaking as it reached up to your radio.

"Enemies inbound, repeat, Stevens get the hell out of there!"

The radio crackled as your team tried to reach you, you trying just as hard to reach them back as you shot your gun, taking out as many as you could from your position.

"They're in here! Under fire under fire!"

"C'mon Em we gotta go!" you heard Orlando yell.

"Lucas!"

"Lieutenant! Get out of there!"

Tears stung your eyes as even more enemies flooded from the woods, your team having managed to keep the others at bay, but there was no way they had the ammo to defend themselves from that.

You had to get there.

"Please!" you begged. "Get the fuck out of there! Go!"

"They're got us flanked!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

"Reaper, Shadow-1- do not engage, do not engage!"

You physically shook your head, shocked to hear Graves order you to stay put, "Fuck that Phillip! That's my team down there!"

"(Y/N)! Do. Not. Engage."

"Get out! Go!" you yelled into the radio once more.

Before you could even turn away from the window, let alone make it out of the tower, the ground rumbled. Flashes of colour lit up the sky as a missile launched from the overwatch helo, headed straight for the building containing your team.

Within seconds, it made impact.

"No!" you screamed; it was agonising for all those that could hear.

The blast had levelled the building almost immediately, it had blown the window through, shooting you backwards, sending glass cutting through your skin and scattered all over the floor.

You didn't need to call out to your team to know they didn't make it out of that.

You'd seen those missiles, knew how they worked, how destructive they were.

There's no fucking way they made it out of that.

Tears fell rapidly from your eyes as your hands tried to make sense of the ground in your dazed state. Your ears were ringing, heart pounding, lungs imploding from the smoke and dust. You dragged yourself along the floor, desperate to find something to haul yourself up.

"No...no, no no no..." you whispered, over and over.

By the time you got yourself up and to the window, the building was reduced to rubble. Flames billowed out, crackling and hot.

Yeah, no way anyone got out of that.

They were gone.

Your hand flew to your mouth as you let the tears fall freely in an effort to stifle your sobs, other hand clutching your chest, the desk, a chair. Anything to stabilise yourself to stop you falling to your knees once more.

"Target eliminated, Actual. Shadow 1 recommends extraction." Graves confirmed over the comms.

The feeling in your chest tightened.

Extraction?!

Was he not aware of what the fuck he just did?

"Graves you son of a b-bitch!"you sobbed out.

"What? I did my job, Reaper, you said go!"

"Not to you! My fucking team was still in there! You, you bastard...you just killed them all!"

There was silence on the radio, silence in the helo as Graves looked at the shocked faces of his Shadows looking back at him. Silence at base, where Laswell had her own tears falling at the sound of your anguish.

"Baby...no, I didn't- know I swear, oh fuck oh my god-"

Hurt turned into rage, the blood coursing through you heating up until all you saw was red. You stood, stumbling out of the room and down the stairs, hands gripping the rails as tears impaired your vision.

Looking up as you reached the ground, you let out a gasp as the building in front of you succumbed to the flames, crumbling to the ground.

There was nothing left of them.

Nothing.

You stepped forward, but fell to the floor as your legs failed to keep you upright, causing you to let out another painful wail, barely able to breathe, suffocating from the loss of your team.

They were your fucking responsibility and they're gone.

"Reaper, report...please baby talk to me I- I'm so sorry please."

You couldn't answer.

"Baby, stay where you are. I-I'm coming."

And hearing the cracking in Graves' voice only fuelled your rage more. He had the nerve to be upset, to be hurt, after what he just did?

You had to get them out.

They needed you.

They yelled for you.

"Reaper, don't!"

Without realising, you'd spoken out loud.

You leapt from the ground, feet pushing you forward at a speed you hadn't reached before, pushing for the building.

You were almost there, almost to your team, their screams getting louder as you got closer.

"Baby! Stop!" a voice yelled from behind you, but you ignored it.

You kept running, duty pushing you forward.

A hand caught yours, yanking you back, stopping you in your tracks, "(Y/N)! God damn it, stop!"

The momentum turned you, slamming you into the body in front. Looking through you dampened lashes, you came face to face with your fiancé, who had jumped from the helo to come and get you.

He did this.

"Stop! Get off!" you fought back, pushing Graves away from you, but he was quicker, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you flush against his chest. "Stevens! Javi! Graves get the fuck off me they're shouting for me-!"

"They're gone...they're gone, baby, stop."

You continued to punch, hit, scream, anything to weasel out of his grip and run to your team, run towards their screaming voices. 

They were there, you swore it.

"Get off me! Can't you hear them screaming?! They need me!" you whimpered.

Graves bit his lip, holding back his own tears, "No one is yelling for you, baby, they're gone..."

"They're not fucking gone! They're shouting for me they need help! Why won't you help...why won't you..."

Your movements slowed as you sobbed through your words, each hit feeling like a tickle to Graves, who held you close, his own tears forming at your broken state.

"W-why..." your voice cracked, "h-help them...please, Phillip...why won't you- they need me-"

His hands moved to hold your face, forcing your eyes to look into his and away from the massacre ahead.

So beautifully blue.

"I'm so so sorry, baby." he whispered, thumbs rubbing your cheeks, "They're gone...they're gone."

You scanned his face, desperate for him to say he was joking, to show he wasn't serious. But it didn't come, and your team really was gone.

Opening your mouth, only a small sound came out, and the tears fell once more before your legs gave out, and you dropped. He was there to catch you, moving with you, falling to the floor and pulling you onto his lap to hold you close as you sobbed into his chest, hands clawing at him for any kind of stability.

He smoothed your hair with one hand, keeping you tight against him, as the other locked around your waist, allowing you to cry with some kind of privacy as Shadow soldiers seeped from the forest to contain the blaze.

Your team wad dead.

Because of him.

He was here and they were dead.

[abbatoirablaze]

January Updates

So I knew that December was going to be pretty crazy, and very out of wack for my updates...a lot of personal things happened/have happened that are still affecting me, but I'm still working on stuff for everyone.

My schedule should go back to a normal schedule this month.

WIPS ENDING THIS MONTH

MSI-Dream Girl (Pornstar Chris Evans X Reader)

Into The Light (Super powered Reader X Lamplighter)

The Understudies, Season 1 (The Umbrella Academy)

Just Ben (Soldier Boy X prostitute reader)

The Nanny (Dilf! Jake Jensen X Nanny reader)

Big Bad Wolf (Lloyd Hansen X innocent! younger reader)

NEW WORKS

SDAU-The Alpha & The Omega (Alpha Bucky Barnes X Theta Reader X Omega Steve Rogers)

Police Academy (Various CEvans and SebStan characters X female and male OC's)

MSI-Out Of The Closet (Pornstar! Thor X Male fluffer OC)

AOD- All For You (Mob AU/ Bucky Barnes X Shuri)

TM Tragedy Season 3 (SOA Season 3 X OC characters)

[koalpigeon]

Levi Ackerman x OC "The First Task"

Chapter One spoiler!

Unedited!!

Will eventually post it on Wattpad under the user KoalaCase.

"Hey, mop top!"

"Sir!" A male with chin-length blonde hair moved his right hand into a fist and placed it over the opposite side of his chest, whilst his other hand moved behind him on his waistline.

"What do they call you, maggot?" The man who spoke had no hair, and only a slight strand of hair that made up what was assumed as a moustache as he glared at the said blonde, waiting for him to answer the question.

"Armin Arlert, from Shiganshina, sir!"

Multiple people stood around him, their hands firmly pressed over their backsides, waiting to be called upon after the older one was finished with the blonde.

"Wow, seriously? Why would your parents curse you with such a dumb name?" He added, surprised.

Along the lines of men and women was a rather short female, who clenched her fists as she glared at the man. He had no right to say such a thing. Especially if they knew nothing about you.

"It was my grandfather, sir!" The blonde continued to respond, not showing if the man's words got to him, but the female's red hair flopped in her face, covering her eyes slightly as she shook her head slightly.

She was upset, but she knew that even if she wanted to say something, her body would freeze up. That's what social anxiety gave her, yet here she was.

"Cadet Arlert! Why is a runt like you here?"

Squinting his blue eyes shut, Armin opened his mouth. "To help humanity overcome the Titans!" The boy didn't quiver, but the teenager knew better than that. He was internally struggling to keep himself straight.

"That's delightful to hear! You're going to be a great light snack for them! Row three, About Face, runt!"

The man grabbed the shorter's boy's head, turning him around as the boy's eyes opened and stared straight ahead, moving his arms to their original position.

It was time for the next person for this man to quiz on about.

Standing in front of a rather sturdy male, the bald man towered over him still, despite the height of the teenager. "What do you call yourself?"

"Sir, my name is Thomas Wagner, I'm from the Trost district!" The teenager was also a blonde, but it wasn't as bright as Armin's, instead, it looked duller in comparison. His yellow, golden-like eyes didn't waver as he stared directly at the older man.

"I can't hear you!"

Inhaling, the ginger female gripped her hands together, trying to use this to distract her from saying something she'd later regret.

Her goal was not to stick out and talking out of turn would do the opposite of what she wanted. Restraining herself to keep a blank face, the superior male stopped in front of the man to her right.

"What do we have over here?"

"Jean Kirstein, sir. From the Trost district!" Leaning over the recruit, the soldier before them stood straight. "And why are you here, Cadet?"

The ginger kept her mouth pressed in a firm line as the other one's eyes widened in surprise. He wasn't expecting that question. His face soon formed a cocky smirk that the smaller female just wanted to kick off.

"To join the Military Police, sir. The best of the best." The ginger's face contorted to one of indifference once the recruit spoke, slightly annoyed. "That's nice. You want to live in the interior, do you?"

"Yes."

The female's eyes squinted as the bald man headbutted the other, causing him to fall on the ground on his knees, shaking as he held his head, refusing to utter a word.

She may not like this man, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement towards his actions to the cocky boy beside her.

"No one told you to sit, Recruit! If you can't handle this, Kirstein, then forget about joining the Military Police!"

He turned to the female, looking at her, and opened his mouth. The girl let out an inaudible sigh, knowing she was next. "What would they need such a small recruit for, hm? What's your name?"

Looking up at the man with a serious expression, she moved her hands to their respective places.

"I'm Guinevere Adler, from Shiganshina, sir!" She reprimanded herself on sounding a little too sarcastic when she uttered 'sir' and if the man could tell, he didn't mention it.

"What do you want to do here? What do you think you can accomplish?"

"To help humanity from the grasp of Titans, sir!" He seemed to not be bothered to comment after that, instead seemed to catch up on something else that caught his attention.

"Fourth row, about face, Cadet!" He ordered before swiftly making his way to another person. "What the hell is wrong with your face, you smiling idiot?"

"Marco Bodt at your service, sir, from Jinae. South side of Wall Rose. I aim to join the Military Police and give life and limb in service to the King!" Guinevere narrowed her eyes as she saw from the corner of her eye that the freckled boy indeed seemed a bit happy to be here.

"Well, then," the man started, and the smile soon dropped off Marco's face. "That makes you an idealistic fool. And a rube. You want the truth?"

The Commandment invaded the boy's personal space, his golden eyes piercing through the male. "The only use the King has for your life and limbs are as Titan Fodder."

"Hey, Cue-ball. You're up next!" That was all it took for the man to continue his walk around, yelling at people he thought needed to be yelled at, and left Marco with a gaping expression on his face.

The redhead almost felt bad for him.

"Oh, me?" The boy said, confused before doing the salute.

"Sir! Connie Springer, from Ragako Village, sir!" The buzz-cut male was soon grappled on both sides by the Commandment's hands and lifted up. "You have it backwards, Connie Springer. That was the first thing you were taught." He continued to hold the boy by his head, seemingly annoyed.

"This salute represents the resolve in your heart to fight those bent on the systematic destruction of our people!" Pulling the boy from the floor, the Commandment didn't let him speak. "Is your heart on the right side?"

His movements paused as he looked to the side, and he dropped the Connie boy to the ground. "Hey, you there. What do you think you're doing?"

The person he was talking to only looked side to side before taking another bite out of the meal she was holding. "You are officially on my shit list. Just who the hell are you?"

Guinevere watched with wide eyes as the woman swallowed her mouthful, placing the hand with the food over her heart and the other behind her as she answered his question. "Sasha Braus from Dauper Village, at your service. Reporting for duty, sir!"

"Sasha Braus, huh? And what is it that you're clutching in your right hand?" Guinevere's green eyes narrowed as she could clearly tell what she was holding.

"A steamed potato! It sat there in the Mess Hall begging to be eaten. Sir!"

"The theft, I understand," the Commandment spoke, eye twitching in annoyance. "But here? Why eat it here of all places?"

Curious to know the answer, many recruits listened in, their bodies unmoving other than the rise and fall of their chests. There was no way they were going to get into trouble with the angry bald man in front of them.

"It looked quite delicious, and it was getting cold. So, I gave it shelter in my stomach, sir."

The shoulder-length ginger hair rustled as the female contained her laughter at the poor girl's appetite. "Why? I can't comprehend. Why would you eat that potato?"

Confusion rippled through the girl's expression, her brows furrowing. "Are you asking me why people eat potatoes? I'm surprised you don't know, sir."

Everyone's face turned into fear and shock for what the girl had literally just gotten herself into.

Contemplating after a few seconds, Sasha took in a deep breath, tearing a small part of the potato on the end she hadn't eaten, offering it to the man. "Here sir. Have half."

The Commandment's eyes widened as he took the food from her hand. "'have half.' Really?"

Sasha pulled a small smile on her face, potato crumbs all over her face.

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"Man, I thought Sadis was going to kill Potato Girl," Marco said, leaning over the cabin fence with ease, his jumper fitting comfortably over his body. The short redhead stood beside Armin, a hand on his shoulder as they all watched Sasha run laps.

"I know. What a hell of a first day," another said, Guinevere recognising the voice as her best friend, Eren as he stood at the door in a brown outfit that matches his dark brown hair.

"The audacity she had on even attempting on eating the potato," Guinevere murmured, scratching the back of her head with discomfort at the thought of being stared down by the man who was going to be their trainer.

"It's funny," Eren continued, not removing his gaze from the punished girl. "Being told to run 'til the sun sets didn't seem to bother her as much as losing meal privileges for the next five days."

Guinevere moved from Armin's spot to next to Eren, giving his shirt a small tug in a small greeting. It was something they had developed over the couple of years to give a silent hello.

"I think she said that she's from Dauper," Connie announced. "If I remember right, that's a small hunting village up in the mountains." Guinevere's ginger hair cascaded over her gaze, and with a small huff, she pushed it away from her field of view just as Eren asked a question.

"What's that?"

There was a carriage riding away from them, and the further it went – the more you could see into the back and saw people cradling themselves back and forth and their heads down in shame and embarrassment.

"They're dropouts. They'd prefer to work in the fields."

Squinting her eyes, the ginger spotted a few shamed people, knees tucked to their chests in the back. "But it's only the first day," Armin said, confused.

"That's the way it is," Eren explained, pulling at Guinevere's shirt in return, his own greeting to her like she did before. "If you can't handle the pressure, you've got to leave."

Everyone turned their attention on the fifteen-year-old, but the seventeen-year-old beside him could only raise an eyebrow.

"I can't believe anyone would rather pull plants than fight." Marco pushed himself from the wooden beam and turned to Eren with a curious glance. "I know about some of us, but you never mentioned where you were from, Eren."

Eren placed a hand on Armin and Guinevere's shoulders, grinning. "Same as these two. From Shiganshina," he admitted. Everyone's face looked at the three of them with an expression Stephanie couldn't pin. "Oh, wow. That means," Marco trailed off.

"You saw it. You were there that day." Connie's curiosity caused Marco to whirl on him. "Huh? Quiet!" Connie ignored the warning and bounced out questions. "The Colossal one? Did you see him?"

The young woman tensed up at the mention of the massive Titan that had managed to puncture a hole in the wall for the first time in human history.

"Yeah. Yeah, we did."

They ventured inside, and they only got to get a drink and a small bowl of food before they got the chance to sit down at a table before people surrounded the table. "Yeah, we did see the big guy," Eren said once more.

"Whoa, seriously?" Thomas asked, leaning over the table. "Okay, exactly how tall was he?" Another asked, and Guinevere brought her head to rest on the palm of her hand.

"He stuck his head over the outer wall." Guinevere glared at the nearest person, not wanting them to be any closer to her. Not when she was going to hear what happened to her once more.

"Wait, I heard he stepped over the wall completely." Connie knelt beside the table, closest to Guinevere and she looked over at his excited expression.

"So did I," a female announced.

"Well, that was wrong," Guinevere murmured, looking between everyone. "Nah. He was big, but not that big." The black-haired female beside Connie was the one from earlier outside, but Guinevere couldn't remember her name.

"So, what did it look like?" she asked.

"It had a mouth like a corpse. And no skin, just muscles." Eren went back to his food, taking a sip from the spoon as Guinevere didn't bother. She wasn't hungry anymore.

"And the Armoured Titan? The one who broke through Wall Maria?"

"Is that what they're calling it? In all the panic, it was just another Titan to me." Guinevere groaned slightly to hide her discomfort, closing her eyes before opening them once more in hopes that the imagery of that day be gone when she opened them.

They weren't.

"So, what were they like?"

Both teenagers froze at the question, their eyes blurred with sadness. The ginger's green eyes slamming shut once more, the memory of that day flooded her mind once more as it had for the last five years every day.

A smiling creature reaching down to the house that the three kids used to live in, being pulled away by a Garrison soldier, two over his shoulders, the other only just managing to keep up with the man – not taking her eyes off the scene as they were running as if in slow motion away from the awful being. It's hands reaching to the human in the house.

Her legs had been crushed by a boulder that came flying from the wall after the Colossal Titan had broken through. The woman had landed on her stomach, her upper half visible whereas her lower half was trapped and broken under the building. With a swift motion, the Titan had removed the house from trampling the woman completely.

But what was to come was even worse than broken bones.

Their slow movements made way to grabbing the woman, wrapping their fingers around her body, raising her from the ground and into the air. The three children watched as her feeble attempts to get free were in vain.

The Titan raised its other hand, engulfing her in its grasp before snapping her spine in half, no other intention was clear on its face other than devouring the woman's body, before pulling her closer to its jaws.

The limp body of the woman that had raised the three children had flailed lifelessly around its grasp before she was placed inside the mouth of the enemy. Its jaws clamped down on the body, the blood of the person who meant so much to the three children went everywhere, and all they could do was cry out in pain.

She was gone, and they couldn't do anything about it.