#vi621

[kivaember]

have this wip of a freud/621 pwp where they're fighting while they're fucking you're welcome (this wip is mostly sfw)

Freud was on the hunt. 

The heavy footfalls of his steel-capped boots echoed loudly as he prowled through the dimly lit storage facility for the Vesper’s main base of operations in Belius, the towering stacks of shipping containers and crates creating an angular maze with plenty of dead-ends and blind spots. His only source of light was his flashlight that normally hung from his toolbelt when he wasn’t in his piloting rig - after all, if he wasn’t piloting, he was doing mechanical work on LOCKSMITH. 

Or hunting his favourite playmate. 

Belius was in its night cycle, and most good little pilots like Pater were in their bunk, snoring away. But their newest and most difficult member? V.VII Raven was scurrying around after hours, throwing up the figurative middle finger at his enforced curfew despite Snail’s teeth-gritted demands for him to adhere to Vesper hierarchy. 

If it were anyone else, Raven would’ve been tossed headfirst into re-education until his surprising rebelliousness had been stamped out, but fortunately for him, Freud intervened on his behalf. He liked Raven as he was: feral, vicious, always looking minutes away from ripping out his throat with his teeth - and as V.I, he overruled V.II’s increasingly strained suggestion to bring that mutt to heel.

Like hell. Freud was letting this beast run loose for the fun of it. It was Snail’s own fault if he kept letting himself get bitten. 

(He wasn’t even being figurative about it. Since capturing Raven and browbeating him into uneasy compliance by holding Walter’s life over his head, Snail had been bitten by Raven on four separate occasions, the last almost resulting in a lost thumb. To be honest, Freud was pretty certain Snail deserved it in some way. You’d think he’d learn to stay away after the first time, let alone the third.)

While Raven was obedient in terms of carrying out Vesper missions flawlessly, outside of the cockpit he was an agent of surly chaos. Freud thought it cute, though, and he always enjoyed these little games of theirs. After all, there was a reason why Freud was in the storage facility after hours, wandering around this faux maze with nothing but a little flashlight lighting his way… 

“Raven~” Freud called in a teasing lilt. “I know you’re here. You didn’t cover up your trail very well…”

A trail that Freud could see crystal clear beneath the glare of his flashlight. Small boot prints tracked across the concrete floor, an oily sheen to them: because it was an oil, and probably a mix of lubricant and other fluids required for effective AC functioning. Freud had tracked this trail from LOCKSMITH’s sabotaged hydraulics and fuel system all the way to this storage facility, more amused than annoyed about the damage to his AC. 

It was an easy fix, barely a few hours of work. Besides, the aim wasn’t to sabotage LOCKSMITH, it was to catch Freud’s attention. 

He followed the dwindling boot prints until he came to a dead-end… at a glance. He scanned the towering containers, just in case Raven was lying in wait for him up there (happened last time, where the little bastard had jumped on Freud like a rabid monkey and tried strangling him), but there was nothing he could see. However, the dead-end was a wall, and that wall had a ventilation opening, just big enough for someone as small and scrawny as Raven to slither into. 

Said ventilation opening had its grate removed too. 

“Really,” Freud sighed, kneeling down in front of it and shining his torch up there. “How am I meant to fit in there…” 

He could probably squeeze in and have enough space to crawl, but he’d be damned if he encountered a sharp corner. He wasn’t that flexible, and unlike the augmented assholes in the Vespers, Freud was beholden to the march of time. He was in his late thirties, and his joints weren’t as bendy as they used to be. Though, maybe he could-

“Ngh!”

-a sudden weight rammed into his back, and it was only his quick reflexes that stopped him from braining himself against the edge of the ventilation duct. He frantically slammed his forearm against the wall, and pushed back, landing hard on whoever had body slammed into him and hearing that familiar, wheezy grunt of Raven having all the air squashed out of his lungs. It was a very distinct noise.

Cheeky little- he ambushed him!

Grinning ferally, Freud twisted around and tried to get Raven into a headlock, but the smaller mercenary was as slippery as an eel. He dropped his flashlight during the fray, a stray kick sending it spinning and half-blinding him as he wrestled with Raven in the dark. The merc didn’t hold back his punches at all - literally. Freud had to bite back a grunt of pain when Raven full on slugged him in the chest, clearly going for the solar plexus and narrowly missing it - but it left him open in exchange. 

Freud grabbed his arm and twisted it violently, Raven letting out a strained, gasping snarl of pain, and slammed the mercenary face down on the floor. Raven thrashed and squirmed underneath him, even trying to twist around to bite him, but with his arm firmly held against his back, he wasn’t going anywhere. 

Freud was the victor, and he took his rightful throne of sitting on the back of Raven’s thighs as a result. 

“Well…” he panted, winded from that punch. Even if it missed his solar plexus, it still knocked the air out of him, damn. “You got me good for a second there, scavenger bird.” 

Raven hissed at him like a cat. 

“You were hoping to concuss me, hm?” Freud murmured, his blood still running hot but not quite clouding his mind as he thought back to that whole exchange. It would’ve worked. If Freud hadn’t been so quick on his reflexes, he would’ve smashed face first into the wall, leaving him disorientated. Raven would’ve capitalised on that, and…

But, it didn’t quite work out like that. Freud had been that little bit faster, but the ambush had still been pretty good. Freud got a little too complacent. 

“Looks like I won, though.” Freud shifted his weight and, still keeping Raven’s arm twisted behind his back, pressed his body in close, so he could murmur into his ear: “That means I get to decide the penalty.”

Raven didn’t respond or move. His free arm was slightly extended past his shoulders, and the narrow beam of his flashlight shone directly onto his scarred fingers. They were twitching slightly, like Raven was fighting down some sort of response, and Freud couldn’t help but smile. Down but not beaten… if Freud wasn’t careful, Raven might try going for the eyes again. 

Keeping his heavy-lidded gaze on Raven’s twitching fingers, he nosed his dark, half-curled hair before gently biting his ear. The mercenary flinched beneath him, and Freud pressed his half-hard erection against the firm swell of Raven’s ass, grinding languidly. 

Raven’s twitching fingers curled into a loose fist.

[kivaember]

AC6 Fic Thus Far!

Okay, I have outstanding fic prompts to tackle, but my inbox is still open for prompts and the like.

Thinking of doing an Xmas oneshot for tomorrow, and I'll likely make it viv621... I just wanna write smth sweet and maybe horny between those two...

Anyway, please see below a complete list of my AC6 fic (posted to tumblr)! I've sectioned them off into multi-chaptered, oneshots, and drabbles for easy scrolling.

If you wanna check out all of my fics though, they're on AO3 and can be found in the memento vivere (remember to live) series.

MULTI-CHAPTERED

alis propriis volat (they fly with their own wings) | VIV621 | T+ Summary: Snail's ambush fails in Institute City, and Raven is captured by the RLF instead.

carrion-eaters | VI621 | M Summary: Freud hijacks Raven's re-education for his own personal interests.

hunting dogs | Walter + His Hounds | M Summary: Walter and his hounds, a year before Rubicon.

the memory of good things gone by | Walter/Michigan | M Summary: After the Coral surge at Watchpoint Delta, Walter finally accepts Michigan's offer for a face-to-face meeting.

the regretter's friend, the forbidden fruit | Flatwell/O'Keeffe | M Summary: Flatwell's infiltrated Schneider, and catches O'Keeffe's attention - a meet-cute between spies.

Young Jupiter | Michigan/Walter | M Summary: Walter and Michigan meet on Ganymede, a Jupiter colony, forty years before the events on Rubicon.

ONESHOTS

the get-along (shirt) mission | Iguazu/621 | T Summary: Balam hires Raven for a mission. Iguazu is his resentful mission partner.

ships that pass in the night | VIV621 (Rusty/621) | T+ Summary: Rusty and Raven share a drink after the Ice Worm mission.

(un)friendly fire | VIV621 + VI | T Summary: Rusty and Freud fight Raven - and each other over Raven.

killing faust | Walter | T Summary: Walter, aged twelve, attempts a murder.

The Flag (1918) | Flatwell/O'Keeffe | T Summary: Ten years before events of AC6, Flatwell and O'Keeffe meet up.

Ortus | Flatwell + Rusty | T Summary: Rusty's childhood.

DRABBLES

fall | VIV621 + Walter | T Summary: Rusty and 621 vs brainwashed Walter during LoR.

DILF | Walter/621 | T Summary: 621 learns a new word.

abort | Iguazu/Volta | T Summary: Iguazu doesn't eject during Balam's assault on the Wall.

shudder | VIV621 | M Summary: Rusty and Raven survive the fall from the Xylem and Raven crawls into STEEL HAZE ORTUS's cockpit.

pictionary | 621+Ayre | Gen Summary: 621 and Ayre play pictionary.

cage | 621/Nightfall | Gen Summary: Nightfall checks up on 621 after handing over the Raven name.

locker room talk | Iguazu/Volta + Red | T+ Summary: Red overhears something suspect in the locker room.

unsolicitated advice | Rusty + Dolmayan | Gen Summary: Rusty runs into Dolmayan as V.IV Rusty. Some advice is given.