#and simmons abandoning him

[yanderes-galore]

Hello! It’s 📸 anon. Could you please do a Halo RVB rivalry concept with Simmons and Grif with a blue team darling? Preferably set in the first few seasons, Blood Gulch Chronicles era. Thank you!

Ah yes, the original sillies. I apologize as it's been a long time since I saw Blood Gulch Chronicles so I'm going primarily off memory and my concepts!

This is less on their general yandere behavior and more on how they would react to the situation. If you want to see their separate yandere behavior in depth, check the concepts below!

Had some help from the requester for some of this near the end!

Original Simmons Concept

Original Grif Concept

Yandere! Simmons vs Grif with Blue Team! Darling

(Blood Gulch Chronicles)

Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Jealousy, Stalking, Fear of loss/abandonment, Violence, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Forced relationship.

Simmons would be Hesitant/Observing, Compassionate, Forgiving, Easily jealous, Emotional, Caring, and Self-Conscious about himself and his feelings.

Simmons is the type of yandere that struggles to reach out to his darling due to a fear of rejection.

Despite this he is very kind and compassionate.

He's easily jealous yet somewhat forgiving, he's also a bit delusional.

He'd be the one to blame everyone but you for things going wrong.

You could do no wrong to him.

Simmons is also emotional and often searches for comfort in his darling.

Simmons is even incredibly anxious about losing you to anyone.

Grif would be Loyal, Somewhat emotional, Caring, Fears being abandoned, Obsessive, Somewhat manipulative, Cold, Somewhat possessive/jealous, and Delusional.

He's more delusional than Simmons.

He also has an easier time with interacting with you.

Grif normally shows he hates everyone else but around his darling people can see there's a difference in his behavior.

He acts likes he doesn't care what others think of him but would be hurt if he heard you didn't like him.

He fears abandonment like Simmons yet would sacrifice anyone if it meant he'd have you.

Grif can go some time without thinking of you unlike Simmons, yet when he sees you he's all about you.

While Simmons is more like a lovesick puppy, Grif is similar yet a little bit more emotionally manipulative.

This is all information I pulled from their separate concepts.

Both Simmons and Grif are very similar yanders types with slight differences in confidence and jealousy.

Those concepts implied you were on the same team, however.

In this concept not only are you on Blue Team, but the two are competing for you.

Honestly this being around the Blood Gulch Chronicles era may make this more intense.

This is due to the fact you're on two different teams.

Not only do the two feel jealousy and tension between each other, they have to worry about you being close with others in Blue Team.

Imagine the tension Tucker causes, the single most flirty character in RvB?

Tucker could just be playfully flirting with you and the two red soldiers spying on you are seething.

Due to it being the more light hearted times of RvB, I imagine their rivalry would be comedic.

Stuff like they catch each other stalking you and get into a petty argument.

The two definitely sneak near the Blue Base just to catch a glimpse of you.

The issue is both of them never get a chance to talk to you.

Maybe they try to get Caboose to tell them things about you?

Caboose has no idea why both Simmons and Grif keep asking about you.

Maybe he even thinks you have fans or something based on how desperately they try to ask about you.

The two would fight more if you were on their own team.

Yet since you're on Blue Team it becomes a competition until they can find a way to get closer to you.

Speaking of getting close to you, there isn't many ways of doing that.

Either of them can probably ask Caboose to arrange a meeting with you.

That's how conversations with the two start and how you meet them.

You notice Simmons is shy and struggles to speak with you at times, it's cute in a way yet you keep your distance.

Grif is a bit more entitled yet he seems to show an interest in you and tries to play things casual.

There's a certain air to speaking with them.

You can vaguely tell they have an interest in you, you just don't know the degree.

The other way the two could talk with you is if they... well... took you in.

Be it disguised as a hostage or one of them gets too eager and takes you, that's another way you can interact.

Simmons is the one most likely to kidnap as Grif is lazy.

Either way, whoever does it may disguise it as a hostage situation for the other team's flag.

Only for their real intentions to be more sinister.

Hell, maybe Simmons and Grif work together temporarily to take you to their base before resuming their fight.

Simmons often comes up to you alone to rant about nerdy interests, trying his best to warm up to you.

Meanwhile Grif comes to you to (begrudgingly) offer food and speak with you also.

They try to keep their obsession secret from the rest of their team but some can tell the two don't just have you as a hostage.

The two are both needy for your attention.

One may come at the same time, resulting in an argument.

Simmons is the one that visits the most compared to Grif.

Grif is less reliant on you to reassure him, hut he checks in to make sure Simmons isn't being too cozy with you.

The two mostly argue with each other instead of anything violent.

So don't expect the two to kill each other over you.

They both may corner Tucker later for all that flirting.

Honestly when it comes to a Blue! Darling they'd have moments where they cooperate due to their similarities.

Only for them to argue and fight again later.

You get worried when one of them gets overly affectionate.

Like maybe Simmons is in the middle of his delusions and asks if you love him in such a serious tone.

Or Grif pulls you close to him so he can whine about Simmons taking your attention.

The two are just so needy with you, especially when they have you as their captive.

Good luck to Blue Team getting you back, the two are not letting you go.

They've worked so hard to get you to their base already?

Here's some other things that were suggested they'd do.

The two may try to hide Blue Team's flag to prevent hostage negotiations from going through.

Then Blue Team has nothing worthy enough to trade.

A silly thing to think about is your armor being painted red while Simmons and Grif try to convince Blue Team you "were never blue" and they just "didn't notice".

Simmons would definitely use Sarge's approval of him to guard you more often than Grif.

Unless it backfires and Sarge feels guarding you is the only job Grif can do right.

Sarge has no idea he's being used for relationship drama.

Simmons and Grif are willing to do anything to make sure you stay.

Be it silly or clever... they're determined.

They don't plan on letting you leave them so easily...

Not when you haven't said who you really love yet!

#yandere halo red vs blue #yandere halo rvb #yandere red vs blue #yandere dick simmons #yandere dexter grif

[rubykgrant]

Imagine RvB characters with superpowers. But just one each, like in RWBY or My Hero Academia. Could totally see Sarge being an unstoppable force, or Tucker being the center of attention, or Caboose being able to make things not work properly. Church splitting off parts of his psyche as clones. Maine having permanent copies of powers. Wash making a memory fog. Kimball having a speed buff for herself & others. Jax making videos of his memory. Just so many possibilities!

There are a handful of RVB Super Power AUs out there that are all very interesting (the two I'm more familiar with are the "Villain AU" by @smilysstuff , and "We Didn't Even Kiss Until Issue 26" by @cinaed . I've also seen some cool Spider-Man/Spider-Verse concepts from @leonardalphachurch and @donut-entendre ~)

You've got some cool super power ideas for them too! The characters are all so weird, it is easy to take the various talents or certain personality traits and turn them into super abilities, either ones that fit easily with them, or perhaps ones that seem like the "opposite" of what is typical.

If I was going to put them into a Super Hero setting, but maybe try to make it a little different from some of the others I've seen... I might put them in a Batman scenario! Except it doesn't totally follow the same formula... because NONE of these dudes are a billionaire playboy who is also a scientist and expert martial artist. So instead...

"Blood Gulch" is actually the name for a small area of the city (basically, Crime Alley), and through some random (or perhaps connected) events, a lot of people have had an unpleasant experience there... Church woke up with no memory besides his name and a few vague bits of info of his life. Tucker was attacked, and his child was kid-napped. Caboose lost his penny (everybody thinks this is stupid, but you don't understand; it was the GIANT penny!). Donut got nailed with a grenade. Grif got ran-over by a tank (followed by Simmons agreeing to give up some organs to try and save his life at a hospital, but when doctors insisted Grif wouldn't survive the surgery, Simmons followed a very shady tip that somebody from that area could help them both... and so Simmons got a back-alley operation, then woke up a Cyborg. Grif is OK). Sarge got shot in the head. Tex "died" for the first time, and discovered she doesn't STAY dead. A strange villainous voice seems to "haunt" the area, but is only ever heard when Doc is around. Nothing bad happened to Kai, but she got busted for throwing a rave in an old warehouse there once.

Not all of this happened on the same day or anything, but it sure is a COINCIDENCE that all these people hurt somehow in this general area, isn't it!? Anyway, Church meets Tucker after Junior got kidnapped, and despite seeming so unfriendly, he's the only guy that listens to Tucker's weird story (because the group that took Junior didn't seem... human). The cops won't help, and Tucker doesn't want to leave the city unless he has a lead, so... Church takes him to where he's been crashing.

Which turns out to be a HUGE mansion, that has sat abandoned for years. Church may be a hobo, but he's a hobo with standards (also, he seems to know all the combinations for the locks. wonder why). Eventually, they run into Caboose out on the streets, sobbing over his penny. He follows them around all night, and Church finally agrees to let him com back to their mansion. Once inside, Caboose's clumsiness and nonsensical luck allows them to discover SECRET PASSAGEWAYS! There is a whole underground lair below the mansion! With some very interesting (and suspicious) technology. Oh, and it seems to be OCCUPIED as well?

So, while all that was going on, Sarge has been running around Blood Gulch at night, being a weird vigilante about it (he still has his own shotgun, but after it got damaged, the thing doesn't actually fire anymore. instead, he carries it around for the AESTHETIC, and a lot of people in the city start rumors about a guy who has a gun he doesn't shoot for some "metaphorical" reasons, but it really isn't that deep; it broke, he doesn't want to throw it away, he can't afford to get it fixed, and he's too stubborn to just get a new one. on the plus side, various bad guys have gotten the idea that if they don't use guns, the vigilante won't shoot them, so everybody has gotten less lethal in general). Sarge also collects weirdos who have gone through their own odd incidents...

He likes the idea of having a cyborg on his team, and Grif seems to be good at... not dying? That comes in handy. Donut just kinda invited himself and stuck around. Sarge finds an abandoned robot one night, so now they have a robot! His speech functions are stuck on Spanish, but Lopez is very capable at just about any task (he will still complain the whole time). Sarge decides to call their group... The Red Hood Gang! He still wears the red hoodie he had on when he got shot when doing vigilante stuff (plus a mask, and other gear). They move into what they THOUGHT was an old cave system outside the city... and find it has LOTS of interesting tech inside!

When Church's group finds out the Reds are basically living in their basement and hoarding all the cool junk, and the Reds realize these guys have an upstairs with actual bathrooms and a kitchen, they proceed to have a whole war over who gets to keep everything. As they fight and claim certain things for themselves, one of the big computers comes online... and a strange, high-pitched voice who introduces himself as Vic starts giving them info and "advice" on how to find the people that have caused their problems. Begrudgingly, the two groups decide to work together (Church's team calls themselves Blue Birds, since the gear they get is blue, and themed after birds; also, they get a cool vehicle! Sheila is their Batmobile~).

So, now the Reds and Blues are all doing vigilante stuff. They still bicker with each other, but no longer enemies. Other people in the city do not know how to deal with these chaotic weirdos. They eventually meet up with Tex, and Grif's sister figures out what her brother is up to. Doc has a brief time being "kid-napped" by the :evil voice" as O'Malley tries to be a full-on villain like the Joker, but eventually he settles down, accepts that he's really part of Doc, and they other accept Doc is part of their group too. Tucker even gets Junior back, and Caboose finds his GIANT PENNY! Things seem to being well... but THEN-

A corrupt police force doesn't like all these vigilantes exposing their own criminal activity, and hire outside help of a special agent; Washington. He initially tries to very seriously solve some of the problems in the city, and when he gets framed for even BIGGER problems, he just has his own villain-moment, taking it out on the Reds and Blues... but they win him over. New vigilante hero! He moves into the mansion with the rest of them, but one night when they return, the place has a new guest; Carolina, who informs them that this is HER FAMILY'S HOME. She's been away, doing all kinds of cool secret martial arts training around the world (that's right, she's the REAL Batman~), and comes back to to find a whole circus moved in while she was gone?

She also explained that the underground caves were where he father once had a whole secret project going on, with people being part of several experiments that claimed to make them "super heroes", but those running the show had ulterior motives (some of them were selling tech to other groups, thus creating lots of criminals with a huge advantage). Wash had been part of this program, but like the Reds, he never knew about the mansion above ground or the connection to Carolina's family. Tex was part of it too, but she kind of forgot some of it. Church... well, it seems that one the plans of Carolina's father was to try and bring her mother back to life, and one attempt involved a sample from a supernatural pool of energy, which he tested on himself first. The result was Church (this is a bit like all the R'as al Ghul/Jason Todd stuff).

More Batman-tastic shenanigans ensue... meanwhile, over in Metropolis, all the Chorus problems are happening! Instead of a surviving child of Krypton coming to Earth, a ship containing the collective history and technology landed on the planet. In secret, a group has been slowly using the advanced tech for personal gain, and some people are also stealing it for themselves. Two sides of a "war" break out, each being manipulated into fighting because once they're all gone, nothing will stop a certain rich business man from taking everything for himself (Hargrove is basically Lex Luthor. Felix and Locus use lots of Krypton tech, and also have access to the temporary Super Serum that gives them small doses of powers).

Sorry, that was a LOT for a basic "Batman/Superman" AU haha

#ask #answer #anon #red vs blue #rvb

[smutlord-supreme]

A Long Road Home 18+

König X AFAB reader

Just under 8k words

CW: Violence, Mentions of War, Mentions of Kidnapping, Smut, Size Difference, Unprotected Sex, Drugging/Sex Pollen, Oral Sex (both ways), P-in-V Sex, Fingering. 

No use of Y/N. MCs callsign is Banshee. 

Summary: You and König are partnered for a mission when thing go wrong and you are hit with a grenade filled with some sort of afrodesiac. You both hope to make it back to base before the effects kick in but fail. Smut ensues. 

-Have fun with this one, if you like it I do have alot more ideas to continue this story, its the first fanfiction I've posted since I was fourteen (and the first to Tumblr ever) so be kind but constructive criticism is welcome. -

You had been partnered with König for 3 months now. He was a skilled insertion specialist and you respected him greatly. Standing 6’10 and roughly 250 lbs he was a beast of a man. Adding to his intimidation factor was a hood with bleached streaks running down from the eye holes, almost like tears. You liked König; he wasn't too cocky, or loud. Your last partner had been both, so this was a breath of fresh air. 

König had been a godsend. These last 3 months had been the easiest of your career. You were an Extractions specialist, with a focus in covert operations. Most people had assumed that König would be more of a burden than anything, due to his size, and frankly threatening aura. But you would always be quick to disagree. And it turned out to be for the best, König was willing to stay indoors and travel at night time, in fact it seemed like he preferred it. So covert operations was a perfect fit.

It wasn’t until this last mission that things had gotten complicated. You had been sent to a small town just north of Al Mazrah City, on the border of the United Republic of Adal. A simple extraction gig, fetch the daughter of a UK diplomat and take her to KorTac HQ for return to sovereign soil. Shouldn’t have taken more than 2 days including travel.

You arrived at the safehouse at midnight, the building you would be calling home for the next day was kitty corner to the supposed holding place of one Katie Simmons. The building she was being held in was nondescript, grey solid stone walls, flat roof, with an entry point that probably led into a stairwell. One front door, white, basic, König could break it down easily. And no windows to be seen.

You watched the house until the next night. Minimal movement, you estimated 2-3 armed guards, nothing you couldn’t handle. For once KorTac’s intel had been correct. So if that trend continued, Katie would be held in a downstairs bedroom, bound but unharmed. Around 8pm someone brought the mercenary standing on the roof a plate of food. Dinnertime. Everyone would have their guards down. You turned and woke a napping König.

“Get up, let's make our move.” The masked man opened his eyes and nodded, standing up and shaking a bit to get the blood flowing. You both threw on your backpacks and walked out the back door of the ‘abandoned’ house you had been camping in. This whole town had been abandoned during a set of bombings by the Republics northernmost neighbors so you didn’t need to worry about being spotted by any nosy civilians. 

No one stopped you as you crossed the street, the guard on the roof must have been tucking into his meal about now. You stopped by the front door, motioning König to kick it down. He nodded again, a man of few words. 

With a bang the door flew open and König pressed his body into the house, immediately shots went off, there were definitely more than 3 guns in there. You could hear König’s gun firing and reloading as you stayed pressed to the wall waiting for his signal to enter. 

This is what you did, König entered first, scared away or killed everyone in the main area and then you entered at his signal. Your job was to extract the target, his was to eliminate anyone necessary to get the target out alive. Not that you couldn’t handle yourself with a gun, but you had to admit König was much more intimidating. 

“Clear.” You swung your body into the door, gun raised at his signal. There were at least 6 dead. Every time KorTac gave you bad or invalid info you considered quitting. But the pay was good and it's not like you had anyone waiting on you at home. The inside of the building was nice enough, most of the bodies were in the kitchen and dining area to the right of the door. A steaming bowl of some sort of red pepper stew was on the table. You took a quick survey, there was a hallway on the other side of the main living area, 2 doors to the left, and a set of stairs at the end on the right.

You approached the hallway, signaling König to follow you. The first door was unlocked and empty, a small bathroom. The second was an office, also empty. You approached the open laptop, maybe you’d find some good intel on it, but it was password protected and your goal was extraction only, anything else was just a bonus. You turned back to König who was standing in the doorway to the room.

“All clear, let's go upstairs.” Another silent nod. He went up first, no one, they must’ve all been downstairs eating dinner when you came in. If they were holding Katie anywhere it would be here, the roof was the only other place, and there was no way they could have kept an adult woman up there without you knowing. 

The upstairs was more cramped, cots and gear strewn everywhere. You wrinkled your nose at it. You weren’t the most tidy, but this was ridiculous. Clothes piled on chairs, food wrappers thrown on the ground, guns out in the open, some of them with the safety off. These were not professionals like you had thought. But someone was funding them, the gear they were so reckless with was top of the line, and not cheap. 

You started opening all the doors upstairs. Another, messier bathroom, 2 empty bedrooms stuffed with even more gear. The last door had to contain your target, König stood at the end of the hallway. He could be a shock to most people, so you usually made first contact with friendlies. You jiggled the handle and found it locked, shooting König a confused glance, at which he shrugged. You stationed yourself in front of the door and landed 1 swift kick to the space right before the knob. It slammed open to reveal yet another empty room.

After a quick but thorough inspection you turned to him, “Fuck! König this one’s empty too. Do you think they took her onto the roof?” 

“Only one way to find out.” When König hadn’t spoken for a while it wasn’t unusual for his Austrian accent to come out in full force, this time was no exception. 

You both headed for the stairs at the other end of the fall, this time König went first, but he found his way locked by a padlocked metal door. He slammed his body into it multiple times before pulling out a crowbar that proved ineffective against the stone building, and the apparently impenetrable door. That proved your theory though. She was probably on the roof. 

You slam your bag on the ground, “Give me room.” The lock on the door seems basic enough, they had depended on it being unbreakable, not impenetrable. You kept bump keys in your pack at all times, easier to carry than a whole pick kit, and König usually had a mallet hanging off his bag for stubborn doors. 

You pushed the key into the lock and held your hand out for the hammer. König was already prepared and waved you out of the way, gently tapping the key multiple times until a click was heard. A slow way to do things, but still faster than going back out and finding a way onto the roof that way. And you needed all the time you could save, there were already sounds of a helicopter fastly approaching by the time you got the door open. 

You peeked your head into the fresh air on the roof, staring at the sky, “Two klicks to the South, let's move fast big guy!” You could imagine him nodding, although you didn't look back at him as you ran out onto the roof, pushing over and kneeling behind a lawn table for some cover. 

König on the other hand ran straight at the person closest to him, throwing him down and stomping on his throat before turning and pointing his gun at the next man. The second man was smarter, holding Katie in front of him with a pistol pointed to her head. He stepped backwards standing on the edge of the roof. 

“You’re going to let us leave here unharmed.” The helicopter circled overhead, looking for somewhere to land. “We just want to get out of here safely.”

You looked at Katie, she wasn’t crying, or even scared at that matter. Normally you would chock that up to nerves, or even drugs. But she looked lucid, and you could even see her lips moving, speaking to the man softly while caressing his arm. He didn’t hold her tightly either. Instead holding her gently, she could have gotten away at anytime. 

“König,” You stood and walked over to him, gun still training on the pair on the edge of the roof. “I don’t think she’s been kidnapped, look at her body language.”

He huffed back at you in agreement. “We’re under contract to send her back to England.” Always so obedient, that was one thing you couldn’t stand about him. Something that KorTac loved, he offset your impulsiveness perfectly. 

“I know that, but what I’m saying is, I don’t think he’s going to kill her.” The Helicopter set down in the yard of the house, sending dangerous amounts of shrapnel around. The four of you hit the deck. “We can just take her now.” You yelled over the sound of the engines. 

He huffed again, “Got it.” Despite the whipping winds he jumped up and ran at the couple now on the ground. The man panicked at the beast running towards him, attempting to stand, but König was faster, kicking the hand that held his gun, and then his face. Knocking him out cold.

Katie screamed and sat up, hitting König in the legs and you stood and ran over as well. “Katie Simmons, we’re with KorTac, your father sent us to rescue you.” You grabbed her by the arm, forcing her to half-crouch half-walk with you back to the door to the roof. “We’re going to take you back to England.” She was shaking her head and sobbing the whole time. “König, cover us.” 

He walked in front, with the landing of the helicopter there was bound to be more manpower coming your way. You met the first person on the stairs between the first and second floors. König shot her point blank and pushed her down the stairs. After that they just kept coming, apparently shoved into the old helicopter like clowns in a car. König took care of three more before they started coming from above, a second helicopter dropping people off via rope ladder.

“Fuck König they’re coming at us from both sides. Hold onto Katie, I’m going to call for Exfil.” You pulled out your portable radio, pulling out its antenna. “Phoenix this is Banshee, you there, over.” 

After a few seconds, “Banshee this is Phoenix, what's your status? Over.”

“We’re in a bit of a bind, Captain, requesting immediate Exfil for 3 to my coordinates. Expect enemy fire, 2 helicopters, do you copy? Over.”

‘I copy 20 Klicks out. Do you have the target? Over.”

“Affirmative, over” 

“Copy, over.”

You turn to König, “Can you hold on for ten minutes?” He nods, still holding onto Katie while she fights for her life. He has one hand clamped over her mouth and the other wrapped around her wrist while she tires herself out. That's one thing you hate about this job. Half of it is fighting terror, but the other half is bureaucratic bullshit like a saving a girl who ran off to marry some boy her daddy didn’t like. 

You shoot a man coming down the stairs, cursing the fact you didn’t bring a larger team, expecting it to be a quick  mission. Just fetch her and bring her back, easy peasy. The people coming down the stairs had armor now, throwing flash grenades to disorient you. A thought crossed your mind, if you died here, on a mission like this, you didn’t have anyone. No one to even inherit your life insurance, it was a little sad. 

König interrupted your thoughts, “We’re going to get out of here. I can hear the helicopter.” This man was inhuman, how could he hear that all over the gunfire, and Katie's wails. “On my count.”

It’s your turn to nod. You were going to run for it, pushing through the group of 10 unarmored men that came through the front door. 

“One...Two...” On three he pushes Katie towards you and takes off, you follow dragging the squirming girl through the space he creates. Soon you are both, somehow, unharmed and outside. You suck in a breath glad to be free from the smoke inside. You see a third helicopter circle above you, bearing the Kortac symbol. You run into the entryway of the building across the street, freeing them up to open fire on the mercenaries on the ground. 

The Mercenary helicopters flee the scene, whoever is funding them is rich, but not rich enough to replace 2 helicopters. Or maybe the pilots are just not willing to die over some quarrel with a billionaire across the sea who won’t even know that they’re dead. That's the thing, the people you worked for, no matter what side you fought for, only saw you as pawns, not real people with families and lives outside of this field. 

You stand with Katie in your arms and König to your back, one of his arms holding you to him, his breath coming heavy. “We’re done.” 

You start laughing, a bad habit from years of stress. “That was so fucked up.” 

After everyone is dead or gone the helicopter sets down in the street and 2 new recruits rush out and grab Katie from you. “Banshee. König.” They nod to you as they pull her into the machine, its blades still spinning slowly. 

König tries to climb in too but is stopped by the smaller of the two recruits. “No room, you’re going to have to drive back.” You sigh, this is probably the Captain's doing, he hates it when he has to send someone to retrieve vehicles from the field. Especially this far out of the way. You know that he probably gave the order to wipe everyone out so that you and König could have a ‘some nice bonding time.’ He was like that. 

König looked like he was about to start something with the recruits, but you pulled him back. He became Ornery at the end of missions, especially when things didn’t go the way he expected. “Come on big guy, let's just get home as fast as we can, I’ll drive so you can lean your seat back.” You hooked a finger into the edge of his vest dragging him out of his position beside the chopper and he followed, although hesitantly. He rarely fought you on the decisions you made.

You took back your spot in the entryway of a house and shielded your faces as the helicopter took off with your target. “Let's get home, I don’t know about you but I’m itching for a nice hot bath.” You turned and smiled at König who you imagined was still frowning under his mask. But he followed you either way as you both gathered the bags you had dropped right outside the house. They had plenty of rocks and shrapnel embedded in them, like our poor tender skin. You hated helicopters, they were such a hassle. 

As you walked back to your Jeep hidden around the corner of the block there was a sound from the roof. Both you and König turned to see what it was, finding Katies lover awoken from his blackout. “YOU  TOOK HER FROM ME.” He was swaying lightly, red in the face and crying heavy tears. It left  his face dirt stained. He held his arms above his head as he held what appeared to be a grenade. He pulled the pin and threw it at you, just as you fired a shot at his head. 

König jumped forward, blocking you with his body, but it's not an explosion but a noxious gas that smells of fish, and chocolate that comes out of the bomb, immediately making you gag. You both run from the cloud. It makes you lightheaded and you jump in and start the car. You drove far enough to get out of the range of the cloud before you stopped the Jeep and turned it off. “Are you ok? Feel any side effects yet?” König shakes his head and you pull out the radio again. “Phoenix this is Banshee, over.”

Click, “This is Phoenix, what is your status banshee, over.”

“We met up with your exfil tem, Katie is on her way, over.”

“Good, what did you need, officer? Over”

“They took out a good portion of the men captain, but the last one hit us with a gas, we don’t know what it was. Please prepare for testing once we arrive Captain, over.” 

“Copied, keep me updated, we don’t have a team to send for you now, so stay in on piece officer. Over” 

Of course he didn’t exfil was saved for less… Expendable characters than yourself. “Copied, over.” 

You started the car again, a feeling in the pit of your belly starting to form. Hopefully this wasn’t one of those gasses that made you throw up all over the place, you weren't squeamish, but you hated being sick. König looked at you intensely through his mask, scrutinizing your face. “You got something to say? Then say it,” you snapped at him. Upset about the lack of support from your employers. He stared for a second more and then looked back out through the passengers side window, watching the drive fly by.

You made it another 20 minutes into the drive before you had to pull over. The road was empty in that part of the state and you were glad for it. You had begun overheating within 5 minutes of starting the drive and now it was unbearable even without windows. You could tell König was too. Panting around his hood, eyelids fluttering. He was very reserved and wouldn’t complain, but with full tactical gear on, it would be impossible to make it through the hour and a half drive back to base. 

You got out and stripped down to your undershirt, knowing you would get chewed out when you got back to base, but choosing not to care. “König,” you nudged him lightly. He sat up, grabbing your hand. He was still wearing gloves somehow. “You’re going to get dehydrated if you keep sweating like that. At least take off your gloves and helmet.” He released your hand and nodded, doing as you asked, and getting out of the car to take off his tactical vest as well. When he turned back around to sit down you noticed a bulge in his pants, ignoring it for the time being. 

You both got in the car and kept driving, but after another 10 minutes you had to pull over again, the tightness in your lower stomach intensifying. Making you move uncomfortably in your seat. Were you… horny? That rarely happened to you. You were always in the field, and you prioritized separating work from pleasure. Things like horniness were for when you were back on home soil. 

You and König both got out, circling to the back of the Jeep. You pulled out two water bottles, bending over the end of the trunk to get to your packed provisions. When you turned back around König was looking at you with that intense blue gaze of his. This time you didn't have the energy to bring it up, handing him the water bottle and sitting on the edge of the trunk in sweaty silence. After a while you were doing some staring of your own, the bulge in his pants had grown… alot. You were struggling to keep from thinking about the size of it, you all wore the same pants, so you knew what a hard on looked like through these pants. The men in your unit were not unexcitable creatures after all… but this, this was a different beast, you could tell.

You didn’t know if it was the lack of sex in your life or this unnatural horniness you felt, but soon all you could think of was what his cock might look like. What it might feel like. You blushed and stood up abruptly. “We should get going.”

“Ein Moment." Königs voice wheezed out. He was panting. Heavily. You turned around to look at him. His eyes lock with yours, filled with desperation as he sits heavily on the back of the car. Making it sink down with his weight. He placed both hands on his knees, finally looking away, but not before you noticed his pupils were massive. You HAD been dosed with something. But what was the question?

You became lost in your own thoughts pacing back and forth. You didn’t want to contact the Captain over the radio, the symptoms were non-life threatening, and, frankly, embarrassing. But what if they got worse… Every option ran through your head and you only stopped when you realized König was groaning loudly, leaning backwards on his hands, face staring at the sky in discomfort. You rush over to him, your own discomfort all but forgotten. He had gotten the brunt of the attack after all, the effects must be tenfold for him. 

“Come on big guy, let's get you back to base.” You prop one shoulder in his armpit and try your best to lift him, but he's not much help, and you're not nearly tall enough to get him all the way up and out of the car. So you both end up falling back into a seated position. “Fuck, you want to help me out here dude. We can’t get you help until we’re back on base.”

König just continued panting, completely out of it. You did the only thing you could think of and you slapped him, right across the face. The blow was softened by the hood he always wore, but it still brought him back to reality. He grabbed your wrist and threw you to the ground. “ WAS MACHST DU?” He stood, towering over you. 

“I’m helping you, now get in the goddamn car we need to get back to base.” You stood and dusted yourself off glaring at him. Your wrist was throbbing lightly where he had grabbed you. You stomped back to the driver's side and got in, slamming the door. He followed closely after and crawled in. 

“I’m sorry.” His head was lowered slightly. 

‘I know, let's just get back to base and try and forget about this.” You started the car again. “It’s been a long day and I’m sure we’re both just tired.”

“Ja.” he crossed his arms and hunkered down, his cock still straining noticeably at his pants, that alone must have been painful. 

The sun was starting to set, which was a welcome break, since your body was now going in waves of hot and cold. Not to mention the throbbing wetness in your own pants. Every time you moved or shifted your clit would brush some seam, no matter how much you tried to avoid the sensation. And it sent shivers through your body every time. 

König seemed to be going through a much similar situation, bucking very few moments, his arms still crossed over his chest. Every once in a while a hand would slip free, reaching down. Then he’d stop himself right before he reached his pants and cross his arms even harder than before. If the two of you weren’t so uncomfortable you would have probably laughed at this situation.

You drove in silence for another 15 minutes before you were outside hunched over and gagging from the hot flashes. There were no more layers of clothes to take off while remaining decent and you were miserable. König got out and rubbed your back gently as you bent over, saliva pooling into your throat. You could feel the feverish heat from his hand through your thin tank top. It was soothing, the rhythmic feeling of his heavy hands.

Your face flushed again as your underwear flooded with heat. You stood up stock straight, turning and running face first into König’s chest. He grabbed you by the shoulders and you looked at him in the eyes. They were filled with vivid exhaustion. You were still nearly 45 minutes from base, and with your symptoms worsening.

You Knelt.

Placing one hand over the hard lump in his pants, praying he was feeling the same symptoms as you. “König I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to make it through the rest of the drive like this.” You gestured to your pants, flooded with warmth, that he couldn’t see. His eyes widened with recognition, so you knew he knew what you meant. “Can I?” You grabbed the zipper of his pants gently.

He nodded and you were once again glad for his strong silent demeanor. You couldn’t think any words could have made this situation less embarrassing. You undid the button and sipped down his pants gently. Warmth flooded out where his underwear was now exposed. You pulled his pants down around his thighs, suddenly driven by a rabid fervor.

You felt like you were starving, the professional part of your brain shutting off being replaced with one that was unbelievably and uncontrollably horny. You freed his cock. Being confronted with a behemoth. If dicks could be equated to snakes then this was an anaconda. A breath escaped your lips, your heart going crazy in your chest. 

You made eye contact with König once again, and you began cursing that mask. Yes his eyes were as hungry as you were, but the fact that you couldn’t see the rest of his face. His panting mouth and flushed cheeks, was a crime. 

You returned your focus to the throbbing shaft in front of you. Gripping it with one hand, he was already hard, painfully so, tip already swollen and leaking precum. You still gave it a few strokes before sitting up on your knees and encircling it in your lips. Horniness and desperation fill your senses as you moved your head slowly back and forth. The sound of his gentle, muffled moans. The taste and smell of his precum. The feeling of your mouth and jaw stretching to accommodate the sheer size of him. It was almost painful how big he is, and it took the majority of your focus just to avoid gagging. 

He wasn’t thrusting, instead just letting you do all the work, which was probably for the best. He was considerably stronger than you were and the pressure in your throat was already enough to bring tears streaming down your face. You looked up slightly, his head was thrown back and one hand hovered just above your head. He was a gentle creature, and if a dick wasn’t in your mouth you would have laughed again. You grabbed the hand and placed it on the back of your head, continuing to pump steadily back and forth while running your tongue over the warmth in your mouth.

With this new, unspoken permission he took the hair tie out of your hair, slipping it onto his wrist and tanged his fingers deep into your locks, as close to the skin as he could get. You could tell he knew what he was doing. You blushed at the thought of this gentle beast ever being with another person. He kept a light pressure on your head, not enough to force you deeper, but enough to make sure you knew he was enjoying himself. Each time your tongue swiped over the head of his dick his fingers would constrict lightly. You did it so many times your scalp was tender and tingling.

You gripped the back of his thigh, right above his knee for support as you began taking more and more into your mouth. Taking every one of his moans as a challenge to go deeper. Your other hand was pressed into a fist, fingernails digging into your palm, grounding yourself. A distraction was most definitely necessary to keep you from gagging every time he hit the back of your throat. 

You looked up again, this time making eye contact with a set of tear filled eyes. “Please, I need-” His voice was breathy and needy. You dug your nails into your palm harder, and strengthened your grip on the back of your pants. You made committal noises and tried to nod around his cock. Only resulting in drool running down your chin and down the front of your shirt.

He got the point though, gripping your hair and thrusting hard into your mouth. You gag involuntarily, smacking him in the back of the knee. After that he continues thrusting but less… violently. Instead opting to push deep into your throat slowly, before pulling most of the way out so you can breathe again. Every time he would thrust in he would let out a winded, mewling moan, whining from the pleasure your mouth and throat brought him.  This cycle repeated for another minute, although it felt like it could have been hours.  Before he pulled his dick out all the way, loosening his hand from your hair and stroking his cock a few times, shooting sticky mess all over your face and into your hair. 

You came down off your knees and collected yourself. There was a mixture of cum, tears and drool staining your face and chest. Sharp red marks showed themselves where you dug your fingernails into your own hand, a few pinpricks of blood where the most pressure was applied. Not to mention the pain in your knees from grinding them into dirt and gravel for nearly 10 minutes. But you couldn’t complain, the pain was a welcome relief to the discomfort you had been feeling for 40 minutes prior.

By the time that you had caught your breath König had gone back to the car and returned with a spare white t-shirt. He grabbed your chin lightly, bending over you, not forcing you to stand quite yet. Softly running the t-shirt over your face and torso. His cock had been stuffed safely back in his pants as well. You were almost sad to be rid of the view, but you didn't say anything about it. 

By the time you were ready to stand the horniness was returning, the inside of your pants once again slick with heat. You stood on shaking legs with the help of König. Walking back towards the car, still unsure how to keep your breath in your body after that. You opened the trunk for another bottle of water, bending into the trunk when you felt a hand between your shoulder blades

“Stay just like that,” his voice came soft but clear behind you. He was so tall, that in this position all you could feel behind you was thigh. Which he shoved between your legs, separating them. He then began to grind that 1 big thigh into the gap, awkwardly, but effectively making the throbbing of your cunt worsen. 

He reached the hand not on your back underneath you, deftly undoing the button and zipper to your pants. Just as you had done for him not 20 minutes before. “Is this ok?” You nodded and tried to make eye contact with him. But when you went to turn your head the hand from your back migrated up to the back of your head. “Shh, don’t look.” His voice came clearer. His mouth was no longer covered. 

You heard cloth shift and rub. He pulled your pants down around your ankles as he knelt behind you. One hand now on the small of your back and the other on your lower stomach. Sandwiching you between his warm hands. You felt his nose brush against the crotch of your underwear. It was big, you had never seen his face so this surprised you. You had always assumed his features to be softer, like most of the German and Austrian men you had met during your service. Although, over the last 20 minutes you had learned many new things about König.

As you were, once again, lost in your own thoughts, he dug in. Starting above the cotton of your underwear. Prodding and kneading at you with his warm tongue, sending a shiver up your body. His breath was hot and tickled the inside of your thighs. You clamped a hand over your mouth to control your breath and the other gripped one of the bags in your trunk with white knuckles.

Soon he pulled back, removing the hand from your back, leaving the one on your stomach, and eased your panties down to meet your pants. He let out a heavy breath, “Sheiße, du bist schön.” With that he sank one finger into your pussy, your breath escaped you. It was huge, but you were so wet it slid in like butter. He stroked slowly, hooking it slightly as he pulled out, catching your edges lightly every time. Then he added tongue back into the mix and you were in heaven. 

You felt him laugh lightly as you squirmed under his touch. You couldn't even be bothered to be self conscious as you groaned and moaned. Eyes rolling back into your head as he added a second finger. You felt like a fish the way you were gasping for air. “König,” Your breathy cries rang out in the air.

“Do you like that Mien Hase?” He was getting cocky, something you would normally find annoying, but right here. Right now. It was the sexiest thing ever.

“Yes, God, Please, I-” he shoved into you, hard. Sucking on your clit like it was the last thing he would ever eat. His fingers dug tightly into your stomach as you ground against his face. “God you’re so-”

He pulled his face back from your vagina,, “Tell me what you need Sußchen. What do you want.” You whined at this, suddenly embarrassed. He waited a few moment, still pumping his thick fingers in and out. “Oh, so you are done?” He said in a teasing tone removing the hand from your stomach and slowly, carefully slipping both fingers from your hole. Lightly flicking your throbbing clit before removing all stimulation.

“No, no, please... Please make me cum,” you couldn’t do anything to keep the whiny desperation out of your voice. 

“I can help you with that,” he planted a kiss on your bare butt. Keeping his mouth on that cheek as he reinserted his fingers, once at a time at a languid speed, like we had all day. 

“König, please,” you begged him, pushing back against his fingers. 

He began kissing any place his mouth could reach as he ramped up with his fingers once again. This time using his second hand to deftly rub your clit while his other hand worked its magic. You whimpered and ground with every single movement. The world falling away to pure pleasure.  You lost all senses outside of sex. The sounds, the smells, the feeling. All overwhelming you. 

And König seemed pleased too, letting out animalistic grunts as he kissed up and down your legs. Speaking softly in German, urging you to keep going, that you were so good, and so sweet. “Come on Hase cum for me. You can do this.” 

Then he started nipping. 

At first on the sides of your hips and butt. But then he dipped further down, in between your thighs. An awkward position you were sure. A small pinching bite followed by the soft swipe of a tongue, repeated a hundred times. Overwhelming you. Anything you had tried to do to hold on was gone now. The hand over your mouth fell away and the air was filled with the sound of your hopeless moans. 

Soon you were cumming around his fingers. Pussy constricting on their firm steadiness, abs hurting as you gasped for the second time that night. You were in heaven laying there, your thighs a mess, as König once again cleaned the slick off your body. He whispered sweet nothings to you while he did it. Speaking the most he had all week. He leaned down and planted one last kiss between your shoulders. 

You pulled on your pants in awkward silence. Not sure if you should tell him that was the best eating out you had ever received or not. He was actually the first to break the silence. “That was amazing. I-” he stopped for a moment, thinking about his words. “I don't know about you, but I don’t regret it one bit.”

You stopped midway through tucking in your shirt and looked at him. “I don’t either.” and you were telling the truth. You didn’t regret it, you had your concerns, but you absolutely felt no regret. “That was amazing.” You leaned up, standing on your toes and kissed his mask, which he had pulled back down before you had stood up.  

Suddenly it hit you. You had fucked your coworker. This could only go one of two ways, management finds out and separates you two, or things get so awkward that you could no longer work together… That made this whole thing quite a waste if you didn’t actually get to feel his cock inside of you.

You reached up and grabbed his hood, pulling him down and kissing him hard on the lips through the mask. “You up for one more round big boy?” his soft eyes grew hungry again, and you swore you could see the signs of a smile under that mask. 

“Are you?” He picked you up, looping his hands under your ass as you wrapped your legs around his hips. Already growing hard at the prospect of you. He walked you both to the hood of the car, now well cooled off during your shenanigans earlier. 

He set you down, this time helping you pull your pants and underwear off all the way. He followed with his own pants, pulling them down and kicking them off onto the dirt road next to him. Looking at his cock from a standing view somehow made it more intimidating. Suddenly doubting if you could fit it in. 

“Scared?” His cockiness was back in full force. You’d have to correct him for that later, but now was not the time.

You took his challenge, pulling yourself onto the flat hood of the jeep and spreading your legs for him. He looked ferocious under the mask. Reaching forward and pulling open your pussy lightly with one thumb, like he was considering how best to tackle a puzzle.

He flipped you over onto your stomach once more. His hips just a little higher than your ass in this position. He rolled the shirt he'd been using to clean the two of you into a makeshift pillow, sticking it under your hips. “Are you ready?” His thumb was once again lightly tugging at the opening to your vagina. 

“God yes König, please fuck me.” You didn’t have to ask twice, König was lifting your hips to meet his cock the moment you said yes. Lining himself up with your dripping entrance and easing himself in. It was an achingly slow process accustoming yourself to his size. He pushed in, stopping once the pressure got too great and then continuing again once you relaxed enough to continue. 

“Mein Gott, du bist so eng.” He grunted with the effort, one hand holding you up, the other holding himself up as he leaned over you. He started stroking in and out of you with a purposefully, frustratingly, slow speed. Each time you tried to push back against his hips he held you fast. Leaving himself in complete control. 

You could only imagine what you looked like from behind. Pussy dripping wet, desperately trying to push more of his cock into you. His fingers were digging into your hip. In the morning you were going to have bruises all over your legs. "God König, you're so fucking big." You squealed as his hips made contact with your ass again. Every time he inserted himself fully you could feel the pressure all the way up to your ribs. Pushing in and out methodically. 

He reached up leaving one hand on your hip and lacing the other through your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your neck. You smiled at him looking at him through your peripheral right as he slammed into you. It made your eyes roll back, and brought out the most guttural moan you had ever made in your life. "Fuck. König!" you screamed. 

He started grunting with effort at every stroke. Finally taking the hand off your hip and letting you thrust and grind as you pleased. The only thing keeping you on the slippery hood of the car was the power behind his hips and pure strength of some gods will. You couldn't help but get loud as the steady pounding led towards climax "please," You moaned, "faster."

He picked up the pace making his strokes shallower, so he could slam himself into your pussy more often. Never reducing the amount of pure power that went into each and every stroke. He leaned over you burying his teeth into your shoulder. That was the final straw taking you over a single, violent precipice. You spasmed as he continued his steady and constant motion though it. 

"We're not done yet, Engel." He slipped your sweating heaving form over onto its back. Only pulling out for a moment before thrusting into you again. In this position you could see just the corner of his jaw poking out from where the mask caught on his sweaty jaw. You reached up and adjusted it. 

You were curious of course. The whole team was, but he was your partner and you'd let him decide when to show his face. He grabbed the hand that pulled down his mask and held it to his mouth. "Danke liebchen." His breath was warm and his hand enveloped yours in an admittedly attractive way. You blushed at the small tender moment between you two. 

After that you kept eye contact as he thrust into you. Building onto your third orgasm of the day. He kept your hand in his, trapping it against the hood of the car. Keeping you from sliding off the edge. With the other hand he reached down and started rubbing slow circles around your clit, making your hips shove into him involuntarily. 

"Jesus Christ König. Fuck!" You grabbed onto the front of his shirt pulling him in for another kiss. While he was down with you, you wrapped your arm around his neck. Savoring his kisses through the hood. 

"God, Hase, can't get enough can you? Let switch this up." He lifts you up wrapping both your arms around his neck keeping his lips on yours and his dick in you. He then grabbed your thighs and coaxed you into wrapping them around his waist. Standing up to his full staggering height while he walks back around to the back of the Jeep. Laying you flat down in the trunk so he can thrust down into you. 

This was a game changer. The kissing, the pressure on your womb, it was all too much. Having you screaming his name while he whispered praises into your lips. One of his strong hands began kneading at your breast. Rubbing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, stopping every once in a while to flick it painfully, making you gasp. "You're so fucking sexy," he looked you up and down. "I wish you could see yourself like this. All full of my cock and squirming around. You're gorgeous."

He began kissing and sucking at your neck like a teenager. Biting the same place on your shoulder as before. This time stopping to suck on that place until you were sure a hickey would form. When he made eye contact again you could tell he was getting close. His breath was heavy and his pupils were small with concentration. "God I'm so close Liebchen. Just a couple more- '' He stroked in again and came Hard. Warm liquid filling your pussy as he continued to thrust until you joined him in Sweet bliss. "Holy shit." He leaned on one arm over you. Not pulling out yet. "That was incredible." 

You stayed that way for several moments before he began untangling himself from you. Getting his cock out was a slow process, your vagina had welcomed him greedily but was less than certain about letting him go again. Finally he detached himself and began wiping up again, pulling out spare clothes from your packs as you wiped yourself down.

"I don't think we'll want to wear what we had. Smells a little… strong." You could disagree with that as you pulled out a pack of wet wipes, cleaning yourself from ears to toes before passing the pack on for König to do the same. With you both redressed and refreshed, apparently recovered from your fevers, you set out to drive the rest of the way to the base. 

You were met with a medical team and your Captain. "Banshee." He addressed you, "You're back late."

"Good evening Captain. We had some… technical difficulties on the way here due to that gas. Lightheadedness, nausea. All things I will go over with the medical team during our tests. Kept me from driving for a good 30 minutes."

"I think you may have lost count of time Officer, you’re well over an hour late." Phoenix said, causing König to chuckle under his breath. "I expect a full report on my desk by tomorrow evening. But for now, go with the medics and get some rest. You did good today, Katie is already on a plane back to England and her father is very happy. We couldn't have done it without you."

"Thank you sir, I appreciate it." With that the Captain walked away leaving you two to be led back to be seen. The medics ran blood tests and found traces of stimulants in your system. Consistent with the symptoms you told them. You left out the real cause of your delay, because as you looked at König from across the room, it felt a shame to share the story with anyone else.

#könig #call of duty modern warfare #könig x reader #könig smut #im asexual what am i doing

[possessionisamyth]

Thought of Sherry and made myself sad because she was 10 (retconned from being 12) during the whole Raccoon City incident and didn't have her pseudo parents (Claire and Leon) for a week before she's being shifted into Simmons' hands.

I was thinking of what kind of lie and the strings of control Simmons would have to cast in order to make Sherry trust him. I can believe she was tutored the year the incident took place partially because they wanted to check her danger levels as a bioweapon and partially because she was a traumatized child so her mental state would need to be balanced before being thrown back into school. The best place for her would be private school the whole time. There's a level of control money brings, and Simmons would be able to pay off or make disappear anyone who might see something strange about her. He'd funnel her to private doctors and nurses for all her appointments where she might be out of school for a week here and there, but her absence and lack of work wouldn't be punished either because, again, money talks.

I can think of her as suspicious and untrustworthy of Simmons at the beginning because Leon promised to protect her, and she's hearing nothing from him. I'd think Simmons would extend an olive branch to keep that control and lie appropriately. If he says Leon abandoned her, it would incite rebellion, and he needed Sherry to trust him. He'd probably tell her Leon was paying for everything with his job so she could live a normal life. Her acceptance of this would come in tiny waves. She did hear other student's parents talk about how expensive tuition and supplies and uniforms are. She is getting the nicest toys whether they're limited edition or sold out before they appear in her room all wrapped up with a bow. She can decorate her room however she wants and anything she needs is provided quickly.

She can't see Simmons weaving the web where sometimes her gifts would read "From: Leon". It's not his handwriting, but Sherry wouldn't know. She doesn't get that an extended school vacation after breaking an arm which healed in a week instead of 6-8 weeks was a means of keeping up the air of normalcy to her peers. She's told over and over Leon's working hard to make sure she has the best of everything, and does she really want to stop him? Does she know what'll happen if she does? Suddenly it's like she's with her parents again. That if she makes too much of a fuss she'll cause problems for them. She'll cause problems for Leon. So she oh so gradually stops asking where he is and what he's doing and when she can see him. Besides, the excuses for why she can't know that information were getting old and tired anyway. "He just left the country", or "He's getting special training," or "He's moving again". It was like they weren't even trying to not lie to her.

Until Claire comes to visit. What better way for Simmons to cement the trust he needs then to let Sherry see the other important person in her life as much as she can? Which does work. When Claire visits on her school breaks and holidays, the lies do feel a lot more like the truth. Sherry doesn't expect Claire and Leon to be attached at the hip, but if Claire can visit while being busy with college, maybe Leon was as busy as Simmons said. It helps that Claire admits she also struggles getting in contact with Leon. So maybe Leon was almost always out of the country and getting training and working all hours since everything Sherry needed was so expensive. Maybe he was working so hard to make sure Sherry had the best life she could. Maybe she should stop trying to see deception that wasn't there and work hard herself to make sure Leon's efforts went to something good. So she stops asking for Leon except maybe around the milestone events like the 13th birthday and 16th birthday and 18th birthday, and highschool graduation, and college graduation, and by then? By then, all the little red flags of Simmons control hadn't registered until RE6 where the mask comes off.

She sees Leon for the first time in 15 years, and it's him telling her everything was a lie. Simmons was a traitor and never had her best interest in mind. Never had their best interest in mind, and too many things are happening for her to process the information. She just has to swallow it all.

What's worse is she probably would try her best not to beat herself up about it, but I don't know how well she'd succeed. The looping mantra of knowing at 10 years old she was right about the lies and fell for them anyway. Having the hindsight of an adult to notice every single time Simmons nudged her life this way or that way to make sure she did everything he wanted. Questioning how many of her decisions were her wanting to be better than her parents, to make Leon's effort worth it, to be as well-adjusted as she could be around Claire, how much was actually her and how much was Simmons' manipulation? How much of her choices and personhood were hers and not a result of what Simmons wanted her to be? Fingers crossed she took a long vacation after RE6, and a longer vacation to really comb through that contract Simmons definitely gave her for her current career.

#resident evil #sherry birkin #derek simmons #claire redfield #leon kennedy #re headcanons #re analysis #gets both tags because im trying to fill in gaps #anyways wheres my claire and leon get sherry fic where all 3 discover sherrys healing abilities and they panic together #sonic voice: Im waiiiiitiiiiiing

[sucker-for-yanderes]

Guardian from Hell

Inspired by Todd McFarlane's 1997 animated series from the Spawn comic series.

"Resurrected from the ashes of his own grave in a flawed agreement with the powers of darkness, Simmons is reborn as a creature from the depths of Hell."

Context: Spawn loving and protecting you, homeless reader, dark subjects such as death, blood, abandonment, and brief mentions of sexual assault but reader does not suffer from it.

Frigid and grim were the nights in Brooklyn. At least, the place where you resided in that much was true. Often taking comfort in the abandoned cathedral, that is where you fatefully encounter the hell spawn.

Rumors of him had stretched across the alleys. A supernatural creature in which his priorities are unclear. He shares the traits of a hero for some and a nightmare for others.

Praying as you do, the man stumbles upon you. First, the green glow of his eyes materialize in which his emergence from the darkness of the shadows follows. You gasp but remain quiet, feeling fearful and yet, you weren't exactly trembling either.

The sounds of murmuring rain with an occasional boom of thunder filled the room and then his heavy footsteps followed with the jingling of his chains.

You moved from your knees to stumbling back onto your bottom on instinct as his tall and muscular body loomed over your smaller one.

No words were exchanged.

His glowing slits for eyes softened for a moment, locked onto you.

With a blink of your eyes, he vanished.

That was the first encounter you had with the peculiar man. From there on out, meetings with him became more integrated into your life. Now it was incessant.

He would not leave your side. He mostly stayed quiet. All you knew was that he goes by Spawn and he watches over you as a protector. At times, you couldn't help but be creeped out. But at the same time, you knew you were safe with him. In fact, you knew you were safe with him.

He provides for you. Carrying you when you're tired. Bringing you new clothes to wear along with things to upkeep basic hygiene in these hard times. Putting his large cape around you whenever you were cold. He'd even bring you books to read to keep you from your boredom.

He showed he cared about you and your well being in a great share of details. He wouldn't let anyone take your joy from you.

At first it started out as his curiosity. Could he love again? Would he dare take a chance? Ultimately, he allowed himself to be vulnerable to you. He allowed his vulnerability to be at your mercy. The more he knew you, the greater his love for you became.

Aside from caring for you and being a provider, he was in it for the kill when you were faced with dangers of the menacing alleyways.

When a man attempted to have his way with you, a scream from you was all Spawn needed. He was there. First, he ensured you were safe and untouched. He handed you a strip of his torn cape and told you to put it on as a blindfold. You learned to not question him and did as he recommended. His reasons for everything he does is to protect you. Because when you did, he tore the head off your almost assaulter as well as another body part that needs no explaining. The loser's body lay on the cold and wet pavement as his crimson blood leaked to the nearest drain, rats coming to do what nature calls them to do.

Nurturing you in the cathedral, his large hands pet your head. You lay on his chest as his cape wraps around the both of you. There, the two of you rest, remaining unbothered.

Spawn and you alike appreciated the peace you two brought upon each other. Sometimes you had wondered if you were really praying to god or the devil. Because he truly was a guardian from hell.

#spawn #todd mcfarlane #spawn x reader #x reader #dark romance #comics #guardian from hell #hell #size difference #protector #protected reader #Youtube

[banamine-bananime]

preface: i was writing a list of my headcanons for funsies and got completely derailed with angsty grimmons shit that needs to be scooped out of that post because it’s stupid long. so here

grif worked in honolulu a couple years after hs graduation until kai was old enough (17) he felt he could leave. did a year at university before realizing he’s smart enough to be admitted to cornell but not to get the scholarship he realistically needs to not be in crushing debt on graduation, and also there’s not nearly enough regimentation to college life to prevent him from rotting in bed paralyzed by “oh my god i don’t have Responsibilities That Need To Be Done Right Now for the first time in forever and idk what to do now” and executive dysfunction. went through basic and stationed on the doomed outpost. That Whole Thing (a polite way of saying “sneaking off for a nap on duty, sleeping through a massacre, and waking up to find literally everyone else dead”) was the nail in the coffin that pretty much shot his last shred of motivation and hope to shit, and based on his behaviour and psych eval afterwards (best summarized as “learned helplessness that everything is shit always and he’s useless and never gonna be able to help anyone so 👍 fuck everything fuck everyone just try to eke some hedonistic joy out of life before you die”) he was reassigned to the sim soldiers.

meanwhile simmons tried to do university several times and had to drop out for mental health reasons (a very polite way of putting “rapid spiral into absolute disaster every time”. it leaves room for giving him the benefit of the doubt that this was a proactive “ah i should take care of myself and this is not working for me :) #selfcare #therapy” decision. this is not benefit of the doubt that anyone who knows him would extend.).

I go back and forth on whether to roll with the “that one throwaway line with a suspiciously specific hypothetical of being in a unit that was stranded and had to eat their dog to survive” thing or just say he was assigned straight to sim troopers. on the one hand, i really love grif and simmons having a parallel immensely traumatic first assignment that made them both Worse in kinda similar kinda opposite ways in line with the ways they were each already fucked up

(grif “life is inherently a garbage fire. i am useless. all i can do is look out for myself and save my own hide by absolute never trusting any authority, refusing to get attached to the other fuckers around here (they’d hate me anyways so just let them hate me), and obsessively hoarding any access to food and shelter and comfort because Maslow said I can’t work on health or belonging or esteem until i do :/ yeah i know, sorry, i’ve got a doctor’s note from him right here.” vs simmons “my life is a garbage fire probably because everyone around me is an idiot fucking something up but also because i’m not trying hard enough. i’m sure if i keep Performing The Maladaptive Behaviours even harder they will work and i THEN will feel respected and powerful and loved. you see you just have to keep repressing every feeling so you can suck up to anyone you detect a whiff of Authority Figure on no matter how little you actually respect them, and follow EVERY RULE and work and work and work. and you had better abandon any compunctions about things like eating a dog you loved or backstabbing a friend for brownie points from the CO who hates him or Literally Murdering your CO for a promotion. and if you ever stop desperately trying, fighting dirty looking out just for yourself, and instead just sit still for a moment and enjoy sincere zero-ulterior-motives connections with people, you will probably definitely immediately die of starvation or exposure (it is a metaphor you see. of exposure to the elements while stranded without resources. for the agonizing exposure of allowing yourself to be known.)”)

on the other hand i’m like whoa now. this boy’s got enough problems we really don’t need to be giving him any more or we’re really never gonna pry him free of the woobiefication fics.

#rvb #red vs blue #dexter grif #dick simmons #alexa send post #grif #simmons

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

Can I get funny hc's for how Sam, Lennox, Carly, wheelie, and agent Simmons if you do him would react to Bee ditching Sam on the side of the road in town, or while doing shopping to go and see his s/o that called him for a surprise date? 💘

Sam:

He's annoyed and upset. Asking if Bee was really going to ditch him at the side of the road.

"Fine, fine, just leave me. Go see your girl, just let me get kidnapped by Decepticons it's fine. Some bodyguard you are."

He does try to guilt trip Bumblebee. But sees it won't work. He asks if Bee would at least take him to town. But he doesn't.

Sam calls Carly and starts to complain about Bee, saying how he can't believe he was ditched. He won't let it go and will bring it up to Bee regularly. "Remember that time you ditched me at the side of the road?"

Lennox:

He gets to hear Sam complain all about it. He just shakes his head while he listens.

On one hand, he can understand why Sam is upset. Bee could have driven Sam home first and not left him. But he also understands Bee wanting to go on a date.

He starts thinking he may have to give the bots more downtime/time off, so Bee can go on dates and not abandon Sam. That way he doesn't have to get an earful of whining from Sam.

Wheelie:

"And now you know how I feel." He tuts, shaking his helm.

He has no sympathy for Sam, he's been left behind many times too. It actually makes him happy, and he can laugh about it now that it has happened to someone else.

He likes to make fun of Sam, saying things like. "You're just bad company, of course, Bee would want his girlfriend instead."

Carly:

She is the one to go pick Sam up. She listens to him and soothes him and consoles him.

But she can also see Bee's side of it. She knows he is busy so date nights are rare. She can understand Bee wanting to drop everything to go on a date when he can.

She tries to tell this to Sam, to try and get him to ease off Bee. She asks him to imagine he was in Bee's shoes and trying to get a date with her. But it doesn't work too well, and she goes back to consoling him.

Simmons:

He laughs when he hears about it.

"What did you think would happen? You can't expect a young man bot or not, to not choose the side of love."

He thinks Sam is at fault not for expecting it to happen at some point, and for getting so worked up about it. He says when Sam grows up and learns about true love, then he'll understand.

#ask #transformers #lennox #agent simmons #carly #wheelie #sam witwicky #bumblebee

[dgknightblue]

So I have this idea of fishman Grif being hired by Simmons step-father as a bodyguard.

Now at the time Simmons wasn’t able to come out as trans and he wasn’t Simmons rather Peterson.

Simmons was a wheelchair bound aristocrat that couldn’t leave their estate.

(I didn’t really want the setting to be in One Piece but I like the fishman elements)

I am torn between having Simmons secretly being a mermaid/ merman (a fishman with a tail instead of legs) or secretly having wings (functional wings) (like the people of Skypiea).

Maybe both like a he gets his wings from his father, who abandoned him and his mom and he gets his tail from his mom.

His step father didn’t particularly like these traits unless they serve to aid him. Which is why he keeps Simmons locked up in his home. Simmons is very valuable but as long as he doesn’t speak.

Simmons never met anyone like him so Grif was a surprise. He immediately fell in love with him but was just so dense about it.

Simmons isn’t happy at all. But this was their backstory.

Soon enough Grif convinced Simmons to run a way with him. They get separated for a few years and when Grif sees him again, Simmons has a daughter.

Simmons got meaner while he was gone but still very cute. The little girl looks kind of like Kai when she was younger.

Grif doesn’t think about it. (Oh he figured it out, he just won’t say anything unless Simmons does.)

#au #cute #red vs blue #rvb Simmons #rvb grif #rvb au #grimmons #oc daughter #fanfiction #poll #polls #rvb poll

[sapphire-weapon]

Same anon who felt a "wave of relief" lmao, but I also thought RE6 story suffered MOSTLY, because of the Wesker absence *shrug*. I'd get a LOT of shit for this, I know, but Simmons was such a WishDotCom Wesker, I honestly found it hilarious. He was such a massively pointless villain and the fill in atmosphere seeped into the whole game, I'm ngl. Jake doesn't get his confrontation, Chris has amnesia, Leon had a manic episode where his personality abruptly changes and the spider guys most interesting aspect was some unexplained, completely random love triangle between Ada and some assistant I think (Carla whomever), because she's obsessed with him, but he's obsessed with Ada and even Leon, the alleged love-sick, mentally ill, hopeless romantic can not tell the difference nor wtf is happening. I'm cackling, WHO wrote this!? The whole thing felt like they threw darts at a board to choose the next plot point.

you would not at all get shit for that; that's a pretty mainstream opinion.

what sucks about simmons is that there's real potential in his character, because he became sherry's legal guardian only to just use her for his own ends, and like.

if the game had been better written, it would've been about leon having to come to terms with the fact that he was a fucking deadbeat when it came to sherry; he claimed responsibility for her but then basically abandoned her in a way that claire never did. but if he'd been smarter/more responsible, he would've been the one to legally adopt sherry as part of his agreement to work with/for the government, NOT this asshole who's using her as his personal army. and instead of leon and simmons fighting over ada's vagina, the point of contention between them would be who has the right to be called sherry's father figure (basically the thancred+ryne plotline in ffxiv shadowbringers). and leon killing simmons would mean a hell of a lot more, and it would've come with the added emotional beat of him finally stepping up and taking responsibility for his big fuckup re: sherry all those years ago.

like. it's just wild to me that they wrote the sherry and simmons thing into the game, and then also wrote it so that leon was the one out of the six protagonists who hunted down simmons and killed him, but the sherry thing never once came up. the conflict stayed entirely on ada's pussy. it was UNREAL to me.

when people ask me to speculate on how RE6make is going to change the whole aeon plotline, i want to say that this ^^^^ is what they're going to do instead, and that ada's role will change entirely, but... i'm also very aware that that's probably just wishful thinking on my part lmao

[puraiuddo]

Sunstreaker & Sideswipe Fic Recs!!

Since my post begging the fandom to help me find a fic on ffn based off its plot got so many notes (because people were interested, but had no idea what I was talking about) here’s some fics whose names I do know! (with additional plot info from me)

Us Against the World by Toe of Sauron (Chapters: 28 - Words: 33,946)

Or, 28 Twins. IDW-AU. Sideswipe: gung-ho prankster. Sunstreaker: ego-centric sociopath. Inseparable. Unstoppable. Loyal to the end. Or, at least, that’s what everyone thought. Pre-Earth.

Decepticon Sunstreaker!!

Disjointed ficlets about Sideswipe and Sunstreaker before/during/after Sunstreaker joined the cons and then switched sides

Uses IDW characterization so there’s some tension between them

Includes grievously injured Sunstreaker and Sides going somewhat feral which is always A+

Through Another's Eyes by Toe of Sauron (Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,683)

IDW-AU. "You touch their sparks together and they blow up and they die!" Us Against the World tie-in.

Falls between chapters 20 & 21 of Us Against The World

Is technically unfinished, but only in that it was meant to be a bunch of one-shots and is just instead only 1 one-shot

Follows Ratchet, First Aid, & Ironhide as they do exactly what the summary says to Sunny & Sides

Ariadne's Thread by Toe of Sauron (Chapters: 24 - Words: 110,882)

IDW-AU. They told Sideswipe it was the only way; they had to abandon Sunstreaker to fight the Decepticons, to preserve the greater good. So what is he supposed to do now, when the greater good isn't good enough? Sequel to Us Against the World.

Set a little while after the last chapter of Us Against The World

Follows Sideswipe after he goes awol upon learning that Sunstreaker went missing (fell victim to the headmasters, but he doesn’t know that) and the autobots gave up on finding him

Sides teams up with IDW!Hunter (and eventually Bayverse!Simmons), but the humans are not annoying like they usually are

Involves grievously injured Sides & Sunny & epic fight scenes

Involves Sides just loving the hell out of Sunny and being willing to do anything for him

+ Sunny/Sides reunion!!!

Split  by Sincere Nonsense  (Now on ao3!) (Chapters:4 - Words: 19,897)

The twins were always together, right?

Even though it’s on ao3 now, I had to include it b/c it is my fav sparkling!twins fics

Separately follows Sunstreaker/Sideswipe as 6-10yro equivalents

Sunstreaker is at an orphanage

Sideswipe is with their creators

Both of them have mystery health issues, but why would that be????

Sunny’s story is kinda absolutely heart-wrenching

Includes Sunny/Sides reunion obv

Transformers: Juxtaposition  by Vaeru (Chapters: 40 - Words: 123,067)

Sparkbearer Saga: Part I. G1-based AU. A car wreck on a rainy night leads to the oddest partnership imaginable. A disembodied voice, possessed cars, alien robots, kidnapping, rescue, abduction, sparks, keys, and tomato sandwiches... Read if you dare.

Ordinarily, I hate OC-centric fics, but the main gal in this is actually pretty chill

Follows her sharing headspace with Sideswipe, but how did that happen??

Sideswipe can occasionally take over her body which is funny

Sunstreaker shows up and essentially says “you’re coming with me to the ark whether you like it or not, b/c you stole my brother and i want him back”

Something that stuck with me is that it’s probably the best fic I’ve read at portraying that sheer scale of both transformers and their lifespans/slow living pace

I don’t remember a lot of plot points, b/c I haven’t read it in a hot second, but I do remember it’s good

All About Us by Juzu (Chapters: 15 - Words: 44,818)

A collection of drabbles and oneshots featuring Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, and the mechs and femmes they come in contact with. Topics from fanfic100 table. Mainly G1, but will probably have some movieverse thrown in.

All of it’s good, but in particular I love chapters 6 thru 8

Bayverse & follows Sideswipe slowly dying/fading away b/c Sunstreaker is “dead”

Low and behold, an injured Sunstreaker breaks atmo in the middle of a storm & Sides goes awol to find him

Everyone freaks out b/c they think Sideswipe is nuts and went off to die

Reunion!

Fluff & cuteness between them and also platonic Ratchet

The Lost by The Starhorse (Chapters: 6 - Words: 80,408)

A series of lifechanging events involving Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, told from different points of view. Written in 2002, long before it would become painfully obvious that I could have chosen a better title...

This fic is sooooo //makes incomprehensible noises & flailing hand gestures

I think I may have read (at least one chapter of) this story more than any other Sunny & Sides fic

The first chapter is?? in first person from Bluestreaker perspective??? for some reason??? The rest of the story is... not like it at all??? Please read past it.

Follows a snippet of time following Sideswipe taking a huge hit for Sunstreaker and nearly getting himself killed

A perfect storm of events immediately afterwards leaves Sunstreaker in a bad way mentally...

which results in him doing a bad thing...

and other autobots doing a bad thing to retaliate...

which doesn’t actually lead Sunstreaker to retaliate, but Sideswipe...

who gets completely fucking diabolical

I love all of it. Read it.

Discontinued, but still 100000% worth reading:

Double Trouble in Red and Yellow by Katea-Nui (Chapters: 6 - Words: 44,926)

One of Wheeljack's secret weapons goes awry, and the Seekers find themselves in a situation they never quite expected... Parenthood. Rating may change, but probably not.

Newly sparklingified twins end up kidnapped mid-battle by the command trine

Sorta hilarious, b/c the command trine is very much aware of who Sunny & Sides are but nabbed them anyways & still intend to keep them

Interesting take is that Sunny/Sides are not mind-wiped infants like usual, they’re like 4-6yrs -ish equivalent and have memories of their lives up to that point

Sorta revolves around the trine beginning to love the sparkling twins

ends much too soon

Little Brother by Meiza (Chapters: 9 - Words: 64,542)

Prowl is infamous for being a logical, nigh emotionless thinker who's better at battle calculations than interpersonal relationships. How he was roped into taking care of the last survivor of Praxus is anyone's guess.

Obv revolves around Prowl w/ baby Blue which is always adorable and done very well, but that’s not what we’re here for

Sparkling!twins show up chapter 5 and are hilarious

Ends on a cliffhanger //shakes fist 

Re:Start by plenoptic (Chapters: 13 - Words: 67,631)

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker never had a family. They thought they would never escape Kaon's gladiatorial pits, that cannon fodder was all they would ever be. And they were wrong. Twins!centric, OptimusxElita. Giftfic!

Optimus & Elita One rescue and adopt gladiator 7-8yro equivalent twins

Follows the twins losing the rough edges and letting themselves be kids

Tragic stuff has to happen though, of course

Also ends on a cliffhanger //shakes fist harder

Surface of the Sun by Hearts of Eternity (Chapters: 34 - Words: 229,063)

A look into the lives of the infamous Twins, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, as they go through the evolution that will take them from younglinghood to the gladiatorial circuit, up to the moment that marked them as Autobots for the rest of their lives.

Part of the Hearts of Eternity’s War Eternal series which is fantastic and which they list the contents/reading order of in their bio

It’s tragic when any fic is discontinued, but this one especially kills me b/c it’s a prequel and so you know where they eventually end up, but the story discontinues before the major plot points so you don’t know how they get where they end up (unless you ask the author and get the inside scoop like me)

Super interesting take on the rarity/novelty of the split-spark phenomenon

Super unique take on the backstory of Sunny/Sides... (ie they grow up in a circus??)

Super interesting subplot of the original 13 primes (all OCs, but well done OCs) meddling in mortal affairs for their own (good or bad) reasons and they have a particular interest in Sunny & Sides

Real dark at times

As We Come Together by Hearts of Eternity (Chapters: 54 - Words: 485,586)

While the surviving Autobots begin to flock to Earth in response to Optimus' call, trying to find a new home on the strange organic planet called Earth, some unfortunate bots are beginning to realize the price of war may have been too high. Sequel to Time

I said Surface of the Sun discontinuing was tragic, but this one is... worse.... the cliffhanger where it ends destroys me... but I asked the author how it ends and am willing to share the info if you want to know

Not Sunny/Sides-centric, but I love them when they show up and I love the rest of the story b/c this is one of those fanfics which could really be its own novel b/c of all the dope original ideas. Can’t say enough about the author’s creativity and effort.

(fyi Time refers to Time We Have Left which is a bunch of character-centric ficlets that you don’t really need to read to understand this one)

Anywho the Sunny/Sides part of the story first follows them flying with Prowl, Chromia, and G1-Arcee to earth. There’s some drama & tragedy, of course.

We get little snippets into Sunstreaker’s backstory that Surface of the Sun didn’t get to cover

They land, more drama and tragedy

Does involve mentions of pre-Sunny/OC which isn’t ideal, but //shrugs

Soooo much Sunstreaker & Sunny/Sides angst, but also character growth

The... the cliffhanger...

And that’s all for now, folks.

#maccadam #sunstreaker #tf sunstreaker #tf sideswipe #sideswipe tf #sunstreaker tf #autobot sunstreaker #autobot sideswipe #transformers #transformers fic recs #purs post

[poppadom0912]

The innocent detective - Part 7

Warnings: Mentions of death, stalking, murder

Summary: One down, one more to go.

A/N: I'm not too sure how I feel about this one but we have one suspect down! Isn't this just the funnest??

Previous Chapter / Series Masterlist / Next Chapter

*****

While driving to Med, Kevin got a call from the insurance company and was given details on the warehouse. So the team split in two, half going to Med and the other half going to the warehouse.

Hank, Al, Jay and Hailey wasted no time, parking their cars and very nicely storming into the ED. Because of the call Jay had with Will less than ten minutes ago, said doctor was already waiting for them at the nurses station.

Hearing their footsteps, Will looked at his brother nervously, not too sure what was about to go down once he let him know of the situation. "So, Simmons is in surgery."

Before any of them could say something, expressing their anger, Will held out his hand to stop them. "We're waiting for Crockett to finish with his patient and he'll take over, which should be very soon."

Just like Will said, Crockett left his patient in the hands of a nurse, leaving the treatment room where he caught sight of the detectives standing in the ED. Quickly nodding at them and Will, he sped off towards the elevators.

Ten very grueling minutes later, a very confused Doctor Simmons still dressed in his surgery scrubs, was being escorted down the halls and towards them by security.

Not bothered by the audience that consisted of the staff and patients of the ED, Jay gladly took Blake from security and wasted no time in putting cuffs on him, ignoring his pleas for help and confusion because he had no idea what was happening.

"Why are you arresting me?" Blake spoke over Hailey who was nonchalantly reciting the miranda warning, looking over his shoulder at Jay who was putting him in the metal bracelets.

"Because I said so." Jay remained stoic, hauling him out the ED. He resisted the urge to punch the dude in his perfectly straight teeth because of the peering eyes but he also didn't want to lose his job over someone so pathetic.

But if it meant getting you back, Jay would gladly lose his job any day.

*****

Kevin, Adam, Kim and Antonio were informed of the arrest while they entered the warehouse which they were told was abandoned. The insurance told Kevin that the factory was once a school that was bought by a lovely couple called Lydia and Jackson Simmons. It was kept in their names but when they died, as part of their will, it was given to their oldest son who just so happened to be Blake Simmons.

But, Blake gave it up at the beginning of the year and his brothers didn't even bother taking it after him. Something about it being none of their business and a waste of a lot of things.

The second they stepped foot into the warehouse, they were met with a stench so bad they had to block their noses, wincing and instantly recoiling.

Splitting up, searching the building, it didn't take long before one of them bumped into something suspicious. Kim held her flashlight in one hand and her gun in the other, as a precaution, and as soon as she turned the corner, she was met with the largest room in the warehouse.

Walls had been broken down, streaks of light came in from bits of broken windows but that wasn't what Kim was looking at. Instead, Kim was staring at the ground in astonishment.

"Guys, I've got something!" Kim shouted, turning her head a little but her eyes were firmly kept on the scene in front of her.

"5021 Eddie, roll the crime lab to my location."

*****

"So, we've got protective detail with every single person that fostered Y/N or did her wrong, even if it was the most petty thing, we have guys with them." Antonio started with, holding up the red tape as he, Hank and Jay walked into the warehouse, going towards the hall Kim had the pleasure of finding.

"Techs are just starting but they're identifying the bodies." Antonio looked at the scene grimly. Techs littered all over, some crouching besides bodies, some taking pictures while the others went scouring for further evidence while dogs were sniffing around for anymore bones. "The hands sticking out from the ground that Kim found, that's Willow and Kieran Jones."

"The first foster parents." Hank said aloud, remembering the couples that fostered you and ended up murdered by so called 'you'. Antonio nodded, confirming as he glanced over the scene along with the two men besides him.

"What about Blake?" Antonio asked, looking at Jay whose green eyes closely watched the techs as they discovered a new body, grimacing at the sight of decomposing bodies. "He talked yet?"

"With Ruzek and Olinsky."

*****

"So, your quite the doctor, surgeon even." Adam started as he huffed, plopping himself down on the chair opposite Blake who was being released from his cuffs by Alvin.

"How does someone like you go from saving lives to helping their girlfriend take them?" Adam asked, beginning to rifle through papers in a file they compiled not too long ago, filled with pictures and the evidence they had.

Blake clenched his jaw, glancing between the detective and officer. He was still dressed in his scrubs and he was still loyal to his girlfriend. "I did no such thing."

Adam hummed, not one bit convinced. Pulling a few papers, he neatly lay them on the metal table, presenting them as nice as he could to take the piss. "So, this man isn't you?"

"That's just us going grocery shopping." Blake scoffed with a smirk. "That's is being an ordinary couple. It proves nothing."

"Oh, your right." Adam took another look at the pictures in faux shock before apologising and showing him another picture. "But, this proves that your girlfriend's been following a detective and tens of other people for nearly a decade now."

The picture was taken by Hailey when her and Jay went to the couples shared apartment and found a storage cupboard/room that was filled with all the pictures and documents in anything and everything about your life. When Blake looked at it, all colour from his face was lost.

"Where's Abigail?" Alvin finally spoke up, leaning on the one way mirror behind the chair Adam was sitting in.

"Why should I know?" The doctor rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and scoffing in his seat. His defense was pretty pathetic and it took a lot of effort for Adam and Alvin not to burst out laughing.

"Oh, that's a hard one." Adam said seriously, thinking about an answer with his hand pretending to stroke his imaginary wizard beard. "She's your girlfriend man. If she's missing, you should be worried."

"Have you tried going to see her at work?" Blake sassily replied back, rolling his eyes at the 'incompetence' of the men in front of him.

Interrupting the interrogation, the door was pushed wide open revealing a stone cold Jay who recognised the face of the doctor, having seen him with his brother several times when he was at Med. You'd seen him too, you've talked to him and had even been treated by him once when you needed a few stitches.

"Nice to see you again Blake, sorry for taking so long." Jay snarkily said, walking into the interrogation room and standing at the end of the table.

"You recognise this warehouse?" Jay asked, showing him a picture of the warehouse the unit just came back from. "Don't lie to me because your name was the last one on the lease."

Colour slightly drained from his already pale face, eyes flickering from the image of the familiar warehouse and the green eyed detective. He wasn't looking as smug as he was a few seconds ago.

"I bet your parents didn't think their son would be hiding dead bodies in the warehouse they made into a school." Jay pouted, trying to see how far he could go before Blake would snap.

"I didn't kill anyone." Blake swore, looking at the three men. "The only people I've ever killed are purely by accident and because I couldn't give them the right medicine, I swear."

Jay hummed, unconvinced. "Yeah, you see Blake, that's not enough for me."

"Where's Abigail?"

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[yanderes-galore]

Can I ask for a yandere alphabet for Dexter Grif from Halo RvB?

Love me some Grif content, lol! Pulling from my original concept. He's so laid back, lol. Sorry he isn't intense... his character is just so lazy and I fell out of Halo RvB Brainrot 😮‍💨😥

Yandere Grif Concept Here

Yandere Alphabet - Dexter Grif

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Mentioned kidnapping, Jealousy, Laid-Back yandere, Isolation, Stalking mentioned, Dubious/Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Grif is laid-back due to his lazy nature. He doesn't get all that intense with you. He likes to be around you and may cling to you a bit, but you can usually handle him.

In terms of affection, he prefers showing it in private. He'd probably like cuddles or something, maybe a kiss if you're offering. He seems like he'd be a physical affection type of person.

Although the moment you gift him any sort of food he is basically beside you all the time.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Let's be honest, Grif wants to take the easy way out of things. He would not plot anyone's murder, he might try to threaten them, but he is not putting that effort in unless he had to.

If provoked he may do something, however.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Grif isn't going to abduct you unless something drove him to it, like the fear of being alone since that's been proven to make him... delusional.

Although... if he somehow managed to push himself to do so, he would not mock you. He would probably feel relieved he has his favorite person and isn't around anyone he hates. It's just you and him...

He likes it, actually. Just having you with him is nice... without all the panicking. Grif would try his best to be reasonable with you... but he wishes you'd stop complaining.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Not really, the least he wants is some attention when he asks for it. As long as you aren't "unfaithful" then he'll allow you your freedoms.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

When it comes to Grif, he acts like he hates everyone. Although, while he may act cold at first, he'd be vulnerable with you eventually.

He is an emotional yandere similar to Simmons, so he'd rant and ramble to you about a lot of things. Including your "relationship".

During such moments he may pulls you tightly against him, you really are the only one that doesn't get on his nerves... usually.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Annoyed, he'd try to wait it out unless you tried to escape/leave... then he has to do something about it.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No and he wouldn't, he'd find it annoying.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

With Grif? There isn't many. I'm going to have to say him snapping and kidnapping you since he's so... laid-back.

Seeing him break character would be the most concerning thing.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Grif probably imagines a basic partner relationship, he isn't the most romantic person so his thoughts are rather basic.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes and I feel like Grif would complain and whine about it. He plans to voice his opinion to everyone and make it their problem. It usually ends with you paying attention to him just to get him to shut up.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Loyal, Somewhat emotional, Caring, Fears being abandoned, Obsessive, Somewhat manipulative, Cold, Somewhat possessive/jealous, and Delusional.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

You're most likely a new recruit to Red Team. At first he thinks he's going to hate you and tries not to get involved most of the time. Although... when you talk to him... he feels his heart flutter annoyingly enough.

Eventually, as you stick around, he falls deeper into the feeling of adoring you. Soon the jealousy kicks in... and he begins to cling around you.

He follows you around, watches you, listens to every little thing you say with a dreamy look...

Grif isn't sure why... but you draw him to you.

Now he doesn't want to part from you... no matter what it takes.

Not really, he's more open with you but doesn't really hide anything.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Not one for punishment, but I imagine it would be social isolation or... starvation, maybe?

Honestly that would pain even him... he may just yell at you or something.

He isn't the type to harm you.

Not any, he's chill with you for the most part.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Moderate patience, maybe he'd lean more towards impatient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No. If you've managed to get this close with him, he's attached. If you died or left, he'd be so emotional about it. There's no consoling him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

A little and maybe.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Curiosity and possible trauma (?)

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He'd try his best to comfort you but he isn't the best at it. He'd pull you close to him and let you be upset... if not, he'll just leave you be and check on you later.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

SKIPPED

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

It's relatively easy, just balance affection with him and other tasks. He isn't too hard to keep in check as long as you love him.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not intentionally.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not a worship yandere... he may even not go as far as some yanderes to have you. It really depends how desperate he is.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He may pine for a few months to a couple years? Somewhere between Blood Gulch and the Mark Temple situation.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No intentionally.

#yandere halo rvb #yandere halo red vs blue #yandere dexter grif #yandere rvb dexter grif

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All That Remains

Summary: Leon tries to deal with his complicated feelings for a certain lady in red… Set during & shortly after RE6. Follows OG canon. Slight angst.

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AO3

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The past forty-eight hours or so had been nothing but a series of nightmares one after the other. Being in the heart of not just one, but two outbreaks across different time zones was taking a toll and Leon was running on pure adrenaline right now. Even though he was vaguely aware of the B.O.W., smoke, and unstable structure beneath him, all his thoughts were now focused on Ada’s heavy head resting on his thigh. 

The last time he felt such heft from her was back in Raccoon City when she seemingly died after being struck by the tyrant. He could remember how she went limp in his arms after the kiss and the sheer sorrow at reluctantly leaving her body behind. 

He could not go through such anguish, not again. A mere hour ago, he felt his heart plummet into his stomach when Chris told him the news of her supposed death. Helena managed to catch on when he went quiet but he swiftly deflected her concern and pressed on with the mission, as always. In this line of work, one could not grieve immediately for lost allies. Only when he was alone and off the field, he had spent many nights downing countless bottles, trying to nurse the guilt and thinking of “What Ifs?” 

When Leon saw her in the chopper laying down cover fire, there was confusion, followed by pure jubilation. He knew deep down there was something going on that was bigger than what he could comprehend. Something she alluded to back in the catacombs under Tall Oaks Cathedral. The blonde knew he could never get a straight answer with her and had long since abandoned any frustration at her riddles. The truth would be revealed, somehow. 

Upon seeing her get struck by Simmons and almost falling off the walkway, all rational thought went out the window as he jumped after her. Leon vowed that he would not lose Ada, not this time. History will not repeat itself today. Despite how resilient Ada was, the urge to look out for her never truly went away. Sometimes he wondered if his complicated feelings for this beautiful soul were to his detriment. 

“Get away from her, Leon!” A depraved voice jolted him out of his thoughts as he saw the ex-National Security Advisor point a finger at him accusingly. “You're not half the man she needs!”

Methodically, Leon readied his sniper rifle and he kept a steady aim on Simmons’ head as the older man’s flesh began to fracture in multiple places. Steam arose from his body, signalling an imminent transformation.

“Come with me, my love. We'll be together, forever!” Simmons raved once more as he turned back into what vaguely resembled a canine beast. 

Leon felt repulsed on Ada’s behalf and shot back a retort. “Not if I can help it!” With a squeeze of the trigger, he fired a bullet into the monster’s face, repeating the motion until his clip ran out. How dare this asshole treat her like some sort of plaything? 

Roughly more than half a minute had passed and Ada still had not stirred. It was worrying Leon and he was tempted to start CPR but he had a feeling Simmons would be incensed by a sight like that. Plus, he was still engaged in mid-battle and common sense dictated that he should not take his eyes off his opponent. 

There was a short reprieve as Simmons was surrounded by zombies and Leon took the opportunity to find a pulse on her neck. It was beating strongly and he relaxed just a tad. 

“Come on, wake up!” The blonde quietly urged the unconscious woman as he kept his gaze on Simmons. 

Come on…! He’s getting really pissed off. We need to get to safety. 

With one last desperate attempt, he pleaded once more, “If you're really Ada, I know you can pull through this. We both can.”

Having cleared out the undead around him, Simmons reared up on his hind legs and Leon’s eyes widened in fright at the realisation of what would come next. 

Shit!

Without hesitation, he automatically cradled her head onto his palm and wrapped an arm around her like a protective cocoon, turning his back towards the enemy to shield her from harm’s way. He gasped as spiny projectiles peppered against his vest. It was not as bad as the bullet from Raccoon. Even if it was a gunshot, Leon would still take a dozen more for her. 

At last, the blonde felt Ada stirring as she shifted her head, opening those hazel eyes and staring at him intently. No amount of words could express the utter relief he was feeling as a warmth spread through his chest. Leon took the opportunity to give her a once over for injuries. Compared to Tall Oaks, streaks of dirt and ash marred her usually pristine face. He noticed she was still in the same red & black outfit too. Briefly, he wondered how serious the situation was that she had no time to grab a change of clothes. Did it have to do with the other woman in blue that looked like her? Which one was the real one?

Ada gave him a faint smile as her gloved hand reached up to tap his as a gesture of thanks, “I was just resting my eyes.” 

He responded wryly as both got up to face Simmons, “Shouldn’t sleep on the job.”

It was back to business as both unleashed their arsenal on the massive B.O.W. 

"In case you haven't noticed, Simmons doesn't take rejection well,” Ada said between gunfire as she reloaded a clip. 

Leon took the lead to cover her while Simmons began to shrink back to his human form, "Is there some backstory I should know here?"

"Nothing worthwhile,” she replied cryptically before she ran up to a de-transformed Simmons and pummelled him repeatedly in the face. The ferocity of her punches frightened Leon a bit as he unconsciously took a step back to give her space. From all the times they had fleetingly spent together, he had never seen her this enraged before. Ada Wong was usually calm and collected, her mask almost never slipping except that one time in the Raccoon laboratory. Just what did Derek C. Simmons do to her before this?

Steam emitted from Simmons once again and Leon almost yelled a warning to Ada but she too, noticed the anomaly and quickly disengaged. Zombies poured out of the adjacent buildings, seemingly attracted to Simmons, and both took turns to take care of the undead and Simmons. It almost felt like they had returned to the sewers under Raccoon City again where they wordlessly had each other’s backs. 

Leon was emptying his pistol into the monstrosity when one of Simmons’ mutated limbs suddenly lashed out and smacked him away. The blonde felt himself tumbling off the edge and he managed to find purchase on the ledge with his dominant hand at the last second, clinging onto it for dear life. He grunted with effort as he tried to climb up with both hands. 

Leon heard Ada shouting his name in the distance and footsteps coming towards him. He was prepared to see her smirk, maybe make a witty remark, before helping him up. 

Imagine his disappointment when he saw an almost naked Simmons looming over him instead, cruelly stomping on his hand and the sudden impact made him lose his grip on the other. 

"Do you want to live?" Simmons sneered at him as Leon tried to grab the ledge with both hands once more. It was short lived as his left hand got kicked away by Simmons soon after. "Then beg! Beg for your life!” 

To drive the point home, Simmons deliberately dug his heel into Leon’s right knuckle. Thank goodness the agent wore gloves as it helped to lessen the pain. His right arm was beginning to burn and he hoped Ada had a plan because he could surely use it about now.

“I’ll pass!” Leon spat back through gritted teeth and the sound of gunshots close by made him hopeful. 

“Can’t always get what you want, Simmons!” Ada said acidly and the blonde heard a metallic shing followed by the sound of squelching flesh. 

“No! Nooo!” Was all Leon heard before he saw Simmons and Ada plunge past him. The blonde’s heart momentarily skipped a beat for the Asian woman’s safety before she fired her grappling hook. 

“Let’s call this closure,” Ada declared before dropping the man like a hot potato. “You really should have moved on, Simmons.” 

Leon quickly pulled himself up and ran across the walkway with gun in hand to track Simmons’ trajectory. He fell into a burning structure below, seemingly incinerated. The B.O.W. was no more.

He heaved a sigh of relief and caught sight of Ada in the opposite building where she was also witnessing Simmons’ demise. Her posture indicated that she was not in a huge hurry and it looked like she was choosing to savour the moment. 

A dozen thoughts raced through his mind. Every time they had crossed paths back in Raccoon, Spain, and the Eastern Slav Republic, she was there to procure a sample. If this was her agenda now, what was she stealing this time? Chris mentioned she was a member of Neo-Umbrella and “caused all of this”. 

If Ada already had a sample of the C-virus in the first place, she would not be here at all, right? What was her purpose here if she was not committing espionage? Other than dodging questions, all she had done so far was to aid them in taking down B.O.Ws. He was quite surprised when she had stayed with Leon and Helena for an extended period of time in Tall Oaks. Normally, she would make herself scarce within a minute. Her actions in the past few days did not line up with her usual modus operandi. 

“What are you?” Leon pondered out loud to himself. “Why are you helping us?” 

A ping from his cell brought him out of his thoughts and he read the message. 

[txt] Wish I could stay longer but I gotta run. I've left you a little parting gift on the roof. See you down the road, Leon.

What? 

She wanted to stay this time? That was never an option before. 

He looked up and caught a glance of Ada waving goodbye to him before turning away. 

“ADA!” Leon exclaimed her name for the umpteen time and reached out for her, watching her silhouette saunter out of sight beyond his fingertips. Try as he might to prevent himself from feeling this way, a part of him always broke at her departure.

"What are you waiting for?” Helena’s voice rang out on his earpiece. “Go after her."

His gaze flicked back and forth uncertainly, seemingly tempted by Helena’s suggestion. 

Unfortunately, it was drilled into him that the job always came first. Even when he was infected by the plaga in the rural Spanish village, he always prioritised Ashley’s safety over his own health. That’s why he became a cop all those years ago, to help those in need, even if it was slowly killing him on the inside. 

“No,” he turned around to face Helena. “We're sticking together.”

With one last glance at where Ada was, he forced his feet to run in the opposite direction. Leon had to remind himself that Ada Wong was a capable individual who was a survivor, just like him.

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Of course Simmons was not dead. He had to continue mutating into a gargantuan housefly. Seriously, this virus was just absolutely bizarre. On top of being bone tired and ravenous, Leon was now drenched by rain. Thank goodness Ada left a RPG for them to utilise and he made quick work of dispatching Simmons for good. The blonde did not know what to make of the pink lipstick mark on the warhead though. Was it meant for him or was it her idea of a cheeky send-off for Simmons? 

Helena stood beside him as they watched Simmons' body get impaled by the obelisk in the middle of the Quad tower. The previous time they walked away, Simmons got up again. Now, both of them had the responsibility to ensure he was truly dead. They could see a pool of blood forming at the base of the obelisk and Leon was disgusted when it took the shape of the Umbrella logo. 

“That’s for my sister,” Helena said solemnly after they stared at the corpse for a couple of minutes, satisfied that the man who had tortured and tormented her would no longer be claiming any more victims. 

Expressing sympathy for his new partner, Leon carefully placed a hand on her shoulder, “Come on, let’s get to the chopper.”

Both jogged back to the helipad and when Leon opened the door, the sight of a golden circular object on the pilot’s seat greeted them. He could only stare at it blankly as a series of questions filled his mind. Was it a booby trap? Did Ada leave it behind by accident?

No, everything she did had a purpose. 

“Is that Ada’s?” Helena asked, equally bewildered.

Hesitantly, he clutched the compact and thumbed the switch, watching the lid open up to reveal some makeup. His reflection in the mirror gazed back at him and he looked a little worse for wear. Was it another joke from Ada? That he needed to look decent? 

He felt his pinkie finger get pushed up and he slid it to the side, waiting with bated breath for the hidden compartment beneath the makeup to be unveiled. A memory card was seated within and he grabbed it before handing off the makeup to Helena. She would have a use for it, right?

Inserting the card into his phone, a series of images floated on the screen, some of them featuring Simmons standing in front of tanks of B.O.Ws. He moved his phone closer to Helena and she gasped, “Leon, this is-”

“Evidence that proves Simmons’ guilt.” The frown he was wearing finally went away. He would hate to sit in an interrogation room for hours. 

“Which means it will prove your innocence.”

Leon furrowed his brows again, confused by Helena’s statement. She was still hellbent on taking all the blame and making sure he came out clean. 

He softened his features and turned towards her, “Our innocence.” 

Despite a shaky start to their alliance in Tall Oaks, Helena had proven herself trustworthy and still did the right thing in the end. He would not let someone who was blackmailed face the gallows alone. 

She merely scoffed. “I don’t need it.” 

“Helena…” His voice was still kind and he was not going to change his mind on persuading her. 

But that would have to wait as his phone began to ring. The blonde accepted the call and saw his favourite F.O.S. agent on the screen. “Good news, Leon,” Hunnigan said with a small smile on her face. “We've found a way to defeat the virus.”

Before Leon could reply, an explosion from behind caused them to flinch in surprise. He glanced back and saw a sizable fireball rise up the tower. They ought to leave now lest the structure start collapsing. 

“Copy that. We're on our way back. See you soon,” he replied Hunnigan hurriedly and gestured to Helena to enter the chopper as he ended the call. “Let's go.”

His partner complied and jumped into the pilot seat, checking the controls while Leon took the opportunity to cast another look at the burning Quad Tower. Was this Ada’s handiwork? Would she be able to make it out alive? He contemplated going back to check on her but as quick as that idea came into his mind, he knew that she would be fine. 

After all, she left the chopper for them, didn’t she? That would mean she already had her own exit plan. Whatever it was, Ada was no damsel in distress. 

Leon was not a praying man but he silently wished her well, thinking wistfully on when they would cross paths again. With that, he climbed into the chopper and shut the door. 

Helena fired up the chopper and they ascended to freedom. She glanced over at the blonde and he noticed the hardness in her eyes were now gone, replaced by sheer optimism. The evidence would definitely help them; they did not have to skulk around like fugitives any more. 

He smiled back reassuringly and drew his attention to the city below. Whatever hope he felt a second ago was swiftly replaced by ire for bioterrorism. Why did countless innocent people have to die for this? No matter how many times he asked himself this question, he could never come up with a satisfactory answer. 

The senseless carnage below was now part and parcel of what he saw on a semi-regular basis. 

His thoughts were once again interrupted by his buzzing phone containing instructions from Hunnigan to fly to the next city’s airport an hour away. He relayed that information to Helena and began to take the time to do a quick run through of Ada’s intel. 

Speaking of the mysterious woman in red, the faintest scent of her perfume lingered in the cockpit along with the odour of gunpowder and sweat. Leon could almost imagine her seated beside him, giving him a coy grin as he slowly uncovered the truth. Sometimes he wished she was more forthcoming instead of engaging in a cat and mouse game. 

The blonde started with the images first and they featured the laboratory beneath Tall Oaks Cathedral as well as Simmons inspecting some tanks with yellow humanoid husks. 

He frowned at the husk which was similar to the one he saw on Ada’s tape… Was she always a B.O.W.? She mentioned that Simmons did not take rejection well so did that imply she had been working with him? If Simmons did all this, how much did Ada have a hand in it? 

Everything he thought he knew about Ada Wong was being put into question. Chris did say she killed his men and caused the Lanshiang outbreak. Her presence in both incidents within the past few days and the fact she kept running away was becoming even more suspicious. 

If she was indeed a bioterrorist, how could he still have feelings for her? 

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“We’re here,” Helena nudged his elbow and Leon stirred awake with his phone in hand. He looked around and found the chopper on a tarmac. 

“It’s been an hour?”

“You fell asleep shortly after you started looking at the evidence.” She said matter-of-factly. “We can review it together on the plane ride home.”

Was he so engrossed in his thoughts that he was not aware he closed his eyes for a nap? His body must have been more exhausted than he thought. 

They exited the chopper and showed their government IDs to the personnel waiting at the end of the runway with a tablet in hand. “We are waiting for more diplomatic evacuees and the plane will leave in an hour. You can wait in the lounge,” he gestured to the building behind him and tried not to show his discomfort that these two agents were reeking. 

Their departure was eventually delayed so they took the time to freshen up with showers and fabric sprays for their clothes. In a private booth in the lounge, both reviewed the evidence in depth. Some contained short reports from researchers which barely skimmed the surface of the atrocities that were committed. 

There was one referencing what was planned for Deborah and Helena’s fists were clenched the whole time while tranquil fury radiated from her. When they reached the bottom of the evidence list, the final note made both of them especially enraged. 

The assassination was successful. Make sure to set all Lepotitsa in Tall Oaks to self destruct and prepare for Operation: Bacillus Terminate.

Leon Kennedy and Helena Harper are following me to China. They were reported dead by the FOS, but the report is false. Make sure a Lepotitsa gets on their plane so that the FOS's report doesn't go to waste.

“If he weren’t already dead, I would kill him again,” the muscle in Helena’s jaw twitched as her teeth remained clenched. Leon understood her anger as he too, was still enraged at the loss of seventy thousand innocent citizens because Simmons wanted to cover up the truth of Raccoon City. 

Simmons’ notes depicted a completely different man, he was raving about keeping the world in balance and had no qualms about his cruel experiments. It was a stark departure from his affable and cool headed persona as the National Security Advisor. 

“I’m sending this to Hunnigan. She’ll have it sorted out. In the meantime, get some sleep on the plane later. You’ve been up for two days,” Leon said softly as he encrypted and relayed the evidence on a secure channel. 

An announcement was made over the PA system that they were ready to depart and Helena got up to join the line, mulling over the evidence and Leon’s advice to rest. 

The blonde watched his partner stroll off and he did another run through at the proof Ada gave… It listed Simmons’ guilt and crimes but there was no mention of her at all. It was extremely suspicious. How could she seemingly unleash a devastating outbreak and why would she help them clear their names at the same time? What were her motives here? 

He sighed inwardly as he proceeded to board the plane, taking a seat beside Helena who stared out the window, lost in thought. At least the chairs were spacious and comfortable like their flight into China. Leon hoped the journey would be uneventful though, he did not have the mental capacity to endure another global catastrophe so soon. The boarding process was taking a while and he found himself closing his eyes to doze off for just a bit…

Leon was not aware when the plane took off but he awoke with a start when the aircraft lurched from turbulence. He noticed the lights in the cabin were slightly dimmed and saw the other passengers were napping in their seats. 

“I thought you said you couldn’t sleep on planes,” Helena whispered.  

He rubbed his neck to massage the kinks out of it before replying quietly, “Guess my body decided it was a good time to power down after two days of no sleep. How long was I out?”

“Three hours or so. You were also jerking your legs in your sleep whenever the plane encountered turbulence. First time seeing you wake up because of it.” 

The blonde muttered an apology. “Did I keep you up because of that?” 

Helena shook her head, “I had a lot on my mind and was doing some thinking.”

“Let’s go to the discussion tables at the back,” Leon unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out to the aisle with his partner following him. He grabbed bananas and bottled water as they passed by the galley and took a seat at an enclosed booth for two. 

He handed half of the fruit and water to Helena and she gave him her thanks. Her eye bags were prominent and he could see she was as exhausted as him. 

“You need to get some sleep, Helena.”

She sighed and placed a palm on her forehead. “Every time I try, I just see Deborah slipping out of my grasp. I did this. All of it.”

Leon shook his head. “You were blackmailed, and we have the evidence to prove it.”

“I did lie to my fellow agents and it caused the President to be unguarded for a period of time. I’m going to own up to my mistake. Don’t try to talk me out of it!” She said fiercely as she took a sip of water. 

“… Alright. It’s also up to the disciplinary committee to decide,” Leon said softly and continued to speak, “They’ll also have to review the evidence and record our statements. You know I’ll relay everything you did and put in a good word for you.”

She finally conceded, “Fine. I doubt they’ll be lenient though.”

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An hour before reaching their destination, Hunnigan finally acknowledged that she received the evidence. 

[txt] Take note everyone on the plane will have to undergo a mandatory 14-day quarantine. 

[txt] Use this time to write your post-mission report. You’ll most likely be interviewed through video call. 

[txt] Don’t be surprised if both of you are treated with suspicion upon arrival. I’ve been trying to get the evidence out to relevant parties as fast as I can. 

The last text made Leon despondent and he did not have the heart to wake Helena. She only managed to fall asleep a couple of hours ago after staying awake for most of the flight. He, on the other hand, kept drifting in and out of sleep as he was awoken by the slightest turbulence. Call it a job hazard but his senses would kick into overdrive whenever something disturbed the quaint silence. 

He decided that he would update Helena when they land. Feeling a bit peckish, he returned to the galley, only to find that the basket of food and drinks were kept in preparation for landing. The blonde sighed and walked to the lavatory to make himself somewhat presentable, smoothing down his messy locks that got mussed up during his nap. 

Even though he got a shower in the airline lounge, his clothes were still stained with soot and grime. Guess Ada’s makeup mirror from earlier was a reminder that he indeed looked like shit. It was no wonder the other passengers gave them a wide berth. As quickly as thoughts of her entered his mind, Leon stifled it. He did a good job of not going down the rabbit hole so far during the plane ride, he would not succumb to it now. 

Leon returned to his space when the captain made an announcement that they were beginning their descent. Helena shuffled in her seat before she opened her eyes, putting her chair in an upright position. 

“Slept well?” 

She shrugged and yawned, “I probably need a solid eight hours of sleep.”

“Hunnigan mentioned that everyone on this aircraft has to be quarantined. You can repay your sleep debt then.”

Helena raised an eyebrow. “Quarantine? We weren’t infected.”

“It’s standard protocol,” Leon replied reassuringly. “I’ve been through a few of them myself. Gives you plenty of time to finish the post-mission report.”

There was a groan of annoyance from her, “I hate writing reports.”

He chuckled, “That’s part of the job when you become an agent, I’m afraid.”

As the flight attendants began making their way down the aisles to ensure the cabin was prepped for landing, Leon informed Helena about the possibility of being arrested on arrival. 

If there was any surprise or disappointment, she did not show it. Instead, she decided she would gracefully accept the outcome, whatever it may be. “Okay,” was all she said as she watched the little plane model circle around the airport on the TV screen. 

“Do you want me to leave her out in my report?”

Leon turned towards Helena, having an inkling whom his partner was referring to and he was touched by her empathy. “I’ve always written about her presence whenever I’ve encountered her. They’ll find out if you omit anything. It’s… better to state the truth.”

Not that anything ever came out of it as he had yet to see Ada on any wanted lists. 

His heart clenched once more as he tried his hardest to keep her out of his mind. Under normal circumstances, he would gladly daydream about her. However… her being a bioterror suspect was gradually sending him into a tailspin. Leon had underestimated the vice-like grip she had on his emotions. 

Helena saw him being contemplative and quiet once more and chided herself for bringing up Ada. It was plain as day that Leon had a soft spot for the mysterious woman in red but he kept dodging it. 

The remainder of the flight was spent in silence and the passengers were relieved as the wheels touched down on the runway. They have successfully escaped the outbreak in Lanshiang. 

They were escorted out of the plane in groups and as the plane slowly emptied out, both Helena and Leon were instructed to stay in their seats. The government agent had a bad feeling they would be the last ones to disembark. 

Sure enough, when only the two of them were left on the plane, the flight attendants nervously made themselves scarce and they were replaced by stern-looking men and women in black suits. The group stood a distance from them and folded their hands behind them. 

“Agent Kennedy, Agent Harper, please disarm yourselves,” the guy in the lead said and Leon nodded. The blonde slowly and methodically laid out his weapons and ammunition on the tray table, not making any sudden movements. Helena followed suit and she was glad she managed to prevent her hands from trembling. 

“We have already received intel from the F.O.S. but this is just a precaution. You two were the last known people to be in contact with President Benford, after all.”

Leon hated what he was insinuating and was tempted to fire a glare at his fellow agent but knew better to keep his emotions in check. Any misdemeanours would make the investigation unfavourable for them. Leon bit his cheek and kept his head down, patting the various pockets on his vest to ensure he removed everything. 

The guy in-charge had their weapons collected before motioning at them to follow. At least they weren’t being handcuffed which was a positive sign. But why did it feel like they were undertaking a walk of shame?

Even though any semblance of Adam Benford was long gone upon turning into a zombie, Leon was still the one to pull the trigger. Technically, he did shoot the president. He felt another wave of emotion surging within him as he brooded about his old friend but the Sun shone down on his face as he stepped out of the plane, halting his thoughts. 

The blonde squinted in response and it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust before he noticed minibuses and cars waiting outside the plane. There were no armoured trucks or armed men which was a relief. Leon made a note to thank Hunnigan for her timely intervention. 

“Please follow me, Agent Kennedy. Agent Harper, please follow my colleague,” the guy in the lead gestured to a ponytailed agent. 

Leon turned to Helena and gave her an encouraging smile. She returned the gesture and held her head high as she entered a grey car while Leon got into a black sedan. He wondered if separating them was necessary when they were heading to the same destination. 

The only thing out of the ordinary was when they were brought in via separate entrances. It was not like they were hatching a plot to escape in the first place. Guess the higher ups were still distrusting of them. 

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This was turning out to be the hardest report Leon ever had to write. He struggled to remain impartial with regards to Benford and Ada, often finding himself hitting the backspace key whenever he tried to justify his actions in Tall Oaks. 

Usually, he would nurse a can of beer to power through the mind-numbing task but the only beverages provided during quarantine were water and caffeine. If agents wanted something else to consume, it would come out of their pockets. The blonde caved in and ordered two six-packs of Blue Moon. That should tide him over the rest of quarantine… provided he did not binge. 

His alcohol stash arrived around dinner and his spirits were lifted instantly. It felt like he had finally found water after wandering around aimlessly in the desert. With liquid courage in hand, the blonde managed to keep his report factual, listing things as they were. 

He completely lost track of time and did not realise it was a couple of hours past midnight when he was in the middle of recounting the events in Lanshiang. Leon scrubbed his face with the palm of his hand and let out a yawn, allowing the sleepiness lingering in his head to sink in. He shuffled off to the bathroom to brush his teeth before trudging back to bed, face planting on the pillow and snoozing like a log. 

An incessant ringing hours later brought him out of sleep and he let out a soft curse. There was no peace during quarantine. His hand reached out to fumble at the various objects on the bedside table before he finally found his phone. 

Seeing Hunnigan’s name on the screen gave him a sense of urgency and he bolted upright, not caring that he had bedhead. She had seen him in worse states than this. “Good morning, Hunnigan. What’s up?”

Turning a blind eye to the fact that the blonde had obviously just woken up, Ingrid pushed up the glasses that fell down her nose bridge and began to type rapidly. “Leon, are you done with your report?”

He shook his head, “Right down to business huh? Isn’t the deadline at the end of next week? Did they move it up?”

“No. The F.O.S has uncovered more evidence and it’s best you see them. It might influence the outcome of your report.”

Leon sighed, “And here I was getting a headstart for once.”

Ingrid gave him an apologetic look. “I should warn you that it involves a certain individual you’ve mentioned in the past. I recommend that you read the text files first before reviewing the photographs.” 

He furrowed his brows in confusion. “Okay…?” 

Her comment was very vague as he had listed down the names of numerous people in previous reports. Just whom was Hunnigan referring to? 

“Sending the files via email…” Ingrid made a few clicks with her mouse before punching the enter key. “How are you feeling, by the way?”

Leon shrugged, “Nothing much to do other than work, eat, and sleep.”

He was ignoring the question and it made Ingrid worried. She knew he had ordered beer yesterday too and it was something he sought comfort in whenever the situation was emotionally heavy on him. 

“I see…”

“It feels like you’re about to lecture me,” Leon said as he got out of bed and placed his phone on a desk. 

Ingrid scowled at the screen which was now giving her a view of the ceiling, “I’ve been working with you for almost a decade, Leon. Of course I care about your well being.”

Leon knew she meant well and moved back into eyeshot. “I know. I guess I’m still a little tired, that’s all.”

It was a white lie and Hunnigan could easily see through it but she decided to drop the matter. At least he wasn’t snapping at her and hanging up the call. “You should check in with Helena too, see how she’s coping with the report.”

The doorbell buzzed, signalling a meal delivery. 

“Maybe after I’m done eating. Breakfast is here. Talk to you later,” the blonde pressed the red ‘X’ to end the call and opened the door to pick up his bag of food. 

It was a breakfast burrito today and he was pleasantly surprised by the menu variety. Based on past experiences, breakfast mostly consisted of sandwiches and bagels, sometimes pancakes. This was the first time he was given a burrito and it was scrumptious. Or perhaps he was just hungry and everything tasted good. 

He opened his email and downloaded the attachment while he ate. The evidence appeared to have been sorted by Hunnigan, since it was conveniently listed in numerical order. He surmised he should start from number one. 

I've warned Adam time and time again not to go public with the details on the Raccoon City Incident…

Leon remained expressionless as he read Simmons’ plan for assassinating Adam. He had already spent enough energy being furious towards the ex-National Security Advisor and he ought to keep a level head if he wanted to finish this report. 

The next one was also about Simmons and it appeared to be written just after he and Helena confronted him in China. “The Family” was mentioned once more and Leon wondered just how dangerous this mysterious faction was. Were they the ones Ada alluded to in Tall Oaks? The people that were pulling the strings? Leon was long aware of some form of corruption within the government and he mostly kept his head down. Their goals were usually aligned, to keep the world safe from bioterrorism. He had no reason to rebel against the institution. 

But now, Leon wasn’t sure what to feel any more… He had already given up his youth to this unrelenting life, accepting things as they were, doing jobs as he was told. What was one more harsh truth? It was not like he had the power to revamp everything from inside out.

He exhaled loudly through his nose and pinched his nose bridge as he continued reading, feeling confused by Hunnigan’s cryptic statement that the evidence had someone from his past. To his knowledge, he had never referred to Simmons in his previous reports.

Derek has lost his mind to the mutation, so all that needs to happen now is for the government to kill him. What was he injected with? It seemed to be based off of the C-Virus, but I've never seen a mutation like that. It must have been something that Ada cooked up with Neo-Umbrella. If we could get a sample of it, we could do some research. I'll have to get some of our people on this.

Ada’s name caused his heart to involuntarily skip a beat. So that’s what Hunnigan meant.

Truthfully, he had grown numb to the accusations of Ada being a leader of Neo-Umbrella now. If she had already made her decision to go down this path, so be it. She was an adult, after all. It was her choice to make her bed and sleep in it. 

Derek Simmons death has been confirmed.

Neo-Umbrella will also probably not be left standing for long.

The new leader of The Family has been chosen.

We need to come together and persevere as we have in the past if we are to keep balance in the world.

Leon frowned at the statement of Neo-Umbrella apparent demise. Was Ada apprehended then? He quickly pursued the rest of the files. Other than Simmons leaving instructions for Tall Oaks’ extermination and a researcher speculating the origins of the C-virus, there were no more references of Ada. One note confirmed his hypothesis that the grotesque gas monster they encountered at the cathedral was indeed the source of the outbreak in Tall Oaks. 

The mention of the Lepotitsa emerging from a chrysalid did raise his suspicions though. Because Deborah certainly did not become one and Ada looked perfectly normal in the video he watched. Not only could this new virus turn people into zombies, it could mutate them too? This was something the T virus could not do. Like what the researcher mused in one of the previous notes, who was so vile to combine the G and T-Veronica viruses?

The last note was even more puzzling as there was no signature. 

After 10 years and 12,235 experiments, it's finally complete.

Thank you, Ms. Radames. I owe it all to you.

4/30/2009

Who was Radames? What experiment began in 1999 and was completed over four years ago? How was this evidence supposed to help him with the report at all? Even though they provided some answers, more questions were popping up in Leon’s mind. 

Finally, it was time for him to review the photographs which were satellite images. 

The first one was a tad grainy and featured a blurry figure just outside a ship. It appeared that the individual was… falling? Their hands were loosely outstretched, as if they were reaching for the stars. 

The second picture was clearer and Leon felt his stomach churn. It was Ada in a blue dress with her arms splayed out to the side. There was a dark stain fanning out on the ground beneath her. It did not take a genius to deduce that she was in an unmistakable pose of death. 

Even though he knew she was still alive, Leon could feel the room plunge into a chilly, eerie silence as he broke out into a cold sweat. The sensation of bile rose up in the back of his throat and he fought to keep his breakfast down. 

The blonde tore his eyes away and gazed out the window, focusing on the clear blue sky outside his room. 

His reaction was peculiar though. He had witnessed countless corpses, especially in Raccoon City. While the first few encounters were nerve wracking at first, he had become desensitised to death over the years. Leon was not expecting such a response to a photo of Ada. 

She was bonded to him way stronger than he cared to admit. 

When his breathing and heart rate normalised, he flipped to the next image. It was a familiar figure in red walking out of the ship. 

Oh. 

OH. 

What?!

Leon was at a loss for words as a million thoughts raced through his mind. Which one was the real Ada Wong? Was the other woman the one who was in charge of Neo-Umbrella? Why didn’t Ada tell him about this?!

Wait a minute. 

The chrysalid. The mutations of the C-virus. Could they change someone into a different individual? If the C-virus experiments started in 1999, a year after Raccoon City and Rockford Island, then Ada’s and Simmons’ reactions toward each other made sense. 

Leon could more or less deduce what happened. Simmons was one of the few who made the decision to annihilate Raccoon City while Ada was still in it. She probably did not take kindly to that and left. He wanted her back ever since, for reasons unknown. 

Not allowing his mind to stray too far, his fingers automatically opened the final series of photographs in rapid succession. They featured Ada, the one he had always known, looming over her dead “twin” before some kind of liquid spewed from the doppelganger's corpse and caused Ada to edge closer towards the ship. 

The blonde clicked next on his keyboard and drew a blank. He had reached the end of the evidence without knowing it. 

“Damn!” Leon swore under his breath as he was now feeling a swirl of emotions within him. There was relief that the woman he held a torch for was not a bioterrorist. It was followed by worry as all this time, she was managing this situation by herself and everyone was none the wiser. 

Hell, she was being hunted for a crime she did not commit. No wonder she did not have time to grab a change of clothing as she went from Tall Oaks to Lanshiang. 

Why did she leave such vital information out of the memory card though? What’s wrong with letting people know her identity was stolen? It could have cleared her name easily and Chris would not waste time chasing tail. 

Concurrently, Leon was confused about what to do with the evidence. How was it going to help his report? He already knew Simmons orchestrated the destruction of Tall Oaks. What value would this add other than easing his conscience?

The blonde reached for his phone and dialled Hunnigan. “I’ve reviewed everything. I just don’t understand why you sent it.”

Ingrid could not believe the words coming out of his mouth. How dense was he? She did a quick inhale and exhale before replying, “The investigating committee will interview you at the end of your quarantine. It would be best if you were prepared.”

“Prepared?” 

“For the questions that would be thrown your way, Leon. They are bound to ask what happened and you do not want to be caught off-guard.”

His eyebrows remained raised. “Isn’t that cheating? Are you allowed to do this?”

If she could reach through the screen, Ingrid would have strangled him. “You’re a field agent assigned under my charge. Of course it’s my responsibility to aid you in any way.”

And Helena mentioned you were worried about Ada too.

Hunnigan thought to herself but knew she could not say it out loud lest he denied his feelings even further. Through the years, she could not help but have reservations for this mysterious Ada Wong. Whenever Leon was questioned on why he did not bring her into custody, he would always retort that she was not part of his mission objective. Even though it was clear as day that she was up to something shady. 

It wasn’t until Helena confided in Ingrid on what happened in Lanshiang. His actions made sense now. The stoic Leon S. Kennedy was human, after all. Well, as long as Ada was not a threat to national security, she would close an eye for Leon’s sake. 

A small blush bloomed on Leon’s cheeks when he finally realised what she was implying. Was he really an open book? Still, he was grateful for her actions. 

“Thank you, Ingrid,” it was a rare occasion that he addressed the F.O.S. agent by her first name and she looked surprised as well before her features softened into a smile. 

“You’re welcome. I’ll await your report.” 

The call ended soon after and Leon stood up, pacing in front of the window as he contemplated on what he would do next. 

On a whim, he scrolled to the text message that Ada sent a couple of days ago and re-read it again. 

See you down the road, Leon.

He clicked her name and it brought up a number. His thumb remained hovered over it, undecided if he should make the call. 

No, he would not idle around for another chance encounter. Time for him to take the lead for a change. Pressing the big green “call” symbol, he waited with bated breath and was not surprised when it could not connect, immediately going straight to “The number you have dialled is not-”

The blonde hung up before the sentence ended. Of course Ada would use a burner phone. It was wishful thinking on his part that he thought he could contact her at a moment’s notice. He did not know when would be the next time they crossed paths. Every time he went on a mission, he silently hoped she would appear since she always popped up in places he least expected. 

There was no discernible pattern to her appearances. The past couple of encounters had a two year gap but before that, the wait was much longer. Leon was crestfallen at the thought there would be a lull period of years before he ever saw her again. 

No news would be good news, right? Even though she was a gifted woman, a small part of him would constantly fret about her well being. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. There was nothing he could do now but finish his work. 

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On the last day of quarantine, Leon tugged at the collar of his crisp, new shirt while he waited for the video call to commence. It was a tad stiff and scratchy but he was still grateful that Hunnigan ordered and mailed him a suit to look presentable in front of the committee. This was an important interview which would determine his innocence. 

At the allotted time, he finally saw the blank screen change into one featuring six squares. Other than Hunnigan in the bottom right of the screen who was serving as his witness for today’s interview, the blonde only recognised two of the committee members, having been acquainted with them on previous occasions. 

“Good morning, Agent Kennedy. Thank you for meeting with us first thing in the morning,” a middle-aged female in the top centre of the screen greeted him cordially. Leon cast a quick glance at the name tag below her portrait. 

“Likewise, Mdm Walters. I’m sure your schedules are rather packed.”

A man by the name of Mr. Rittler, situated to the right of Walters, appeared to have ignored Leon’s salutation, “We’ve read your report which was rather informative and detailed. We would like to ask some questions.”

Leon nodded and made a gesture that he was all ears. 

“First off, we should introduce ourselves. I’m Lillian Walters.” She pointed to herself before angling her hands to her various colleagues around the room. “Joining me today are Joaquim Rittler and Lee Aeyoung. The three of us will be asking the questions. Wallace Jackson will be taking the minutes while our newest member, Bruce McGivern will be observing. You would also know Ingrid Hunnigan who will be witness to the proceedings.”

Leon wasn’t aware Bruce had moved to a new division but was happy for him nonetheless. They had spoken on and off regarding what they’ve encountered on missions and the best way to deal with B.O.Ws. Both had an understanding of the difficulties they faced in this line of work. He was glad he had an ally in the committee. 

On the bottom left of the screen, Lee began the questioning. “You started off your report by listing your encounter with an infected President Benford. May I know what made you leave your position to head towards him?” 

Leon had met her before at a work meeting and found her to be friendly and possessing fair judgement. 

“I heard other agents requesting for backup on the comms to protect the President and rushed to his aid immediately.”

He recalled how Adam invited him to the speech at Ivy University, knowing how much he had been affected by the events of the Raccoon City Incident. Leon agreed and decided to sign up for security detail for the event. Might as well kill two birds with one stone. 

Leon was making rounds in the lecture hall where Adam was due to give his speech when he heard screams echoing in the distance. This was quickly followed by frantic chatter on the comms and Leon left out the part where he listened to his fellow agents cry out in agony as they got devoured. “The campus erupted into chaos soon after.”

“And you saw Agent Harper when you arrived in the room?” Rittler asked as he laced his fingers together. Leon didn’t know why but he was feeling a dislike towards this man. 

“Yes, the President had already turned when I arrived. She was asking him to stay back.”

Rittler remained unmoved. “What was her reaction?”

Leon quirked an eyebrow, already intensifying his scorn for Rittler. “Excuse me? Could you clarify that?” He had to curb his irritation lest he let it show. “Reaction to what, exactly?” 

“What Mr. Rittler meant was how did she react to the infected President and your presence,” Walters stepped in to defuse the tension. 

“Agent Harper looked fearful when he was shambling towards her, like anyone would when they encounter a zombie for the first time,” Leon crossed his arms as he answered calmly, squeezing his biceps to stop himself from clenching his fists. “She seemed to be relieved when I showed up.”

“Alright,” Lee said gently. “And from your report, the President was already not responding to your request to stop moving.”

“Yes. He was advancing on Agent Harper and was going to attack her. I had no choice but to stop him from infecting her.”

“How did she respond to that?” Rittler spoke again. Why was he asking so many questions with regards to Helena? 

Leon stared straight into the camera. “Stunned and shocked. I did shoot the President, after all. I took no pleasure in doing that.”

Walters’ softened her gaze, “And we don’t fault you for that. We understand it was a painful decision and you acted accordingly.” She looked down at her notes before glancing up again. “We are concerned why you went along with Agent Harper’s lie to Agent Hunnigan afterwards that you had a lead in Tall Oaks cathedral.”

“The situation was urgent and there was no time to argue. It was imperative we catch the perpetrator as quickly as possible.”

Lee tilted her head slightly at Leon’s response. “Was there any point in time where Agent Harper disregarded your orders?” 

Huh, not only Rittler but Lee was enquiring about Helena too. It was beginning to feel less like an investigation about his actions and more of a grilling session of what Helena did. Leon had promised he would put in a good word for her and he would stick to it. 

“She was initially reluctant to help civilians en route to Tall Oaks Cathedral but still assisted them upon my request,” the blonde agent said coolly, making sure to enunciate his words clearly. “I later learned her sister was held hostage in the cathedral by Simmons. After her sister’s passing, she followed my lead for the rest of the way.”

“Speaking of Tall Oaks Cathedral,” Rittler uttered just as soon as Leon was done, “you mentioned in your report that you encountered Ada Wong there. Were you aware she was listed as Neo-Umbrella’s leader at that point in time?” 

Great, now Rittler was after Ada too? Leon was still trying to discern if this committee member was always this abrasive or just trying to weed out more information. He had to be careful with his reply now lest he was accused of fraternising with the “enemy”. 

Leon shook his head. “No. As included in the report, there is evidence that someone else was impersonating her.” He unfolded his arms and remained earnest, “If she was really the leader of a bioterrorist organisation, she wouldn’t have readily assisted us in the termination of Deborah & Simmons when they mutated.”

“I see,” Rittler furrowed his brow. “Why would there be someone impersonating her though?”

At this point, Leon could only shrug, “I’m baffled about that too.”

“Hm,” Lee rubbed her chin in thought. “It would be best if she could be brought in as a witness.”

“That’s not the focus of this interview anyway,” Hunnigan interrupted as she finally spoke for the first time after the video call started. “We are determining the verdict for Agent Kennedy today.”

Leon made a mental note to send his thanks to Hunnigan later. Ada would be difficult to locate if she did not want to be found. He would loathe to have to hunt her down…

The rest of the interview was frankly, a little boring as they continued to verify what happened. Even Rittler became marginally bearable with his clipped remarks. Occasionally the committee were in disbelief as he described the new B.O.Ws that emerged from the C-virus. Finally, after close to an hour of discussion, it was coming to an end. 

Walters looked around the table as her colleagues shook their heads, indicating they had no further questions. She began to make her closing statement, “Thank you for the discussion today, Agent Kennedy. It was very insightful. Before we end off, we want to circle back to Agent Harper again. Did she display impulsiveness or a short temper?”

Leon had to refrain from rolling his eyes as they asked the same thing for the umpteen time. He wondered if they were interviewing the correct person today. 

“She was a little impatient to get to Deborah in Tall Oaks but she never took off to do her own thing, even after losing her sister. When confronting Simmons, she still maintained her composure,” Leon replied matter-of-factly. “Agent Harper was faced with the most impossible choice with regards to Deborah but she still did the right thing in the end by owning up to her mistake and doing her utmost best to make things right. Overall, she did very well for her first biohazard encounter.”

Walters gave him a nod and a tiny smile. “Please give us ten minutes as we deliberate the final outcome.”

Leon took the opportunity to grab a drink and walk around the room to stretch his legs. Interestingly, instead of feeling butterflies in his stomach, he felt a sense of eerie calm. He would accept any decision the committee made. If he was dismissed… Well, he’ll cross the road when he got to it. 

At the eight minute mark, his laptop dinged, indicating the video call would resume. Was it a good sign they did not use the full ten minutes? Leon returned to the desk and pressed “Accept”. 

This time, it was Bruce who was in the centre of the screen. 

Walters gestured to her colleague, “We’ve come to a conclusion and we will let Mr. McGivern deliver the verdict.”

Bruce looked down at his notes before glancing up. There was the tiniest hint of a grin on the corner of his mouth. 

“Agent Kennedy, the committee has unanimously agreed that your actions at Tall Oaks and Lanshiang were executed fairly and under good judgement. No charges will be pressed against you and you are fit to resume duty after medical clearance.”

Leon felt a weight lifted off his shoulders and returned the smile, “Thank you kindly for your consideration.”

“Great. We will formally conclude this investigation. Have a good rest of the week, Agent Kennedy,” Bruce and the rest of the members bid their farewell before the call finally ended. 

The blonde let out a long drawn sigh and loosened his tie, pulling it off his neck before unbuttoning the scratchy collar of his new shirt. Everything went smoothly and he had to count his lucky stars. 

Picking up his phone, he fired off a text to Hunnigan. 

[txt] Thanks for the shirt and the save earlier in the meeting. 

There was no response after a few minutes and Leon quirked an eyebrow. Perhaps she was preoccupied with other matters. He changed into a more comfortable set of clothes and proceeded to pack up his belongings for his check out later in the afternoon. 

Hunnigan replied a few hours later with a most peculiar text. 

[txt] You’re welcome. Are you available for a call right now?

Leon sent an affirmative and his phone rang immediately. 

“Hey Hunnigan, what’s up?”

Ingrid took off her glasses and let out a long exhale. “We just finished Helena’s interview.”

His interest was piqued. “Oh? What was the outcome?”

“Same as yours.”

Before he could get a word in, Ingrid continued. “But she requested that the result be made known to her tomorrow, after she pays her respects to Deborah.”

“Huh,” Leon said in slight confusion. 

“I feel the same way. The committee has also placed the responsibility on me to deliver her the good news. I was wondering if you could help…” She said with a small smile. 

Along with Hunnigan, Leon had chipped in to fund Deborah’s grave. After what they’ve been through together, he was more than happy to assist Helena in any shape or form. The blonde listened intently to Ingrid’s plan and did not know the F.O.S. agent had a cheeky streak in her. 

“It sounds interesting but would she be on board with it?” Leon asked, wondering if he should give his colleague an almost heart attack. 

Ingrid nodded, “I’ve met her a few times before Tall Oaks. She’ll be okay with it. Plus, Helena needs to know she isn’t alone and has allies who have her back. What better to do so than with some light hearted humour?”

“Okay…” The blonde said with uncertainty. Still, he knew to trust Hunnigan’s judgement since she helped to get him out of close shaves before. She was not a person who would do things out of malice. 

“Just to let you know, the findings will not be made public. The official statement would be that a bioterrorist organisation was responsible for the outbreak.”

“So, another cover up huh?” He was not sure what to feel at this point. First Raccoon, now this. At least he should be grateful he wasn’t wrongly accused for killing the president, right? 

Ingrid glared at the screen sternly, “You know what would happen if the truth went out. They are not making Ada a priority either, by the way.”

Leon’s eyebrows shot up higher than they possibly could and judging by Hunnigan’s bemused expression, he must have looked ridiculous.

“Since the true culprit for Neo-Umbrella is dead, they are leaving it be for now,” she offered an explanation, seeing how speechless he was at that statement. 

He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to find the words to express his gratitude to Hunnigan for telling him this. All he could utter was, “I see…”

Glancing down at her watch, Ingrid decided it was time to end the call. “You’re about to check out in an hour right? I’ll leave you to it then. The car will come by to pick you up at your apartment at ten o’clock tomorrow morning to head to the cemetery. And the new President would like to meet you two afterwards.”

“Okay, see you tomorrow. Thanks again, Ingrid, for everything.”

The corners of her mouth angled upwards and she nodded at him before hanging up. 

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There was something about being in one’s bed that made it so tempting to sleep in at the dawn of every single day. Being home after quarantine brought Leon a sense of comfort and he just wanted to bury himself in his pillow to laze the day away. He needed a nice, long vacation by himself without any distractions. 

But his sharp mind reminded him that he had a full day of activities ahead and he reluctantly rolled out of bed to get ready. 

He was in the middle of gearing up when his phone buzzed, signalling his ride was nearby. Guess he would have to skip breakfast today. “They’re early…” the blonde grumbled to himself as he slid on his jacket, popped a piece of hard candy into his mouth, and headed out the door. 

What he was not expecting were two SUVs in the parking lot. Hunnigan and Helena were already seated in the vehicle in front and the bespectacled woman gestured to him that the second car behind was his ride. 

The government agent got into the nondescript black SUV and instead of heading off to the cemetery straightaway, they made a detour around the city towards a florist. As Helena went into the shop to pick a bouquet, Leon took the opportunity to head to the adjacent bagel store for a quick meal of iced coffee and a plain cream cheese bagel. 

He was barely done wiping his mouth with a napkin when Helena stepped out of the florist with a beautiful bouquet in hand. Tossing the scraps into the bin, he almost ran out of the store and rejoined the small convoy. 

A small grey gun case greeted him in the back seat. Hunnigan must have snuck it in when he wasn’t looking. With the plan already in motion, the cars sped off to the outskirts of town. 

Propping his elbow on the window, he kept his gaze outside and watched the scenery gradually change from a metropolitan skyline to lush greenery. His thoughts were mostly a whirl. One moment he felt exhaustion from the past fifteen years of futilely fighting bioterrorism, the next was sadness over Adam’s unnecessary death.

An orange monarch flitted amongst the flowers on the roadside and his mind pivoted to Ada, remembering the pattern of butterflies on her red dress in Spain and on the makeup compact from a couple of weeks before. He really hoped she got out of China unscathed… Now that he knew the truth, Leon wished he could rewind time to help her in greater capacity. 

Alas, there was acceptance that he would never have all the answers with regards to her and in this line of work in general. He was just another cog in a well-oiled machine that could be easily replaced. If he was lucky, he would work till the mandated retirement age. If not, he hoped he could be brought back in one piece in a wooden box for his folks. 

His thoughts transitioned back to idle nothingness as his eyes blankly panned across the sights outside the window but his brain did not register them. 

It was only when he heard a door slam did he realise they had arrived at their destination. Leon watched as Helena stepped out of the car with a bouquet of flowers in hand and made a beeline towards a gravestone. 

The blonde finally opened the gun case and stowed the firearm before getting out of the car, joining Hunnigan and the other agents as they hung back to give Helena some privacy to pay her respects. 

She surprised them all by rejoining the group within a couple of minutes. “Thank you,” Helena whispered as her eyes shone with grateful tears. 

Was this the time to conduct the plan? Leon uncrossed his arms, waiting for Hunnigan’s signal as he glanced stoically at Helena while she peered at the agents behind them.

“I’m ready,” Agent Harper said softly. Leon quickly cast a look at Hunnigan and she nodded as their eyes met.  

Reaching into his back holster, Leon took one step forward and grasped Helena’s wrist. She immediately closed her eyes sadly in anticipation for her arrest. But what she felt was the familiar weight of her picador in her hand instead of the cold steel of handcuffs. 

There was a swift look down at the gun, “What?” Helena said in utter disbelief before gazing back up to her colleagues, “But I assisted in the attack!”

Leon gave her an encouraging smile before turning over to Hunnigan who was more than happy to give an explanation. “The investigating commission have reviewed the evidence, and feel it unjust to hold you liable for Simmons' crime,” she said gently. “They will also not disclose their findings to the public.”

Helena was still perplexed as her brows remained furrowed. The committee really found her to be innocent? They were willing to let her go? How was it even possible?

“The President would have done the same,” Leon reassured her once more. 

Touched by their words, Helena relented, accepting the outcome with a nod of her head. 

“All right, shall we go join the team?” Ingrid asked as she turned to walk back to the car, satisfied that her plan was pulled off without a hitch. 

Both Helena and Leon shared a look, and judging by the small smirk on her face, it seemed Helena figured out that Ingrid and Leon deliberately pulled off this “prank” on her. She let out a small chuckle before following Ingrid.

Just as the blonde was about to trail after both ladies, he could have sworn he saw a familiar shade of crimson out of the corner of his vision. His blue-grey eyes stared off into the distance, trying to see if a certain someone was skulking around the graves. 

The culprit turned out to be a red cardinal darting around a nearby tree. 

“Leon,” Helena called out and Leon was jolted out of his thoughts. He turned, spotting a golden object hurtling towards him. On instinct, he reached out to catch it and looked at it with a puzzled expression. Speak of the devil, it was Ada’s makeup compact. 

His gaze returned to Helena as she responded cheekily, “For the next time you see her!” There was another grin from her before she sauntered away. 

Would there even be a next time? Leon didn’t dare to hope. He shook his head to snap out of his daydream and smiled lightheartedly, “Women.”

The blonde pocketed the compact and headed back to the SUV. All of them had a meeting with the President and the nature of the role left the man with a tight schedule. They could not afford to dawdle. 

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The afternoon dragged on longer than Leon had anticipated. What was supposed to be just a private audience with the President turned into something more when he personally requested Helena and Leon to attend a press conference as one of his staff members.

If Leon had known beforehand that he would be up on the world stage, he would have made the effort to dress in more appropriate attire. However, the President insisted it was fine; he wanted to keep things casual and the presidency wasn’t going to make a down-to-earth individual develop a stickler for protocol. 

All Leon had to do was to stand still and look straight ahead. At least he did not have to mingle with bureaucrats today. Diplomacy was always a chore for him. 

When the press conference finally concluded, he was able to knock off from work and they shared a carpool back to their respective residences. Helena was in great spirits after learning she would be transferred to the DSO, given her experience after Tall Oaks and Lanshiang. Even though her superior was against the transfer previously, Leon’s testimonial managed to persuade the higher ups that she was invaluable. 

Hunnigan and Helena bid Leon farewell when they dropped him off first at his apartment complex. Upon entering his bachelor pad, he suddenly felt totally drained as he kicked off his shoes. He must be getting old if a little bout of socialising left him feeling this way. 

Trudging towards the bedroom, he shrugged off his jacket onto the bed before dumping the rest of his clothes into the hamper. He shuffled off into the bathroom and stepped under the nice, warm shower. The heat always felt good against his skin and it relaxed him. 

When the blonde was sufficiently invigorated, he dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist, returning to the bedroom to search for his phone. He was hankering for some takeout for dinner since he did not have the time to do any grocery shopping. 

Leon reached into his usual jacket pocket and found a circular object instead. He stared at Ada’s makeup compact and absentmindedly traced the pattern embedded on the surface with his thumb. 

“For the next time I see her, huh?” He murmured to himself. 

Since Helena clearly rejected the secondhand item, it would be in bad taste to attempt to give this to someone else. 

His feet carried him to a chest of drawers beside his bed and he tugged on the lowest drawer, revealing a nondescript wooden box. Carrying the box to the bed, he popped open the lid to gaze at the contents within. 

A bloodied RPD badge sealed in a ziplock bag greeted him. His old uniform had been burnt and disposed a long time ago but he managed to salvage the badge as a keepsake. Who knew his first and only day as a cop would be so memorable? Sometimes he wondered what life would be like if the Raccoon City Incident did not happen. Would he still be working in that small town or would he have gone elsewhere for work?

He set the badge aside and glanced at a small teddy bear keychain seated on top of a paper airplane with a lipstick mark. Out of habit, he fingered the frayed blue ribbon on the plush toy’s neck. The fabric had been discoloured and dulled with age but it brought him a small semblance of comfort. 

Without the Racoon City Incident, he would have never met Ada. Sure, his life might have been a lot calmer and less fraught with death at every turn but he would not have been able to experience the bond they shared on that fateful night. 

Try as he might to forget her at the bottom of a bottle, his heart always remembered her actions. Even if she was always running away or doing something questionable, she always arrived at the nick of time to save his skin. 

After all these years, he had to admit that he did feel something for her, after all. But he was unable to put a label on his emotions. He was not sure it was love. Neither was it infatuation either. Some sort of affection, definitely. 

If Ada was truly a bad guy, she would not be looking out for his well-being at each encounter. He wondered if her confession back in Raccoon City was real or she blurted it out because she thought she was dying. Leon decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. 

As someone who advocated that one should keep moving forward, why did he have a box full of souvenirs from the past? Was it a reminder of how far he had become? Or was he treasuring moments from someone he could not let go?

There was no point dwelling on what ifs though. He had to make peace that whatever fleeting moments they shared would always be temporary. It would take a miracle for it to develop into something permanent. But when push came to shove, they would unconditionally have each others’ backs even in the depths of hell. Always. 

This was the nature of their relationship. Leon Scott Kennedy had finally come to accept it. 

“Till next time, Ada,” Leon said softly with a tender smile as he carefully laid the compact underneath the paper airplane before shutting the lid and putting the box away. Whatever will be, will be.

#Ada stories #Ada Wong #Leon Kennedy #Aeon #resident evil

[deanmarywinchester]

im still reading this book about the franklin expedition so who wants facts about the terror characters vs their real life inspiration? you? right this way sir

Netsilingmiut tradition is to lay a dead person to rest on the ground wrapped in furs and surrounded by stones, and then to avoid that area for the next year. leaving them uncovered is so their soul can either return to nature or inhabit the body of a namesake, and it also prevents the impossible work of digging a grave in permafrost. i’m interested in this re: terror because silna’s father was covered up with ice, which can’t have helped her or him, and because of how hickey breaks taboo by returning to the site where fitzjames is buried

contrary to book canon, peglar knew how to write long before meeting bridgens, due to some rudimentary charity schooling and a sort of trade/prep school for the navy or merchant mariners. he served many voyages in good standing except once when he was lashed for mutinous behavior and drunkenness, but his reputation seems to have bounced back

the body that the peglar papers was found with was likely actually jopson, who may have befriended him on an earlier voyage they served on together

while im talking about peglar, this isn’t a fact but I am dead certain that dan simmons made him gay bc he had no other explanation for why the peglar papers are written backward than bc he was imitating da vinci (book canon). also book peglar has dysgraphia to explain why he’s highly literate but the peglar papers had terrible spelling

blanky had studied the ice and was an arctic veteran but reid was an experienced whaler who made decisions on gut instinct. fitzjames liked him despite calling him a “so-called” ice master in his diary

hickey’s mutiny, which in the book was his men trying to get back to the ships, was likely inspired by one of the first identified signs of franklin’s men: two skeletons, gnawed likely by wolves, found in a boat on a sledge pointing back toward the icebound ships. the sledge was full of random stuff including five watches and china plates, which the explorer who found it ten years after the ships’ abandonment lamented were considered useless dead weight in this modern age of arctic exploration. you see a bit of hickey’s men collecting useless things in the show (when they’re sitting at a table and chairs using plates and cutlery) but it’s an even more prominent theme in the book

sir john brought along a lot of slates and chalk and intended the men to be taught to read and write during any winters they spent trapped in ice

some Inuit lore says that the northern lights are dangerous, with one specific folk story being that if you whistle, they will come down to cut off your head. this is not a fact about the terror characters but it is a reminder to me to see if the bosun’s whistle sounding in the show foreshadows any decapitations

aglooka means “takes long strides” but it took a Netsilingmiuk historian to make sense of what stories about an Aglooka meant for the fate of the franklin expedition. that’s bc it was a name given to many white explorers, including crozier and james clark ross (i guess bc white people walked differently in the arctic? or were taller?). anyway everyone clap and cheer for Louie Kamookak for figuring this out almost incidentally while he was trying to write a history of the Netsilingmiuk

#the terror lb #ish #my posts #the terror #reading tag #side note this book doesn’t give a shit about crozier which is very funny #there are photos of three of the terror men: sir john fitzjames and REID. REID!!

[florelia12]

Winx VR au

I’ve been thinking of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D again, specifically season 4 where they get stuck in a virtual reality of an alternate world where every character’s biggest regret has removed.

Winx tried it in season 4 in that one episode which was a basic attempt when the Alfea simulator is right there.

Like imagine a case where it gets messed with again or cursed so that the consciousness of the Winx get stuck in this virtual reality but they aren’t aware of it and think everything around them is real.

If we’re following AOS then it would a world where their biggest regret has been changed like musa’s mom surviving, Stella’s parents staying together, domino surviving for Bloom. Then everything would change and it ends up being a world without the Winx since Musa’s mom would have supported her dreams so she would have never come to Alfea, Stella maybe rebelled harder and became a witch? Daphne never passed the dragon flame to Bloom but her actual family is now overprotective over her after the Witches tried to take over Domino so she never gets to leave.

I can’t think of a regret from their past for Aisha other than Nabu’s death but that would be post season 4. If it was something from her childhood maybe it could be Aisha running away with Anne, and shes now this runaway vigilante Princess.

It’d be interesting to include the Specialists too even though we know next to nothing about their pasts. Riven’s mother never abandoned him but that meant he got mixed with the wrong crowd and never got to RF. Maybe Sky refused the betrothal to Diaspro head on, causing issues in Eraklyon or being disowned and joins Aisha’s vigilante shenanigans. We have no canon backstory for Helia and Brandon so thats annoying.

But, I’ve always like the parallels between Leopold Fitz and Timmy, both tech geniuses/cinnamon rolls with self-esteem issues. So in this world Timmy’s (Fitz’s) dad never left and made him feel like shit so he became this Narcissistic tech genius that’s helping the evil guys take over the world.

Then the best part is Flora and Tecna because out of everyone only these two know something’s up. Tecna since she can sense that she’s in a virtual reality because of her powers and Flora not being able to feel or sense anything around her because none of it is real. I can see it driving her increasingly mad and turning her reckless.

We don’t know their canon backstories but I like to think they don’t have any big regrets. So they are the only ones who did end up going to Alfea and living ordinary lives in a sense.

Eventually these two figure out something is wrong and realise they’re in a virtual reality (nerds nerding). So they pair up and try to wake up their friends from this virtual reality.

In AOS there’s the Ai robot that controls the virtual reality and is essentially the villain of their own creation that they have to defeat. But Fitz was the one who created the Virtual Reality (called the Framework) in the first place. This could be one of Tecmy’s experiments in an attempt to program a world without regrets that backfired and caused this whole shit to go down.

Either way I just love the idea of the Virtual Reality just not working on Flora so she’s aware of everything and slowly starts getting more and more unhinged as she tries to get everyone else to understand that its all fake (aka jemma simmons my beloved biologist)

This would be a fun fanfic but I’d need to figure out a backstory for Brandon cuz I don’t think I know his character enough to make one thats true to his character.

[writingwarden]

CAPTURED

Sarge X Medic Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who did this to you.”

It was not a question. It was an order.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I like you too."

"W- what? Really?" 

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

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

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

#reds and blues #red vs blue fanfic #red vs blue #rvb sarge #rvb simmons #rvb carolina #rvb grif #rvb dr grey #self indulgent #kind of ooc but we ball #red ve blue oneshot #red vs blue x reader #rvb #rvb sarge x reader #medic reader