#death stranding fanfic

[wintrsss]

『Having a Crush on a Porter』

Fandom: Death Stranding

Characters: Sam, Higgs.

Genre: Fluff, Headcanon.

Warnings: Slight spoilers to Higgs' backstory, but nothing major; mention of stalking. Reader is gender neutral!

A/N: 'DDS' is delivery dependence syndrome for those who don't know/ forgot! It's mentioned in Sam's part.

Requests open!

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Sam Porter Bridges

Sam isn't one to want to interact other porters, he's just there to get the job done, nothing more

You two just coincidentally met at the same location when completing your orders

And then it happened again. And again... and again. That was when you just had to get to know eachother, you of course starting the conversations, which then lead you two to become friends after a good while

Sam is always looking out for you, telling you to take breaks when you need and telling you to watch out for the MULEs during your deliveries, wouldn't want you to get DDS or getting your things stolen

If he finds an area that was hard to traverse or has a lot of timefall, he'll put up upcoming warning signs or, if he's got the time, build timefall shelters with you in mind

In his opinion, he doesn't think you should be a porter, but that's just his worried self talking

'This job is too dangerous, you shouldn't waste your life on something like this', is something that runs through his mind when he thinks about you, but he knows you're fully capable of handling yourself out there, as much as he hates to admit it

Would he confess to you? Most likely not, unfortunately

Sam is more of a lone wolf type of guy with all he's been through, so not only does he prefer to keep it that way for those reasons, but he doesn't want to ruin the already existing relationship between you two

Sam fears losing you, both to death and if you were to end your friendship

So if keeping the good friendship he has with you comes at the cost of the two of you not developing into something more, then so be it

Let's just hope it's you who confesses for him

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Higgs Monaghan

Unknowing enemies to lovers lol

In all honesty, he only took interest when he saw you frequently talk to Sam while delivering

And he knows Sam of all people wouldn't have a friend, I mean come on! Why would anyone want to talk to him?

So what was with you? He couldn't get it off of his mind, and he didn't want to admit he was jealous that Sam got the attention of someone who genuinely liked being around him and he didn't

And so he made it his duty to take your attention off of Sam and onto him instead, as he can't stand Sam of all people having something he doesn't

It doesn't take long for him to thinking of you romantically, with all the stalking he's done on you

You're his new pizza delivery person from now on, get ready to have your email spammed by a certain 'Peter Englert'

Look, he already likes to mess with Sam on his deliveries, do you really think you'll be any different?

Though, it won't be done by the same hate he has for Sam, rather, he does it out of his own enjoyment of watching you struggle with deliveries

He'll even go as far as to mess with you while you're delivering his orders, but not too much since he still cares about his pizza

But if you manage to deliver his things on time and in good condition, he'll be sure 'Peter' gives you many compliments on your delivery, ever so grateful for your effort

So basically, during your time as a porter, you'll be shown both his "good" and "bad" sides without even knowing they're the same person

If he ever decided on trying to confess to you, he wouldn't say it outright, deeming it a bit too "cliché" for his tastes. Instead, he would write for you in one of his emails (or in all of them until you finally realize lol) a secret message for you to decipher on your own

Which is just him spelling out something like 'I like you' or 'ur hot' with the first letters of his sentences. Nothing too complex, but also enough to let that nerdy side of him out

#death stranding #death stranding fanfic #death stranding x reader #death stranding headcanons #higgs monaghan #higgs monaghan x reader #sam porter bridges #sam porter bridges x reader

[savage-rhi]

Brisk Harpy: a courier organization dedicated to helping colonies out West primarily in areas where the UCA/Chiral Network can't reach. Gene Dawkins took up work at Brisk Harpy following her departure from Middle Knot City.

DUAT: A team of 6 individuals recruited by an offbranch of the UCA to allegedly assist with research pertaining to BTs and Beaches. Rumor has it the 6 are embued with special abilities and powers that give them domain over entities...Of course, that's hearsay. There may also be a 7th member but nothing substantial evidence wise as come forward.

**my new Death Stranding fanfic isn't coming out for a while, but I felt like making logos for two organizations that'll be featured. If you've read Sky of Atoms, Brisk Harpy should be familiar. DUAT though, is something new 👀

#death stranding #death stranding fandom #death stranding fanfic #brisk harpy #DUAT #death stranding brisk harpy #death stranding DUAT #gene dawkins #death stranding oc #original character #the outline is coming along great for this story with Gene #I'm trying to also squeeze in some canon characters too #like heartman for example #and of course the rat bastard himself #higgs monaghan #not expecting hype from anybody im hyping myself up to write this all #its gonna be the beez kneez

[filthycasualhobbies]

Sacrifices

One day I might actually be able to write things in the order they're supposed to go, but for now, I'm just writing the moments that pop into my head.

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In the darkness behind his eyelids, all he could hear was the crunch of sand under a pair of patent leather pumps as they slowly circled around him. His angel of calamity, silently appraising him as he knealt on the beach, waiting for her direction. He was suprised when instead she asked him a question.

"Where do you go?" Her tone implied curiosity, though something a little darker seemed to lurk beneath. He ignored it.

"I'm just lookin' around, checkin' on Sam, keepin' things in motion." He gazed at her beautiful face as she stood over him, her brow knit in what seemed like disappointment. Lowering herself, she took his chin in her hand. The smile that curved her lips did not reach her eyes.

"Liar."

It felt as though he was being pushed deeper into the sand by the weight of her gaze. Clearing his throat, he lowered his head. "They've got nothing to do with this-"

A soft scoff left her lips. Her hand dropped from his chin and she stood, pacing a few steps away before turning back to face him, her disappointment now clearly clouding her features. "They have -everything- to do with this." Amelie sighed, her voice soft and reasoned. "There can be no hesitation here. No distractions. You know that."

Beneath his hood Higgs' jaw clenched. If she knew about them, she should know that they were only waiting for it all to end. Waiting to watch the world go up in flames together with him. How could that possibly be a detriment to their end game…?

"I know."

"Sacrifices must be made. The greater the sacrifice, the more powerful it is." Amelie returned to him, lowering herself once again, reaching to carefully push back the hood of his cloak, smoothing his hair. "You do this and there will be nothing stopping you. Not even Sam." She cupped his cheek. "Do not forget your purpose."

Higgs closed his eyes, lowering his head. His reply was a whisper. "Yes ma'am." He leaned back, away from her, pulling his hood back over his head, hiding his face once more. Careful not to appear avoidant, he slowly rose to stand, his breath steady. "Of course, I'll take care of it." He bowed before vanishing in a flurry of chiralium, leaving his extinction entity alone on her beach.

#death stranding #death stranding fanfic #higgs monaghan #higgs x reader

[voidoutbt]

Welcome to the first little scene (of many, an ongoing series) featuring the adventures of mine and @samfrancis94 @samkuchingdraws MULE OCs 'Cosmic' & 'Franc'.

A collaboration of my writing and Sam's wonderful artwork illustration. Some will be scary, some will be sexy, and some will be very silly. I hope you enjoy. 😊 Your feedback is encouraged and appreciated. 🙏

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'Shower encounter'

Death Stranding OC Cosmic the MULE x Higgs/BTs

Warnings : Suggestive unconsented touching.

As Cosmic stepped under the cool blast of water, it took her breath away. It's exactly what was needed after a long hot day of chasing porters for their cargo. She couldn't wait to peel off the layers and let a cold gush hit all the bruises and aches. The outside make-shift shower made of a hose rig and plastic panels wasn't exactly luxury, but it was all they currently had. In MULE terms, it was an indulgence. Most went without running water.

Leaning forward into it so that the spray hit the back of her head, she surveyed her throbbing feet. Blisters covered her toes and heels. 'Hmm, really should upgrade my boots.' She thought. But there had been an odd shortage of decent gear recently, in particular boots. She could have sworn that they had grabbed some in the last encounter, but they were not amongst the shared loot back at camp.

An odd noise broke her thoughts. She straightened up and listened again, straining to hear over the torrent. She thought it sounded a bit like a growl. Her heart pounded, she stood still like a rabbit caught in headlights. Splat. A black handprint appeared on the ground a few metres away. Then another. She took a sharp intake of breath. 'That can't be what I think it is... There's no timefall...And the motion sensors haven't gone off.' The inky prints continued, moving in her direction. She stayed frozen to the spot, eyes wide in panic.

Suddenly a loud bang reverberated through the translucent sheeting next to her - a black tar handprint, followed by a clicking-like growl. Cosmic clamped her hand to her mouth to hold her breath. The urge to scream and cry out for help was overwhelming. The others in camp we were not far way, but too far to run, she would be dragged down before she got anywhere. She couldn't raise the alarm. She couldn't even grab her clothes or a towel. She was completely exposed, and in immediate danger. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing it to go away, shaking while her lungs burned for oxygen.

A voice full of southern drawl abruptly pierced the air in front of her. "Weelll, what do we have here? A lone little Mule." Cosmic gasped, attempting to cover herself with her hands, forgetting about the BT. A couple of metres in front of her a gold chiral skeletal mask appeared, seemingly out of thin air, and danced around with the whimsical voice. She stared, unable to speak with shock, clutching at her own chest and groin defensively. The voice continued after a chuckle, "Ah, ain't nothin' I ain't seen before, little MULE. Not that I mind having another look..."

The skull mask disappeared into a cloud of Chiralium, and with a pop appeared directly behind her. She jumped. The water pooling under her feet grew dark, it became black and sticky, rooting her to the spot. She swore she could feel hot breath on the back of her neck and shoulder, and all the hairs on her neck and arms erected as if the air was electrified. The shower water stopped. A black hand appeared from the puddle between her feet, and grabbed her calf. Then another slimy arm followed, groping her other leg. Cosmic whimpered. The golden mask laughed as the BT arms slid up her legs. They didn't pull her down but held her in place. The searching hands were cold, tacky, and smelt like death. "Please don't kill me!" she managed to blurt out. The skull face hovering over her shoulder chimed "Oh I wasn't going to KILL you....you're too much fun."

The tar arms continued their slow ascent, blindly grabbing, feeling their way. They got to her inner thighs, Cosmic clutched herself tighter, desperate to protect her most intimate areas, shivering from fear and the damp exposure.

Without warning, they stopped. She looked down to see only a now muddy pool she was stood in. The phantom voice echoed in her ear, "Got to keep you wanting more, little MULE..."

Cosmic came to her senses and made a dash for it. She used a towel for cover, and grabbed her clothes, running back to the MULE camp. A few of the others stared after her, she wasn't very often seen out of her suit. As she scurried past his tent crying, Franc looked up from weatherproofing a new pair of boots. He called out after her, "What?! You alright?"

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A big thank you to @samkuchingdraws for the beautiful Illustration. Go check out his art!

#death stranding #MULES #death stranding fanfic #Fan fic #original character #My writing #Fiction #Higgs monaghan #Artistic Collaboration #Short story

[death-crossing]

Files of a Certain Deadman

coded files kept by the head of BRIDGES Medical Division, chronicling events and moments following the Aversion of the Last Stranding and the disappearance of America's Greatest Deliverer.

#death stranding #death stranding fanfic #death stranding fanfiction #deadman #deadman death stranding #sam porter bridges #elle death stranding #world building fic #ties in with the main story of Death Crossing #i'm posting this stuff mostly for archival purposes #had these written for a while but i figured why tf not

[captaincaptainjill]

My most recent Higgs Monaghan x gn!Reader fanfic. Warning: contains smut

#death stranding #death stranding fanfic #higgs monaghan #x reader #higgs monaghan x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #not safe for bb #higgs monaghan x gender neutral reader #captainjill's writing

[sznofthesticks]

3x08 coda is here!

she's short but i love her (unlike this banner. but here we are.)

i miss you in the mornings when i see the sun

mature, 822 words, 1/1

thank you to @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut for the sensitivity read :)

A look at TK's internal monologue and how he copes with receiving news of his mother's death. - A 3x08 coda.

He didn’t know what to think. His mom. Dead. And he can’t even blame anyone. It was an accident. It wasn’t a disease. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. The guy even called 911. And stayed with her. Most people in New York wouldn’t even stop. He wanted someone or something to blame. His mom was his rock. No matter what, she was there. She saved his life more times than he could count. And she was just gone.

Why did she even go back to New York? She should have been here, in Austin. If she stayed this never would have happened, TK kept thinking.

read the rest on ao3

#i miss you in the mornings when i see the sun #tarlos #tk strand #911 lone star #tarlos fanfic #911 lone star fanfic #my writing #tw death #3x08 coda #In the Unlikely Event of an Emergency

[likopinina]

I'm not sure if any fanfic writers or fanartists for Death Stranding are interested in that level of adherence to the game, but here are the presumably canon suit colors for Corpse Disposal Team, Bridges medics, Bridges security team, Bridges engineers, independent porters, MULEs, terrorists, Fragile Express porters, and uhh, not sure what's the last one (BB technicians?)

If you'd like specific info on what MULE color is worn in what area, lmk I can go check ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'm just chillin

#death stranding #lore #i guess lol #resources #fanart resource #fanfic resource

[shotofstress]

Been thinking on writting little fics (promps, AUs, OCs, etc) like drabbles or ficlets to learn how to write and also just for fun.

#shot of stress writting #disco elysium #doctor who #dark academia #hades game #a plague tale requiem #penny dreadful #midnight mass #watchmen hbo #death stranding #our flag means death #ofmd #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #assassin's creed #sherlock holmes #lokius #true detective #jonathan strange and mr norrell #the green knight #loki #fic request #fic writing #fic prompt #fanfic #my fic #good omens #spn fic

[bjarkanart]

I'm kinda nervous about this but here we go. I've been trying to write a fanfic for a while now and it might be one of the weirdest crossovers out there but I hope you'll bear with me here. This would be a crossover between Critical Role and Death Stranding.

Now, I know Death Stranding isn't everyone's cup of tea but I really like the environment, the story and the overall vibe of the game really. And I thought what if Imogen was a porter, mostly so she could get away from everyone's thoughts back in the city? Explore the world as a porter and she'd meet Laudna and the rest of Bell's Hells along the way? And you know, just see where it goes?

But yeah, I thought I'd share the intro here cause I feel like I can't trust my own judgment on this anymore since I've spent so long rereading and rewriting parts over and over again and I know it's not a good thing. I think I'm approaching writing like I approach drawing but where I'd kind of skip the draft part of writing and jump right to the details like some people, myself included, would sometimes skip the sketch part where it can be real messy and it doesn't have to be perfect on the first try but you just go straight for the details and make your life harder in the process.

Anyway, here's the intro, I hope it's not as bad as I think. Let me know what you think!

Also, the lyrics are from the ost if you're not familiar with the game.

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'See the sunset

The day is ending

Let that yawn out

There’s no pretending…’

Is someone's singin'?

Drifting in and out of consciousness, the voice sounded so distant, and the words were so hard to make out at first, the voice might as well be humming. It was like shouting in the main hall of a distribution centre, but Imogen recognised the melody. The notes echoed through her mind like a bullet ricocheting off the walls of an empty hangar as her brain tried to make sense of the jumble of words.

Imogen couldn't tell where she was. The room she was in was silent, save for the melody she could hear from time to time in her rare bouts of consciousness.

The voice was comforting in its rasp. It had a warmth to it that both made her want to drift off to sleep again and wake up to properly listen to it and praise the person looking after her. It sounded so sweet; Imogen could swear she tasted the slightest hint of honey on her tongue for a second…

Being a porter, Imogen’s had her fair share of accidents on the job. They were inevitable but nothing she couldn't handle as she would usually sleep it off and be on her way the following day, like nothing happened. 

She could tell this one must have been… something, if her current state was any indicator. 

And while waking up with no recollection of what happened to her was unnerving and confusing at first, she was taken aback by the lack of nightmares and felt a small form of relief at not waking up with a start for once.

As reality hit her, she couldn't remember ever feeling this awful in her life.

Her legs and feet ached in a way that made it nearly impossible to move them, her back was unbearably stiff, and she could feel pins and needles in her fingers where her red and purple lightning-like scars started and extended past her elbows, the marks prickling under her skin. Her face started to feel warm, uncomfortably so.

Imogen felt a presence next to her, a cold hand resting gently on her forehead and a thumb brushing softly over her brow, cooling her skin and calming her down.

Shh… You’re okay darling. Go back to sleep, you’re safe.

It was that voice again. Almost a whisper in her mind. Like the softest breeze through her hair or a soothing balm on a bruise.  Like a soft melody lulling her to sleep.

Curiously, as though the voice held all the answers in the world, as though it was the voice of reason, Imogen felt compelled to listen to it.

She felt... safe.

So, after trying for a while to figure out what happened to her and how she got here, wherever that was, realising she was indeed still too tired to even think about trying to move, Imogen surrendered to exhaustion, falling into another dreamless slumber.

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Imogen could faintly hear the commotion going on around her as the dust settled around her after collapsing to the ground. She heard rushed footsteps coming towards her and someone calling her name. One voice quickly turned into multiple panicked voices shouting, giving directions and telling her to stay awake, all at the same time. She couldn’t make sense of it all and the young porter was exhausted, the world was spinning around her. She was shaking and could barely feel her legs and her arms seemed too heavy for her to lift. 

She didn’t even know if she was cold or hot and if her heart was racing or beating a lot slower than it should. She couldn’t keep her eyes open. Everything was a blur. Everything hurt. 

She couldn’t comprehend any of the words coming out of those people’s mouths anymore. 

She was adrift. Lost in a sea of sounds her brain just wouldn’t register as she tried in vain to collect herself.

She'd had enough voices in her head when she was still stuck in the city. Why couldn't she ever get some peace and quiet?

Her body was begging for some well-deserved rest, a searing pain settling above her left eye, throbbing and making her nauseous as the overcast sky above her burned her eyes when she tried to open them, and the world kept spinning and spinning endlessly.

Voices kept calling to her, still telling her to stay awake. 

Make it stop… she heard herself whine faintly.

So, against better judgement, not caring what she was told, she closed her eyes, shutting out the blurry figures hurrying about, the hands shaking her shoulders and lightly tapping her cheeks to keep her alert. The shouting, the urgency, the pleading... 

Then everything went quiet. 

Then darkness. 

'I will hold you

And protect you

So, let love warm you

Till the morning… ‘

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And there you go!

Again, please let me know what you think, I'd be happy to have some feedback even if it's only the introduction. I have more written for it but I'm still figuring out if I want this to be a one-shot or a few chapters long, it'll depend on how much I write if I get enough motivation for it, I guess.

Oh and if I ever post this, I named myself Snappy-Twig on Ao3, I just love that codename so much, I coulnd't not use it 😂

#critical role #cr3 #bells hells #laudna #imogen temult #imodna #imodna fanfic #cr fanfic #fanfic #laudna singing lullabies anyone? #fanfic idea #crossover #critical role meets death stranding #please bear with me? #Youtube

[sanctaignorantia]

aparentemente começar a ler fanfics samhiggs é um caminho sem, fim, né? não consigo parar uma vez que comecei...

#samhiggs #fanfic #death stranding #sam porter bridges #higgs monaghan

[wintrsss]

『S/O with High Level DOOMs』

Fandom: Death Stranding.

Characters: Sam, Higgs, Cliff.

Request: Can you maybe do Headcannons for a reader with high level DOOMS? Like sometimes just forgetting that (other then higgs) their S/O doesn't have DOOMS like they do? Not in like a dangerous situation but more like teleporting behind them and scaring them accidentally. How would they react and so on with things that just come with being a high level?

Genre: Fluff, Headcanon.

Warnings: None. Reader is gender neutral!

A/N: I'm sure you only wanted Sam and Higgs, but I included Cliff bc I love him <3 let's pretend he knows abt DOOMs

Requests open!

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Sam Porter Bridges

You'll scare the hell outta him if you teleport without letting him know about it, but with how reticent he is, you probably wouldn't notice

He only knows a handful of people who have DOOMs and only two can teleport, it's rare for him to see one who can. Can't blame him for getting a little alarmed

He is more than happy to pass you some spare cryptobiotes in the case you getting tired from teleporting. You clearly need them more than he does

He will get a little worried once you tell him you're at a high level, with all the repercussions it has, but other than that, he won't dwell on it too much

Sam isn't very good at dealing with emotional problems, but he is a good listener. If you need an ear to talk to about those nightmares, he'll stay quietly at your side. Sometimes he'll say some things that Amelie told him to make him feel better, hoping they'll help you too

He'd rather you not resort to any sort of violence unless it's self defense; there's no need for it. But hey, if you really wanna let off some steam, you should do it to the MULEs or something to clear the area for future porters. Do some good with it at least, right?

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Higgs Monaghan

Half of him is excited to see you at a higher level like he is, the other half wants to show his superiority to you in every way

Sure, you can teleport like he can, but can you control BTs? Nuh uh, didn't think so

So yeah, with the many times he tries to brush aside your dooms abilities as less than par (compared to him), he's totally forgotten at least once

But after the first scare, you wont get him again! That's a promise!

With nightmares however, he may not understand your fear in them, seeing as he's already accepted mass extinction. He'll probably just tell you to go back to sleep without any thought

But if he sees you really shook from it, he'll at least try to comfort you, but it'll end up seeming really half-assed; he's just not used to cheering people up

Higgs isn't gonna be the one to dissuade you from any violent urges you may experience with DOOMs, in fact he's going to fuel the fire and encourage you to act upon these thoughts. Only thing he draws the line at is you hurting yourself

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Cliff Unger

I would not advise trying to scare him with your teleporting because you WILL get put to the ground

He wasn't an army captain for no reason, his reflexes undoubtedly prove that

But with how tired you get from doing that, Cliff strongly advises you to not use it so often, especially if it's for your own pleasure of getting a reaction out of him

You having DOOMs fascinates him, he'd love to learn more if you're willing to tell him about it

He can empathize to an extent on the nightmares you receive from this condition, having had plenty of his own in the past, he'll do his best to try to comfort you during the bad ones, rubbing your back and whispering soft affirmations to you

He knows he doesn't have to, but he likes to wipe away your chiral tears

Cliff doesn't want you following the same path of destruction he's gone to, so he'll keep on eye out in any changes in your behavior so that he can help in any way he can

#death stranding #death stranding fanfic #death stranding x reader #cliff unger x reader #higgs monaghan x reader #sam porter bridges x reader #cliff unger #clifford unger #clifford unger x reader #death stranding headcanons #sam porter bridges #higgs monaghan

[savage-rhi]

Dawkins: A Death Stranding WIP

Summary:

This is a little WIP section of a new Death Stranding fanfic I've been developing based around my OC Gene Dawkins. Some may be familiar with Gene in my fics Sky of Atoms, and Death Stranding Rewind. These stories followed Gene and her relationship with Higgs Monaghan. With this new story, I'm making it more centered on her own life with an overarching plot that ties in with what we know from the game (and possibly DS2 when it comes out). I don't anticipate writing for this story until my other works are complete, but I wanted to put this out for fun and see if there's interest. Feel free to reach out or reply if you want. Thanks for reading!

Gene had never in her life felt this cold before. Her skin trembled while sweat pooled down her face. She felt warm like a fever had taken root. The single blanket provided to her seldom helped, even as she bundled further. Her legs dangled over her assigned coffin, feet gently touching the tiled floor. The piercing cold had her retreat with a hiss. She lifted her right foot up, setting it across her lap, and inspected her sole. There should’ve been frostbite or even a burn given how painful it was. Nonetheless, there was no sign of such a wound much to Gene’s relief. 

“They weren’t kidding about side effects,” Gene murmured to herself with a laugh. Furrowing her brows, she realized it would be a while before she could enjoy being back in the land of the living. Especially when her body or Ha, was registering that her spirit, Ka, returned from the Beach and the five planes. 

Despite having an easy time reintegrating, Gene’s mind was rattled at all she had experienced. The Beach, and all the others connected, were as intricate as stars in a galaxy; boundless. And like stars, beaches shimmered and exploded; returning to the dust from wence they came with new ones coming to take the mantle. 

The BTs were another thing that overwhelmed her. On earth, they were more or less the boogeymen of the modern world; a byproduct of the Death Stranding and its calamity. On the five planes, they had their own ecosystem and life cycle. Gene could scarcely remember it entirely, but when her Ka had walked among them, something clicked. There was a purpose to everything, even monstrous creatures with nuclear capability if they contacted the living. 

“Hey, sleeping beauty!” 

Gene turned her head, seeing Odd standing in the doorway carrying a medium-sized box. 

“Is that you, or my sleep paralysis demon?” Gene quipped with a tired laugh, shaking her head. 

“Would both be a sufficient answer?” Odd chuckled. 

“Depends if you want to get hit in the face or not,” Gene shrugged with a grin. Her eyes followed Odd as he ventured further into the room, and pulled up a stool from afar to sit across from her. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Like I died,” Gene answered point blank. “Does this happen every time you go Walking?” 

“For a while, yeah. Your Ha will get used to it.” Odd nodded truthfully. He let out a breath he had been holding back since Gene had undergone the ceremony and smiled.

“I knew you’d pull through!”

Gene canted her head, raising a brow in suspicion. 

“What?” Odd asked.

“I swear I hear doubt in your voice.” Gene grinned. 

“Nah, never.” Odd chuckled, waving off the accusation with his hand playfully. “Although, you had me worried back there, on the shores. Most have their breakthrough before ascending to the Beach and five planes.”

“Guess I'm special," Gene murmured, recalling how terrifying that ordeal was. One moment, she was feeling the energy of all atoms in the air and sky, and then a wave of tar crashed into her being and pulled her into the ocean. “I’m glad you and ANUBIS were there to pull me out, or...I guess I should be calling you SET now considering the circumstances.” 

“It’s about time you started treating me with some authority!” Odd chuckled and further laughed at the playful grimace Gene evoked. 

“Don’t get all cute,” Gene countered. “You may be the better Death Walker, but I’m still the best porter between us.” 

“You do have me in a bind there,” Odd admitted with a soft laugh. His expression changed, going from carefree to concerned. He held it for a while, glancing over Gene as if looking for a hidden injury. “I know you already told me, but for clarity's sake, what did you see during your breakthrough?”  

“I can’t remember it all. It was sudden, like a light going on and off.” 

“Try to remember the core of it.” Odd encouraged. “The feelings you had, and any images of significance.” 

Gene made a face, feeling the hairs on her arms stand. She remembered drowning, feeling the very essence of her Ka expanding and contracting before a fury of images was suddenly downloaded into her consciousness. Deep down, she didn’t know if she would ever recover from it.

She closed her eyes, trying to give her brain the chance to sort through what experiences her Ka had taken into itself. 

“I saw the world,” Gene began, and gesticulated with her hands to emphasize her points. “And out of this…void, came a large snake. It coiled around the globe ten times over, squeezing what it could. Then the snake stretched its neck and looked up at the sun. I saw it rise, sprinting toward it. Its mouth opened, and it swallowed the rays and eventually, the whole sphere, but the sun escaped and the snake retreated back into the darkness.” 

Gene opened her eyes when she was done recounting. “Then I saw you and ANUBIS pulling me out of the surf.” 

Odd, nodded. The concern he displayed from before died down as he smiled with pride. His fingers gently tapped the medium-sized box, and he offered it to Gene. 

With a shaking hand, Gene retrieved the box. She raised a brow at Odd after glancing between the package and him.

“What’s this, a funeral gift?”

“More like a welcoming present.” Odd corrected with a laugh. “You survived the ceremony, the breakthrough, and found your patron. It’s only fair you earned one of these to help you travel to and from the Beach.” 

Gene began to unwrap the box, her smile growing big as each layer was peeled back. When her mask was finally revealed, Gene paused to look over the details. It reminded her of a half-face Oni mask that samurai would wear into battle, to scare the souls out of their enemies. The structure was reptilian in nature, resembling the maw of a dragon. The teeth were small, save for a pair of fangs that a cobra would be envious of. The mask was near pitch black, and the teeth were covered in gold chiralium. Though Gene knew this was a tool for her new job, it was also a work of art. Something crafted with devotion.

“Did you make this, or did the UCA?” Gene asked in awe. 

“Yours truly!” Odd gestured out with both his arms and grinned. “Once you told me what your breakthrough was on the Beach, I started carving with the printers as soon as I woke up.” 

As Gene combed over every inch of detail, she noticed a small inscription on the lower left side of the mask. In silver etching was inscribed the numbers 006 with a dash in between, and a name in all caps. She furrowed her brows, then finally peered up at Odd who gave her a beaming smile, much like the ones used to wear all the time when they were both children. 

Odd stood up, rummaging Gene’s hair playfully. In between exhausted laughs, and Gene shoving his arm away, Odd crouched in front of Gene. The determination in his eyes had her smiling back in admiration. 

“I better let you rest. You’re gonna need it before we go Walking again.”

“More like I need to hibernate.” Gene snorted. 

“Then I will speak no more!” Odd chuckled and rose to his feet. He ventured to the door of Gene’s quarters. Before disappearing from view, Odd turned around, meeting Gene’s gaze. 

“Welcome to the DUAT, APEP.” 

With a wink, he was gone and Gene’s eyes fell back onto the mask. Her fingers traced over the word APEP and she swallowed. 

The serpent eating the sun came back to her. Except, the sphere didn’t escape from the clutches of the giant reptile. The planet disappeared into its gaping maw, and then there was darkness, and what could only be described as a supernova and fire following suit. Then came the screams of billions. 

A part of Gene wanted to tell Odd the truth; that there was more to her breakthrough than what was shared. Nonetheless, Gene couldn’t help but feel the need to keep to herself. It could wait until later. She and DUAT had bigger problems; capturing those responsible for destroying Middle Knot City.

She playfully put the mask on her lower face, and breathed in deep while her eyes closed. There would be justice.

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[neatharia]

the phase walked inside my head all covered in golden chiralium dust

I want to finish it so bad but I am not sure about publishing I'm too scared 😨

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[cn-4amsleeper]

Sometimes I’d encounter a paragraph of what I thought to be a Higgs x Sam fanfic and then it’s just Death Stranding official novelization.

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[cuddlypillow]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Death Stranding (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Higgs Monaghan/Reader, Higgs Monaghan/You, Higgs Monaghan & You, Higgs Monaghan & Reader Characters: Higgs Monaghan, Reader, You Additional Tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, PWP, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, no y/n, GN!READER, genderneutral reader, Fingering, Sex, Rough Sex, mention of choking, Higgs has total switch energy, top higgs, Not Beta Read Summary:

You and Higgs get surprised by heavy timefall on a patrol run for the Demens but you know how to waste some time.

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