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jiminisjamin · 6 years

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The Truth About Steve.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Requested: No.

Summary: On her first day back at work, she thinks something is off about the new employee, Steve. He doesn’t ever seem to know what he’s doing and seems lost, hurt, and confused- that’s what drew her to him. A magnetic pull that, despite y/n’s efforts, she couldn’t seem to shake. She felt something deep within her soul that she couldn’t ignore- even when he wasn’t around she was thinking about him. So, what is it? And what’s that faint, faint blue light that seems to encircle him wherever he goes?

Warnings: None.

Rating: Fluff.

Word Count: 3,264

Title: The Truth About Steve | Part One (of 3)

Castiel's eyes begin to flutter shut as he leans against the checkout counter, his heart beating slowly and his head bobbing as he slowly drifts off. A weak voice in the back of his head fights with him to stay awake as he hears footsteps nearing him, but he simply rests his chin in his hand. "Hello," he murmurs. "What can I do for you today? Checking out? Cash or..." He shakes his head, his eyes briefly fluttering open at the sound of quiet laughter.

"You're the new guy, huh?" Castiel blinks a few times, standing up a little straighter. "Oh. Hello," he extends his hand in greeting. "I'm-"

"Steve. I can see your name tag," she laughs slightly, reaching out and shaking his hand before giving him another smile. "You looked beat- what happened? Did you stay up too late?" Castiel pauses, unsure what the correct response would be. Does he tell her he doesn’t have a place to stay, let alone enough money for the essentials of human living, or does he lie? He pauses as he slowly realizes he doesn't even know what humans would do late at night, and instead shrugs, faltering slightly.

"I didn't sleep well. I'm...in between homes right now." He casts his gaze away, and y/n frowns, tilting her head at him. Her heart swells slightly as she takes in his helpless, broken demeanor and she puts her hand on his shoulder sympathetically.

"We've all been there," she whispers, unable to ignore the tug at her heartstrings when he meets her gaze. "If you need help, let me know." Castiel tilts his head.

"You don't know me," his gaze flickers to her nametag. "Y/n, you do not know me." His gaze slides back to her, his eyes darkening slightly. "I could be dangerous," chills run up her spine at the way his voice drops an octave, yet his lips turn up in a quirky, lopsided half-grin, and he turns his gaze to the ground again. "Not that I am," he says quickly. "But I could be." Y/n laughs and shakes her head.

"For some reason I highly doubt that," she regards the faint glow around him, her eyes shining. "There’s something about you...I can't quite place it, but you seem good." Castiel’s eyes light up at this, and he smiles softly again.

"I'm glad you're not frightened of me." His eyes close again, and he sways slightly, gripping the counter for support. "Sorry- don't worry about me, I'm fine." He waves his hand as she approaches behind the counter, reaching out and grabbing hold of him to try and steady him.

"You don't look too good, Steve." She tightens her grip on his arm when he lurches forward, and she shakes her head. "Okay, that's it. We're closing early- come on, I'm gonna get you back to where you’re staying so I know you didn't die on the way." Castiel shakes his head slightly

"You can't do that," his breath comes out raspy, and y/n nods.

"Yes, I can- and I will."

"No, you..." He looks down at her. "When I said I'm in between homes- I don't have one y/n, as in- no friends, no family…I don’t have anywhere," she blinks a few times, her gaze falling on the dimming light around him, a small, low static him filling her ears.

"Well...then...you're coming home with me," she tugs his arm lightly. "Come on, I want to make sure you're okay. I can...I can make you some soup? You can camp out on my couch or something until you find a place." Castiel turns his gaze to her once more. Her heart beats quickly at the desperate look in his eyes, his obvious want for food and a warm place to stay battling with the doubts swirling around in his head.

"Steve, please." He blinks a few times, casting his gaze away and sighing.

"That's very kind of you," he replies. "I am forever grateful." She smiles and helps guide him out to her car, making sure there are no customers on her way, and locking up once they are outside. He practically falls into the passenger seat, his head falling back and eyes closing instantly, a small grunt falling past his lips. She smiles to herself, shutting the door after him and moving quickly over to her door, climbing in.

"If you end up being a murderer I'm going to be so angry," she mutters, eliciting a laugh from his direction, followed by a deep sigh. She glances over at him once more before starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. Castiel grins again, his eyes involuntarily closing as the radio quietly hums to life.

“Mmm. It’s a good thing I’m not,” he replies softly, pausing before turning his gaze to her. “I’m very…pleasantly surprised by your kindness, y/n. In only a few weeks I’ve been shown kindness that revives my faith in this world.” Y/n blushes slightly and turns on her right turn single.

“Well…thank you. I’m just doing the right thing,”

“What if it’s not safe?”

“Well…I don’t know. I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt- you don’t seem bad.” Y/n looks away from the road to meet his gaze and smiles. “I guess I trust you? It’s not like we’re total strangers- we’ve been around each other a bit.” Castiel smiles softly and lets ’s his eyes close again. He hums contently, the cool air blowing some of his hair around a bit.

“That’s true,” he replies softly. “We haven’t talked much, but we’ve worked with each other for a while.”

“We haven’t talked because you’ve never answered me. It’s like you don’t know how to talk to girls or something.” Castiel’s cheeks heat up and he hangs his head in shame, his demeanor once again resembling a kicked-puppy.

“My…social skills are rusty,” he mumbles softly, his hand twitching slightly as a sad look crosses his face. He lifts his head up, eyes shiny, and turns his gaze to the car’s sunroof, staring at the sky as stars and street lamps fly past them. “I’m not too good with people,” he clarifies. “I’ve had a sort of…crutch ever since I’ve been here, and…” his voice trails off. “And now I don’t.” Y/n nods, but stays silently, keeping her gaze on the road. “It’s overwhelming,” he continues, “there are so many things you have to worry about. Food, shelter, clean clothes…” He sighs. “And on top of all of that, you have to…interact with others in a way that won’t offend them. Or scare them.”

“Steve?” She asks softly. “Is this the first time you’ve been on your own?” Castiel pauses and then nods.

“Yes. I had…well, I used to have a great deal of power, and I gave it up for what I thought was right, and for my friends. And, well, I still had my power but not the same position. Now I don’t have power, and…now my friends,” his eyes shine more as he stares at the sky, “they kicked me out of their place.” Y/n frowns.

“So, you sacrificed everything for them, and once you lost this…power, they just dumped you on the side of the road?” Castiel nods.

“Basically, yes.”

“Steve…” she shakes her head. “I’m so sorry- that’s not…that’s horrible. What kind of friend…”

“I’m sure he had his reasons,” Castiel interjects. “He wouldn’t have done it if there wasn’t a reason.” Y/n can’t help but notice the hope in his voice and she briefly turns her gaze to him.

“You don’t know though?”

“No, not really.”

There’s a long stretch of comfortable silence, both thinking about the other as y/n drives.

Castiel can’t keep his mind off how nervous he seems to be around her- and how genuinely kind she is to take him in like this, let him stay at her place- still with an underlying fear of something bad waiting for him at the house.

Y/n can’t wrap her head around why she’s so drawn to Steve- sure, he’s handsome, but she usually doesn’t throw trust at strangers like this. But something about Steve feels…safe, familiar, even. Yet she can’t figure out what, or why. She sighs, her grip tightening around the wheel slightly. She notices Steve’s eyes closing, and his head bobbing slightly as he slowly dozes off. Her eyebrows pull together slightly at the ever-dimming light surrounding him, not thinking as she reaches out to feel it, curiosity getting the best of her.

Her hand hovers just over his shoulder, a light tingle traveling up her arm, causing her to gasp. Steve jerks awake, his eyes widening as he pulls away from her slightly, his hand grabbing her wrist.

“I-I’m sorry,” she pulls her hand away quickly, her cheeks heating up as she turns her attention to the road. “I didn’t mean to wake you up, I just…” Her voice trails off, and Steve shivers slightly.

“It’s fine, y/n. You didn’t mean any harm…” He stretches in the limited space he has, a loud sigh escaping his lips. “I’m just very tired.” She glances over at him, frowning.

“You look kinda pale,” she murmurs.

As she pulls into her apartments parking lot, she glances over at him worriedly. She quickly parks and reaches over, lightly feeling his forehead.

“Oh, Steve,” she sighs, pulling her hand away and frowning. “You have a fever.” Castiel frowns, the same puppy dog expression crossing his face.

“A fever?”

“Yeah, you’re sick.” She sighs and opens her door. “Come on, I have some ibuprofen inside- it’ll help with the fever.” Castiel sighs, pushing the door open and practically rolling out of the car, barely catching himself on the door.

“I’m never sick,” he mumbles, holding his head slightly. “This is horrible.” Y/n rushes over to his side and grabs his arm.

“Come on, Steve. Let’s get you up to my room- if you want I could make soup, or…”

“No, no! Please, you’re already offering me a place to stay- and giving me medicine. You don’t need to do anything else for me.” Castiel replies quickly, guilt forming in the pit of his stomach.

“But, I must have dinner anyways, Steve. I might as well…” She looks hopefully at him, his quickly dulling blue gaze turning to her.

“I…y/n, I…” He sighs, his eyes fluttering shut. “I think I need to sit down,” he reaches out for the car to steady himself, and y/n’s eyes widen as her grip tightens on his arm.

“Okay, okay, come on. I’m taking you up.”

Castiel practically collapses onto the couch, his chest rising and falling heavily as he squeezes his eyes shut, the sound of y/n shuffling through drawers deafening to his ears. The material of his clothes scratches at his skin, his whole body practically tingling as every slight move sends an odd sensation through his body. He groans in discomfort, tugging the sleeves of his shirt up to try and get relief from the heat, only to breath heavily when it sends a painful, tingling sensation through his whole arm. Y/n rushes over and stares down at him.

“I, uh- I think I have an old boyfriend’s shirt you could wear- an ex, ex…uh.” She sets something down on the table. “Right. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

Castiel’s eyes flutter open as she walks away.

“What do I need a shirt for?”

“So, you aren’t so overheated,” she calls out, quickly rushing back in with a plain grey T. “Here, if you want- uh, if you have boxers on or something, you could take off your pants- if it, uh…would make you more comfortable?” She holds the shirt out to him, and he stares forward at it. He takes the shirt, and shifts, pushing himself to stand up. “Whoa, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to…is there a restroom I could change in?” Y/n coughs slightly and nods. “Yeah, I, uh, sorry.” She laughs. “Yeah, over here.” She takes his elbow and gently leads him over to the small bathroom, only walking away when the door closes.

She rifles through the medicine cabinet, trying to find ibuprofen and aspirin when she hears a loud crash. “Oh my god,” she rushes back to the bathroom, throwing the door open without thinking.

Castiel grips the counter to support himself, leaning his forehead on it as well. His bare back is turned to her, the only clothing actually on him being plain, white boxers. Y/n chokes slightly, and whirls around. “Oh- oh I’m so, uh, oh god…I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to- I hear a loud- I thought…I thought maybe you’d fallen, I didn’t…” Another low, almost pained groan falls past Castiel’s lips, and he shakes his head, attempting to stand up.

“It’s fine, y/n, I-” He lurches forward, catching himself on the doorframe, still gripping the shirt. She turns slowly.

“I…how did you even get this sick? What happened.” For the first time, y/n notices the dark circles under his sunken, tired eyes and how a light layer of sweat covers his torso, his skin almost looking sunburnt from the heat. Her jaw drops open. “Steve…what- why are you…how long have you not had a place to stay?” He turns his gaze to the ground, wobbling slightly despite his efforts to keep steady.

“A few months maybe.”

“Have you been eating?”

“Not consistently.”

“Are those the only clothes you have?” He pauses before slowly nodding. “Steve…” She frowns, and reaches out, grabbing his arm. “Come on, let’s get you to the couch.”

“What about the shirt?” Y/n pauses.

“If you’re comfortable you can leave it off, or you can put it on. I just thought you’d be more comfortable like this.” Castiel nods slowly and puts the shirt aside. “I could get you a blanket to cover up though- if you’d like.” He nods slowly.

“That would be nice,” he replies, watching her walk away only to reappear a few moments later with a thin, grey blanket. She drapes it across his lap, and opens a pill bottle, shaking out two small, round, red pills into his hand. “Take this,” she hands him a glass of water. “It should help your fever.” She stands up. “I’m going to change out of my work clothes, and then make some dinner. I’m probably going to make soup…would you like some?” Castiel’s eyebrows pull together and he nods slowly.

“Yes, I would…I would love some food, but please don’t go out of your way…”

“Steve, I have to eat. I might as well make you some food while I’m at it.” She smiles softly and then turns. “I’ll be right back- stay there, okay?” Castiel nods and his eyes flutter shut. He pulls the blanket up closer to his chest, allowing himself to relax on the couch more, his hot, flushed skin sensitive to the couch’s coolness. He hums softly, unable to open his eyes as he hears shuffling in the kitchen.

“Y/n?” He mumbles.

“Yeah, It’s me.” Castiel sighs at her voice, slumping on the couch more, now completely laying on the couch.

“I’m glad it wasn’t a robber- or a murderer,” he mumbles, swallowing thickly and trying to sit up. “I wouldn’t be much help,” y/n laughs at this, and he hears her soft footsteps grow nearer as she shuffles over to him, placing a cool cloth over his forehead.

“I’m just heating up some soup, it shouldn’t take too long.” She brushes strands of his slightly damp hair out of his face, practically combing through his hair with her hand as she stares down at him. Castiel mumbles incoherently, a small smile sliding across his face. Although y/n can’t hear what he says, she laughs softly, and her hand rests on the side of his face. “It’s like you’ve never had the flu before,” she mumbles softly, her head tilting as her lips curl into a small smile. His eyes flutter open and his lips briefly part.

“I don’t get sick very much,” he replies sheepishly.

“It must be because of you not taking care of yourself, recently.” She lightly taps his nose and stands up. “I’m gonna make you a bowl, and I’ll be right back over.” Castiel nods and forces himself into a sitting position, the blanket falling from around his shoulders and covering his lap. Y/n sits down next to him, holding the bowl carefully. She takes a small sip of the soup, and then nods, turning to Castiel. “Here, Steve.” She lifts a spoonful to his mouth and he glances at her briefly before his lips part and he takes the bite, quickly chewing the small chunks of vegetable and what appears to be chicken before swallowing. She smiles and reaches to get another spoonful.

“Y/n I can feed myself- you still need to eat.” She smiles slightly as she lifts the spoon up to him again, and he pauses, glancing over at her.

“I already ate, okay? I knew you wouldn’t let me cook food for you otherwise. So just…eat.” His cheeks turn red- whether from the fever, or embarrassment y/n wasn’t sure, but he complies, swallowing the soup and following her movements as she brings the spoon back to the bowl.

They continue this until the bowl is close to empty and Castiel refuses the last bites, claiming to be full. Y/n eyes him, squinting slightly.

“Are you saying that because you’re actually full or because you feel bad? Because we are literally like three bites away from finishing this.”

“We?” Castiel echoes.

“You, I meant you.” She clears her throat. “So, uh, are you sure? You really don’t want the rest…” Castiel’s gaze stays on the bowl.

“Well…”

“Steve, just take the last of it. You haven’t been eating properly- as you said, you haven’t had a home. You might as well?” Castiel swallows roughly, slowly nodding.

“Yes, please.” Y/n smiles and quickly feeds him the last of the soup. Castiel stares down at his lap, smoothing his hands over the light blanket. “Well…thank you, y/n- again. You’ve been so kind to me these past few hours.” She smiles, and pushes his hair back again, picking up the long-discarded (and no longer cool) washcloth. She sits up, and takes the bowl over to the sink, cautiously returning to the couch.

“So…” She sits down next to him, and he smiles over at her tiredly. “I can go grab you a pillow and an extra comforter- are you cold? Do you need more blankets? I do have the extra comforter if you need it- and some other heavier blankets. Would you like some?” He smiles.

“If it wouldn’t be much trouble- I could help, if you want.”

“No, no. You rest here. Luckily for you, it’s Friday. If I remember right neither of us have work tomorrow…right?” Castiel frowns and nods slowly.

“I work weekdays,” he replies.

“Yeah! Me too.” They pause for a long time, and then she nods, standing up. “Okay. I’ll go get your blankets then.” She smiles again and heads for the closet.

It only takes a few minutes to gather all the items, but by the time she’s back, Castiel is already lying down, his head resting on the couch’s armrest, his bare chest rising and falling rhythmically. She lifts his head carefully to stuff the pillow underneath, and lays the blankets over him, walking over to the hallway and flicking the lights off. “Goodnight, Steve.” She mutters, turning away from him and sighing. “I really, really hope you’re as good as I think you are.”

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sin-like-me · 6 years

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My Dearest Reader,

Isn't it funny when and where inspiration can strike? Those moments which catch us by surprise are always pleasant and fleeting.

The plot for this particular fic was one such moment. One line in a song was all it took, and the following was born. It is absolutely silly and was quite a bit of fun to write.

Be forewarned: In my daily life I wield curses like an art form, thus this particular work is a bit on the heavier side of four letter words. /laugh. Also, all mistakes are mine alone.

So what are you waiting for? Dive in, read on, get lost.. have an adventure.

Yours Always, C. Horizons

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15682656

Disillusionment

“You’ll find it if you follow me… Oh the Bliss, Oh the Bliss…”

Click.

“Man, I told you none of that Peggie shit.”

You laugh and toss a look over your shoulder, “Every single time we liberate one of these damned cultist’s vehicles all the radio spews is ‘Peggie shit.’ You do realized that I have zero control over that?” Arching an eyebrow, arm resting on the steering wheel, you turn back and face the darkness consideringly. “Besides, the Bliss one is not so bad really… hell, even Set Those Sinners Free and Oh John are catchy come to think of it. Where is your objectivity Shark?”

Flicking on the truck’s headlights, a grin tugs blithely at the corners of your mouth. It seems as if prodding a response from Charlemagne was fast becoming one of your favorite distractions. Behind you the sound of a slight shift on polyester was all the warning provided before you felt a gentle smack on the back of your head.

“Those fucks have no taste in the finer musical types available for consumption.”

“Like disco?” you shoot back, turning the truck towards Drubman’s Marina with a smirk. The look of warning you caught in the rearview was just enough to have you gracefully back off.. for the moment. “Alright, fair enough. I get where you’re coming from Sharky. I mean, what I wouldn’t give for some metal or hell, even real blues. Wanna place bets that Daddy Broseph forbade anything with a serious beat? It’s all acoustic guitars, twangs, and dull rhythms.. You can just picture them singing by fires, high as kites, and holding hands.”

Sharky snorted a guffaw, “Kum-fuckin’-baya. No shit.. With their very own Mary Jane to head it all. Free drugs yo.”

You giggled and rounded a turn with precision, velocity held at a steady 60 MPH. Speed limits? Please. You are the law.

A strangled gasp reached your ears from the backseat. “Ya know Andretti, if I didn’t trust you I wouldn’t let you drive. You scare the shit outta me.”

“Mmm, yes, but have you died Shark?” Your pointed gaze met his in the mirror.

“Not yet…

“Exactly.”

“... though a heart attack seems likely.”

You chose to ignore that little barb, “Anyway, begging backseat drivers can’t be choosy now can they?”

Whatever response he would have tossed your way was cut short.

“FUCK CHICA!! LOOK OUT!!!”

Your foot stomped the brakes, the immediate cessation of movement kicking dust and gravel behind you as the bed of the truck skidded for purchase. Going from the artful navigation of a mountain pass to fishtailing abruptly had not been on your list of things to do tonight, if ever. As a matter of fact that particular stunt would have fallen almost at the top of a do not fucking do this list, right under the commandment: do NOT sleep with any of the Seeds. (Why you even needed a list to remind you not to do that should have been alarming on its own.)

Heartbeat faltering to an almost complete stop, you turn in our seat to check on your best friend.

“Shark!! You okay?!”

He nodded, a bit dazed, and you turned to search the rearview for what caused his panic. Nothing.. Nada… zero. No animal, no pothole, no Peggie.. Nothing. You unbuckled, climbing down from the truck with Sharky right behind you. Maybe you hit something? No, even that seemed off to you considering that you were pretty damn sure hitting something would have caused one hell of a thump. You glanced quizzically at a decidedly confused pyro, eyebrow quirked.

“Man.. I know I saw Faith standing in the road. Right, fucking, there…” he pointed to the side of the lane where the curve dropped down to a steep slope.

Nothing seemed to have been disturbed, the tall grass waving eerily in the illumination from the headlights.

“Mhm. Did you happen to spend too much time in a field of those flowers?”

It was a valid question. Two vast Bliss fields had surrounded the entrance to a random prepper’s stash Sharky had managed to catch wind of. Working to gain entry was not the easiest of tasks and it had taken longer than you would have liked. Unfortunately, those damn things were potent to most people.

You stooped to check all tires, leaving Charlamagne to stare in confusion and a little embarrassment.

“Nah man, you know I ain’t into that shit.”

Trying to lighten the mood you offer a genuine smile and a warm tone, “Right Mr. “higher than a giraffe in Jamaica.”

The change in your voice and demeanor seemed to work. Sharky’s face lost its pinched look and his shoulders dropped back into their relaxed position. His eyes met yours, and you winked reassuringly as you stood up.

Everything as a-okay.

Heart rate back to its normal tread you turned on a booted heel, breeze caressing your skin, when an unexpected cloud of powder stung your eyes and made you cough. You waved your hand frantically in front of your face in hopes of clearing your vision, annoyance thrumming through your body.

‘Every.Single.Time!!!’

“Welcome to the Bliss,” a saccharin voice lilted, giggling musically.

Well fuck. Everything had been going so well too.

‘Sharky!’

This was the first thing you thought once your vision cleared and you were able to suck in a breath of fresh air. Once more you were in a field of Bliss, but this time Faith did not have the advantage. As luck would have it she chose a particular field that was close to your original destination: Drubman’s. Now you just needed to find Sharky and get the hell out of here.

‘Faith is in for a little bit of a surprise.’

“Charlemagne…. Victor….Boshaw!!!”

Your voice was clear, steady, and loud. It was dark, the white flowers seeming to glow in the moonlight, and all around you was silence.. Frozen, ears straining to catch the slightest of sounds, you finally heard a small shuffle to your right. It had to be him.

‘Where was a flashlight when you needed one?’

Crouching low, you slowly made you way to where the sound originated.

“You have to have Faith….” breathy and trying for innocent, Faith’s voice echoed around you coming from nowhere and everywhere all at once. Her obvious facade set your teeth on edge, grating like nails on a chalkboard.

You didn’t have time for this bullshit.

Hitting a small clearing amidst the seemingly endless fields of cloying flowers, you almost fell right on top of Sharky. He was sprawled out on his back, making… a fucking Bliss angel while giggling?!

“Chica! There you are. Man this shit is good! I had no idea.”

“Right, well, you know, that’s the concentrated powder for you. Tinkerbell has her own special stash. Pure I’m sure.”

Sharky sat up laughing so hard tears were rolling down his cheeks, “Tinkerbell. I like that. Think this shit will make me fly if I believe hard enough?”

You hooked your arm through one of his, tugging up none too gently. “Nooooo… No I do not and if you start singing John’s praises I will leave you here.”

He gracelessly rose to his feet, swaying unsteadily. “ Oh John! BOLD AND BRAVE!”

“I mean it Shark. I will leave you here.”

He snickered and sneezed, stumbling into your side, “Man no fun. Don’t kill the buzz or Tinkerbell will be one pissed off pixie. Speakin’ of… where is she?”

“Ever heard the saying speak of the devil and he doth appear? Yeah, don’t do that.” you muttered close to his ear, eyes darting around expectantly.

Of course it was too little too late.

A ghostly titter announced her presence before she stepped out from a nearby patch of flowers. Walking was much less impressive than when she grew wings and flew. Either Faith was falling down on the job, or this was your new reaction to the Bliss: disillusionment. By now you knew your role and what was expected of you, so you shrugged into the performance like it was an old jacket.

‘And, ACTION!’

Your eyes widened and took on a dream like quality as you turned to face Faith, staring in wonder.

“Woah man.. She’s like… glowing and …kinda hot.”

You blinked slowly, fighting the urge to elbow Sharky in the ribs. Oh, how you wanted to try to wake him from his fascination with Cocaine Jane here.

Faith smiled benevolently, yet it never quite reached her eyes. “I know you have heard stories about me. That I am a Liar… a manipulator..”

Sharky jumped to attention, “No way man. No way! You’re too nice to be any of that shit.”

You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes.

Faith’s smile altered, the edges becoming hardened and sharp. No longer were her lips inviting others to share in a moment of affected friendship. It seemed as if she did not like her little speech being interrupted. To her credit she kept up the act, reaching out and taking Sharky’s hands.

“Thank you Charlemagne.” she breathed.

It was as if the sun had come out and the Heavens had opened based on his facial expression. You tamped down the hostility and strove for blazed as best you could.

“Hey, Shark, you know, there is something I have always wondered…Faith, how do you keep in touch with the Seeds? I mean, you never carry a radio…’

Sharky blinked, then cracked that smirk you were familiar with. His curiosity was piqued.

‘Come on man, focus Shark…’

“Got a point there Dep.” he conceded as he cocked his head to the side, studying the Herald, “How DO you talk to them?”

Faith, thrown by the turn in conversation, skipped back dropping her hold on Sharky.

“E...excuse me?”

Taking a step towards her, you reach out a hand and gently tug at the hair framing her face.

‘Time to lay it on thick..’

“Is it ESP? Or are you able to send a signal like a radio?”

She leaned her head back, hair falling from your grasp.

“I don’t see…”

You almost laughed at the role reversal. Faith had become the skittish prey.

Leaning in you raised your voice mockingly, its lilt covering the small distance, “John are you there???... Jacob??....”

Sharky piped in, “Jingleheimer Schmidt?!”

‘Yes! There he was!’

You busted into a genuinely surprised laugh, before recovering your focus.

“Can they hear me Faith? If they can’t, think you could pass on a message? You know, Jacob is pretty fucking stunning. I would love a little of his time… well, that is, if you could arrange it.”

Faith took another bare-footed step backwards. This was not at all what she was expecting.

“Jacob?!” she spluttered in fear and incomprehension.

Sharky cut her off again, “Are you fuckin’ serious chica? JACOB?!”

You giggled, “What? He’s interesting. I mean if you prefer, John is also rather sexy.”

Shark was starting to look a bit green around the gills and Faith was gaping now. “Dep, have you finally lost it?! I mean damn, how high are you?”

You almost laughed as Faith nodded in agreement.

“You mean you’ve never noticed Faith?”

You took another step towards her, backing her up even further… good. Almost to the edge of the Bliss field.

To be honest, you were rather surprised that she had not caught on to your act. You didn’t feel like a particularly good stage performer so every action, every word, seemed rather transparent and exaggerated. You studied the woman-child before you.

That Faith was close to panicking was evident in her every facial tick and what would prey do once cornered? Whatever it had to. Thus, once you saw her reach into a hidden pocket of her dress you knew what was coming: more of her special powder. Murmuring a quick prayer of thanks to whichever deity made sure she was not being particularly observant, you grinned.

“Looking for this?”

Her eyes darted to your outstretched hand only to find your fingers clasped around a small, muslin bag. HER bag to be exact.

Sharky was finally starting to sober up. Each step further from the Bliss diminished its hold and that damned powder was wearing off. In your friend’s favor, he managed to put two and two together rather quickly.

“Fuck this shit. Punch that bitch.”

You smirked as you hefted the bags weight in your palm, looking down at it as if in deep consideration.

‘Fuck it.’

Slipping your thumb and pointer finger into the bag, you pushed the drawstring apart. Debating exactly how much to use, you shrugged and threw the whole damn thing into Faith’s face. Her reaction was instantaneous and hilarious. If you had had the time, you would have deeply appreciated the irony as she gasped in shock. Her coughing fit coupled with the desperation to clear her field of vision was delicious. Alas, these opportunities to play the badass so rarely presented themselves. You were not about to waste it.

With every last ounce of rancor you could muster, you stepped forward once again. Absently noting how the green powder had settled onto the front of that ridiculous white dress, you stooped down to her ear, making sure to enunciate every single word...

“Welcome to the Bliss… bitch.”

You drew back your fist and landed a very satisfying punch to the bridge of her nose. That simple 7 to 9 pounds of pressure completely demolished the cartilage. Faith fell to her knees, a small keen escaping her throat and you wasted no time. Grabbing Sharky’s forearm you dashed into the nearby shelter of darkened trees.

“Holy shit! You actually did it!! You punched Faith… in the face…”

You smirked, still dragging him step for step behind you. The more distance between the two of you and the Bliss Queen, the better.

You had no choice but to stop short as Sharky fell to his knees. Gut-wrenching snorts of amusement wracked his whole body and he seemed unable to breathe.

“Then you actually said “Welcome to the Bliss, Bitch..” like we were in one of those films! Tango and Cash man! I told you!!!! Kickin’ ass….”

“And slayin’ puss.” you finished the quote for him. Hell, if it made him happy, who were you to argue? So, you shrugged and kept picking your way through the fern covered ground, hoping he would keep up.

He did.

“Wait… wait..”

You stopped and turned to raise a brow in curiosity.

“You aren’t high are you??!! That shit didn’t fuck you up! You were able to do too much shit, notice too many details…”

His look of shock morphed into admiration.

“I don’t know why so don’t ask. All I can tell you is that whatever Bliss is, it has never hit me like it has others. Could be it’s as simple as developing some kind of resistance or maybe I was born with some type of immunity. Morphine has never worked either. Hospitals have to give me some astronomical amount simply to take an edge off of pain.”

Shark blinked, “That was either real brave or real stupid.”

“I would venture both.”

He nodded and seemed content to ponder the situation further as the two of you hiked on to Drubman’s Marina. Thirty minutes passed in relative silence when you felt his hand close around your bicep. This time there was no gentle stop, he jerked you into a panicked halt.

“Wait a damn minute! If you weren’t all wigged on the Bliss… does that mean you actually think that shit about Jacob fucking Seed?!”

Alas, there was only so much that could go your way in one night. It seemed as if hoping he would have forgotten that little bit of information was asking too much. Did you lie behind sarcasm, tell the truth, or simply provide no conclusion and allow him his own? Your mind stumbled over itself in a blind panic and you knew it was time to act on instinct.

Smiling and standing on the tips of your booted toes, you reached up and cupped Sharky’s jaw. It was now or never. Swallowing quickly, you placed your lips against his. It was no more than a moment, a brief press of lips, and you quickly stepped back, dropping your hand back to your side.

‘Fuck.’

That was.. ugh...Well, you didn’t KNOW what that was, but you had no time to reflect.

‘Keep in character!’’

A quick wink into his stunned face, and you turned once more fighting the urge to run. Catching the sound of small waves lapping against a dock, you knew salvation lay ahead.

Hopefully a certain pyro would let all matters drop. His crush on Aunt Adelaide tended to make him forget everything else.

‘Would wonders never cease? Saved by a crass nympho.’

Your musings were cut short when a sudden chirp sounded from your belt. Jumping, you glanced down in surprise. Somehow you had managed to completely forgot about the radio you carried. Its sudden resurrection after hours of silence put you on edge.

“Ohhhhh dep-u-ty… our dearest little sister passed along some rather interesting information. I must say I am rather...flattered.”

Your instincts proved right. This was bad… very bad. John’s honeyed voice dripped down your spine, pooling heavily in your stomach. He was oozing satisfaction and confidence beyond his normal bounds. This did not bode well.

‘That little bitch couldn’t wait to blab!’

Then another, deeper voice cut through the brief silence, “Pup, if you wanted to come home, all you had to do was ask.”

You couldn’t stop the shiver in response to his velvet laced tone, goosebumps breaking out on your arms.

“I’m waiting….”

Jacob… knew. There was no other reasonable assumption.. yet, what was even more screwed up is the simple fact you were tempted. Was it a logical response? No, of course not. The whole idea was absolutely insane.

‘Damn it!! It all came back to bite me in the ass a hell of a lot quicker than I imagined it would.’

“Rook? That you? What’s going on?”

‘Whitehorse?!’

“Guuurrrll what did you say? Tell Adie!!”

Your hand floated above the two-way, debating an answer. Naturally, it was an open channel.

‘Damn, karma is a bitch.’

Sighing you stepped out of the woods and onto the banks of the lake. Sharky was still too caught up in the change in events to do more than stumble towards the marina. Hey, you would take your breaks where you could get ‘em. Looking out over the water you tried to roll the tension out of your shoulders.

This had turned into one gigantic clusterfuck of a day. Was it too late to throw your hands up, tell all and sundry to fuck off and walk away?

A purr kicked the radio on once again and you gaped incredulously at the offending object.

‘Nah, no way that was… Peaches?!’

That was it, the proverbial straw.

“Fuck this shit,” you muttered, unclipping the radio from your belt.

You didn’t spare the damned plastic another look as you wound back and threw it as far as you could. It sank into the depths with a resounding plunk. Far from satisfied, you dove into the cold waters of the lake, swam the short distance to a nearby boatercycle, climbed aboard and took off.

‘Not today you fucks.’

The small blinking light, now settling in at the bottom of the lake, was the only evidence of your little outburst. Over time, that familiar shape would cover with silt, its light fading, burying your secret tantrum with it.

If you couldn’t drown your problems, you would at least outrun them for a day.

#far cry deputy #far cry 5 fandom #far cry 5 #far cry 5 fanfiction #sharky boshaw #faith seed #john seed #jacob seed #jacob seed fanfiction #john seed fanfiction #peaches #adelaide drubman #female deputy

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part 62

Smols is so happy!! Ain’t that precious. *w*

The medic must have had a rather full schedule, because it wasn’t until the wee jours of the next day Novastrike was called back into her office. For a moment as she entered the room, the little femme worried that something unexpected had come up in previous scans that she’d preformed.

However, her fears diminished the moment she walked into the room and spotted Guard standing by the bigger femme. He had that same twinkle in his optics as always that added a lot of youth to his somewhat worn and aged faceplate. It amazed her to some extent that the old mech simply didn’t have a larger following; it was easy to be wrapped up and spellbound by his charisma and politeness.

“Good morning Novastrike,” the medic stated, pressing her digits to her faceplate as her vents hiccuped with a sort of tiresome yawn.

“Good morning ma’am, sir,” Nova chimed in greeting with a dip of her helm respectfully to the duo.

The femme and Guard each gave a quiet chuckle at her polite gesture. Taking a step forward, the medic spoke frankly with a flick of her servo towards the smaller femme.

“Good news: you’re cleared and ready to get back to work. All supervision, testing, and scans reveal good health. You may continue experiencing soreness for a time, but nothing of vital significance seems to be problematic any longer. Your injuries are mostly healed. Just don’t go lifting heavy objects, take regular interval breaks, don’t strain yourself.”

Novastrike gave a vigorous nod in response. These were all reasonable and easy enough to follow.

With a shuffle on his bad pede and one good pede, Guard moved forward with his cane gradually.

“I have a request,” the old mech spoke up gently.

Nova’s audio receptors twitched forward curiously. “Yes, sir?”

“As you may well know, with Blackout out of commission for the time being, I’ve had to step up on my duties once more as a commanding officer,” Guard reminded her. “Under normal circumstance, this wouldn’t be a problem. However our medic has encouraged that I rest frequently.”

“Although Neutroboost,” he spun the mech’s name with a surprising amount of irritation, “has been willing to help, there’s still a need for more capable servos. Since we’re running shifts both on the Rising Star here as well as the Revenge II, we need more help. We lost a lot of great mechs and femmes; some of which were trusted advisers and sentries.”

As the old mech paused for a moment, Novastrike’s optics widened a small fraction. The various shades of blue grew brighter and more intense.

“I was hoping that you might be willing to be a temporary officer for the time being,” Guard asked gently. “We’ll see how it goes; I’ve already gotten positive response from my team. You’ll be helping issue orders throughout the ship and will be transported over to the Revenge II from time to time to keep the transaction between those guarding the prisoners and those working over there safe. I simply can not make the journey all day all the time. It takes more mechs to help me over there than it would you, and although the anti-gravity does not ill harm to me, the transport and landing can be a bit tedious...”

“What just a nanoklik,” Nova blurt in, “You’re just- asking me if I’d be willing to be a stand-in commanding officer?”

Guard passed a look to the medic. She gave a quiet giggle, hiding her face with a servo as she turned away.

Turning his face back towards Nova, his smile only grew as he gave a nod. “Yes, essentially. The help would be immense but I understand if-”

“I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure?” Guard inquired anxiously, his grin faltering. “It’s a big responsibility Nova, I understand if you want to continue recuperating or spending time with Blackout. Maybe you’d like some time to think about it.”

“If I’m healthy as the medic states, I’ll do it,” Nova stated with a determined nod of her helm and gleaming fierce optics. “Blackout would be more than understanding. If I can help in any way, I want to.”

“That means a lot to me Novastrike, thank you,” the elder mech spoke humbly, inclining his helm. “I think it will be a good experience for you.”

A blooming light emitted from Novastrike’s ears as the most respected bot on the ship bowed slightly to her. But what caught her attention more than anything was the remark on how this would be a good experience for. Surely all her other efforts on the ship had been good experiences. Was there something in particular he was trying to hint at?

“I’ll be sending you a thorough breakdown on the particular aid I’ll be requesting for you and when you have time, just let me know what you’re comfortable with,” Guard suggested calmly. “As I said, having more bots to mediate in the Revenge II would be enormously helpful above all else. The prisoners can be a bit... loud and difficult to handle for some, so it takes a stern voice sometimes to keep bots in order. At the moment we have some of our crew dissecting their ship for replacement parts for the Rising Star and gutting it out of its cargo.”

The small femme offered a curt nod in response. “I’ll do my best to represent you and do you proud, sir.”

Guard’s shimmering optics seemed to flash brighter. “I know you will, Novastrike. I have full faith in you.”

She beamed with absolute joy.

“And it’s Guard,” he reminded her as his smile turned less endearing and more cheeky.

“Yes, Guard, of course,” she stated with a wide grin.

Reaching over, the medic gently placed a servo against Guard’s arm. “Alright Guard, let’s have a look at your leg before I get started with some of my patients this morning.”

“Yes ma’am,” the old mech swiftly agreed. Even he seemed quick to agree to whatever the femme stated. Medic’s seemed to be the true leaders of the faction and factionless from Nova’s standpoint.

Turning his optics back to Nova, he raised his free servo towards her in a small gesture of farewell. “I’ll be sending those files soon, dear one, enjoy the rest of your morning.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it, sir,” Novastrike said with a dip of her helm, slowly backing out of the room.

As the door closed in front of her, Nova turned and bounded for the room stationed with some of those still yet left to be taken care of and released from the medic’s care. The entryway opened with a systematic hum in front of her as she dashed in and raced by bots that were lounging around the room. At just a glance, it was easy to see that some had vacated the room. Probably released just as Novastrike; others likely decided on going to rooms nearby instead where it was less crowded at the time.

Hurdling over a bot in her way, Novastrike took the last steps and jumped on top of the berth Blackout was sitting on.

The dark armored mech’s optics were widened slightly. He made a quiet noise in the back of his throat and made a motion for her to look behind herself.

Tilting her helm to the side, Nova looked back to see all the optics turned her way. She turned a slightly self-conscious smile back towards her escort, shrugging slightly.

“I’m always delighted to see you too, Novastrike,” Blackout murmured with soft amusement, “I mean, who in their right mind wouldn’t you’re beautiful, irresistible, talented, skilled, captivating, brilliant, passionate, kind, dignified-”

“Does that list end?” Nova teased, stepping closer with a sly smile.

A grin flashed across Blackout’s faceplate. “I don’t believe it does,” he mused thoughtfully.

Damn, he was unbearably intoxicating and so hard to not be drawn towards. There couldn’t be a more kindsparked mech out there. Bots feared this mech; compared him to Unicron, claimed him a Pit-Spawned monster yet he looked and her touched her and spoke of her with such gentle reverence, such adoration so much passion and fondness...

Moving closer, Novastrike dropped to her knees in front of Blackout. Her tail swished back and forth lightly before settling, laying slightly across his pede.

“I’m always happy to see you too, handsome devil,” she teased, reaching out to caress his hip.

Shifting his optics around briefly to see if anybot was paying too much attention, Blackout settled his gaze back upon Nova and quirked a slight smile. “I’m glad to hear that, dear, but there’s no need for idol worship.”

“Oh shut up,” she hissed playfully, whacking his leg with her tail. “I just like being on my knees.”

Blackout choked softly.

“You filthy mech,” she hissed quietly.

“Your wording could be better, darling.”

“Your mind could be cleaner.”

“Touche.”

“I did come baring good news, but since you’re already preoccupied,” Nova whispered quietly, “but if you’re too distracted...”

Raising an optic ridge, Blackout leaned forward slightly. “I do like good news, especially if it makes you so happy...”

“Oh hush, I’m easily made happy just being in your presence,” the little femme proclaimed.

“Mmm, I think I can accomplish that,” the former Decepticon Hound volunteered with a light smile.

“A tempting proposition,” Novastrike admitted, “and one I hope reigns true. However, the good news I bring is that I am officially released, per orders of the medic herself.”

“Ooh, congratulations my dear,” the mech announced with a flash in his optics.

“Yeah,” the white-armored femme murmured, patting his side. “So you’re going to hurry up and heal and get better, or that big room’s going to get awfully lonely real fast.”

“You’re leaving me for the captain’s quarters?” Blackout asked with a fake look of hurt.

“Well as temporary acting commanding officer...”

“Temporary commanding officer?”

Drawing her arms close, Novastrike offered a nervous sway of her shoulders up and down. “Yeah, you know, like a commander but temporarily.”

“That’s... great! Fantastic, really. When did you find out about this? What will you be doing?”

“Guard just told me a few nanokliks ago when I was with the medic,” Nova verified. “Well, he asked me, and I said I’d be happy to help out. He sounded kinda suspicious though, you don’t think he’s testing me for a permanent position do you?”

“I don’t know, it’s always possible,” the big mech stated with a sage nod.

“As for what I’ll be doing, he said he’d send me some information via a private file on my datapad. Instructions, requests, see what I thought about some things before I agreed to it all.”

Continuing to nod his helm, Blackout flashed a grin down to Novastrike as he commented, “I don’t know, Nova, but that does sound pretty promising. Even if it’s temporary, the fact Guard would come to you asking for help shows how much trust and belief he has in you.”

“Yeah, I guess it does,” Nova agreed with a faint rush of light that glowed from her ears and slowly dispersed.

Reaching down, the mech once mistaken for a Satanic being placed a servo over Novastrike. She gave a squeak of surprise, peering her optics out as his digits rubbed along her backside.

“You pamper me,” she accused.

“Mmm, perhaps you deserve pampering.”

Nova stuck out her glossia.

A quiet snicker escaped Blackout, trailing along her backstrut so that she trembled all over. Right along her weak spot; barely grazing the sturdy rough texture of his armor against her.

“I should probably get going,” she gasped quietly. “See about that datapad. You know, before you distract me so thoroughly I forget about it.”

“I can’t help if I’m distracting,” the giant mech offered.

Offering a suggestive wink, Novastrike bowed low and rolled to the side to get out from beneath his servo. She looked up to Blackout’s face as she did sat up once more.

“I know you can’t,” she mouthed. “You always look that good.”

Giving a snort of disbelief, the mech gave a shake of his helm. Nova quietly pressed her pedes to the berth as he was distracted, moving to stand up and brush along her armor as it readjusted slightly against her body and protoform.

“Get better,” she urged, wagging a digit at him. “I mean it.”

“Well I’m going to hope I do,” Blackout reported with a brisk nod. “It’d be monstrous of me not to, you’d be missing your happiness,” added with a tone of self-mockery.

“You know it,” she agreed firmly, stepping over to where his servo was still on the berth and pressing a kiss against the back of servo. “Take care of yourself.”

“I will, darling.”

Geez, it tore at her fragile little spark to hear such an impenetrable voice of depth and darkness call her darling so softly.

Waving her digits in a small sign of farewell, she stepped backwards and off the side of the berth to the floor.

Was it cliché to glance over one’s shoulder half a million times just leaving a room? Maybe a little, but it made Blackout roll his optics and grin every time she did it.

Whatever was she going to do about the way he made her spark pound in her chassis, or the flipping and flopping it did at just the thought of him? She was a smitten kitten without knowing how or even if she should possibly express it to him. What if he didn’t reacquaint her feelings? What if this was just temporary to him; just a passing fling, a curious endeavor? She didn’t want to make it weird between them, and a small part of herself was terrified at the very idea of the sparkbreak that may be to come.

She had to set it outside of her helm or she wasn’t going to get anything done for today. Not for Guard, not for herself, not for the good of the ship.

As she walked down the hall, she gave herself a physical shake as though that would rattle away her thoughts. Her ears flattened against her helm as she placed her servos against the side of her face. Get it together femme.

Her audios swiveled forward of their own accord as a door a few meters in front of the little femme opened.

Neutroboost stepped out.

Avoiding the urge to grimace, Novastrike lifted her chin and inclined her helm slightly towards the other mech as she continued her steady pace forward.

“Good morning, commander.”

“What’s it to you if it is, or isn’t?” the mech grumbled.

“I hope it’s a good day then, commander,” the young femme offered in a voice that had a touch of a bite to it.

“Heh. I bet you do.”

The mech turned his gaze down to her. She couldn’t determine if there was any pity left inside of her for him. At this point the threats, the attitude, the thankless behavior, the way he treated others and didn’t act on behalf of the ship... He just didn’t seem worthy of respect and remorse for him dwindled day by day.

He met her gaze with an icy one of his own. Sneering slightly, he managed to grumble out in a venomous tone, “Excuse me femme, I have actual work to do over on Revenge II.”

Drawing her optic ridges together, Nova stepped aside and made a motion with her servos. “Then by means, sir, please pass. I’d hate to slow you down.”

“You could mind your manners a bit, femme,” he warned.

“And you could mind yours, speaking to a fellow commander like-”

“You’re a stand in commander only,” Neutroboost broke in swiftly. “Nothing more. Don’t let it get to your helm. You’ll be out of business very soon.”

Frustrated, Novastrike balled her servos up at her side stiffly. “How can you speak to me like that? Threaten me, after what I’ve done for you.”

“Let it go, Novastrike,” the mech muttered as he stalked by. “You aren’t getting anywhere around here.”

Craning her helm around to watch the mech’s backside, Novastrike bit down on her glossia firmly but just shy enough of breaking the metal with her derma. She’d show him.

#quid pro quo au #OTP AU #OTP Lit #Cute OTP

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