#Codron x Reader

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Shadows and Regrets

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Hello, if you are reading this then you are also a big fan of codron and cannot get enough of him and the fact that there are no fanfics is a crime against humanity.

This is my attempt at writing a fanfic for codron and I really hope you enjoy!!

Enjoy!

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The world outside the infirmary was unnervingly quiet, save for the distant crackle of a fire somewhere in the camp. Codron sat hunched in a corner of the dimly lit room, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands locked together in front of his mouth. His piercing blue eyes never left you, lying motionless on the cot, a faint sheen of sweat on your forehead as you hovered in uneasy sleep.

The blood had stopped, but the image of you clutching your side, collapsing against him as the shots rang out, was burned into his mind. He should have seen them—should have stopped it before it happened. The bad people were gone now, their bodies left to rot where they fell, but that was no consolation.

“You should’ve been faster,” he muttered under his breath, his jaw clenching. “Should’ve seen the signs.”

He leaned back against the wall, the rough texture biting into his skin through his shirt. His fingers fidgeted with the edge of a bandage on his wrist—one of many he’d earned during the ambush. But the pain didn’t matter. Nothing did, except for the slow, steady rise and fall of your chest as you fought to heal.

The first thing you felt when you woke was the sharp, persistent throb in your side. It wasn’t unbearable, but it was enough to drag you back to consciousness. Your eyes fluttered open, the dim light of the infirmary blinding for a moment before your vision adjusted.

The second thing you noticed was Codron.

He was sitting in the corner, his head snapping up the instant you stirred. His face was pale and drawn, shadows under his eyes betraying just how little sleep he’d had.

“Hey,” you rasped, your voice barely audible. You tried to sit up, but a stabbing pain made you wince and collapse back onto the cot.

“Don’t,” Codron said sharply, his voice rough. He was on his feet in an instant, closing the distance between you in a few long strides. “You’ll rip your stitches.”

You gave him a weak smile. “Nice to see you, too.”

But Codron didn’t smile back. His jaw was set, his eyes scanning your face as if he couldn’t quite believe you were awake.

“You shouldn’t have been out there,” he said after a moment, his tone low and tense.

You frowned. “What are you talking about? We needed food, Codron. It was the right call.”

“The right call?” he echoed, his voice rising slightly. “You got shot.”

“And we’re still alive,” you countered, your tone gentle but firm. “That’s what matters.”

Codron shook his head, stepping back as if your words were physically pushing him away. “I should’ve seen them. Should’ve stopped them before they got a shot off. This is on me.”

“Codron—” “Don’t,” he cut you off, his voice laced with self-loathing.

“Don’t try to make it better. You almost died out there because I wasn’t paying attention.”

You watched him for a moment, his posture rigid and his fists clenched at his sides. He looked like a man on the edge of breaking, and your heart ached at the sight.

“Come here,” you said softly, patting the edge of the cot.

Codron hesitated, his eyes flicking between you and the door as if he was considering bolting. But after a moment, he moved closer, sinking onto the stool beside you with a heavy sigh.

“It wasn’t your fault,” you said gently, reaching out to rest a hand on his arm. “You couldn’t have known they were there.”

He flinched under your touch, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I should’ve known. I’m supposed to protect you.”

“You did protect me,” you insisted. “You got me out of there alive. If it weren’t for you, I’d be dead.”

He shook his head, his jaw tightening. “That’s not good enough.”

You sighed, your thumb brushing lightly against his forearm. “Codron, you’re not a machine. You’re human. And humans make mistakes. What matters is that we’re both here, now.”

For a long moment, he didn’t respond. But then his hand covered yours, his grip firm but not harsh.

“I can’t lose you,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You won’t,” you promised, squeezing his hand gently. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

Codron finally looked up at you, his expression softening just enough for you to see the vulnerability beneath. He still looked tense, still carried the weight of his guilt, but for the first time, you thought he might let himself forgive.

“We’ll get through this,” you said, offering him a small, reassuring smile. “Together.”

Codron nodded, his grip on your hand tightening slightly as he finally let out a breath he’d been holding.

“Together,” he agreed, his voice steadier now. And for the first time since the ambush, you felt like everything might be alright.

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In Genet's Favor [Codron x Reader Chapter 1!!!]

Idk man, there is literally ONE CodronxReader out there and I need more, so I will provide more!!! I haven't written fanfic in a LONG time. I also have no clue where to post this to so... enjoy, Tumblr. I will do my best to keep the reader gender neutral btw!!

Word count: 1,387

You are an America to France survivor. How you got here will be revealed, eventually. Your loyalty lies with Marion Genet. You are a mere civilian at Maison Mere. You aren’t Guerrier, but are skilled in close combat and close-range weapons. This, fortunately, lands you the duty of being in charge of Melee Inventory. Since your arrival, Genet has taken a liking to you. Almost favoring you?.. At least, that’s what it seems, most days. 

The sterile chill of Genet’s office was stifling, but you kept your focus on her words. She had been unusually forthcoming today, reminiscing about her life before the outbreak, sharing passed stories about work, ambitions, and love with you. It was rare to see her so relaxed, and you found yourself caught between fascination and unease. Genet rarely shared anything without an ulterior motive, and you had seen the way she was with others, on the occasion that she would share something personal. There was always a lesson behind it, followed by an undoable action of punishment. However, she was never like that with you. This seemed... genuine, as if she was speaking to you as a peer; a friend. Even still, you always kept your guard up; who knew when her favoritism towards you would run out. 

The sharp knock at the door pauses the conversation, Genet’s eyes staying on yours, a sly smirk spreading across her face. Without a response, two Guerrier walk in, followed by- him. You had seen this man, in passing, shortly before meeting with Genet. His features were sharp and he walked with such an unrelenting presence, making him difficult to ignore. Up close, he was even more striking; his scarred face carried a weight that seemed to fill the room, his cold eyes briefly flicking to you before settling on Genet.  

“Leave us,” Genet gestured to the two Guerrier, her tone shifting to the crisp authority she wielded so effortlessly. With the door shutting behind them, Genet’s attention shifted to the man left behind with us. “So. Who are you, and what brings you here?” 

He snaps his head in her direction, leaving no room for unnecessary silence. “My name is Stephane Codron. I am from Maseille. A few years ago, a traveler came through and spoke of a movement in Paris. He said it would make the world right again. He gave me this tattoo, and told me I was now a warrior. For Genet. For you.” He paused, his gaze floating towards you, if only for a small moment. You felt your brows furrow together, eyes quickly turning to Genet. Was your face feeling warm? 

“Hmm... Should I thank you?” Genet raises a brow at Codron, clearly unimpressed with him seeking her out. 

“You can thank me later,” he cuts Genet off, full attention back on her, “for getting you what you want.” 

You couldn’t stop your gaze from lingering on him. There was something magnetic about the way he held himself, every movement measured, every glance, deliberate. When his eyes met yours again- just for a second- it felt like a jolt.  

“Ah yes. They told me..” Genet’s thoughts fell off. She had noticed. Her sharp eyes flickered between you and Codron, a hint of amusement curling at the corners of her lips. She leaned back in her chair, her expression turning almost sinister. “You know,” she said, her voice laced with something you couldn’t quite place. “We were just talking about life before all of this. Perhaps you’d like to join the conversation, Codron?” 

He stiffened slightly, the line of his jaw tightening. “I doubt it’s relevant,” he replied, his voice sounding so gruff and uninterested. 

“Ah, so focused and serious,” Genet said with a dismissive wave of her hand. But her gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, as if filing the interaction away for later. She nodded her head in your direction, “You may leave us now. I unfortunately must discuss business with our new friend, Codron, here. Don’t go far, however. I will need you back, shortly.” 

You lower your eyes, slowly nodding, and taking your leave. As you exit the room, his eyes catch yours, once more. This time, there was something there- a moment of curiosity, perhaps, or a subtle acknowledgment of the way you had been looking at him. You weren’t sure, but your heart was beating just a little faster as the door clicked behind you. You truly couldn’t help but admire his presence, even as your mind raced with questions about him. What kind of man had he been before all of this? And why, despite the danger that seemed to radiate from him, did you feel so drawn in?  

Thoughts of Codron filled your mind as you made your way down the hall, careful not to wander too far. You didn’t want to wait directly outside of Genet’s office, in fear of it seeming as if you’d been eavesdropping, yet you didn’t want to miss Codron leaving. The thought of catching his eye again sent a lump of excitement to your throat. Suddenly, you were...smiling? Seriously? Over this man that you had met for a mere few minutes? Are your hands sweating, too? No way. Absolutely not. You find yourself speaking out loud, as if having a conversation with another person. You are so lost in your thoughts that you don’t even notice Codron coming out of Genet’s office, and staring right at you, seeing you mumbling to yourself. His eyes widen, your eyes catching his and mirroring his expression. Red. Warmth. Your face. The absolute embarrassment that you feel shoot through you is immeasurable. 

Thankfully, Genet calls for you to come back to her, pulling you from Codron’s concerned stare. You awkwardly nod and slide passed him, making your way into the door, quickly shutting it behind you. The air in the room felt charged. You stare at the spot where Codron had stood just moments ago, as you try masking the heat that was creeping up your neck. 

“Interesting,” Genet said, her voice cutting through the silence. 

You turned back to her, your composure slipping. “What is?” 

Her smile was faint, almost imperceptible, but it was there- a knowing curve of her lips. “You,” she said, folding her hands, neatly on the desk, “You’ve never been one for distractions. Always so quiet, so composed. And yet...” 

Your stomach tightened, but you forced yourself to meet her hard stare. “And yet?” 

Genet leaned forward, her sharp eyes locking onto yours. “You couldn’t stop looking at him.” 

Heat flooded your face, but you kept your expression neutral, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a reaction. “He’s... intimidating. Hard not to notice...” 

“Intimidating,” Genet repeated, drawing out the word as if tasting it. “That’s one way to put it. Codron has a... presence, doesn’t he? A dangerous man, but loyal. For now.” 

Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication. You knew better than to challenge her or press for details, so you remained silent. 

Genet tilted her head, studying you like a puzzle she was piecing together. “You know,” she started, her tone almost controversial, “men like Codron are rarely what they seem. The scars, the bravado- they're shields, meant to keep people at bay. But I wonder...” 

You stiffened, her scrutiny making your pulse quicken. 

“I wonder if you're the kind of person who likes to see what’s behind the shield,” she finished, her smile turning sharp. 

You forced a steady breath, unsure of how to respond. “I’m not sure what you mean.” 

Genet laughed softly, the sound both amused and dangerous. “Of course you don’t. Just... be careful, my dear. Codron might catch your eye, but don’t forget whose favor keeps you safe.” 

Her words were a warning, but the undertone was clear- she'd noticed your interest, and she wasn’t above using it to her advantage. This was it. Your first lesson. You had finally been threatened by Genet. 

You nodded, keeping your expression calm, even as unease coiled into your chest. “I understand.” 

Genet smiled again, satisfied. “Good. Now, where were we?” 

The conversation shifted back to pre-apocalypse memories, but your thoughts lingered on Codron. Genet’s words echoed in your mind, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d just stepped onto very, very, dangerous ground. 

Chapter 2

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I'll See You Again, I'm Sure [Codron x Reader Ch. 3]

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The storeroom was quiet, the dim overhead light flickering as you sifted through the supplies. Genet had sent you here under the pretense of inventory, though her instructions had been... oddly specific, on top of this not being your usual responsibility. 

“Check the storeroom near the east wing,” she’d said, “there’s been some confusion about our stock levels. It’ll only take a moment.” 

You’d obeyed, of course, grabbing a clipboard and heading to the far side of the compound. The storeroom was secluded, its silence broken only by the occasional hum of the generator outside. As you scribbled notes about canned goods and spare parts, the door creaked open behind you. Instinctively, your hand went to the knife at your side. 

“Relax,” came Codron’s voice, rough and unmistakable. You turned, your pulse quickening as he stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him. 

“Codron,” you said, your voice steadier than you felt. “What are you doing here?” 

He raised an eyebrow, holding up a small toolkit. “Genet sent me to check the generator. Thought I’d grab some spare parts while I’m at it.” Your stomach twisted. Of course she had. 

“I guess we both got sent here, then,” you forced a casual tone as you returned your attention back to the clipboard. Codron didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he crossed the room with that deliberate grace of his, pausing by one of the shelves to rummage through its contents. You tried not to watch him, but his presence filled the space, making it impossible to focus. You found your eyes drifting to the silhouette of his face, studying the tattoo etched into his skin- the way it wrapped around and moved with his prominent features. 

“She’s testing you,” he said suddenly, his tone neutral. 

Your eyes snap back to your clipboard, Codron’s comment catching you completely off guard. “What?” 

“Genet,” he said, eyes now on you. “She’s seeing how far you’ll go for her.” 

You frowned, unsure how to respond. “Why do you say that?” 

Codron let out a half smirk, though there was no humor in it. “Because she’s setting these little scenarios up on purpose. You don’t really think this is all coincidental, do you? She’s pushing buttons, seeing what you’ll do. Sending us both out to complete irrelevant tasks? This isn’t your job, and it sure as hell isn’t mine.” 

Your chest tightened. Was he already onto her game- or worse, had he already figured you out? “And what about you?” you asked, trying to shift the focus. “Is she testing you?”  

His expression hardened; his jaw visibly clenching. “I’m not her pet project,” his voice cold, “I’m aware that she doesn’t trust me, entirely. But that doesn’t change the fact that she’s keeping me distracted from my purpose of even coming to Maison Mere.” 

His goal?.. You so desperately wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but you couldn’t get the thought of Codron discovering your feelings towards him out of your head. The silence that followed was heavy, the tension between you two was almost suffocating. You wanted to ask how much he really knew. But before you could say anything else, Codron grabbed a wrench from the shelf and turned towards the door. 

“Good luck,” he said over his shoulder, his tone carrying a hint of warning. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again.” Then he was gone, leaving you alone in the dim, flickering light. 

A few days later, you find yourself in the armory. This time, you were actually there to do your assigned job; counting inventory, blade sharpening and cleaning, making any adjustments where they were needed. The room was quiet and peaceful. You enjoyed being in here alone- no Guerrier walking around or in your business, no tense interactions with Genet or other occupants of the compound- just you, the weapons, and your thoughts of the old world. Your fingers began to trace along one of the blades that you’ve been inspecting, as your mind drifts off to memories of before your time in France. But just as your thoughts start to form, you hear the sound of heavy boots on the concrete ground of the armory. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was. 

“Working hard, I see,” Codron said, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm, as he stopped a few feet away from where you stood. You glanced up at him, unable to stop the small smile tugging at your lips. 

“Something like that. What brings you here?” 

He shrugged. His body language was less guarded than usual today. “Genet said someone might need help.” 

You raised an eyebrow. “And she sent you?” 

“Apparently,” he said, now casually leaning against the wall. “Though I am thinking she was wasting my time with this one.” 

You rolled your eyes and turned back to the knife you’ve been fiddling with. “If it’s such a waste of time, you don’t have to stay.” 

You were shocked to hear the sound of a chuckle come from Codron. He shook his head, hiding what seemed like a smile, “Were you always this snippy? Or is it just an American thing?” 

That caught you off guard. Is he... joking with you right now? You decided to test the waters- straightening yourself out and meeting his gaze. “I don’t know. Are you always this smug, or is it just a French thing?” 

For a moment, you could see another smile starting on his face, but it quickly faded. Instead, he stepped closer, his eyes dropping to the blade in your hand. “You’re holding it wrong,” he said, reaching out. Before you could respond, his hand brushed yours, adjusting your grip on the knife. His touch was brief, but it sent a jolt through you all the same.  

“Better,” he said, stepping back as if nothing had happened. 

You stared at your hand, where Codron’s just was, your heart racing. “T-thanks, I guess.. B-but I know how to hold a blade.” You tried your best to shove your embarrassment down, stuttering over your words. 

Codron crossed his arms, watching you now with that unreadable expression that he wears so well. “You’re an odd one.” 

You frowned, unsure of how to take that. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“It means you don’t fit,” he said simply. “Not with Genet. Not with this place. As I’ve said before, you really aren’t like the others here.” 

His words stung, but there was no malice in them- just an observation. “And what about you?” you countered, trying to hide your discomfort. “Do you fit?” 

Codron’s face shifted a bit, his gaze hardening. For a moment, you thought he wouldn’t answer. 

“I fit where I need to,” he finally said, his tone cold. The weight of his words hung between you, followed by another heavy silence. You seem to share a lot of these between each other. Your brain scrambled for a proper response to his statement, but once again, he turned and headed to leave. Just before reaching the door, he looked to you over his shoulder. “I’ll be gone for a few days,” your eyes widened with a touch of worry at his words, but before you could say anything, he continued, “But I hope to see you, again.” 

Your face softened with a smile, the butterflies finally being set free in your stomach, watching as he left the room. “You too, Codron.” 

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Coincidence? [Codron x Reader Ch. 2]

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You’d grown used to keeping your head down in the compound, your quiet demeanor letting you blend into the background, allowing you to go undisturbed, if you so wished. But lately, it felt like every corner you turned, Codron was there. It started with small moments- a passing glance in the courtyard, a shared silence while Genet gave lectures, a distant acknowledgement in the mess hall tent. Then, without explanation, Genet started pairing you with him on tasks; counting inventory, weapon cleanings, reorganization. Tasks that Guerrier would normally never get assigned. The sudden transition wasn’t subtle, not by a long shot, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was all deliberate. Today was no different. 

“Come in,” Genet called when you knocked on her office door. Inside, Codron stood with his arms crossed and his usual stony expression in place. His cold eyes shifted to you briefly, unreadable as always, before returning to Genet. “Perfect,” she said, gesturing for you to join them. “I have a task for the two of you.” 

You hesitated, but stepped inside, taking a spot near the edge of the room. Codron didn’t move, his imposing figure a quiet reminder of the danger he carried with him. 

“Supplies,” Genet continued, her tone brisk. “We have a drop point to secure. It’s quite important, so I’m sending my best.” 

You blinked. Her best? You were skilled, yes, but it was clear who she truly meant. Codron, with his brutal efficiency, was her enforcer. You were just... an observer, quietly navigating the chaos. 

Codron didn’t react, but you could see the muscles in his jaw tighten. He wasn’t thrilled about being paired with you- his silence said as much. Who’s to say he was wrong? This was Guerrier work, something that you’ve never been tasked with. Hell, he’s never even seen you use a weapon. As far as he knew, this would be a baby-sitting assignment.  

“Don’t disappoint me,” Genet added, her sharp gaze settling on you. 

You nodded, swallowing hard. “I won’t.” 

She smiled faintly, satisfied. “Good. Now go.” 

The journey to the drop point was tense. Codron moved quickly, silent, and purposeful, and you found yourself struggling to keep up. With every step he moved forward, you were five steps behind, huffing and panting, out of breath. You weren’t necessarily used to this much activity. Counting inventory isn’t exactly the same as trekking the terrain of France. When was the last time you actually stepped foot outside of Maison Mere? What reason did you have before this? At some point, Codron must have realized you were falling behind, slowing his pace down. You weren’t sure if this was any better, because now, you were within conversation distance, yet the air was only filled by a heavy silence. 

“You’re quiet,” he said suddenly, his gruff voice breaking through the tension. 

You glanced at him, unsure if it was a question or an observation. “So are you,” you replied cautiously. 

He smirked faintly, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I suppose so. Difference is, I know my reasoning.” 

The words seemed to have struck a nerve within you. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” 

Codron stopped, turning to face you fully. For a moment, his intense stare pinned you in place. “It means you don’t belong out here,” he said bluntly. “You’re not like the others. Look at you, hardly able to keep up. Would you even be able to defend yourself if we were attacked?” 

You paused at his words, completely taken a back by his sheer bluntness. "I don’t know why Genet sent me out here with you, when it could have been anybody else,” you could feel the heat in your face rising. “I haven’t even stepped foot outside of Maison Mere since arriving here. I truly do not know why you got stuck with me. Maybe I’m quieter than most, but I can promise you, that doesn’t mean I can’t hold my own. I’d hate to make you feel as though you’re baby-sitting.” 

Codron studied you, his expression that stone cold, unreadable look. You were starting to hate the way he looked at you. Then, to your surprise, he reached out, lifting your chin up between his index finger and thumb. His icy eyes bore deep into you. And then, he nodded. “We’ll see.” 

Your face flushed at his touch. Your mouth was oddly dry, unable to find any words to combat his sudden change of character. Codron’s hand dropped down, as he turned to continue your journey to the drop point. He couldn’t help but let out a small, almost inaudible laugh, as he led the way- he absolutely had taken note of your reaction to him, and he was not about to let that go. 

By the time you returned to Maison Mere, you were exhausted. Yet, relieved. The drop had gone smoothly, and Codron hadn’t said much after that brief, mildly tense, exchange. Not to mention, you had survived your first outing since joining the compound.  

When you walked into Genet’s office to report back, she looked more amused than anything else.“Well?’ she asked, her sharp eyes flicking between the two of you. “How did it go?” 

“Fine,” Codron said shortly. You nodded in agreement, not trusting yourself to speak under her scrutinizing gaze. Things haven’t felt the same with Genet since she threatened you, so finding the right words to exchange with her seem more and more difficult to do. 

“Good,” Genet said, leaning back in her chair. “You’re dismissed.” As you turned to leave, she called your name, stopping you in your tracks. “Stay for a moment,” she added. Codron glanced at you but didn’t question it, leaving the room without another word. 

Once the door closed, Genet smiled. “He’s starting to notice you, isn’t he?” 

Your heart skipped a beat. “I don’t know what you mean. That’s hardly what happened out there.” 

“Oh, don’t play coy,” she said, her tone laced with amusement. “You wanted this, didn’t you? To be near him. To see how he ticks. Well, I’ve given you what you want.” 

You frowned, unease creeping in. “Why?” 

Genet’s smile turned sharp. “Because now you owe me. And one day, when I ask, you’ll return the favor.” 

Her words sent a chill down your spine. Whatever she wanted, you knew it wouldn’t come without a price. 

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