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How it feels to be me right now as I'm listening to Soft Cell like my life depends on it:

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Ramdom Spy headcanons? Like in terms of romance since he's like a classy gentleman, and looks like he knows how to treat a woman 🤭🩷

Spy ; Romantic Headcanons

author's note: a true gentleman, that's for sure. thanks for the request. hope these are okay

warnings: none | pronouns: neutral

If there was an award for the most romantic mercenary, Spy takes the cake. His ability to romance and charm a lady so smoothly is truly quite a sight to behold.

Spy is fanciful in his gestures, making everything extravagant. His gifts, his ideas for perfect dates, even his kisses. He's a true romantic and will most certainly romanticise every aspect he can.

He treats his S/O like royalty. They've seen a beautiful accessory in a store window? It'll be on their dresser in a delicately wrapped gift box a day or so later. A new posh restaurant has opened in town and his partner really wants to try it. Spy will treat them to an evening out together later that week. Needless to say, he will do whatever he must to show how attentive he is of them.

But Spy isn't just about buying things to see his S/O smile. In fact he's quite affectionate behind closed doors. With Spy they'll feel like they're living in a romance novel. With kisses to the back of their hand, that'll trail up their arm. Passionate kisses on the lips and tender caresses as he holds them close, or even slow dancing with them in his smoking room. Needless to say, Spy is a passionate man.

While Spy values his S/O so highly, he doesn't expect anything in return. Little things like the smile he's met with when he surprises them with a bouquet of flowers is enough. However, he is always surprised when his S/O gives him the same treatment, especially if they're not as romantic as him. He shows his gratitude but insists that they don't need to be so extravagant for him. Little does his partner know that his heart fluttered at the gesture.

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Alright. After hearing one specific Sniper voiceline, I HAVE a REQUEST.. *Drum roll* fem S/O who like.. has a thing for his voice. 👀‼️

Sniper ; S/O Who's Fond Of His Voice

author's note: please anon, tell me which voiceline.. it's for uhhhh.. research purposes.. 👀

warnings: suggestive | pronouns: fem

Sniper didn't think anything of the way his S/O was eyeing him attentively with a slightly flustered complexion when he was telling a little story. Merely thinking that they were caught up in the story itself. That was until he stopped talking and he noticed how she shifted awkwardly where she sat and averted her gaze sheepishly.

He pointed out with a laugh that her face was flushed red, and asked if everything was alright. However, Sniper did not expect to be taken aback by her awkward confession of "I just... really like the sound of your voice."

Sniper sat back, almost stunned for a moment before he asked, "You like my voice, Sheila?". And when his S/O sheepishly confessed that they're fond of that gravelly, husky essence he has on his words, he nodded subtly, to himself mostly, as he took in this new information.

For how ever long he's known his S/O, Sniper did not expect to hear that she had a particular fondness for his voice. Part of him wanted to question her on it then and there, but he's not the mischievous sort to use it against her.

However! He soon comes to do such thing. There becomes instances when he has beckoned her to him with his husky voice, and he's noticed just how she trembles when he speaks in such a way, usually leading to something more intimate.

Sniper doesn't always toy with his S/O in such a way, but watching her face flush red when he merely says her name, does give him a laugh. He won't fluster his S/O in front of others though.

He takes it as a compliment and it encourages Sniper to talk more so when they're together, even if they're just chatting or rambling to each other about absolute nonsense.

During times of intimacy, with his voice alone Sniper can have his S/O's knees trembling. As well as his gentle touches, Sniper's husky voice creates to much friction in the lusty atmosphere. He entices them to answer him when he asks them what they want in such a gravelly voice and chuckles when they can't even mutter a comprehensible answer.

Needless to say, it's endearing to know that his S/O loves his voice, and will gladly talk for hours if it means he has her beady eyes staring at him so cutely, but he will admit that he really does love using it against her in other ways.

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Support team with a short s/o? (5'1-5'2) Cause let's be for real those guys are HUGE. Probably like gently manhandling their lover n stuff (｡•́︿•̀｡)

Support Class ; Short S/O

author's note: these guys are certified giants haha. i didn't want to run too deep with man-handling and such just to keep it safe for all audiences for now. thanks for the request.

warnings: none | pronouns: neutral

Medic

He's such a tease about the height difference. Sometimes Medic will softly pat the top of his S/O's head when they stand by him, and he chuckles if they pout at him for it. But he secretly finds it so adorable that they look so tiny compared to him. Medic can (and will) lift his S/O off their feet with ease, and lightly pokes fun at them when he brings them to his eye level. He's not silly all the time about it, but it's just the contrast between you both that makes him smile. However, Medic will defend his S/O to no end if anyone else makes fun of their height, and he's always the first to help you reach something on a higher shelf, if need be. He uses a lot of nicknames with "little", usually in his native tongue. Medic once called them "little dove" and it's been his favourite ever since.

Sniper

He generally thought nothing off the height difference when he first met them, until they stood next to him and he noticed how adorably cute they were next to his giant self. Sniper has to hide his face away behind his hat sometimes because he's smiling so much at how they're pouting at his playful teasing. He finds it adorable how his S/O will sometimes stand on their tip-toes to kiss him and always hugs their waist when they do. He teases more than anyone else by holding things out of reach, or purposely putting things on higher shelves. But when his S/O whines and pouts he'll give in. Sniper has a habit of placing his hat on their head, or ruffling their hair at random times. He might be fairly slim and lanky, but he has strength and will lift his S/O up to kiss them.

Spy

He's generally the sort to not to mention nor tease about the latter of their height at first, but secretly, it's adorable to see them standing beside him, and more often than not he has to contain the smile tugging at his lips. But behind closed doors, his S/O may even call him an ass for the way he teases. They'll typically find things of theirs out of reach on higher shelves, but it's only lighthearted, and Spy won't prolong reaching things for them. He uses loving nicknames for them, much like Medic, often using the term "little", but never in front of anyone. But Spy is very quick to pipe up in annoyance if anyone is to mock his S/O for their height. He often puts his arm around their waist and doesn't mention anything about needing to lean down to kiss them.

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Requests are open for TF2!!

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The Mundane and the Magic

༻ a codz x reader story ༺

➶ The Giant // ❝ Self-righteous Suicide ❞

➶ Chapter Five , 3270 words

Wandering aimlessly seemed to be the only cure for boredom. Entering almost every building, traipsing down long corridors, going from room to room, yearning for something, no matter how minuscule, even if it were simply a picture on the wall, to pique her interest and deter her mind from the persistent stress she suffered. But she’s seen it all numerous times; nothing sparked anew.

Restless, she was. Nights lacking adequate hours of sleep soon turned entirely sleepless, not just for one, but sometimes days in a row as the apocalypse was daunting on her. Thoughts of dread and fear, like a plague attacking her ability to sleep, wondering if she’ll even see the coming day through to the end.

The boys had tired themselves out just the same, if not worse. Each of them had willingly taken it upon themselves to be resourceful and contribute to a better chance of survival by restoring barricades, albeit a little poorly, but the chances of being ambushed were lessened at least. Nikolai had salvaged some wood to build a small fire in the empty courtyard for extra warmth and heat up what food they had salvaged. Even Richtofen made a few spotty appearances, sometimes his arms full of supplies whenever he came by, with food or blankets for them to use for makeshift beds.

While the men had resided to lying low in a room tucked away from danger, surprisingly not demolished nor were the walls painted a mucky red from blood and dirt, (Y/n) felt a dire need to separate herself, hoping to allow her train of thought to run smoothly for once.

Finding herself miserable as she stared at the dullness of the room she stood centre of her glassy eyes roamed the walls, seeing posters and papers crooked and some barely hanging on. She squinted upon noticing the clock. 2:45 it reads.

Could it just be mere coincidence, but that would be the third time she had seen a clock stopped on the same time. Although with every clock she had come across, every so often the hands would twitch, ticking exactly 5 minutes ahead before returning to 2:45.

(Y/n) convinced herself that it was ridiculous to be pondering on the thought of a mere clock having stopped working, but even the giant one she noticed on the side of the central facility had done the very same. She wondered if the boys had noticed.

Finding her posture slumped slightly, she stands upright, feeling almost every nerve in her back twinge, virtually crying for a rest. She attempts the shake away the cloudiness in her mind, and heads towards the door, finding nothing more of interest in this room.

Shoving her hands into her coat pockets, (Y/n) steps into the corridor, moving herself along and passing rooms nearly at snail’s pace, headed for no destination. There’s nothing to catch her eye here, not even a window to overlook the lands. She had already passed through once; nothing was bound to have changed. Instead, she kept her head bowed, finding more interest in watching the way her feet dragged along the gritty floor.

It could be deemed as strange that not one of the boys had come to seek her out, despite how obviously watchful and attentive each of them was becoming towards her. (Y/n) recalled the way Dempsey, Nikolai, and even Takeo had offered to accompany her, but she politely refused.

At the same time, Richtofen was present, his attention only pouring into the book he was reading, or from what it appeared it be. His ears were tuned into everything around him, even the way he heard Dempsey rise from where he sat on the floor, his intentions set on accompanying the girl. Little did (Y/n) know that Richtofen’s eyes flicked up to peer over the top of the pages, staring blankly at the American, finding himself infuriated with his persistence.

She had not intended to take her leave so hastily, but her patience seemed to be wearing thin. If she could not be granted time alone to collect her thoughts she most definitely would drive herself insane.

Not realising just where she had carried herself to until the strong daze she was enveloped by had subsided, (Y/n) stopped under a doorway that opened to a balcony.

Icicles like daggers hung from the railing, like an imposing threat of the winter air beyond the walls of the buildings. Snowflakes continued to flutter by, however in no way could be seen as a beautiful scene when they littered on frozen bodies of zombies. A hazy glow graced the lands as the pale moonlight beamed through thin clouds passing by swiftly, adding to the ghostly atmosphere.

She leaned against the wall just before the doorway, arms crossed tightly across her body to try and retain some warmth, exhaling deeply seeing her breath catching in the air as a frosty mist before her eyes.

Ruminating again, she was. Thoughts of the past, the present, and even the future dawning on her; a persistent anchor weighing down her very soul. Everything seemed to be an unanswered question. She had even considered soliciting Richtofen to perhaps gain some peace of mind, but as smart as he presented himself to be, she was certain that even he wouldn’t have any legitimate answers.

(Y/n) tried to convince herself that it was purely the freezing air stinging her eyes as they glazed over with tears threatening to spill.

She imagined the now still, empty land once bustling with life. Or even in any corner of the world there were once people working jobs, raising families, carrying out a normal life oblivious to the devastation to befall once a global war was announced.

Blinking her watery eyes, she leaned her head against the wall, allowing her eyes to rest when she couldn’t bear how heavy they were.

The volume of her thoughts had her failing to recognise the man standing still at the end of the corridor, his gaze reflecting a sense of disquietude.

With no pure intention of stumbling across her location, Richtofen couldn’t help the way he loitered for a moment. He felt a pang of guilt strike a nerve for he could almost see the gloomy, downcast aura enveloping her. Beyond any control of his own, it was almost like he was being guided by an unseeable force in her direction.

Wary as to not startle the girl, Richtofen added subtly heavier emphasis to his footsteps, earning her attention as he neared.

Richtofen seemed apprehensive while he tried to read beyond her blank expression, remaining completely silent when she eyed him up and down. Although unbothered by his presence, (Y/n) made no indication to speak when her attention returned to the outside world.

Clearing his throat quietly, the German spoke up. “Are you alright, (Y/n)?”

She heard the concern lacing his words and dared not meet his gaze, fearing that he’ll notice the twinkle of tears lingering in her eyes.

“I’m okay.” She assured softly. “Just thinking.”

The German observed her drowsy state. She was barely supporting herself, instead relying on keeping on her feet with the help of the wall her body leaned against. Unable to find the will to leave her be, Richtofen shoved his cold hands into his pockets and inched closer.

“Would you like some company?” He gently offered, albeit apprehensively.

Richtofen’s unexpected offer caught the girl off guard, for she eyed him sceptically. Never had he shown, let alone asked off his own back, any want stay in the company of another.

“Sure.” She replied.

Taking place on the opposite side of the doorframe, allowing some distance between them, Richtofen subconsciously mimicked the way she leaned against the wall with her side, examining the outside area she gazed longingly towards.

“How’re the others?” (Y/n) broke the silence, never reeling her eyes away from the clouds.

Richtofen hoped she couldn’t sense the way he continuously glanced at her.

“They seem… fine.” He answered, somewhat unsure of his own observation of the three in question.

“They’re getting along without arguing at least?” She added, her tone of voice flat.

Immediately the German tilted his head in confusion, squinting his eyes in her direction. (Y/n) turned her attention to him when he never responded.

She huffed loudly, body slumping slightly. “It’s all they do. You haven’t been around much to hear it all.”

The only instance of bickering Richtofen had been a witness to be the moment before the girl had decided to separate herself from the group for a while. Although, that dispute, on the boys’ behalf, seemed petty from his point of view. He was beginning to feel a little nosey, but part of him just desperately needed to know what sparked them to be so differential, almost for her sake. Just in case there was something he needed to settle to take some stress from her shoulders.

“About what, may I ask?” He asked softly, not wanting to seem as intrusive.

Shaking her head, (Y/n) bowed her head, eyes falling shut.

“Everything.” She told shortly, lazily wiping a hand over her face.

Chewing the inside of his cheek, Richtofen nodded in acknowledgment, despite it going unnoticed. She kept her head down, almost like the feeling of tiredness was pulling her to the floor.

However, awkwardness hung heavy over the German. Ever since the crew came to be, there had only been rare instances when Richtofen had been alone with (Y/n), but those were times of hostility and sheer threat, on her side. The girl had not shown any signs of trust, nor has she let her guard down enough to merely take her eyes off him for a split second.

That was up until now.

Richtofen believed he was staring at someone new. With their guard let down, and entirely drained of life above all…

Peering to the man standing a foot from her, (Y/n) caught a glimpse of the worried glint in his eye, and the way his brows levelled. The odd sight stuck a nerve in her. Usually he was so stern, perhaps even bitter, in his expression.

Once again, she wiped a hand over her face, as if trying to clear the exhaustion visible on her features.

“What are we doing here, Richtofen?” Words lazily tumbled from her lips, barely able to put effort into speaking.

Richtofen swallowed hard, clearing his throat before words began rolling off his tongue with ease. Rightfully, he knew that she was owed a clear explanation, after the sheer anguish and torment they’re suffering daily. She was deserving of some peace of mind, above all. He couldn’t stand to see her fighting tooth and nail, practically throwing herself towards death, and being clueless of what the purpose of their mission is.

The German had her attentive stare locked on him all the while he spoke, never uttering a word to allow herself to absorb every detail. In the back of his mind, Richtofen sought his clarification to be ridiculous, there were small moments that stared at him like he was a madman. Nothing of which would ever be believed to the ordinary person. But in this case, after the grief, torment, and superficial encounters she had been a witness to, (Y/n) believed every word.

Finishing his long-winded explanation with an exasperated huff, Richtofen gave her an awkward smile.

“I don’t expect you to believe any of it.” He said, looking at his feet.

(Y/n) turned to him with all sincerity and spoke, “With everything I’ve witnessed, I believe you, Richtofen.”

A little smile curled the corners of his lips when he looked her way meekly, making her heart flutter.

“Have you explained everything to the others?” She quizzed.

Instantly, Richtofen was overwhelmed by anxiety, his had reaching to the nape of his neck.

“Well, I feel they might have a more… conflicting opinion on the matter.” He confessed.

(Y/n) took a moment to ponder and surmised that his guess was most likely to be correct. Dempsey had struck her as the type that was willing to argue and make a flamboyant dispute about the latter. While Nikolai and Takeo simply not in favour of a word he had to say about their mission.

She let a hand perch on her hip. “Perhaps I can tell them somehow. Maybe they’ll believe me.”

Richtofen hated to know that her voice would at least be heard of reasonably, but he could understand the simple reason that she speaks less with an authoritative manner, but instead humble in her softer tone. He knows that he has a will to prove himself as above them with his intelligence.

“You may be right.” He answered. “But I can’t expect that of you.”

“But you can’t leave them in the dark forever.” She quickly but into reason. “Days are passing by, and they don’t know what their purpose is here.”

Richtofen run a hand through his hair, like he always did when he began to feel dread washing over him. “In time, I promise.”

The girl studied him, sensing him becoming restless.

“I just need to figure out a way of telling them…” He drew in a deep breath, thinking for a moment before he continued. “Without them thinking I’ve completely lost my mind.”

The girl was swift to counter his words. “They already think you’ve lost your mind.”

She quickly earned herself a scoff and a look of annoyance from the German when he shook his head. Although his expression quickly turned bitter when an icy gust of wind whisked through, his teeth threatening to chatter as tried to contain the way he shivered.

Seeming like she was immune from the freezing cold, Richtofen watched as (Y/n) moved further out under the doorway, the moonlight striking her features with a milky glow and the glint to her eyes twinkling like that of the stars above, utterly captivated by the way snowflakes collected delicately atop her shoulders and in her hair.

She spoke. “Do you remember this place before the apocalypse?”

Snapping himself from his daze with a small jolt, his heart pounding as he was caught off guard.

“I have a vague memory of this place.” Richtofen answered shortly.

The girl kept her focus on her surroundings as she hummed in acknowledgment. That was until she peered over her shoulder at Richtofen, brows raised and arched acutely, eyes rounded and staring at him in wonder. Richtofen believed his heart stopped for a minute.

“What was it like?” She asked softly.

At that moment in time, Richtofen seemed to have lost all ability to speak, taken aback by her question, and the sincerity in her voice above all. His gaze followed her own when it landed on the dead space of the courtyard.

“It was busy.” Richtofen simply responded. “Although I did not visit often.”

“You weren’t stationed here? But I thought you were a scientist.” She quizzed.

Around the site, (Y/n) had stumbled across multiple rooms filled to the brim with scientific equipment; test tubes, odd looking tools, papers with hastily scribbled words of (presumably) chemicals on them. It was no ordinary construction facility, despite the couple of odd ones dotted around. It could easily be presumed the place was for research purposes only.

“I am a scientist.” Richtofen stated. “But the German army have numerous research sites.”

She nodded. “I see.”

An exasperated huff fell from her lips, pulling herself in from the cold, but suddenly her knees buckled, exhaustion finally overpowering and making her topple, her arms flying out to catch herself against the wall, as well as Richtofen’s when he swiftly braced himself to catch her.

The German inched closer, riddled with concern.

“When was the last time you gave yourself a rest?”

She slumped, shaking her head. “I don’t know. It’s been a day or so, I think.”

Attempting to stand upright, feigning a composed manner, she gave Richtofen an assuring look. However, he could see through her bloodshot eyes, easily reading that she was bound to fall asleep where she poorly stood.

“But I’m fine.” She countered, waving a hand.

“My dear, you’re barely standing.” Richtofen told truthfully.

He stayed close, fearing that her ankles would give way and she would crumble to the floor. It truly pained him to see the girl so fatigued. And given that his focus was solely on her well-being, Richtofen had completely dismissed the endearing name that slipped past his lips until (Y/n) met his eyes with a faint look of surprise adorning her face.

Richtofen gulped nervously upon realising, averting his eyes as he wiped his palms awkwardly on his waistcoat. But she smiled warmly, subtly easing the tension.

“You know I’m surprised you’re out here.” She spoke. “It’s freezing.”

Despite his thin attire, the German had numbed to the freezing temperatures long ago, for the heat rising within him due to his nerves was enough to keep him warm.

Richtofen answered. “You get used to it.”

“I guess.” She shrugged.

Her inability to keep her eyes open did not go unnoticed, for she often rubbed them to somewhat rid herself of tiredness.

“We should be heading back.” The German declared. “I’m sure the others are wondering where you are.”

(Y/n) thought about the trio Richtofen spoke of, secretly pleading they had taken advantage of the opportunity to rest, but sensing deep down they were probably wide awake, stewing on idea of where she had gone. They all seemed to fret more over her recently, and she wondered why, but only surmised that they were merely cautious of her safety. Much like she thought of them.

“You’re right.” (Y/n) agreed, pushing herself away from the wall.

Weakly standing beside Richtofen, she took a step forward, feeling her ankles almost roll inwards causing her to stumble. Fortunately, the German had caught her hand in his to steady her. She knew at this rate that her weary state would have her headed in the wrong direction.

Feeling the warmth fade from her hand in his, Richtofen instead let his hand float a small distance from the small of her back, his other subtly outstretched to guide her.

“Come now.” He prompted, moving forward as she followed suit. “We can’t have you like this.”

Traipsing lightly alongside him, (Y/n) felt unsteadiness overpower her ability to walk straight. She side-eyed Richtofen, seeing his focus directed down the corridor they trekked through, and cautiously linked her arm around his to aid herself. She felt the faint way he jolted at the unexpected contact.

Richtofen almost brought himself to a halt if only he hadn’t met her bleary, bloodshot eyes pleading for rest. His heart skipped a beat, lips pressing into a thin line.

“Sorry.” She laughed awkwardly. “But I’ll crash here otherwise.”

His opposite hand reached over, instinctively landing atop her own that clutched his arm gently.

“It’s alright.” He assured.

She inched closer, sensing the warmth radiating off him. “Thanks, Richtofen.”

(Y/n) hadn’t seen the way his Adam’s apple visibly bobbed up and down when he gulped axiously.

“You can call me Edward.” He said, nervously adding, “If you like.”

She hummed, smiling softly when she glanced at him, her eyes drooped from excessive fatigue.

Rounding a corner, they saw their route leading them outside. The sight of the wisping snowfall sent a chill crawling up her spine, making her shiver violently.

“Hey, Edward,” She started, her voice almost tremulous. “If we’re teleporting someplace else after this, please let it be somewhere warm.”

In response he gingerly squeezed her hand as reassurance.

Edward… Oh how that made his heart flutter.

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The Mundane and the Magic

༻ a codz x reader story ༺

➶ The Giant // ❝ Self-righteous Suicide ❞

➶ Chapter Four , 4621 words

Wobbly legs failed to support her as she nearly toppled over onto icy ground from the sheer unsteadiness of being exported from reality for a brief second and zapped into a land unfamiliar. Evidently, the experience struck the four men just the same, for each of them stumbled, struggling to recompose themselves as their heads were virtually spinning.

Hunching over where she stood, the girl pressed her hands to her hips, fighting to keep the bile down that she could feel bubbling up inside. Allowing the motion sickness to subside, she stayed put for a moment, listening to the men huff and grumble in displeasure.

After a short while she straightened her posture, smoothing down her hair that had blown askew at such a surprisingly harsh motion of blending through the linear fabrics of the universe.

Observing the foursome spaced out around her, (Y/n) noticed that the German appeared the most well composed out of them all, somewhat strangely unbothered by the experience of being teleported. Perhaps he was fortunate enough not to feel the sickening effects so strongly… or maybe he’s used to it.

The fact that he looked so unaffected but merely swayed for a second was enough to taunt the boys who almost landed with their faces in heaps of snow.

Dempsey staggered to composure, spitting his words at the German. “What the fuck was that Doc?”

Richtofen bit his tongue, infuriated with the American’s persistent use of his abbreviated title.

“Time travel.” He answered bluntly, looking down to smooth his attire.

“Yeah, no shit.” Dempsey coughed into his arm.

Nikolai had readied his shotgun the very second his eyes could focus steadily on his surroundings.

Immediately, the location struck as new, and eerie without a doubt, for there were tall, fully constructed buildings surrounding them, unlike the crumpled monuments seen prior to their hasty departure from Northern France.

These buildings towered high, some ranging from two, to perhaps three or four floors. The location appeared to be a group of factories; guess-ably of use for constructive purpose for the German army, for the writings on metal signs were stamped with painfully long words in Deutsch, that only Richtofen could make sense of.

Now they stand in the centre of the grounds, in a courtyard. A wide elevated steel platform stands a small distance away, with stairs leading up to a large machine, somewhat resembling the teleporter they had just been thrown into. Connected to the contraption were three chunky electrical cables, adorned with thick icicles along their length, which separated and lead to three mainframe facilities equal distance from each other. What they were connected to was as good as anyone’s guess.

Questions began to rattle around their heads as they observed their surroundings.

“Where are we German?” The Russian growled.

If Nikolai were to lock eyes with the Doctor, his deadly glare would kill him. But instead, Takeo eyed the German suspiciously, waiting for his predictable short-handed answer.

“We have arrived at a research facility.” Richtofen answered, as simply as predicted. “On the outskirts of Eastern Germany.”

The girl side-eyed him in disdain. His will to speak simply, almost like he was dimming down his intelligence to match that of the rest of the crew, or his frequent use of compulsive riddles and metaphors was already driving her mad, and she had only known him for a month or so.

Although now that time travel was brought into the equation, she could have very well known Richtofen for an eternity after discovering that shifting timelines and potentially re-writing history was entirely possible.

“What are we doing here, Richtofen?” She asked flatly.

All eyes landed on her when she spoke but flicked to the German when he shifted on his feet.

“I- We need to collect something.” Richtofen stammered, his eyes widening slightly.

The small slip up of his words raised wariness instantly, especially in Nikolai and Takeo for they narrowed their gazes at him in sync.

It fell eerily silent as all four pairs of eyes stared down the German, intimidating him as they all awaited a follow up speech explaining just what he needs to “collect”.

When he had no indication of opening his mouth to speak, Richtofen took a step forward, only to be brought to a halt when the barrel of Nikolai’s shotgun came mere inches from his chest before he could even blink.

“Explain why you have brought us here, German. You’ve been feeding us nothing but riddles!” Nikolai’s accent thickened, lacing his words with a menacing tone in his burst of rage.

Dempsey, Takeo and (Y/n) stepped up alongside the Russian, but none wanted to console the brute, instead believing he was right in resorting to a more threatening manner of interrogation. Richtofen raised his hands up in feeble surrender, his chest heaving as he stared down the thick barrel of the gun aimed at him.

“I can explain in time.” Richtofen answered hastily. “That I promise.”

Nikolai shook his head, his jaw setting in a sharp line. “I’ve heard that one to many times already. I do not believe you have any good intentions.”

The Russian adjusted his stance, planting his feet firmly on the ground, his gloved finger grazing the trigger on his gun, prepared to put a bullet in his chest without a second thought.

(Y/n) could have sworn she saw a plead for mercy in Richtofen’s usually dull eyes, hoping he can be granted some leeway, and a chance to move without the men of the group virtually always breathing down his neck, for he stared between her and the weapon threatening him rather quickly.

Perhaps not this time.

While (Y/n) had been lenient in the beginning, simply following him blindly as a means of keeping everyone alive, however, it now seems that she’s growing just as impatient as the boys. Richtofen had certainly foreseen this.

“Alright, easy now.” The girl intervened with a firm voice, her hand reaching to lower the shotgun Nikolai held. “We know that killing each other isn’t going to get us anywhere.”

Visibly infuriated, and practically steaming from the ears with boiling rage, Nikolai huffed loudly and retracted from the group, allowing Richtofen to lower his hands and exhale a long breath.

The girl dismissed the way the Doctor stared at her for a second, and instead focused on Nikolai in concern, albeit even wary of his next move.

His broad shoulders noticeably rose and fell with every heaving breath he took as he simmered down the fiery rage within him.

She could understand his dramatic actions for the world was flipped upside before their very eyes in a matter of seconds, and at this very moment in time, any action, no matter how drastic, could be deemed as justified.

Just when everything seemed tranquil, the sound of glass shattering made all unleash their firearms.

Staggered footsteps across icy ground emitted a small distance away, gradually growing closer. A stumbling decomposing corpse hauled itself through a beaten down wooden barrier. Yet another fallen soldier to have become a victim to the brain-rotting infection. But it seemed lost. Although it appeared to have retained some memory of marching; as the man would have done alongside his platoon before the outbreak.

Though given the unpredictability of the zombie, all but one keeps their weapons aimed steadily.

From what the girl could tell from discreet glances, Richtofen appeared to be studying the creature, or perhaps he was awaiting its next violent move. She had learned that he was not an easy man to read, at least not through his expressions, for he typically appeared emotionless.

She missed the way the Doctor rolled his eyes and swiftly breezed past the crew with his arm raised and pistol loaded to gun the zombie down with a single bullet its head.

With a heft thud, the lifeless creature dropped to the floor, the heap of snow its head landed in now absorbing the blood pouring from the gaping hole in its skull.

Richtofen holstered his pistol, turning to face the group looking utterly unimpressed when he was met with four scorned faces.

“I would simply suggest killing them when you see them.” He instructed blankly. “Research shows that they do in fact sense presence sooner or later.”

Silence enveloped once again, and (Y/n) felt herself shivering as the wind whisked through much stronger than before, creating an eerie whistle as it crawled through crevices in buildings. Her intolerance to the cold failed to go unnoticed as Richtofen witnessed her body quiver, and she pulled her coat snugly to her body.

“We must not waste time. There is much to be done.” Edward asserted, wanting nothing more than to hasten his own mission.

As much as the Doctor tried to ignore the thought, he wished to get the girl somewhere warmer, or at least direct her there if he could not escort her himself. He would not dare to admit that part of him felt a fondness for her, especially for her will to seek justice between the crew.

“Might I also suggest we search for supplies.” Richtofen added. “I’m sure we’ll be needing them.”

As if his queue to leave, Richtofen spun on his heel and made his way towards the central facility.

Dempsey made a hasty move to follow the German, but a light touch of a hand pressing to his arm had pulled him to an abrupt stop. He turned, only to be met with a look of annoyance from the girl.

He immediately opened his mouth to argue before she raised her hand to halt his words.

“I think we should leave him be.” She spoke generally.

The American stared at her in disbelief. “You’re gonna let him run off?”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s not gonna run off.”

Dempsey’s hands flew out beside him in confusion and frustration. “Then what- “

Cutting him off swiftly, she declared, “If he doesn’t separate from us for a while, I think he’ll get killed.”

(Y/n) discreetly motioned to Nikolai with her eyes, who had his back turned at the time, prompting Dempsey to scoff and shake his head in annoyance, knowing very well that she was correct.

As flakes of snow fluttered down into her eye view, she peered upwards, sensing an impending snowstorm brewing above. Takeo had followed her gaze skyward, thinking just the same as clouds tumbled in thicker, hiding away the stars that barely glimmered in the evening sky.

“I’m gonna go look for supplies.” She told, wanting nothing more than to find somewhere warmer to roam.

Like her feet carried her away automatically, (Y/n) turned her back and began traipsing carefully over the snow towards a building. The doors to the main entrance virtually inviting her in as they were wide open.

Barely two seconds had passed before Dempsey’s cocky accent caught up to her.

“Woah woah, you’re not going alone missy.”

She could hear the way he spoke with a smirk on his face, and faced him immediately, quipping. “What? You don’t think I can handle myself?”

Tank’s eyes widened subtly upon sensing the stares from Takeo and Nikolai. (Y/n) couldn’t help the way she bit her lip in amusement as the American visibly regret his choice of words and fumbled to find a believable excuse.

But little did she know that Nikolai had turned away slightly to hide the way he smirked to himself, not wanting to have Dempsey bark at him in retaliation to finding his visible embarrassment amusing, but also, secretly, because of the way she held herself in that very moment. With her hand on her hip, almost proudly, as the corner of her lips curled up smugly. It made his heart skip a beat.

“What- No!” Tank breathed a faint awkward laugh, averting his eyes. “I just think we should stick together.”

(Y/n) shrugged. “Very well then, we’ll go in pairs. We can cover the grounds quicker.”

The three men perked up instantly, eyeing her attentively.

“Feel free to join me, but I’ve gotta get somewhere warm before I freeze to death.” She resumed walking away, this time much quicker as the cold air was nipping at her through her coat.

The trio exchanged blank glances, silently questioning whether to follow her footsteps. Yet not one of them dared to move, even though the girl had already entered the building.

That was until Nikolai wasted no time in taking a step forward, his boots imprinting the settled snow as he swiftly headed in the same direction as (Y/n).

In his wake, Nikolai left two men frustrated, with Dempsey visibly turning his nose up at the fact that the Russian had beat him to the same idea.

“That settles it then.” Dempsey grumbled, trudging past Takeo displeased. “Let’s just search this damn place.”

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Hefty footsteps emitted behind her in a hasty manner, although not like the jagged pattern of a zombie. Despite how quick the person was walking; their steps had a steady pattern. She glanced over her shoulder, brows raised, only to be struck with surprise upon seeing the Russian following her path. She smiled politely when he reached her side, to which she earned the same in return.

“I was half expecting to see Dempsey behind me.” She admitted.

Nikolai couldn’t help the lie that slipped from his tongue. “He had agreed to pair with Takeo.”

(Y/n) nodded, oblivious to the fact that Nikolai was merely eager to join her.

Standing side-by-side, together they surveyed the room. From its spacey layout, and the huge vents surrounding a furnace central of a partially walled off section, it could be guessed that it was none other than a storage room, or perhaps a place that materials were discarded and burned for ashes littered the feet of the caged firepit. She couldn’t refrain from spluttering and covering her nose at the putrid smell that wafted from the furnace, one would assume the previous occupants were incinerating bodies what with such a foul smell.

A few crates and barrels lie on their sides, some of their contents spewed out and trampled across the floor, most of which were papers, scrapped rusty components, and bullet shells. Upon closer inspection, (Y/n) surmised that the bullets were splayed recently for not a drop of dirt covered one, and Nikolai had noticed this too.

“There was bloodshed here recently.” Nikolai thought aloud, moving forward a few steps.

(Y/n) hummed. “But the question is, where these people killing each other, or zombies?”

The thought of an army, once forged together by loyalty and discipline, turning on each other utterly driven to madness as the world collapsed, and people turned to flesh-eating murderers before their very eyes.

“I dread to think of it.” Nikolai responded, watching the girl as she crouched to view a crumpled sheet of paper.

Steel catwalks above their heads creaked and popped as the wind breezed through holes in the doors and walls, nudging its every obstacle with vengeance what with the force it was brewing up. Parts of the structure had already fallen from its rightful place, lying in piles of debris in random areas, the building being entirely torn apart by the harsh weather alone.

“We best not stay here too long.” Nikolai told. “My guess is that this place will be nothing but rubble before we know it.”

A fairy-light clink hit their ears, and as if ironically on queue a bolt from an overhead beam hit the floor, bouncing astray into a pile of ash. The pair locked eyes warily at the timing.

“Let’s see if there’s anything useful and get out of here.” (Y/n) urged.

Nikolai nodded and began his own deconstructive way of searching.

Little time had passed, and they had each found a great supply of fresh ammunition to be shared amongst the crew. Not being able to carry such a heavy amount of munitions between them means they resorted to shifting the supply crates to an area more safely accessible, for the crew to return to instead.

While (Y/n) had her hands elbow deep in a crate, she pondered on the earlier encounter with a raging Nikolai in the courtyard. His seething expression and merciless intentions to kill Richtofen remained permanently in her mind.

Knowing that she doesn’t fear the Russian in the slightest, for he has shown nothing but loyalty and kindness to her throughout the few weeks of knowing him, more so than he has shown anyone else, (Y/n) couldn’t help but wonder if Nikolai would have followed through with his drastic intentions if she had not intervened.

She looked his way, catching the way he swiftly averted his eyes to the crate he stood searching, taking herself aback when she felt her heart skip a beat.

Pushing away the thought of the mere instance, she called out to him. “Nikolai?”

The gentle way his name sounded when it fell from her lips made his rounded eyes met hers, prompting her to speak but the words were lodged in her throat as his eyes captivated and shimmered in the dim light the furnace glowed.

“You know I don’t blame you for nearly killing Richtofen earlier.” She declared with all sincerity.

However, the Russian scowled instantly.

(Y/n) watched as Nikolai drew in a deep breath, pressing his palms to the edge of the wooden crate.

“Richtofen is beginning to test my patience. What with all his riddles…” He told in his gruff voice.

“Tell me about it.” She muttered, fiddling with a bullet she had picked up.

“But I fear we are descending into madness by following his orders.” He admitted. “And I’m finding it nearly impossible to have any ounce of faith in his intentions.”

Something about the way Nikolai held himself in that moment struck her strange. He began to softly drum on the crate, his lips pressing into a line when he turned his attention back to the equipment before him. It seemed like there were words on the tip of his tongue, yet he could not allow them to fall past his lips.

(Y/n) chewed the inside of her cheek, staring blankly at the bullet she held, ruminating on his words.

“Do you believe that Richtofen has good intentions?” Nikolai blurted out.

The girl instantly locked eyes with him, noticing how serious he looked with such a hard-faced expression. His question made her ponder for a minute.

“I can’t say.” She answered truthfully. “He’s acting suspicious, that’s for sure. And God knows what he’s up to right now.”

Nikolai only nodded, acknowledging her.

“But let’s just get on with what we need to do. I’m already tired of stressing about his next move.”

Something sent a pang of guilt through the Russian. If the girl had not turned her eyes away, she would have seen the pitiful look on his face.

(Y/n) huffed and tossed small components back into the crate, walking briskly past Nikolai, and over to a smaller one yet to be searched on the opposite side of the room.

Another clink of a falling screw went unheard of as her footsteps overpowered the faint tap of metal hitting the ground. That was until the piercing sound of steel screeching, peeling away from the lengthy catwalk above their heads, a support beam overhead came barrelling down at an alarming speed driving terror straight through her as she froze beneath the collapsing structure.

She opened her mouth to scream, but she was voiceless.

Two hands gripped her sides firmly and dragged her out from under the beam’s line of fall, to which the enormous steel bar slammed to the floor with a deafening clang, rattling and shaking every inch of the building upon impact.

Riddled with sheer terror, the girl could not control the way she collapsed into the body of someone.

Nikolai almost toppled at the quick pace he moved, his back connecting harshly with the wall and audibly knocking the air from his lungs, his arms remaining locked around the girl in his arms.

Subconsciously, (Y/n) had pressed her palms to his chest to break her fall, and while still unable to comprehend such a flash of events, her mouth hung agape as she panted heavily. She could barely register a thing, feeling a dizzy sensation as she stared at Nikolai, her face full of fright at the thought of being crushed.

The Russian was worried that she could feel the way his heart was beating like a banging drum at such sudden closeness, but when her eyes dropped to see her hands planted firmly just below his shoulders, she came to her senses and almost jumped back out of embarrassment.

“O-oh my god, I’m sorry!” (Y/n) began to fret, adrenaline still rushing through her, causing such jittery movements.

She snapped around to observe the wreckage of the catwalk, that was once situated above their heads, now in a heap of itself, entirely blocking an exit route from the building.

“Are you alright?” Nikolai’s deepened voice called to her in pure concern.

When (Y/n) turned, she saw his face contoured with stress, and a hand readied to place on her shoulder, however, stopping himself when she nodded with a heavy sigh. She planted her hands on her hips, letting her head bow and eyes fall shut as she calmed herself.

“Thank you, Nikolai.” She breathed, wiping a hand over her face. “I owe you one.”

However, his face was flushed red as the thought of being so close together remained permanently etched into his mind. Unbeknownst to Nikolai, (Y/n) wouldn’t dare lock eyes with him, feeling the same embarrassment and awkwardness of being pressed so tightly to someone she hardly knew.

Neither of them could bring themselves to move as awkwardness was eating them up inside.

As if relieving them of the tense situation, Dempsey, tailed closely by Takeo, barged through the doorway atop the stairwell nearby, out of breath and clutching rifles tightly.

“We’ve got company.” Dempsey informed loudly, his voice gruff and stern. “Get your asses out here.”

Apparently, the crashing noise was enough to alert the stray undead swarms nearby, for they were filtering in through any access point possible, with some of them even tearing of their own decaying limbs as they came through or impaling themselves on broken barricades.

Equipping their weapons swiftly, (Y/n) bolted for the stairs that lead to a vantage point, with Nikolai tailing behind. She breezed past Dempsey, and took position beside Takeo, who had found excellent position that allowed for quick and easy shots to the heads of zombies.

With the team regrouped the hordes were cleared strangely fast. Typically, swarms came in frequent waves, virtually endless, but this time the air stilled. Not a groan or cry was heard from a zombie around. Even some of the boys moved to peer through open barriers, surveying the area, but they soon reeled themselves back to the group with their brows knit in confusion.

“Strange.” Takeo spoke aloud in his husky voice. “The land is silent.”

(Y/n) acknowledged Takeo and hummed in agreement, both vigilantly looking over their shoulders for approaching danger.

“So, did you guys find anything?” She asked, filtering her attention between the other pair.

Tank shrugged, looking a bit defeated. “A little. Couple cans of food, but that’s about it. This place is deserted if you ask me. We ain’t gonna find much.”

(Y/n) sighed in disappointment, the idea of a delicious homecooked meal seemed so far out of reach. She’s certain the men craved something more than just a measly can of beans, and even then, it’s typically shared amongst the five of them, barely subsidising the painful hunger.

Clicking of a gun being reloaded sounded. It was Dempsey loading his sidearm. While keeping his focus on what he occupied himself with, he spoke.

“What about you? Find anything?”

A response was on the tip of her tongue, but her own mind caught her off guard, teasing the image of her body pressed against Nikolai’s, and the way his gorgeous blue eyes stared deeply into her own. Vividly recalling the way his large, gloved hands rested softly on her sides, supporting her knees that dared to buckle under the weight of embarrassment. She felt her hands begin to clammer up at the intrusive thought, wiping them subconsciously on her coat.

When (Y/n) never responded, Dempsey’s little task in his hands halted as he peered through his eyebrows at her.

“We found stashes of ammunition, but not much else.” Nikolai had interjected.

Mentally, the girl thanked him for taking the words she failed to speak, however, feeling more awkward when she saw Dempsey eyeing her suspiciously.

Starling her, Takeo breezed past silently, moving to a cracked glass window that overlooked the storage room. Apparently something had caught his attention from afar. He observed the sight of the wreckage of the fallen catwalk; it certainly stuck out compared to the feeble clutter in the room.

(Y/n) couldn’t help the way her feet carried her towards him.

Sensing that she was standing a small distance from him, Takeo spoke.

“We heard a crash on the opposite side of the facility. Was it this?”

Takeo sounded so genuine, strangely. His speech was typically blunt and didn’t have much change in low tones.

“It was the catwalk that collapsed. The place is falling apart at the seams.” She answered briefly.

Takeo nodded in acknowledgment. He had suspicions that the rumbling noise of steel landing with such a mighty force had alerted the chaotic number of undead creatures.

(Y/n) stared blankly at the structure below, somewhat in a daze when she confessed. “I was standing underneath it when it fell.”

Dempsey and Takeo pivoted to face the girl simultaneously, their shoulders visibly tensed and eyes almost bulging.

Snapping back to her senses, she forced a smile as she quickly reassured, “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

Both relaxed in sync, breathing relieved sighs.

“But I have to say that I’d be dead right now if it weren’t for Nikolai pulling me out of there.” She told, looking at the Russian sincerely. “I really owe him one.”

In that moment she hoped that the frosty air nipping at her skin had already tinted her cheeks a rosy hue, for she could feel a burning fluster rising from her chest. A smile threatened to tug at Nikolai’s lips as he glanced her way.

No one had seen Dempsey’s eyes practically burning fire as he snapped a dirty look towards Nikolai.

“Alright, enough with the sappy ‘who saved who’s life’ shit now.” Dempsey blurted out bitterly. “We’ve got shit to do.”

Thudding footsteps followed as Dempsey stormed off out of the building with his assault rifle under a mighty grip and chest puffed in hot rage. Takeo looked to (Y/n) who stood tall by Nikolai, only to be scrutinising the Russian with his intensive eyes before stalking out with a huff.

The girl knit her brows in confusion.

It could be said that Dempsey was known for his ability to lose his temper quickly, and few times she had seen his anger get the better of him, but Takeo’s strange reaction struck her differently. She had never seen him give anyone, but Richtofen, such a fierce glare.

“What was that about?” (Y/n) asked, sounding somewhat bewildered.

Nikolai swallowed hard, struggling to muster a response when she looked at him with beady eyes, hoping for an answer.

Unfortunately, the Russian knew all to well just what sparked Dempsey and Takeo to be so infuriated, with him only.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say they seemed jealous.” She spoke aloud.

 Oh, but how jealous they were, and that’s only the beginning of it.

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Juggergirl found herself a new hat 🌹⚜️

(sorry for posting my face but i just love characterising the juggergirl. she's my absolute fave and i want to perfect her look a little bit more. or just give myself an excuse to play dress up ❤️)

note* i am wearing a corset!

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imagine giving your f/o soooooo many kisses. holding their face in your hands and just going mwahmwahmwahmwah kissing their face all over and they're giggling

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How do you think ultimis show they do care for their F/O

• Ultimis ; Showing That They Care

author's note: keepin it short and sweet and just writing the basics to ease myself back into writing. i can write this in more detail at a later date. thanks for the request dearie ♡

warnings: none | pronouns: neutral

- ○ Ultimis : 1.0

- "Tank" Dempsey:

Tank shows he cares for his S/O through acts of service. It's fairly often that he goes out of his way to do something for his partner, most times without even realising. He's not very good with his words, but his heartfelt actions say it all.

- Edward Richtofen

Richtofen shows he cares through gifts. He loves the way his partner's face will light up when he gifts them something he knows they'll love, or something they've mentioned that they're just so eager for. He'll spoil his S/O rotten with fanciful gifts because he says they deserve it all.

- Nikolai Belinski

Nikolai shows he cares through his gentle touch. This big Russian bear is, in fact, a gentle giant. He's a big softie that loves to cuddle and kiss his S/O. That's simply it. His partner can always rely on him when they need comfort, or just want a little happy hug.

- Takeo Masaki

Takeo shows he cares through acts of service. He does a lot for his S/O, like it comes naturally to take care of them this way. His partner doesn't need to prompt him at all. He merely sees it as a small way of letting them know that he's thinking of them often.

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Reading these like:

Hiii ✨️ Your reply from my post got me really curious about headcanons for my self ship and I feel like I really need a kick back into posting all my drafted f/o posts...

Primis Dempsey is the absolute love of my life, and I was wondering what sort of hcs you had? I also want to come up with a new ship name, but I'm stumped thus far heh..

Sending big hugs 🩷✨️

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Angel, I’ve got just the thing! I’m glad you’re back and I’m sending big hugs and lots of love to you💖💖💖

But FIRST!

A short little name brain storm

Guns and Roses

Bowie-Winged Butterflies (bowie knife btw, not the 80s singer)

Poppies and Primroses

Gun-Slinging Sweethearts

I hope these few can help, even if it helps the brainstorm have a clearer idea of what feels right.

Headcanons for you and Primis Tank:

Ohhh my GOSH. Every time Tank looks at you, it’s like a sense of pure wonder completely mesmerizes him. Smitten is an understatement

As a marine, his training and combat experience shook him down to experience constant hyper vigilance. Just your very presence helps him feel grounded again.

You have such an ethereal beauty to you! Not just in the way you naturally glow, but the way you dress yourself is just so gorgeous and so classy! You have him like moth to a flame. Tank can’t help but kiss you from head to toe every chance he gets

You’re that special someone who’s graced him with gift of tenderness that he’s secretly starved for. For that, he’s eternally grateful. He expresses this most through quality time and physical affection the most

I feel like he would give you one of these cheesy Valentine’s just to make you smile

“Yeah, I know it’s dorky. But it made you smile!”

You might be a badass belle of your own, but Tank’s still going to feel the need to protect you. If anyone bothers you, he’s immediately up to bat against anyone and anything. Hell, he’d threaten to punch the dirt if you stepped on a rock. The man is incredibly devoted to helping you

Dempsey has a lot of depth to him. Only you ever had the chance to really know that. The battles he’s willing to fight for you extend past outside conflicts. You are never too much. You are worth more than every star in the galaxy.

“Remember when I said we’d fight side to side, back to back? I meant that from the bottom of my heart. We’re a team. And I’m willing to do whatever the hell it takes to keep you safe. You’re the woman I want to love ‘till the day I die. No matter what happens, I promise to protect you.”

Some songs for your ship: You I Need by Amorphis, Doe Eyes by Sophie Woodhouse, and No Other Love by Jo Stafford

He’s very easy going whether you want to go somewhere or stay curled up together at home. Fun dates include (but are not limited to 😉): picnic dates, walking along the beach shoreline, a trip to the shooting range, aquarium visits, shopping together, and so much more.

In his top left pocket is his mother’s blueberry pie recipe to remember her by. I can see you both working together in the kitchen to make it together! Kneading the dough, teaching him what to do, having him slow dance with you while waiting for it to bake. It’s one of his most cherished memories.

Tank lets you steal his leather jacket to wear often. In a modern AU where he’s a drill sergeant, he makes sure you help keep it safe while he’s off to work.

When you two snuggle in at night, you get to rest safe in the marine’s embrace. He softly strokes your hair while you rest your head on his chest, softly conversing until one of you fall asleep first.

Tank daydreams with you about what it’d be like running away to a cottage home. Coming home to that sweet smiling face of yours every day, tending to the garden, escaping the bustle of the world. One of these days, he’s gonna make that dream a reality for you both.

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People who love you shouldn't make you feel ashamed of your interests and hobbies. What you enjoy is wonderful, even if it's uncommon, complicated, stereotypical, etc. Please keep sharing your lovely energy with the world.

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The Mundane and the Magic

༻ a codz x reader story ༺

➶ Origins // ❝ Becoming One With Madness, A Chaos To Embrace ❞

➶ Chapter Three , 4378 words

Just as that wicked book of worldly prophecies foretold, the four men arrived in orderly manner. All hostile, and with the same mission to capture him, as predicted.

But who is she?

Richtofen paced about, holding his head in his hands, palms covering his ears like he desperately needed to muffle the sounds of the world as he lost himself in a state of hysteria. Jaggedly, he drew in shallow breaths, his heart pounding like a beating drum as he panicked like never before. Numerous thoughts ran rampant through his mind, none of which he could stably focus on, except one.

“Who is she? She’s not supposed to be here.” Richtofen choked out a whisper.

His mind replayed the same image of the girl. Despite how he only caught a glimpse of her from over the American’s shoulder, he can clearly recall all of her flawless details.

Her stoic, defensive stance, ready to spring into action in a blink. An assault rifle clutched tightly in her delicate hands. Her hair was windswept and dampened by the pouring rain, but somehow making her features look striking. Her most memorable feature of all was that of her eyes, so sharp and deadly as she glared down the American, visibly intimidating him.

Shakily, Richtofen exhaled, sweeping a hand through his hair. Even in the harsh winter climate, the German still found beads of sweat collecting on his forehead.

The Kronorium lie open on a tabletop before him. For what felt like hours, Richtofen had skimmed through every detail inked on the pages, desperately searching for a minuscule detail about a girl, just a mere mention of a name perhaps. Resultantly, he was none the wiser of her origin.

Stepping away from the table, Richtofen let his head slump slightly, his eyes lazily falling shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“This is just what I need.” He thought, a sigh slipping into the air in a cold mist.

Clambering and cluttering startled the German, instinctively reaching for his pistol as he noticed a stray zombie dragging itself out of a broken tomb in the wall. Landing itself on the floor with a hefty thud, the lofty creature staggered to its feet, and began lumbering towards Richtofen.

He raised his arm, squinting subtly as he stared down the barrel of the gun, and with ultimate precision, Edward fired a bullet directly through the zombie’s skull, sending splatters of blood flying askew, a few droplets landing on the exposed pages of the Kronorium.

Staring blankly as the creature crumbled into a heap of itself on the floor, Edward let his arm fall to his side, turning his nose up at the disgusting sight of the fallen undead soldier. He stepped over the zombie and headed towards the table, huffing when he noticed specks of blood painting the books’ pages.

An intrusive thought suddenly dawned on him, making his eyes shoot wide open in realisation.

“Did she even make it out of the bunker alive?” His mind yelled.

Ruminating on the thought of the bunker caving in on someone, or being trampled on by one of those giant robots, above all, had never made Richtofen cringe so badly before. He couldn’t put his finger on what made him this way now. A mere glimpse over someone else's shoulder was not enough to know the girl personally. So why did he grimace at the thought?

Despite how harsh it sounded in his mind, he didn’t care for her. She was merely a disruption to his storyline, someone that he convinced himself was of no interest, or better yet, of no gainful use to him.

But just why was a distant part of him longing to simply see her face again?

Deep down in his bitter heart, Edward felt guilty about abandoning the bunker so hastily. He was certain that the other men would save themselves, but was entirely unsure of her aftermath. Even if she did survive the collapse of the bunker, Edward stirred on the thought of the undead chasing her down, or even the thought of the other men interrogating her. Or worse...

He flipped the cover of the book over in a huff, closing it so harshly to emit a shrilling slap to bounce off the walls, now standing alone with the feeling of defeat.

-X-

The undead swarmed the land in higher numbers than ever before, becoming increasingly difficult to battle as the torrential rain battered the grounds.

Mutated soldiers, clad in heavy armour equipped with flame-throwers built into their steel suits, proved a monstrosity to defeat. With no logical plan devised at such a short notice, the foursome resulted in almost depleting their entire stock of ammunition when it hunted them down.

Waves of zombies fluctuated endlessly, rarely allowing the foursome a chance to rest. However, during that time they had managed to restore power to the barren lands, using the generators dotted scarcely.

Rain drenched their clothes, virtually weighing them down like anchors with their heavy gear strapped to their bodies. Keeping close by to one another, seemed to be their only tactic for survival at this point, for the gushing rain acted as a sheet they could hardly see through at long distance.

“We can’t keep fighting in these conditions!” The girl shouted over the deafening sounds of rain and gunfire.

“Do you have any better ideas?” Dempsey yelled, not intending for his words to sound so harsh towards her.

Nikolai sent Dempsey a death-glare when he heard his bitter tone again, however, the American failed to notice.

“She’s right. We’ll be ambushed.” The Russian retorted loudly.

Dempsey sent a scoff the Russian’s way.

Fortunately at that moment, the hordes seem to ease, with just a few stray zombies staggering towards them, making it much simpler to take them down from a distance.

The girl reloaded her rifle, as did the men standing nearby, counting their munitions. Just before Takeo sheathed his katana, he noticed a zombie limping towards them. Towards her...

She stood with her head bowed from the rain, preoccupied with stocking her weapons and adjusting her gear. That’s when the creature’s pace quickened as it caught sight of her.

“Behind you, (Y/n).” He warned, but the girl only faintly heard him.

Takeo lunged forward when the zombie neared dangerously close, coming up beside her, his stance stretched as he unsheathed his blade in a flash, his movements swift and majestic as he sliced the creature’s head clean off its body.

The girl had jumped back startled by the sudden movements, placing a hand over her racing heart. He peered at her, somewhat anxiously, noticing her staring back with her mouth agape ever so slightly

“Thanks, Takeo.” She breathed.

She watched Takeo as he pinched and dragged two fingers across the length of his blade, wiping away blood flay. He gave her a single affirmative nod in response.

A disruptive sound of someone harshly clearing their throat made the girl spin on her heel, her expression quickly changing into a look of disapproval as she immediately glared at Dempsey, who pretended to be observing his knife in his hands. Nikolai stood a fair distance to the side of the American, smiling weakly when she looked his way.

The girl stepped forward towards the trio of men that came together.

“Looks like we have a break.” She surmised, looking between the boys eyeing her intently. “But there’s no way I’m gonna see through another horde like that without ammo.”

Dempsey agreed, nonchalantly motioning to his own weapon. “Me, too. My gun’s empty.”

(Y/n) hummed. “Perhaps loading everything you had into that armoured zombie wasn’t the best idea.”

“What was I supposed to do? That thing was backing you into a corner.” The American reasoned, immediately regretting his choice of words when she looked at him in surprise.

“Well, it’s nice to know you’re looking out for me.” She feigned a smug grin, sending a rosy hue across his face.

Nikolai couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face when he heard her witty comment, looking back at her sheepishly when the girl glanced at him.

Takeo studied his surroundings, ignoring the bickering. The mound central of the dig site had piqued his interest the moment the girl handed him the map in the church. Judging from that map, there was a site underground still to explore, and a German to find, above all.

“Perhaps we should search the mound.” Takeo’s suggested, intervening the bickering.

In unison, everyone turned to the mound just a short walk away.

She walked up to stand beside the Asian, looking up towards the mound over-towering the grounds.

“Takeo’s right.” She agreed. “We haven’t searched there yet.”

Takeo’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name rolling of her tongue so lusciously, but desperately pushed his fondness aside, scolding himself for a brief moment of defocus on his mission.

“Maybe we’ll find the German up there.” Nikolai added in his gruff voice, shrugging his shoulders.

Dempsey grumbled. “I fucking hope so.”

(Y/n) trudged ahead of the men as they began walking up narrow wooden slopes, as pathways seeming more like scaffolding, leading to the core of the mound.

She dared not to peek over her shoulder, for she was already aware of the very obvious eye-balling from the American. She could feel his stare. Those gorgeous blue eyes of his, roaming freely over her body. She hated just how much it flustered her.

‘Ignore him. Just focus on your mission.’ She told herself.

Kicking rocks and debris aside with her boot, the girl stepped into the centre of the mound. Tower stone pillars arched acutely at the tip, embedded with patches of a illuminated blue substance, circled the area in which they stood. A machine, appearing as a short ancient sculpture made of stone, with a skull embedded in its design above a carved and hallowed out slit in the middle. Upon further inspection, there were gears inside. Just what the machine was used for, left the crew speculating. But presumably it had a higher purpose than any other machine they had seen, for it was protected at the top of the mound.

They wandered warily for a moment, until Nikolai called out.

“There is an entrance into some tunnels here.” He spoke generally to all present, but glanced to the girl specifically.

She was the first to wander over to the Russian, looking downwards at a gaping hole in the ground, with a wooden pathway leading further inside what seemed like a cave. Dempsey and Takeo soon followed, taking a look at the makeshift path themselves, the interior of the room lacking any light source.

“This is just what that map had drawn on it...” She trailed off, looking back at Takeo who nodded in agreement.

Prepared to enter the crypt, the girl keenly took a step forward, only to be met with Dempsey’s arm swiftly reaching across her to block her path.

“Hold it, missy.” He smirked. “I got this.”

She scoffed as Dempsey instantly moved a step forward when the sound of a shotgun cocking made him halt abruptly.

“Says the man with no ammunition.” Nikolai asserted, sounding unimpressed.

Without a word, Nikolai trudged past Dempsey, not even batting an eye in his direction. If he had, the Russian would have seen the way he glowered at him.

(Y/n) followed in Nikolai’s footsteps hastily. Down a rickety narrow slope, he lead them into a catacomb of ancient ruins, embellished with sovereign monuments, and no light to illuminate the place, but that of rocks carved to bare the very same glowing blue mineral they had seen in countless places about the grounds.

Dempsey and Takeo came just after the girl, observing the site of the ruins cautiously. Heading further down, an array of cluttered tables and workbenches came into view, with prehistoric artefacts lying on top, and a tall raven-haired man standing hunched slightly before them.

The girl instantly recognised the man, shoving her way past Nikolai and storming towards him.

“There you are, you slippery bastard!” Her shrilling voice echoed, bouncing off the walls and startling him.

Her pace quickened to reach the German. Grabbing his arm firmly, she spun him around, nearly tripping him over his own feet, and shoved him forcefully back into the table, emitting a crash and strangled yelp from him on impact

Utter fear spread across his face when she grasped him firmly by his shirt collar, his breath hitching when her face came inches from his.

“You’ve got some serious explaining to do!” She spat in fury. “Do you know what hell we’ve been through?”

Had the girl peered over her shoulder in that moment, she would have seen the confound faces of the men behind her. Each of them astounded by her ferocity and will to confront a mad man so closely. Especially the Russian, who was visibly flustered by her sudden burst of ferity.

Shoving herself away from the German, he saved himself from toppling back from her hard push, panting from where his breath held hitched.

Richtofen briefly appeared to be gawking at her. From where his mouth hung agape as he drew in quick breaths, his eyes enlarged and startled, he almost lost himself in a daze if not for a brute American accent catching his attention.

“Are you gonna let us in on what’s going on here?” Dempsey urged angrily. “What are those things?”

Richtofen knew just what he was talking about. Those stalking, filthy, rotten corpses...

“There is no time to explain.” He retorted in a panic, turning his back to them.

Weapons cocking in unison made the German freeze. His body stiffened as he warily pivoted, more so glancing over his shoulder to see his intruders standing with their weapons locked on him. The girl stood a small distance in front of the men, glaring him in the eye.

He sheepishly shifted his gaze between them all as he stuttered, “Uh- We need to start up the conversion generators.”

“Already done it.” She snapped, her jaw clenching.

Richtofen began to sweat, feeling his state of fret exacerbate. The intensity of her stare running up and down him wavered his composure.

“Then we must leave here. They will return soon.” Richtofen urged, placing his hand atop the Kronorium.

The girl had noticed the way he protected it from the beginning, only raising her suspicions.

“We? Yeah right.” Dempsey’s sarcastic voice made the German look his way.

She turned her head slightly, speaking over her shoulder. “Dempsey, as much as I hate to disagree with you right now, he’s right.”

Both Dempsey and Nikolai countered her words with a quick moment of shock, also noticing Takeo gazing at her in surprise when she spun around to face the men directly.

“Let’s face it,” She began to voice. “He’s probably the only man alive who knows this place in and out.”

“He’s the enemy, (Y/n).” Dempsey told, a blank look on his face.

“And you’re also my enemy.” She retorted, looking at each man individually. “But I think surviving is more important right now, don’t you think?”

Dempsey fought the urge to storm off at her argument, but mysteriously, he felt the need to keep his eyes glued to the German at all times. As well as Nikolai and Takeo, Dempsey noticed an unsettling glint to his eye, something that he didn’t like. Especially when he watched the German take a gander at the girl when her back was turned to him. It riled him up inside.

The trio she faced shared an irritated expression, to which they all looked at each other, silently agreeing with her.

Sternly, she spoke. “We still need ammo, remember.”

Richtofen hesitantly piped up. “There are a few ammunition stashes that I know of.”

(Y/n) pivoted when she heard the German’s voice, instantly noticing the way he stared at her, merely observing him as he straightened his posture. The pleading look in the German’s eye almost made the girl pity him.

Richtofen knew rightfully in his own mind that he was untrustworthy for his actions in account of participating in obliterating civilization entirely. However, here and now, the girl he was faced with seemed to be the only one that was wise enough to be sensible about the situation. He found himself admiring her for that.

“I could show you where those stashes are.” There was a faint hint of apprehensiveness in Richtofen’s tone.

Despite how he spoke predominantly to the foursome before him, the way his eyes settled on the girl virtually pleaded for her accord only.

Dismissing the dirty looks she received when she peered over her shoulder, (Y/n) gave a single nod to the German.

“Lead the way.”

-X-

Searching for ammunition stashes proved to be more than just a simple task. As well as fending off hordes of the undead, throughout the entirety of any break they were granted, bickering ensued between the boys, typically instigated by Dempsey.

If not for the girl’s voice of reasoning, and will to clap back at his sarcasm, the American would never stop talking. Although, it almost seemed that Dempsey was making witty remarks on purpose, to spark a reaction from her, for his own enjoyment. Especially when she would flash a smirk his way, Dempsey knew it stirred a disapproving reaction from Nikolai and Takeo.

Remaining a short distance ahead, Richtofen led the group across muddy trails, evidently cautious of his every step as he peered downwards to avoid slipping. A couple of times, the German made wary glances over his shoulder, presumably to check that he was still being tailed. But unbeknownst to the group, he was secretly admiring her.

Richtofen was baffled at how anyone could remain so well-presented and fiercely composed in the face of madness. The way she carried herself, standing tall, her eyes always level with her enemies, braving the undead with not a glimmer of fear in her eye.

Leading them into a dimly lit and cluttered bunker, Richtofen stepped quickly inside, the girl following a few steps behind.

“Here.” The German moved aside, motioning to towers of wooden crates and metal cases.

The men had trudged in wearily behind, their eyes fixated on the German entirely.

“Take all the supplies that you need.” Richtofen told before walking away to another area within the bunker.

“You guys go ahead and stock up.” (Y/n) said quietly, all the while eyeing Richtofen as he moved a lantern onto a workbench he stood by.

She listened to the numerous footsteps sounding behind her as the trio hastily made their way over to the supply crates.

Intently, she observed the German for a moment, watching as he fumbled to pull things from crates and boxes nearby, moving so jaggedly, that he was bound to trip over his own feet as he went from table to table almost in a fret. She squinted, merely eyeing him with a puzzled look on her face.

Why did he seem so unbothered by the fact that four people were just trying to kill him?

And how did she find herself getting lost in a daze as she admired him from afar?

Despite how she only viewed him from behind, her eyes were roaming freely over him while he had his back turned. His figure was tall and broad at the shoulders, yet slightly slimmer, and narrower at the waistline than the other men. Clad in a white shirt, dulled and dampened in colour by the rain, presented neatly with a light murky green waistcoat over the top. Her eyes followed down the length of his figure, eyeing his rear for a minute longer than she dared to admit, and further down his lanky legs.

She tugged at the collar of her coat, all of a sudden finding the garment restricting as her face heated up, her face boldly flushed a cherry hue.

“(Y/n).” A voice called, making her jump back to reality.

Spinning on her heel, the girl was faced with Dempsey eyeing her with a stupid smirk on his face. She crossed her arms, sheepishly making eye contact as her face heated up even more when Dempsey’s smirk transformed into a small grin.

“You know, for a guy you’ve just met-” He began.

“Yeah, yeah, save it.” The girl hastily cut his words short, huffing in annoyance.

The American’s cocky demeanour really grated her... In a strange way that made her cheeks red and heart flutter.

“You oughta get yourself suited up.” Dempsey urged.

Wiping a hand over her face, she lazily walked towards the men situated by the supply stash. Nikolai perched on the corner of a large crate, a smile tugging at his lips when she glanced at him as she walked up beside him. She began rummaging around the crate, chewing her lip as she thought to herself.

Nikolai observed her with curiosity and awe. For a girl extensively trained with firearms, one would not expect to see such a delicate touch. She stocked her weapons magazine to its limit, her agility and precision astounding as her movements flowed steadily with each bullet she loaded.

The girl had clocked his attentive stare from the moment she began restocking her weapons, silently pleading Nikolai hadn’t noticed the way she had almost fumbled with the bullets between her fingers, almost finding the thought of those gorgeous blue eyes of his, watching her intently to be disruptive.

“You work with absolute precision.” Nikolai commented, faintly startling her with his gruff accent.

She met his eyes and for a brief moment the Russian appeared anxious before he babbled again.

“I mean you have very steady hands. Unlike myself-” He mumbled the last few words with a nervous chuckle.

Almost smugly, she hummed. “I beg to differ.”

Nikolai gave her a sheepish grin, to which she returned a soft smile.

Just as the atmosphere seemed tranquil, clambering and cluttering emitted from the other room. Startled, the girl spun on her heel, standing bravely with her pistol raised before her, but hesitantly lowering her weapon when a series of curses in German tumbled out in annoyance. She rolled her eyes and returned her gun to its holster.

“The German seems... skittish.” Nikolai commented under his breath, although loud enough for the girl to hear.

“You’re telling me.” She crossed her arms, slouching back on a supply crate.

The Russian seemed to lowly chuckle to himself, causing the girl to raise a brow. She kept her gaze fixated on the doorway in which lead to Richtofen, somewhat expecting him to step out in a flurry.

“Perhaps he is scared you’ll threaten him again.” Nikolai quipped.

She laughed faintly.

“Well, perhaps he should tell us what we’re all doing here.” She raised her voice slightly, intentionally for the German to hear.

Her voice caught the attention of the other men present, each of them directing their line of vision to the doorway Richtofen soon stepped through.

The German appeared windswept with his untamed hair, presumably running his hands through it often. Frustration was apparent on his face as his brows scrunched faintly. His sharp eyes fell on her instantly, his gaze virtually scrutinizing her for disturbing him.

Takeo and Dempsey stood somewhat defensively nearby, apprehensive of the German’s next move.

“What’s going on here, Doc?” The American growled in annoyance, asserting harshness on his medical title.

Richtofen huffed, straightening his posture.

“The state of the universe is facing a collapse.” Edward told bluntly, knowing rightfully his explanation was bound to be called out.

He was met with three blank faces, followed by a dramatic eye-roll and unimpressed chuckle from the American. The German glowered at him, and with a huff, continued to speak.

“All of you may want to reconsider your mission-” Edward made a quick, apprehensive glance to the floor. “For it is essential that we move as one, for the sake of survival.”

The girl observed the men, noticing that Dempsey was verging on bursting with an interjection for the German, his lips pressed into a line and his fists clenched certainly proved it.

“We’re just supposed to take your word on that and get along as friends?” Dempsey’s almost growled.

“No.” The German clapped back. “I’m expecting you to take my word so that you can ensure that you won’t die.”

(Y/n) gazed to the floor as she smirked at his blunt comeback.

Richtofen huffed. “There are urgent matters we must attend to, and I can tell you more in due time-”

His eyes darted between the foursome before him, in turn eyeing him sceptically.

“But, trust me, I do not speak lightly when I say that there’s a war to be won.”

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i recently made a statement on most of my socials stating that i'm going to "hang my hat" for a while...

i've done some deep thinking and come to the conclusion that certain aspects are keeping me from moving forward, bettering myself, and overall feeling happy.. so i've packed in social media. deleted all my posts and gone private. in short, the negative impact it has on my mental health is surely taking its toll, and i've lost sight of myself.

however, i'm still around on tumblr as this is my only place of sanctity, and just to clarify, i'm not deleting any of my posts here!

i know i've made statements like this before, but this is serious. i have fundamental plans i want to put into action and can not do so with unnecessary stress on my shoulders. so for a while, i'm an anonymous soul.

be safe all 🩷

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