#aitor x oc

[simpingwriter]

#5 Aitor x Casey 'The Leaves of Betrayal and Trust'

Note: I just wrote a new CV + Cover Letter for my search on a new job, finished up the Oneshot, proofread it on my app AND fixed all cursives and fat accented words/sentences. i feel so incredibly dead inside : ]

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It has been a few hours since you went after Waltz, you managed to get the key back and made some... unsettling revelations.

You were indeed one of the tested kids.

Though one of them in Seneux, at which Waltz was just shortly towards the end to finish the last bits of whatever it was that got tested on Aiden, you and the other kids, you felt the same anger towards him that Aiden had. Which only magnified the previous anger you already had after what happened in the GRE tunnel. Speaking of that event...

There has been no contact from the PK ever since the accident happened and you're running in circles due to your worry, biting you nails about all the things that could be going on. The worst: When you went to the PK Base to just get direct feedback, he was not in there. The medics of the Peacekeepers only told you that he was not in this base. Alive, but not here.

The last place you could've thought about was the Central Loop, where you luckily now found a way into thanks to the Sniper who shot Hakon back then, her name being Lawan who also was a victim of the GRE, oh what a small world it was. While Aiden and her are busy celebrating something as trivial as simple lights, you didn't see the amazing appeal in them as they weren't unusual in Seneux. Never have been.

Instead, you used your binoculars to scout out some places, noting some spots for looting, some for the inhibitors that Aiden needed and especially for Save spots. But most importantly: Aitor's possible location.

When you saw the floating object in the sky with the PKs blue and white emblem on it, you knew you had your next place to go to.

"Casey? Aren't you a tiny bit happy?? LIGHTS! They are back on!" Lawan cheered, her personality having a sudden 180 when she saw what happened. You looked at the now bright skyscrapers and shrugged, "Where i come from, they are a bit brighter. Nothing special, get over it..." You mumble disinterested before making your way off the roof, she treated you like you're invisible, so you can return the "kindness" your own way. Thankfully you had your energy back now since some time, but you still need answers.

You ignore her angry comment that was targeted back at you, knowing she won't understand you and you won't understand her. Questionable if you'll even manage to get along with each other in the future. If there even was a future for her.

"Jesus, slow down, Casey!" Aiden shouts behind you as you use some rope to get across two roofs, planning on continuing your route as quick as you could. But you stop for him, almost taking a tumble down FAR from your abrupt stop, balancing out your weight with your arms before turning around to look at him, "What?" "I get it, Seneux never was as "primitive" as most settlements after the fall...but don't you think you could show some empathy for it as well, for her? She saved us from Waltz when he went nuts!"

Sighing, you turn back around on your heels, you should've know it's nothing important, "You. She saved you. I was just an add-on during her rescue. Ever realize that she ignored me until a few moments ago?"

Not waiting for his answer, you continue your ever growing way across the roofs, cushioning your next land with a roll since it was a bit further down than the last roof. You didn't care if he got angry at you for your opinion. If you're supposed to live after the rules of Villedor, you would. Which includes looking after yourself first.

It was his choice if he wanted to come along with you anymore, the one person who carried his ass more often than it was the other way around, or with a woman that had a hit list on which anyone could end up.

He knew you didn't do such things. He knew you didn't keep a hidden Hit list that was possibly miles long. You were very open about it. Someone hurts you, you make them pay back.

Someone betrays you, you make them pay back.

No grudges for weeks or months. You take them out of their misery before it can eat you up.

You were half way at the...was it an actual giant freighter? Let's say it is a modified one. You were half way at the ship when you realized a problem: how would you get up there??

"Casey? Casey are you there?"

The voice. Brooks? You fumble down the mic of your headset, using the button on the side of the headset to let your voice through, "Brooks, is that really you? Are you alright? Where are you? Where is Aitor?" You wanted to smack yourself for sounding so worried. It makes you sound so pathetic, so weak.

"Personally, yes, i am fine. Thanks for making sure we were not left on our own after what happened in the Tunnel. And Aitor... it's better if you get to see yourself. If you're safely in the Central Loop, keep your eyes out for a shi-" "I am already there." You return quickly before he could finish his sentence, a laugh accompanied by a hard cough following through the headset, "He is right, you ARE fucking quick. In that case I will let them know to let you in. Give me a few minutes."

While you wait for more instructions, you see where the ship is anchored, so you quickly hop down to the entrance. A few PK guards step up to you to stop your from going further until one takes a better look at you, "Heyyyy! You're the little woman Hepper described! Can't believe he got actually saved by someone your size..." A guard says loudly, patting you on you shoulder, turning around to the others guards that got alerted by your sudden presence to let them know too, "That's Casey, if i remember right, Aitor, Hepper, Brooks and Jackson are alive because of her immediately making sure they had no greater injuries. We got to thank her-" "No need, i only did what I felt was needed. They got into that mess in the tunnel because of us, so i had to help, i would've felt guilty otherwise..."

Behind him you see one of them, Hepper, coming up. He was the one looking worst before hand, but he seems like he got over the worst crazy fast, using a crutch to lean onto. His right leg was in a cast and he wore bandages over and under his t-shirt, a cast on his neck. "Shut up, you moron, we would've gone there without you and the damned pilgrim anyways, we had an open debt with him already which we wanted to deal with. Without you, we would've been dead meat, don't be too humble, it doesn't fit you at all." He grunts, grinning widely after he decided to wash your head.

Then Brooks came back through on your headset, "I hear you already found the Wharf, good. Tell them that you need to go through. They'll know."

"Brooks, I'm guessing?" Hepper asks with one brow pulled up as you nod after telling Brooks that you're on your way, "Guys, let her through, she's her because of the commander. She's here to help him!" He shouts to the guards further at the entrance, them hurrying to get it open immediately, stumbling over themselves at the harsh tone of Hepper. They nod at you as you step past them and make your way up to the ship. Your eyes widen at it, you didn't expect it in the first place, but on the inside it was looking just as amazing. Not "pretty" but your heart being all with defense and efficiency, it beats for this big metallic mess, you love it!

Brooks gets to you before anyone can question you about who you were, especially dodging someone who looked like he had an incredibly high rank as Brooks pulled you past the man without giving him the courtesy of introducing himself — later he would turn out to be the PK leader Jack Matt, but that wasn't your priority at that moment...— and lead you in front of a door that read 'medical bay', taking you all the way through to the end of the hall. "I will let him and the others talk to you after you're done talking with the doctor. I know he's your priority right now, don't worry."

With that, you slowly open the door, starting to shake at the fear of how bad his condition might be if they had to bring him here. The first and only thing your eyes focus on in the room is his body lying on a white hospital bed, he was breathing — obviously, otherwise he wouldn't be in the med bay — but his eyes seemed to be closed. Either unconscious or sleeping. Your legs began walking on their own, until you ran to his side, tears spiking in your eyes till they began to overflow.

"Aitor...Aitor, oh my...oh my god..." You whimper out quietly in case he was actually just sleeping, taking one of his hands gently and slowly into yours as you choke on your words. This was your fault. You shouldn't have let them know Waltz was in the tunnel...you should've let them know something was off about Waltz when you saw him. You should've been able to fight him before he hurt Aitor or his men.

Your tears are rolling down your cheeks, dripping on the white bed sheets, feeling so very dizzy at the sight of him, he was your rock since a few weeks, now he looked so...weak. So vulnerable, until a hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality, it was the doctor that probably took care of Aitor until now. "And you are?" "I'm-"

"Exactly, who are you if you don't mind asking?! Storming into this room without any allowance! How do you know him, how do you know my husband, missy?" A female's voice stops you from telling the literal reason why you're here as you look up from your spot on the floor when you sank to your knees. "My name is Casey, i was just abo-" again, she interrupts you, "You have no reason to stay here, get out before i'll have you thrown out!" She yells, the doctor gesturing to her to be more quiet because of Aitor, letting you basically know that he was indeed sleeping. Then Brooks steps into the room, hearing the very loud one sided argument that just began.

"I'm sorry, Patricia, but Casey here saved his life. Without her he would already be no longer alive."

You need to thank him later for leaving out the fact that you're kinda dating, but you guess your initial reaction may have spoken enough on its own already.

"Wait...what?" On the other side of the bed, you only realize now too, stood a young boy and a girl. Was that...you thought...

"Does that mean, you're the one who saved our dad?"

So you're thinking right, it is his son and his...daughter? But he told you he had a son, not a daughter as well?

"One could say so, yes. Trust me, i will do anything to save him. That's why I'm here." At that new knowledge, the kids faces turn into something less sad until they actually smiled brightly at you, "Wowwww, thank you, you're so kindddd! You will really do that for our dad?! We thought the Survivors hated him?"

They thought you're a Survivor, you can't blame them, due to having to change clothes every once in awhile, your nicer, new clothes from Seneux got all dirty, stored in a chest in Aitor's bedroom. Now you had to wear the same clothes as everyone else in Old Villedor.

"Oh, I'm not from here, actually. You could say: from far far away!" You smile back and answer gently. On the inside you cringe slightly at the thought of ever belonging to such a mess of a group like the Survivors. Then you feel one of the Patricia's hands roughly grab you at the shoulder, "Then how about you finally do what you promised and find some fucking medicine? Hmm? Otherwise i do NOT want to see you here again! And don't you dare come back with anything from these healers!"

What a banshee. Eugh.

"Now wait a second, Patricia, she doesn't even know where to start! Casey, come over here and listen closely to where you could find some medicine." The doctor interrupts her, carefully taking you from the woman's tight grip and over to the other side of the room. There, he explained to you that you had to find an healer called Margaret living on Culvert Island, which is in the City and somewhat nearby. She would most likely know what to do and how to do it.

With now knowing your new mission and next steps, you plan to go one last second at Aitor's side to promise your return and maybeeee to throw his wife off guard and tell him you love him. But this wasn't the time to cause figurative forest fires and family disputes. Not yet at least. So instead you go back to the room's entrance and turn back to Aitor and his kids, a kind smile grazing your features, "I will get him the medicine he needs, i can promise you that. He would save me too..."

With that, you leave with Brooks at your side, knowing exactly the last sentence hurt his wife just as much without being too obvious. Yet you don't even know...would he actually do the same for you? Or did only you feel this much for your relationship?

You can't waste his time like this, you remember, throwing your worries somewhere into the back of you mind. This wasn't about you, it was about his life right now.

Sadly, you now didn't have the chance to introduce yourself to the people from the beginning, but that could happen once you knew Aitor is recovering.

"Don't worry about Patricia... she's... she's always like that. I guess it's the unofficial reason why he took the Lieutenant position in old Villedor back then. I wouldn't spend a day with her without going crazy. He probably had to gag her during sex with a piece of cloth, don't see it working out otherwise, you know? She has a very nice face, sure, but the moment she starts complaining about something she doesn't like during that, you go soft like a Ballon without air." Brooks went off on her, complaining about her himself already like he was married to her. Of course it was weird hearing the fact that he somehow had sex with that witch...but his kids had to come from somewhere. And of course there must've been a time when he loved her, when she wasn't such a terrible person.

She planned to cheat on him but still acted like everything was fine between them, defensive over him like she could call him his own even after what he found out about her.

But hearing that you weren't the only one having an immediate problem with this woman, it calmed you down. It wasn't jealousy on its own, in that case, she was just really hard to like in the first place.

You thank Brooks for escorting you back to the Ship's entrance at the ground level and promised him that you'd get back soon with the medicine. Hepper had already left the Wharf again, probably in bed since he had to let his wounds heal and he just put on a show for you to look like he was definitely fit again, yeah. But he called you the moron...right.

You were a few roofs away from the Ship when you stop to turn around and take another look at it, it's size kind of intimidating. Then you see a familiar face jump up a roof next to you, coming towards you. Aiden. And he was grumpy, from what his face was "saying", which wasn't much with the mouth guard.

Maybe he finally wants to talk like a normal person to you? Good joke, Casey, really.

"There you fucking are, i have been looking all over for you. Lawan told me to let you cool off on your own for now, but i thought I had to find you anyways, you just can't disappear like that without telling us where you're going." You're supposed to tell HIM where you're going? What are you? His stupid pet or his kid?

"Why should I even think about that? Telling you two where I am going?! I think you forgot who got the experience! Pilgrim or not, we both once agreed that I take the lead during our work together, that I decide on our plans. NOW I'M SUPPOSED TO CLOCK IN AND CLOCK OUT OR WHAT?" You shout, your suppressed emotions you just held back in the med bay, before with Lawan and even earlier with Waltz coming back up. After all these weeks of working together, he acts like this!

You remember his words, his surprise at your abilities of planning, strategizing and especially in combat. How he said he would follow your lead whenever you needed his help. Where did this all go?

"I told Lawan about what happened in the tunnel while you were further ahead on our way to the City..." He did what? What ever became out of the "I won't tell anyone about what happened here with us if you don't either", what did he even make out of that promise?!

"I thought we had promised to tell no-" "She said i shouldn't trust you anymore..."

And of course he believes her. He knows her for a few hours and eats out of her hand like it's the cure for the virus! "And you of course follow her words without a second thought! Ever thought about possibly her being the untrustworthy, hmm?"

During all that, you realize you HAVE to get to Margaret soon or you could never look at yourself in the mirror ever again. That's why you turn around and continue moving, ignoring whether he was able to keep up or not.

You did NOT need a backstabber like him on your mission.

"Don't run away from the truth, you know it yourself, Casey!" He shouts behind you until he had your pace somewhat copied, still lagging behind as always, "You're dangerous!" He ends, almost missing a jump when you abruptly stop, few stops away from the described house Steven — the doctor — told you about. It was definitely Margaret's house, a small sign with herbs decorating it confirming your suspicion. "Dangerous? Than what are you?! A saint? A protector? You're just as dangerous as I am!"

"We are NOT the same! What you are... it's... it's a monster!" "So what you are isn't one? What is it then? Tell me!" He stops shortly, looking to the ground with a questioning glare before looking back at you, fiercer than before, "I didn't have as much fun as you seemed to have." He adds with a harsh tone, his eyes feeling like full of fear and anger at the same time. He was afraid of you?

Did you have fun as you ripped them apart? The problem was, you can't say anything about that, you don't remember HOW you felt, WHAT you felt...you remember barely ANYTHING that happened in those few seconds. It was all blurry. "If you can't understand that you're a serious hazard for all these innocent people, Lawan said we have to...we have to neutralize you, and it's the last thing I want, believe me..."

It all came from her. Of course he would listen to the one woman that showed a sliver more of interest in him than simple friendship, only thinking with the dick in his pants! His idea of trust was sickening you. No wonder other settlements that had it worse than Seneux, those that couldn't afford any loses, that they didn't like working with people like him, it now no longer surprised you. Especially if they were ALL like him.

Quick to trust and break said trust, especially with the wrong people. Especially quick to throw away a build up friendship. They acted like everything of the past was lost. Like they had to take what they got instead of seeing the broader picture and realizing a civil personality instead of acting like brutes and thieves would get them much further, no matter if this was the end of the world now or not.

"Excuse me, oh great neutralizer and saviour for your new 'queen', but i have to be a monster for a hot minute and save my boyfriend's live...i promised his children." You throw back, jumping down the closest roof before knocking at the door of Margaret's place of staying.

It didn't take long, explaining what was wrong and asking for her advice. It was something you have heard quite a lot of in Seneux, and even collected and sometimes used both end products. Positive and negative news. Recluse Leaves.

The big leaves made an incredible potent poison, it's dosage edging on dangerous to lethal with just a little drop too much, the leaves themselves as the pure herb giving no clue about how much of the poisonous chemical was present in it itself until it get's purified into said poison...clear and tasteless, apart from a slight grassy aftertaste if taken orally. But till you'd taste said aftertaste...it could already be soon your bloody end, unless you had the antidote in less than a day.

The small leaves instead are known to create one of the best antihemorrhagic agents in the new world, with medicine that did the same work getting kinda rare in places like Villedor. Seneux did use the small Recluse Leaves as well in some situations, but trading deals with German Towns that also kept up after the Fall got you fresh medicine as well, the biggest town having a big pharma laboratory within it's now again steadily growing walls.

And the small leaves are obviously the ones you have to take with you now, luckily during the night, as it was incidentally night right now. Thank god, indeed, as Brooks' voice suddenly came through your headset again, asking for you to hurry up, Aitor's condition was getting worse quickly for some reason.

All the doctor did was leave Patricia alone for a few minutes while showing the kids how the med bay worked with blood tests even now after the Fall. What...what did he want to tell you with that? Did he think that she had something to do with his sudden decline?

"What took you so long in ther-", you interrupt him, pulling two clean jars from your backpack. You will definitely take some big leaves for yourself along...one never knew if they need a quick way to deal with someone, "Shut up for a moment, i need to concentrate. If you have nothing better to do other than to monitor all my steps like you said, do me a bloody favor and fuck off, it's the least you can do after betraying me like this!"

Not muttering another word, you went to look at some of the spots Margaret circled on your map of the city. And soon you had what you wanted, sealing both jars, making sure to take first the small leaves and then the big leaves to not have ANY chance of the poisonous chemical being left on the small leaves after you touch them. Wiping your hands on your slightly ripped camouflage cargo pants, you feel his presence behind you.

"Didn't i tell you to fuck o-" "Give me the jars, Casey...or i have to take them by force."

Standing up, you scoff, taking off your backpack to place them back inside anyways. There was no way that you'd hand him the very thing that can save or kill Aitor, or kill anyone, to be more specific. "Why should I? This isn't your concern." You reply after securing the big backpack back on your back, straps digging in slightly as you had too much stuff in it.

"Question in return: What is what..what is the poison, what is the medicine?" It wasn't a question out of curiosity. He thought he knew something that you didn't and you bet your ass it came from the same person as before. "Medicine is made of the small leaves and Poison of the big ones." It was a quick answer, walking past him before giving him a chance of an immediate reply.

Only once as you got both back on the safety of the roofs, just as you're about to set on for a big jump to get your boost till you reached the ship again, he speaks up, grabbing your arm just too tightly for your liking, a sharp yelp of pain leaving your mouth as he pushes you against a hut's wall, glaring at you, "So you think i am stupid? Has whatever is in your mind made it go mad entirely. Lawan explained it entirely the other way around! Are you trying to kill Aitor, are you still thinking straight up there?! You should be called a praying mantis if that's your plan. Make them fall in love with you and later on kill them while the can't defend themselves!"

He thought you want to poison Aitor, was HE now fully out of his mind, is this what happened when you let him out of your sight? Did he not think even once about what she told him? Killing Aitor, alone the thought of doing so made your stomach twist uncomfortably, feeling absolutely sick afterwards. You would never be capable of such a thing and alone that he thought such a thing just because she planted such a conspiracy theory in his brain caused you to hold back a choked cry. You really thought you could trust him. Guess you were wrong.

You rip yourself free of his tight grip, rubbing the now sore spot on you arm before taking off without a second glance, word or thought.

The only thing important was getting the leaves to the doctor on the ship, and that's what you did.

You sat on a chair Steven gave to you after your legs gave out from stress, seeing a big blood stain under Aitor's now paler body. What has Patricia done?

"Is that enough of the leaves. I know...i know them myself but i don't use them all that much, only gathered them for our own doctors or my partners...", Your voice shook, not merely as head strong as you usually were at the moment. First Aiden's betrayal then the news that Aitor's health got worse suddenly. All you wanted to do was puke out your fear, your anger...all these negative emotions and feelings.

All you wanted was to hold this man back in your arms. Your small, feeble body held by his strong one, making sure the world never saw your weaknesses as you hid in his hug.

"Casey...?"

You hear his groggy, dry voice in the same moment you feel his hand squeeze yours back, your breath hitching at that, eyes looking down at him, and instead of closed ones, his blue gray orbs stared right back, nonetheless looking very tired and weak. "Don't... don't worry. He'll...fix me." He groans until you stop him from saying anything more with a hand on his mouth, just gently placing it there, not putting any pressure on him, "Aitor, don't talk just yet, let your wounds heal shut a bit and rest...then you can tell me everything you want to tell me- "

The door being kicked open by none other than Aiden stopped you from saying anything more other than showing visible annoyance at getting interrupted on talking to Aitor. Once having been happy to see his face, you now only felt anger towards him, the way he just threw you against a wall outside the ship and accused of wanting to murder the only man you ever felt something called "love" towards being the final degree to your boiling point.

"Don't give him the small leaves, she may want to poison him!"

He's done it. Sighing, you stand up and take away your hand from Aitor's mouth, his eyes scrunched up in confusion at the sudden appearance of Aiden. Said Pilgrim glares at you as you walk towards him, flexing your right hand, ready to knock him out if he continued to talk so much crap. "Steven, if you listen to him, Aitor is going to bleed out, give him the medicine, now." "If you give this liquid to Aitor, i guarantee you a bloody ending!" He growls right after me, Steven standing at an for him obvious cross road.

"If you don't trust me, look into her backpack." He points at the olive green backpack leaning against wall next to the wall until you push him up against the nearest wall with a growl. This was pay back for what he did just before this. "You idiot, take this back immediately. If he dies because of your inability to question the apparent facts, i will NEVER let you live this down. If he dies, i will make you regret EVERYTHING you did today!" You yell at him, pushing him up the wall with the sudden strength in your muscles, anger starting to bubble inside of you like in the Tunnel.

If you weren't careful, you'd make him a mess. A bloody mess that not even his mother would be able to see his face in. "You're a fucking freak." He simply mumbles as he struggles against your unrelenting grip on his clothes. He could be lucky that your anger didn't make your hands target his throat. He should thank you.

Then you got an idea.

"Steven?" "Uh, ah yes?" He stumbles over his words, breath slightly hitched as he watched you, with your size, push and shove Aiden up the wall by multiple inches and even keeping him there for a few moments longer than he expected. "Let Aitor decide. As a factual help i have worked and use— " "Hers...Please. The small leaves." He coughs quietly, nodding towards Steven as he nods back in agreement, like he trusted your knowledge as well.

But what made your eyes truly wet was the fact that Aitor trusted you in the first place, he didn't even have to think long or maybe at all to decide on whom to trust. Shit, this man gets you so weak in the knees and in the feels...

The feeling of happiness overpowered your anger, letting Aiden fall to the ground as sudden as he was up there, feeling his legs push against yours as he collapsed against the metal walls of the med bay to regain his senses in finally some silence.

Taking that moment, you quickly got back to Aitor's side, smile shining down to his weak but definitely present one. "Tha...thank you. Thank you, Casey. For everything you've done for me until now...I'm never forgetting that."

What was he talking about?

"What do you mean, you won't have to 'never forget', imma remind you till i fall apart to ashes..." you try to joke, but it feels like he means it. "Casey...i know what you're here for. You're here to speak for your people, for the Network. I'm just a piece in that plan...and now that you saw what kind of baggage i have with my wife..." He sighs, needing to breath in deeply to be able to continue. And as much as you wanted to shut him up again, whether with your hand like before or with your lips, you didn't. You needed to know what he meant.

"Now that you saw that i actually have a wife, that i wasn't joking about that like you sometimes thought, not a kind one at that, and two kids — about which i indeed lied to you, I'm sorry — it's probably even more unlikely for you to ever really love me back...". Silently you stare at him in shock, feeling your hands becoming sweaty as you saw something very unfamiliar in his eyes and on his now sorrowful instead of grumpy face, tears. He was crying...he was crying over you?

He loved you?!

"You...you what?" "Yeah...i know, me, Aitor, Commander of the feared Peacekeepers knowing what love is... especially in such a marriage as i'm in now. I'm sorry...for making your work that much harder now. I just—"

"I love you too."

The words fall from your lips so easily, like feathers yet it always felt during your whole life until now like you weren't worth these words, nonetheless worth uttering them. Love was a foreign feeling for you. For Aitor, maybe not, but it's meaning may has been lost to him for a while now until a few weeks ago.

"You do?" "Yes. You could call it love on first sight as well..." You confess, sighing as you hear shoes coming towards you all. It couldn't be Aiden, he was still silently on the floor from what you noticed noise wise.

Why did you always have to get interrupted when you two had a moment of quietness?

But who- "Oh so you love this whore, huh? You leave me all alone with the kids while you risk your pathetic live and fuck some random younger girl. And she isn't even a better catch than me, did you want to downgrade?"

Patricia. Of course she heard everything, just what you two needed. Aitor also audibly groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, "Is this a nightmare or why is my sleep paralysis demon here suddenly?" Ouch, that one must hurt if your own husband uses such words to describe you.

She pushes you out of her way, leaning down to Aitor, "Listen here you fucking idiot. Leave her or you'll never see your kids again...you get two days to think about who is more important to you!" She sneers with more attitude than an old world beauty pageant kid and now you can't unsee it as she turns back around to you, "And you...pick your enemies a bit better the next time. I can bite, not just bark, you will see that soon if you don't fuck off and go back to where you belong. Brainwashing my kids till they only talk about how cool you are and how your oh so fucking kind and nice towards them, i won't let it come even further."

She leaves everyone standing like that, not leaving any room for discussion, shoes leaving a slight click-clacking with every step she went down the hallway. Fear bubbles in you, you knew he will choose his kids over you, no matter how much she hurts him and maybe even hates his guts now. It's for his kids and because of them you also understand his decision.

"I'm sorry-" "I will find a way for us, i will keep you AND my kids, let me promise you something for once...after everything that you did for me, for us."

Judging by his tone...did he hear you when you were here the first time?

Smiling back at him, you nod softly, "And I'll do everything i can as well. As always."

As always. For him, you made everything possible. Even the impossible.

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[ghostthathaunts]

SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE A FANFIC ABOUT THIS MAN!!!! 😭😭😭

[simpingwriter]

Birthday-Bonus:

Incorrect but totally Correct Quotes for Aitor and Casey

Aiden: Words ending with 'ie' just sound adorable by nature, like Cutie, sweetie, cookie-

Emily, casually: Eyy homie!

Casey: But then there's cooties-

Jake, scared: Die.

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Aitor: How the fuck are we supposed to put a penny sized tracker onto Aiden without him noticing??

Casey: Hey, Aiden, i bet you on one inhibitor that you can't swallow this penny!

Aiden: *basically inhales the tracker* Pay up, bitch.

Aitor: ...

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Aiden: If i say 'i love you', will you say it back?

Casey: yes? Of course?

Aiden: !?!

Aiden: I love you!

Casey: It back, bitch.

Later:

Aitor: Why is Aiden crying?

Casey: *shrugs innocently*

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*Something crashes into the training area in Seneux*

Reactions:

Aitor: Shit—

Aiden: *runs outside in a panic* WHO GOT HURT!?

Casey: *walks by the crash calmly* What died?

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Aiden: I have a terrible feeling about this...

Casey: *chewing something* What chu mean?

Aiden: Do you ever get that small voice in your head that keeps warning you if you're about to do something that will definitely get you into trouble?

Casey, honest: No???

Aitor: That actually explains so much...

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Casey: Sometimes i like to place my hands onto somebody's cheeks, look into their eyes...

Aiden: *about to say she's cheesy*

Casey:...and violently jerk their head until their neck snaps.

Aiden: T-that took an unexpected turn...

Aitor: So did their neck.

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Casey, hungry and excited: Imma eat the chicken breast!

Eric, chuckling and drunk: Yeah, eat what you're lacking...

Casey, looking down at her full chest: ...

Aitor, deadpanning back at Eric: In that case, maybe you should order brains, monthly subscription as well...

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Aitor, about Casey: When she was born, the gods said "She's too perfect for this world."

Aiden: Please, when she was born, the devil said "Oh, competition!"

Casey: I...i can't really deny either...

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Aiden: Not gonna lie, sometimes I'm kinda afraid of Casey...

Aitor: As you should be...?

Aiden: No, for real, she kinda-

Aitor: As. You. Should. Be.

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Casey: When i said "Bring me something back from the beach." I meant something like a conch shell!

Aitor: *struggling to hold onto a seagull* Bloody fucking say that next time!

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Casey, Aiden and Aitor: *dangling above a fire pit by nothing but some rope*

Casey: Remember when I said I'd tell you when we're in too deep?

Aitor: Yes?

Aiden: Let me guess...

Casey: Way too fucking deep.

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Emily and Jake want to draw

Casey: *opens a drawer to pull out crayons*

Aitor: You have crayons?!

Casey: Ye, i do.

Aitor: You're— how old are you again??

Casey: YES, I AM AN ADULT AND YES I HAVE CRAYONS, I HAVE A MASSIVE BOX OF EMERGENCY CRAYONS IN A DRAWER, OKAY? BECAUSE EVERYONE NEEDS FUCKING CRAYONS!

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Aiden, to Casey: You're violent.

Aitor: You don't think the quickest do you?

Casey, to Aiden: Well yeah...but I'm also short, which makes it adorable.

Aiden: I beg to differ.

Aitor and Casey: Then beg.

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Aitor, near tears: Casey, please, i don't speak meme! I don't know what a 'yeet' or a 'yoink' is!

Casey: You will, soon : )

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Casey: Okay, if we can't do it by sheer force, we'll do it my way.

Aitor: But your way is sheer force?!

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Casey: I typed 'Bitch and Asshole' into my GPS, and guess what, I'M IN YOUR DRIVEWAY!

Aiden and Hakon: ...

Casey: Vroom Vroom, come out already!

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Aiden: Life is like Casey. A short bitch.

Casey, behind him: *was about to give him a bite from her expensive snack: a pop tart* ತ_ತ

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Casey: I'm going to hell, aren't i?

Aitor: Probably...

Casey: I'll pick you up?

Aitor: *nodding* Carpool.

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A Renegade: I have your partner.

Aitor, lying: I don't have a partner?

A Renegade: Oh yeah? Then who just called me a lowlife, cockless bitch, spit in my face and threatened to skin me alive if she manages to get out of her restraints?

Aitor: Oh fuck...you have... you're fucking dead, bye idiot.

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Aitor: I asked Casey out.

Aiden: Oh...I'm sorry.

Aitor: Why?

Aiden: Well, i assume she said no?

Aitor: No, she said yes, happily.

Aiden, jealous: Really? In that case I feel sorry for her...

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Aiden: You can't move in with Aitor!

Casey: Uh huh, and why would that be?

Aiden: Well, um...how do you feel about him getting to see your face without any make up??

Casey: I don't wear make up???

Aiden: Holy shit, you're fucking beautiful!

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Eric: Soooo...are you gonna explain how you two crashed the truck?

Casey: Well we were driving...and there was a deer on the street. So I said, "Aitor, deer!"

Eric, worried: ...and what did Aitor do?

Casey, also worried: ...he said, "Yes, Honey?"

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Aitor: H-hey... It's pretty cold outside, do you wanna come closer and hold my hands?

Casey, blushing and timid: O-okay!

Aiden, equally annoyed, jealous and disgusted: IT'S FUCKING SUMMER!

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Aitor: There is no way that she likes me back!

Hepper: Casey would throw herself in front of a moving car for you...

Aitor: Concerning enough, Casey would throw herself in front of a car for fun.

Casey: Maybe.... probably.

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Aitor: I love you...

Casey, not paying attention: What was that?

Aitor: I said I'm selling you to the fucking zOo-

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Aitor: Are you ready to commit?

Casey: I need you to specify. A hate crime, arson or a relationship??

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Casey: I'm proud to identify as morosexual. I am attracted to himbos and dumbasses exclusively!

Aitor: what the fuck kinda animal is the pink panther?!

Casey, already undressing: God, Aitor, you're so stupid and hot...

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Casey: What are you in the mood for?

Aitor, casually: World Domination.

Casey: It's a bit ambitious but i lik-

Aitor: You are my world.

Casey: Awww...

Aitor:

Casey:

Aitor:

Casey: OH-

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Casey: We've got a serious problem!

Aitor: Nah, i just got a bloody idiot who keeps making them!

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Maybe more soon ❤️

[simpingwriter]

Non-consensual ✨Meme✨ Post 👌

as said, some more memes (although they don't get the attention i thought I wish they would get, what a Reddit-like feeling) till i manage to find more creativity for the next story aka. I'm wasting my time thinking about f u n n y for the two instead of almost daily trauma...

[simpingwriter]

#7 Aitor x Casey 'Bred on a makeshift bed' (18+)

Note: Yes, you see right, the title rhymes.

And also yes, i wrote the first Aitor smut as well, it's a double now.

Have a great time reading after i finally managed to finish this mess of a story.

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Having some free time of from his own work, Aitor decided to visit you at one of the many hideouts you established for yourself across Old Villedor and the Central Loop, although it took him a while to find out at which you had been.

It was near the first substation Aiden and you put back online, actually it was IN the small outpost the Peacekeepers build on top of it, it being on the highest point of it, the place where the PK usually didn't go because it took too long to get up there on the normal way. You on the other hand only climbed for two seconds before you reached your little shack. It was more of a camp and you actually disliked staying up there because of its size being too small even for you. The only reason you stayed there is because you were absolutely dead inside after yesterday's missions.

"Casey? Are you home? Some soldiers told me I'd would find you here today?" He called out from down below. He hears rummaging on top with the rag used by you as a curtain moving with your body touching it whether you wanted it or not, your groans at the size of the hideout audible quite well until you pop your head through the curtains of the small entrance. "Good morning Aitor! Didn't expect you this early today? I thought you had business in Old Villedor?" you ask, crawling out from the makeshift camp before crouching down at the edge of the small platform to get a good look at the PK Commander.

"Mission was fucking blewn, so i have nothing else to do for today. So I thought, what if i went back to Central Loop, now that it's easier to pass through again and make sure my little girl doesn't miss me too much?" He tells you, although he didn't want the other PK to know just how much he really cares for you. "Awww, that's so sweet of you, wait, i'll come down, then we don't have to yell!"

In a matter of seconds, you jump down the tower, taking a roll to soften the fall, standing up to look up to Aitor. "Tadah!" "Just watching you do this every time gives me whiplash, i hope you know that..."

You have to laugh just a bit too much at his complain, knowing it was mostly about his fear for your safety, going on your tip toes — which wasn't enough, you had to pull him down at the cuff of his beige shirt's collar — you give him a peck on the lips and smile at him, "You need to shave." "That's the nicest thing i have heard all day, you'd be surprised."

Old Villedor was having a tough week, now that the Renegades also had a way back to them as well, like Aitor and everyone else over there had one to come back here. And they caused just a bit too much trouble to call it normal. What even was normal with these savages?

Both of you were sure it was ordered by Waltz. Like he had a personal vendetta now against Aitor ever since you stopped his plans in the Renegade territory.

"I can see them being on edge, but they gotta send more men if they want to keep control in Old Villedor, yelling at you and your few men left won't be doing any help... it's really time I get the contract going, that way Seneux can come in helping with the Renegades."

Walking around on the substation's roof to wake your feet from being slightly squeezed in your camp, you pull him along, "Come, i think we both need to free our heads a bit." "But what do you want to do in this place, it's not like we have any activities to do like you told me about Seneux..." "Well...i thought about buying an upgrade for my weapons and maybe we find some better knives for my big strong protector?"

He stops at your nickname for him, his mouth slightly gaping for a moment before you see his eyes with a smug glint in them an he grins, "I mean, you aren't wrong, my little girl needs someone as strong as me at their side, right? Can't do that with some blunt metal pieces~", a grin finding a way onto his stoic usual expression, a — in your opinion way too feminine and embarrassing — giggle leaving your lips. "But to be a bit more honest, i should call you my strong protector at this point, shouldn't i?" He asks with a whisper, leaning down to your height so the soldiers next to you can't hear his words. "Nah, shut up, you're the man, trust me. And maybe you can later show me again just how big you are in other places?"

His hand intertwined with yours squeezed tighter at that question and you hear him swallow quickly, "If you got the time today, i would love to? Where? I hope not on your dingy tower hideout up there...if you don't really fit, i won't either. Unless you want to try exhi—"

"Wherever you want, whenever you want. I'm yours~" you interrupt his very much forward idea, although you would love to show others what is yours, only letting them watch but never touch. You're just that kind of woman, you guessed.

Sex with Aitor was beyond imagination already anyways, your size difference between each other definitely one of the great things about it. His..."package"...was just about an inch or two longer than average but he was incredibly girthy. Another girl your "size" might not have as much fun as you, but you had a slight liking for the pain all the stretching and edging caused.

The first time you took him, you cried horribly. He wanted to stop immediately at the first sight of you tearing up, didn't want to hurt you no matter how badly he wanted- no needed you in that moment, but you pulled him closer, told him continue in between the sobs, to destroy your innocence. Oh how you felt close to heaven that moment, the feeling entirely new and unexplored to you — except through porn obviously — and you both feared that you screamed loud enough for the whole PK Base to hear you.

After that first encounter you were sure no other man was able to satisfy you that well afterwards. Not like you had any other men in your focus anyways. Aitor has been your first in MANY topics.

"If we do, by the way, can I sit on your lap?" You ask, on any other context it might've sounded much more innocent, but Aitor knew the context and had to control his reaction around his men badly, knowing exactly that you wanted to catch him off guard. "If you think you can handle all of me again already after last time, do what you like..." He hisses through tight lips, pulling you towards the arms dealer and trader that finally opened his shop.

"Good morning Casey...and good morning Commander! I wouldn't have expected you around currently! Can I do something for you two?" Volo, a very much cheeky and adventurous PK Trader you came to know quite well already in Old Villedor, yet came to the Central Loop after finding out he can make more revenue around that area because of the threat of the Renegades nearby, greeted you two. "Ayup Volo, i just wanna browse through the new upgrades you talked about last time, if you already have them?"

With a proud smile, he points at a box next to him, "Just came through this night, if you didn't hear the ruckus i accidentally made...and for the Commander? Also here for the Upgrades? Did your magpie of a friend already whisper it to you in Old Villedor?" Aitor takes a short moment to imagine you as an actual magpie, a corner of his lips pulling up at that all too funny image of a chaotic, constantly ready-to-rumble bird with your attitude, before shaking his head, "Not exactly, all though I'm not turned off by the idea, but I'm here for a new set of knives. My old ones got kinda blunt over time, guess i shouldn't try cutting through my enemies..."

Volo seems to remember something important at Aitor's mention of new knives, crouching down for a moment, looking through a different weapon crate under his desk. "You won't believe it, honestly, but i got a beautiful set of knives from the last expedition i went on. They're going to be a bit expensive but truly a sight for sore eyes of everyone who uses this kind of fighting style a lot."

He places two identical combat knives onto the desk's blanket.

Aitor gives one a try, letting you take the second one to give it a more detailed look. The knives had this much more trivial "shiny holographic reflection" metal cover on the blades that you only remember of older Videogame you sometimes played with certain squad mates, but even then you had to approve, the steel seeming quite familiar to you even under said extra cover. It's high grade carbon steel for military purposes for the fixed blade, usually having been used by soldiers back in Seneux, since the weapons — in that case just knives and other close combat gear — factory was very close to it's former old world borders, so already back in your region's reigns since about four years.

"It's got a great balance, personally I think it's a fantastic set, the holographic's a bit...much, but i can get those off if you want me to. I know those knives too, used a lot back where I am from." You claim, trying a few stances with them, thinking about all the ways Aitor could use them to his advantage. "What about you, you gotta use them after all? Could you?"

"Aitor?" You tap him into the shoulder, watching him be slightly fascinated about the rare find Volo got. "It feels great in my hands, can I have the second one for a moment?" With a nod, you hand it over, watching him do the same you just did, trying out stances, imagining his performance with them. "Actually amazing, and the fact that it's actually still combat knives, not something made of scrap to humor them, it has a great weigh to it. I could definitely imagine having something similar like these bu—" " 'that's the case, i'll be taking those, Volo." "Casey!"

It was somewhat expensive, a very satisfied Volo pulling literally 2000 Coins out of your slightly dusty pockets but in your eyes Aitor deserves the best weapons he can get, he needed to be able to defend his men and Villedor.

While he pouts at you, trying to look angry — while you can definitely see the excitement in his blue and grey eyes — he places them in the place of his old blunt ones, which you threw quickly off the roof, hearing a infected groan at the sudden impact, "Say bye bye to your old knives, man, she just threw them further than she could probably throw you!" Volo laughs as he follows the now metal scraps disappear somewhere amits the other trash on the streets, surprised at your reaction but Aitor could only pat you on the head, "I'm sure she could throw me just as far, if not further, from what I've seen of her...but thanks for the Knives, Casey."

"You needed new ones, shut up with your thanks or i take them back and sell them for 4000..." You groan, whacking his hand away as a joke, laughing at his suspicious side glance in return, "You wouldn't." "Oh i would, good sir. Right here and now." "I wouldn't buy them back for 4000, Hun..." Volo butts confused at your attempt to rip him off, making you sigh, "Then somewhere else, but you both better not test me."

Then you eye the box from before, "But now, lemme take a look at the beauties you have down there, would you be so kind?"

Seeing the different types of upgrades he had, your eyes shine like those of a kid on Christmas. One caught your eyes in seconds. It would let you weapons have a tank-like addon to fill in various fluids, which could be THV chemicals in that case or poison. Those would trickle down onto the blade if you push a button on it while it's pointing downwards, or in any angle logical for the fluid to get onto the blade and not your hands.

A different version next to it, more expensive though, had two tanks that were each Abit smaller to keep the same size, two buttons. So you could pick your — or your enemies — poison in that case. "Ouuuuhhh! Now that seems kinky...with those i wouldn't have to replace the chemical layers on my knife and axe by hand!" You gushed in excitement, picking up the upgrade. With a bit of work, you can make them more handy, a bit smaller to fit better onto your belt. And obviously with some chance less of possibly falling apart like anything makeshift in this place.

Technically, if you were being honest, you could make most upgrades yourself with a few hours left to tinker and think. But they wouldn't turn out any better than those you could buy around Villedor, since you obviously can't get your hands on any other resources than what the Craftmasters, — as they got called here — managed to buy or find as well. Back home you had the resources to make high grade upgrades of any kind, even that one you just found in the box but you forgot to do that during packing... because you're a genius.

"How much is it?" Aitor asked while you toyed with the tank upgrade, wanting to buy it in exchange for the knives, even if they ended up cheaper, " 'bout 650 each. But since she seems to want both, make it 950 for both. That way you would save 350..."

You just heard the price, ready to jump in to give him the coins from you slowly emptying bag but Aitor was quicker, giving him 1000, "1000 and i get the little fluffy charm over there. Volo looks behind himself to his charm shelf, seeing the charm Aitor pointed at: a puffy, slightly cute but still weird charm that may kinda look like a raven-like animal. If you knew that, of course. Which you didn't at that moment.

"What's that supposed to be?" You ask perplexed as you muster the black feathered charm in your hands from every angle, having an idea because of the familiar black feathers — but Magpies and various other birds had black feathers as well, so you can't really blame anyone for not immediately seeing what it was.

It had something, maybe because it's a gift from Aitor, but you liked it for being a bit weird.

Aitor scratches the back of his neck, feeling suddenly super awkward for acting so soft, so cliche with buying "cute" shit for you, "I thought it looks a bit like a raven. Or crow. Whichever word you used here again...", Right, you remember Aitor telling you that he isn't from France, but from England.

"I thought it was a bird of paradise, their feathers apparently have the prettiest black dress of feathers...like, uh, Casey having the prettiest black hair under known women?" Volo also tossed in his guess, leaning onto the desk with one elbow, watching you two quiz around the charm with a tired grin, until Aitor slowly looked at the cheeky trader, squinting at him with a hint of jealousy.

"Hey, are you trying to flirt with her? Don't you have a bloody fucking wife?" Aitor grunts in clear disapproval, confident enough to know that you wouldn't leave him for someone like Volo, he literally knew he wasn't you type — too close to your own attitude — but still felt the need to blow up his own imaginary "plumage" now.

"First of all, ditto on the wife-part, if i am correct? And second of all, if yes, was it a good attempt, Casey dear?" Aitor wanted to jump over Colo's desk at the first part, you only having to place a hand on his chest to make him remember where he was, now looking down at you, waiting for your response.

"Have never felt drier down below than after that one..." You reply dryly, pulling you eyebrows up at his stupid question. "Damnnnn, well it was worth a try..." "Nah it wasn't, stay with trading, it fits you much better than a bruise and broken nose from Aitor's fists..."

Aitor holds back his chuckle at that, pulling you away from Volo's trading shack after still kinda politely saying your goodbyes to him. "I hope you know he was joking, right?" You ask with caution, going back to holding his bigger, gloved hands as you make your way over to a safe way off the roof. But he just stares back down at you, unreadable and stoic expression as always.

"Mine." Is all he mumbles before taking the rope lift down, letting it go back up afterwards, expecting you to take the same way down, only to see you already walking in front of him after you took a quicker way down, "Then show me how much i am you— oh god!" You couldn't even finish your sentence when he picked you up from the ground, your weight being just too easy for him. Now over his shoulder, you let yourself go limp instead of fighting his grip, knowing he wouldn't drop you even if he was actually angry, which you could see and feel that he wasn't.

"Aitor nooooo, let me down, I'm sorry..."

Oh no, you made your brute angry, he doesn't wanna talk to you...he just carried you down a safe path that you incidentally freed for the less parkour gifted PK soldiers a few days before Waltz's kidnapping plan, all the way back into a different, thankfully more spacious hideout of yours. It was one both Aiden and you used, so it wouldn't 100% surprise you found the Pilgrim inside as well, especially after the night.

But it was empty, and Aitor throws you kinda gentle down onto the makeshift bed, finally talking to you again, "I will show you just how much you're mine, i will let everyone know..."

Wasn't he the one who wanted to keep it a bit under wraps so neither of your reputations got dirty that way?! This man wasn't thinking straight, that was obvious, the only thing he had on his foggy mind was ravaging your petite body till you knew your lesson and place.

Although you definitely knew what he wanted you to understand, and you understood very well, but by the gods, this man was an animal in bed when he wanted to "punish" you. And yet you also knew he wouldn't be able to stay commanding for long, he was a good dominant lover if it was about being a top in its basic nature. But not if it was about making you do specific things. If you wanted to try this or that position, he would definitely try it out.

"Your armor and clothes, i don't want to see it right now. Nobody and nothing gets to touch my little girl like i do. Not Volo...not Aiden...not this Eric guy in Seneux...not even your bloody own clothes. All mine." With every guy...and clothing he lists, he got rid of your said clothes, one by one being discarded into a corner behind him. Soon you were naked, shivering (in your boots) at his change in demeanor, but it was definitely a positive shiver.

"And you? Don't you want to get rid of yours as well?" You ask innocently, but he just covers your mouth with his, the kiss being rough and demanding, yet still with his usual amount of love.

His touch was intoxicating and soon you manage to rid him of most of the heavier gear on him, leaving him nothing but his slightly dirty shirt and pants, his dog tags dangling above you as he pins you against the covers of the bed. "Like a hungry hyena, aren't you?" He hums, being a bit impressed by your ability to pull off his armor that quickly and efficiently, slowly his anger only being faked by him anymore.

"Do you really think i can control myself with you, a literal beast of a man, being my boyfriend? God, you're such a hot piece of a brute..." "A brute, me?" He has to ask with a confused laugh, letting his hands wander in the meantime, feeling your body react like it was on fire, "What else do you want me to call you? A dilf?" "The fuck's a damned dilf, babe?!"

You didn't plan on having to explain anything right now, brain already starting to turn into mush with his big hands on your body and the outline of his girthy cock visibly pushing against his blue pants. "I'll...I'll tell you later, just please...god, Aitor, please don't let me wait..." You beg, pulling on his shirt to get it off as well until he had to help you with that task.

"Or I could only tease you all day until you're so on edge that you come with nothing but the tip inside?" He returns smugly and you quickly shake your head in disagreement, "noooo. Not again, that was a fucking nightmare..."

Chuckling at your reaction, he proceeds to stand back up to finally rid his stiff cock of his straining pair of pants before giving it two quick pumps to cover it with the leaking precum on the tip, "Just look at what you're doing to me, could cum so fucking hard just from seeing you laying there, all pretty on display for me to take apart..." he praised, coming on top of the bed as well to not let you wait any more.

"Wait!" You stop him before he can make you take any position in the first place and drag him downwards to your face by his arms, "Forgot? I want to ride you~" Seductively, you bit your lip as a blush rose to your face, it felt a bit ridiculous but you wanted to feel at his absolute mercy while being on top, getting penetrated by him no matter how your body shook against him in the natural struggle to take him all at once. There was nothing else you could be other than at mercy with his cock's size.

"But tell me when it hurts, then you're getting taken off my lap..." He told you, helping you lift yourself onto his lap in the right angle as he leaned against the old wooden wall in a sitting position.

"There you go—" "Ngh! Oh goddd..." You interrupt Aitor's praise as you feel the already big head slip past your entrance, the real girth now following as you moan out, "That good already? Does my little girl love being skewered like that?"

You nod silently as you push yourself down onto him, holding out on moaning just too much, for now at least, so you wouldn't be too sore in ALL places afterwards, stretching around him with some starting difficulties but that was normal for you two. You were incredibly tight, since you never had anybody before Aitor, and he was, as already commented, really girthy.

It was a pair made in heaven in your slightly messed up eyes, meanwhile Aitor was always afraid of hurting you too much. Which already once happened after he let himself go just too much. — in his eyes. You loved it — and he apparently ripped some sort of tissue inside you, making the covers at a different hideout a "slight" mess. You had to kiss him silent afterwards, telling him you didn't feel any pain other than the usual stretching and that i was actually kinda kinky.

"Just fuck me, please, Aitor, ruin me..." You lean up to him, pulling his face down to yours to kiss him, feeling his chapped lips against yours, moaning against him as he squeezed your full ass with his hands, giving them a smack every once in a while. "Please..." You beg against his lips, feeling his hot breath on you as he himself pants softly. "Don't beg...good girls...don't beg." He cuts it short, hissing under his breath as he pushes you down on himself, feeling you stretch around him, slowly but surely.

You open you mouth in aroused awe, not a sound leaving it as you feel him starting to come down deeper, beginning to whimpering pathetically against his chest. Wanting to help out, you move around a bit to lube him up, instead giving you and him even more friction, as you moan needily, grabbing his shoulders for some desperately needed support.

"Such a good girl, aren't you? Taking all of me inside of you..." He groans, keeping your hips in his steel-tight grip as he moves you back up to let your cunt remember his shape again. Even after all these times in the last weeks it stayed as tight as ever, he always had to stretch you out again, again and again.

"Ahh! Yesssss~ just like thaaaat!" You cry out as soon as he pulled you back down, feeling your insides churn at the sudden and repeated intrusion, now with more force and speed. But still not all the way. You weren't just tight, but you were quite shallow on the inside as well, your former gynaecologist in Seneux saying it wasn't too bad that you would have to treat it, but still worth mentioning, probably about two inches less than average, both aroused and relaxed. So even though Aitor wasn't massive in length, he easily hit your womb's entrance and the other higsensitive spots next to it whenever he fully bottomed out. And that's what send you off to the stars, always.

You managed to find out so many of your hidden kinks with this man, it wasn't funny anymore, just kidding, of course it was.

Masochism was the first one, right when he tried to push himself through your still virgin entrance, surprisingly nothing tighter than right now, and you ended up telling him to NOT wait until the "slight" pain went away. You wanted him to continue, to make you his own.

Then it was breeding, even though you used Birth Control in Seneux that keeps up protection for half a year, but like all of them, it wasn't 100% safe. And everytime he asked you where you wanted it, you smile at him all too sweetly and innocently before plowing down on him, if you sat in his lap, or wrapping your legs around his waist to tell him exactly what you desire. It wasn't exactly a kid you wanted, you basically adopted Jake and Emily at this point aleady, but the feeling of his hot seed getting possibly pumped up into your womb with no real escape for it because of the way he ended up inside of you. It sends you flying.

"Oh fuck yeah, mhhh~ Breed me, Aitor!" You moan in ecstasy as he ripped you from your horny thoughts by finally burrowing all of his cock inside of you, feeling his pubic hair against your smooth cunt. He waited a moment to torture you a bit, knowing you couldn't really escape him now due to the size if he wanted to simply stay like this. Cockwarming. You hated it.

But he didn't, now pulling you back up with some more speed, your juices and his precum rubbing your walls before plunging you back down, both of you moaning loudly at the impact, your womb's entrance sending tingles up your spine as he continues his pace.

Thank god you're usually incredibly wet by just being near him, otherwise he would rip you apart. "Harder, Aitor, please..." You cry out while he pumped further into you, feeling him comply without any smug comment this time because he seemed to enjoy himself too much to tease you, your voice shouting with excitement at his now much more brutal pace.

You feel the bulge he created at your skin, blushing hotly at the fact of how small you're actually against him. Like a dirty little hand puppet.

"Ohh yeah, you like that? Just like that and you want me to ruin you for everyone? For every man that even looks at you wrong?" He growls, giving your ass a hard, bruising smack so your 'Yesss' is only able to leave as a distorted, moaned Version of it. "Then maybe they'll learn to never flirt with you again! You're MINE! Understand?"

"Yes, daddy~!" You moan, your voice more high than usually. You're the perfect example of Dominant in your life but deeply submissive in your bed.

"That's what i want to hear, my good little girl. But you still need to be punished, so get onto your knees..." He returns darkly, suddenly sliding you off of his dick, chuckling at you crying out at the sudden emptiness, placing you on the covers to watch you hurry into a Doggystyle position. Looking behind yourself, you beg him with your eyes to continue fucking you just as hard as before, fearing he was tricking you as his form of punishment.

But he didn't, lining up his shaft to sink back into you with one smooth trust, hearing him groan out at the amazing feeling you kept leaving on him. Your toes curl at the sudden reappearing intrusion and tremble with want, "You feel so good, A— Daddy!" Just as you were about to say his name, especially after starting with 'Daddy' again, he smacks your ass hard and you correct your own mishap before it even becomes one.

Soon, his girth was no longer a big problem, his hips pistoning into you as he pulled you close to him, manhandling your tits as he nibbled on your ear, "You do too, baby, i wish we could stay like this all day..."

But sadly you couldn't and he was aware of that. While his mission was blown off, you had taken various smaller missions and things to take care of before the night began again. You now wished you didn't take so many so you would've had more time for your often disgruntled and rarely-able-to-relax lover, but how should you possibly have known. While it was a shame that it had to be cut short at some point, it also made Aitor fuck you even harder.

Was that possible anymore? He was already rough in bed, so could he even up his own performance anymore?

This thought could wait as your body shook, every thrust of Aitor hitting a very much familiar spot inside of you, this position letting him invade you as deep as he wanted while your arms lost their strength and you fell slightly uncomfortably on your face, groaning into the covered up haybale that was supposed to act as a bed to you and usually Aiden as well.

Hopefully this damned Pilgrim didn't burst in again, he had a terrible way of timing, almost always managing to interrupt you and Aitor, be it sex or just some cute time alone on his lap without any sexual content.

"What are you think about, little girl, it best not be the fucking Pilgrim, it's MY cock burrowed inside of you!" He growls angrily into your ear, making sure there was not an inch of space between your equally sweaty bodies as he also felt himself losing to his coming climax. "I just...ah~...i just don't want him to....fuck.... don't want him to interrupt us...again!" He didn't leave you any time to respond properly as he hunts after his own high, bruising your womb's entrance for sure as he pumps against it with harsh and quick unrelenting thrusts.

You didn't hear what he seemed to grunt when he began rubbing your clit to also give you the struggle of holding off your climax for at least a few more thrusts, until he became sloppy with them, halting to a stop suddenly as you feel his cock pulse and he came with no warning from his side.

Or was that what you didn't hear?

You couldn't end your train of thought as your own body's orgasm washed over you like a wave, his hot seed claiming your insides while he stayed deep inside of you, still hot and stiff like before. "Oh shit, fuck...Aitor!" You moan out loudly beneath him as he tried to hold himself above you, panting and huffing exhausted, feeling his age kick his ass a bit. "You were such a good little girl, Casey, as always for me..." He mumbles his praise, pulling out of you with a soft, barely audible but there pop, watching his cum slowly dripping out of you with obvious disapproval.

You wanted it inside of you, so he'll make sure of it. You jump at his thick fingers prodding around your sore clit and inner walls, biting back a new moan as he seemed to finger you now as well. "Don't sound to happy now, I'm just making sure you're staying all stuffed up and pretty for me, dear." He claims, but unknown to him you were already too close to another climax to listen to him, gripping at some stray hay in an attempt to hold back any obvious moans to not make him stop any second too soon.

And you fail. Horribly.

"How sensitive does your cunt have to be right now to react so incredible towards nothing but my fucking fingers. It's not like it was my plan to get you all this riled up again! Aren't you my little naughty slut, hmm?"

You could only mewl and lewdly weep at his words, softly nodding against the ruffled up covers as his curious fingers continue to explore your freshly fucked through but familiar walls, sometimes his clipped nails scratching against your sensitive spot to make you shake just a bit stronger against him.

You were slick enough that the whole room was filled with the dirty sounds of his fingers slipping in and out quickly, squelching and squishing around your juices as he finger fucked his cum back inside of you, mixing it with everything your body had to give.

The nasty ideas filling your head, your dirty imagination about all the things he could do to you right now and you wouldn't say no even once, gave you the last kick off the edge as your walls tightened around his three digits working you through your second orgasm. You moan his name and a hurried yet just as meaningful 'i love you' on your side as you feel his mouth and tongue lap at your seeping cunt, the stubble tickling the sensitive area around it.

When he was finished cleaning you up, he lets go of your thighs and you unceremoniously fall to your side, some pieces of hay sticking against your sweaty limbs, limp and sore from him working you like that, his body falling down beside you, him facing you.

His chest was sweaty, giving you an exhausted grin, "At least I'm not the only one out of breath...~" You hum gently, your hand going to touch his chest, it rising and falling quickly as he tried to regain his stamina. He is your big and strong man, and you let him know just every so often that all it needed to bring him to his absolute knees was your body and your hopefully neverending love.

And never did he care if you did bring him to his knees, he knew he had the same effect on you with only his love alone already, the amazing cock was just a really welcome add-on in your eyes. The sexual upgrade, you could joke.

"Also, i love you too, Casey, not that you think i didn't hear you moan it out in pure ecstasy as i fucked you silly and stupid..." He mutters, watching your reaction: a just as stupid little smile, feeling the love seep from it as you inched yourself closer to him in an attempt to snuggle against him until you had to leave his side for your own work again.

But that time apart never mattered to you two, in the end you would almost always end up back in his strong arms and his tight embrace to sleep in at the end of the day or night. The night before was a rare example of it not happening and you wished to be able to come along for his work anyways, but a Dark Hollow was acting up in the city and you stayed behind to manage it on your own, the reason you felt too tired to target any other hideout than the one at the substation.

"How much time do you have left for me?" He asks simply, caressing your small back gently as he listened to your slowly calming down breaths. "Sadly just about five minutes, i need to be at Culvert at 12PM for Margaret, i told her and Steven i would collect some herbs for her and then deliver them to the Doc at the ship, a deal i managed to negotiate after i got the Petals for your injury..."

The best thing was how quickly both of you went back to your normal everyday behavior after whatever happened in bed —or elsewhere — and managed to simply dwell in the loving aftereffects of your "get-together".

"Right, you told me about it, Herbs really saved my ass?" "Yeah, i'm aware some people are suspicious about herbalists and their remedies, but this badly? Your wife— or ex wife...she screamed at Steven for even thinking about it, she probably would've rather seen you die without any help, no matter how painful for you your last moments would've been. Luckily she didn't know until he had already given it to you and your condition got better."

It was a tough day, not only Aitor possibly dying in front of your very eyes but also Aiden's sudden betrayal. Something you two worked on by now, every once in a while letting him follow you on a small resource exploration but not much more.

"I managed to make both of them talk with each other, that way i won't have to stay and be the middle man for their trading after i have to leave for Seneux again..."

Right. Seneux. At some point you will have to go back and you have no clue what Aitor has planned, especially since his kids also need a place to stay and they may not want to move away from Villedor, no matter how dangerous, but you personally couldn't always travel all these miles by foot or by truck, no matter what Seneux arranges for the Trading contract since you still had your own real job back home, not even boring enough to say that you have nothing to do all day or week.

"You? Not us?" He asks like its the most normal question in the world and you blink slightly dumbfounded, "But what about your position with the PK in old Villedor?" "Didn't you say once that Seneux thought about also 'trading' work force around with them and Villedor? I thought about applying for said "trade". Depends of course if Jake and Emily are happy with that idea."

Right, he was a bit out of line, Seneux wasn't particularly thinking about trading work force with Villedor alone, but with every City that applied for that possibility. So yes, he could technically do so, if both partners agreed on that extra part in the contract. Seneux always automatically signed said part due to their desire to spread further across the country with their military plan, so the ball laid solely in Villedor's or hopefully soon Jack Matt's court.

You would note down that part for your future contract discussions with whomever made the race in the end. Yet at your constant efforts of bringing the power over Villedor onto the Peacekeepers' side, it should be an obvious for who it will be.

Unless someone like Lawan of course tried to ruin your plans and tried to reclaim substations and water towers for the survivors like it was a bloody game of capture the flag, it wasn't going to be hard.

Just as you start dozing off in Aitor's warm, protective embraceike you usually did the radio of yours over in your pant's belt went off, it was one of the clients you took on a mission for. Wanting to scream and possibly have a hissy fit for a hot moment, you detangle from his tightening grip. A low, too comfortable growl, swallowed by your thick hair, being the only reply you get at first, "Aitorrr...i gotta go. I'm really sorry..." "You better make this up, the literal haybales just got comfortable with you here..."

You nod with a smile, giving him a quick kiss on the lips, blushing as you taste yourself on them, before throwing on your hastily undressed clothes and gear to get out of the hideout, "I'll see you at your place? 20 o' clock?" You question him with a last turn of your head, seeing him sit up himself, still kinda on a different plane of reality from what teens back then called "post nut clarity", nodding back to you softly, "And don't be late, i guarantee you that Jake wants to hear more of your fights and battles in Seneux again..." He yawns, waving you goodbye for now as you take the quick exit by jumping down without looking down, using the same trash pile as always, the only indicator that your fine being your grunts after running off on the street.

If any person told you before this mission for Villedor, that you'll possibly return with a whole new family to live with, especially with a boyfriend because nowadays the first thing and the second thing are not bound to be together, you'd have laughed so loud and hard, you'd be sore from it for a week.

Which did happen, one sqaud mate, your second in command to be exact, went off and on about the fact that he believes you will definitely find the person you love will be miles away from Home.

Guess you need to pay up with a round of drinks at the bar once back...

But then, you'll at least be able to drink your shots and beet with Aitor.

Life was good if it's not always the bad kind of action...

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[simpingwriter]

#3 Aitor x Casey (Dying Light OC) 'Warm Welcome'

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It has been not even a whole day when you witnessed Aiden being almost hanged by the people of the Bazaar. This was going to be some fucking trouble if that's how all of them acted. Of course you were a bit twisted as well, everyone in your hometown, Seneux, knew too. Mostly twisted as in being the only one daring enough to take on even the big and much more dangerous infected as you had quite an explosive temper during fighting, using your whole environment to take the victory.

But even for you, especially after growing up in one of the last places that had kept an "old world" view of order, law and even of everyday things, this was just brutal. You couldn't be more thankful when Hakon popped up, saving Aiden before you had to do something that could risk the plans your town had in mind for Villedor and the city.

The plan was to establish a new trading route, using you as the spokesperson, the daughter of the Chief of your local Security and Police System in Seneux. He was also the current leader, since ten consecutive years. Your job in Seneux was quite literally what you once called an officer. Formerly a runner outside of the gates, you were the perfect spokesperson to travel the 1000 miles towards Villedor to find the Pilgrim Aiden, who also would arrive at the same day if you kept a certain travel speed, someone a further distanced informant of your father told you about during the last briefing.

The places that are similar to Seneux and obviously Seneux itself were "settlements" that saw great use in pilgrims as they got around quick and far. If a runner wasn't able to go that far, they would employ and pay a pilgrim to carry the news of the fact that there are still places that survived most of the Fall 15 years ago and possibly find others like them and new survivors on the way.

But now you're here, trying to find a way to include Villedor in the project of reclaiming the province from the infected and other bad things. You heard of people called the 'Peacekeepers' from Hakon a few minutes ago, watching them as you found some on the streets, fighting some of the many infected covering the city. If you managed to come to an agreement with the citizens, you could order some runners of Seneux to come and take care of the growling mess around here.

Rarely you took off your headset during your work, it was to have immediate contact with Headquarters in Seneux if you have no Radio to hand. But interference due to bad weather made it impossible for contact either way, so it was stuffed away in your backpack. Not like there was any note worthy good things happening, until now you could only note the brutes calling themselves Survivors. They seemed quite selfish with the few encounters you had. Instead of helping one another or other people, they rather ran to save their own pathetic hide.

If the plan succeeded even with them still under no serious control and trustworthy leader, this could fall apart simply because they rebel against Seneux's authority, which was more than empathetic with it's citizens, yet the Bazaar felt like an anarchist cult, anti-government or whatever, whenever you listen to what they have to say.

Now you only have to meet the "PK", or Peacekeepers, hopefully a more promising faction. From what you heard, they wanted to keep order, helped survivors against infected and fought against Bandits that wanted to tear the town apart even more. It sounded exactly like what Seneux could need to keep authority up even when no one of your own Security System was there in person.

That stayed in the dark until Hakon told you to sneak into the Peacekeepers Base with Aiden and your asses got caught quite soon after. You dodge their weapons with ease but since you personally absolutely weren't here to create enemies, you drop your weapon and lift your armor-gloved hands to show you're not trying to hurt them. You could, easily, but this WASN'T the idea.

But well, Aiden? He got the baton, right on the dome. You cringe slightly at the impact of it on his head, turning away. You did not have to see it, could, but no need. "That must've hurt..." You mumble as the guards put restraints on your hands, pulling you towards a different room after blindfolding you. Smart, they didn't want you see how to get further inside of their base via this tunnel. Sadly, for them, you could memorize the corners and stairs they took you two through. With a few tries, you could come back here in the future.

Then someone else came in, he was without a helmet, brown short hair and his age obvious on his face. It would be a wonder if anybody in a place like Villedor still had beauty products that aren't ages over the date of usage, men and women alike, so you didn't give a shit about a few wrinkles. A job and life as a PK has to be stressing after all, especially with people like those from the Bazaar and obviously: the infected.

But seeing past that...he didn't look bad, like...he looked actually handsome for your preferences. "Holy shit." You curse under breath on accident, drawing the man's attention onto you, "Do i know you? Or do you know me?"

How do you tell this intimidating man that you cursed because you think he looks kinda hot?

You don't. You shut up and try to take it to your grave.

"You got something there..." He points at your face, circling the lower half from afar with his pointer, a unreadable expression on his face before he crossed his arms again. "Huh?" You are surprised he even talks to you, the way he immediately targeted Aiden with his eyes once he walked inside the dimly lit room. Feeling your face anyways — using your bound hands as good as possible to do so — you realize there was nothing on either side of your cheeks. They were a bit warm, even in this dank room. They could've cleaned this room for once, if they already got guests coming over.

"You're blushing." He tells you dryly after watching your expression change from surprised to confused and after his answer to embarrassed within seconds. You were what!?

"Am not." Was your most logic response, groaning almost immediately afterwards, facepalming yourself with your hands. "Didn't know i still had that kind of effect on such a young and pretty woman."

He grinned, something told you he didn't do that too often, the way his — probably — subordinates reacted a bit taken back. "Are you with the knock out next to you, or just coincidence? Same place at the wrong time?"

Wish you could say that, but that dingus was your partner in this ordeal. Mistakes are made.

"I'm working with and for him. I need him for my own matters."

Speaking of the devil, you hear him cough, a groan leaving his lips. Sleeping Beauty finally decided to wake up and join the party. "C-casey...?

"Took you long enough, Aiden, someone wants to speak with you...". Thankfully the man let the former, quite embarrassing, subject drop once he notices too that he can finally speak with the Pilgrim. Something about their commander, Lucas you think you hear, was killed. Which wasn't all, apparently his personal weapon, brass knuckles called the Lazarus have been taken from his corpse. And most sickening, the killer took a piece of his skin with them as a little trophy.

"I didn't even want to mention it in front of the little lady, but you need to understand the gravity of the situation...we need to know who the killer is and i thought a Pilgrim is the perfect person to talk to. That you came to us on your own is just a nice coincidence, really."

Did he just call you 'little lady'?! Did he want to insult the armor on your 'petite' body or was he really none the wiser? Wasn't your appearance enough to basically yell 'I already saw some shit and will give you some shit too.'?

But actually... yeah. Skin trophy. Kinda nah. Kinda ew.

But what did you expect of some psycho killing people at the end of the world, honestly.

" 'scuse me big buff man, but little lady got a question..." you return with your bound hands raised, mocking a student asking their teacher. "What did you just call me?" "First of all, ditto, on that one, definitely DiTtO... second of all, my wrists hurt, please, it's not like I can hurt you, right?, third of all...what does he...or we get in return for playing Sherlock Holmes?". He eyes you with suspicion first, cocking his head slightly to the side as he tried processing your cockiness. In return you mimic his head movement, wiggling your eyebrows while holding your hands out with a 'Come on' gesture.

"Fine. Don't try acting cute, girl." Oh how his demeanor immediately changed when Aiden woke back up. It's like he doesn't want him to see that he might have found a slight liking in you. Should you play with that factor or let him feel save?

Quickly you shake off your naughty, overly sexual leading thoughts. Doing that would possibly endanger the whole reason you're here!

"I won't, pinky promise~." Okay, last time. Now you're a professional.

The situation was explained and planned soon after and the man also finally introduced himself, Aitor was his name apparently, then Aiden and you're free to go. While he was planning to go out and immediately look for some clues to get it over with, you decided to take a look around in the PK Base. Until of course a female guard who clearly didn't hear the conversation interrupted your interesting sightseeing tour, "You can't be here, this is PK territory, if you got a complaint, you're in the wrong place and now scram!"

Before you could comply, not having the time to make your life any harder around Villedor, she moved in to grab you by your arm. "Are you deaf or are you ignoring me? You're not authorized to be here!". Getting on your nerves, this woman...

Just about to throw some words back, you feel a second hand on your wrist, pulling off the first one with slight force. Looking up you see Aitor, mustering your response. "Sir?" He hushes her with his other hand before turning fully to you, "Why are you still here? Did Aiden leave you here to wander alone or is something else the matter? Not that I'm bothered by your presence, the base could always use something nice to look at when coming back from a mission."

The female guard behind him huffs annoyed before turning away from the two of you, maybe she wouldn't bother you again, now that she knows Aitor is technically fine with you lingering around. Even though the way he said it...was quite... different.

"Aiden can fight on his own, I'm just a little lady after all, right?" You again poke the topic, resting your hands on your hips, giving him a grin while the corners of his mouth pull up for a split second, "Well maybe, but who said that even the PK have the right to take a man's eye candy?"

This man. You can't.

"Still not his 'eyecandy'...just a partner." The answer was short and you hope he get's it now, that Aiden wasn't in any way into you. You didn't even know the Pilgrim for that long. But that didn't seem to mean a lot when Aitor caught your eyes in basically five seconds.

Of course it had to be with the people you had to keep a positive relationship with. There was no space for falling in love or fucking around. Broken hearts NEVER keep a relationship positive. There would always be some spite afterwards.

So you couldn't. No matter how natural you two seemed to pull towards each other. And he has a wife and kid. You're not gonna make his wife a cuck(quean), you're not even gonna continue thinking that far.

Maybe you should keep up the illusion he has, that Aiden and you got something? But that might also cause spite if he catches actual feelings. Which you totally hope he doesn't.

"Sure looked concerned when the guards knocked him out..." He thinks aloud, you remembering the surprisingly hollow noise his head made. The man's brain is stuck in his feet, clearly. Bonk...

To keep up your "affection" towards Aiden, you swallow the little chuckle that rose from your throat at the memory of the sound that only reminded you of some old world cartoon.

"He got hit on the head and we're doing work together, work which i need him for. Yes, i was slightly concerned." But hey, let's follow your heart and immediately talk shit out of your ass. At this point he will actually believe you two got nothing going. God, were you bright. As bright as the fucking dank ass room from a few minutes ago!

"Come with me to my quarters, would you?"

What is this man on about, just asking such a question? Instead of just asking him about it, not like you could anyways because he just began walking in a direction without giving you much of a choice, you follow him with some twisted curiosity, easily keeping pace with his bigger steps from your slightly military-like training in Seneux.

He sat down at a desk in the somewhat middle of the room, leaning on it with his elbows crossed, "Why are you acting weaker than you are?" Aitor asks as soon as you closed the door behind you, something in his question before telling you he didn't want others hearing your conversation. "Because you said I'm just a pretty little woman, am i not?"

"Your own a badge. I saw it shortly when we were in the room of the tunnel. So you gotta be authority somewhere. So where are you from?" Was he trying to interrogate you? Did he see you as a threat and wants to calculate how much of a pain you would be if something went south?

"Seneux." "I have heard that name before...how big?" "As big as it was 15 years ago, excluding minimal exceptions, before the Fall. We took back some parts a while ago which we lost a year ago."

You had nothing to hide, in any way, you have to start your own plan at some point, and maybe this was a good moment. "How is that possible? Almost every town and village has fallen back then, we thought Villedor was the only bigger settlement in France left?" "Seneux closed up immediately after the first news of THV. The GRE had one of their test centers there because of that. Citizens and Police threw them out on their own after they found out they tested on their kids. That's why we have no infected inside the walls, rarely some wall breaches."

His eyes widen, shock for the first time you met him in his eyes. You weren't blaming him for never knowing, 1000 miles IS quite the way — it's actually about 700 miles but you had to take a different way due to blockages — and the Peacekeepers don't look like the type to go out scouting. Nobody in Villedor does, actually. Most probably don't know the biggest fact: Seneux was part of a big network, one ever growing with every Town found that is still intact, a network that spans most of the world at this point. The network's goal was to rebuild, slowly but surely by banding back together via trading and sending over capable fighters to take back territory of the dead. Alone in France there are two, you and another which you lost contact to about three weeks ago...

Due to the distance no one in Villedor could've been able to see the planes over Seneux every week. It were the trading planes the other towns and settlement sent, which also took the resources you traded back in exchange...in your case it was wheat, fresh vegetables and willing workers — using work contracts like in the past — for resources that needed man power to gain them, Seneux has always been surrounded by very fertile land and edged directly to the sea. The possibility of more agriculture being the reason why you needed to regain the land quickly.

You tell Aitor about the network, pictures, notes and even some videos from your phone being your proof. His head needs a bit wrapping around the thought, but he was with you afterwards, interested in the idea of possibly extending Villedor's borders again. That would make living easier again, as more space with less buildings on them meant they could plant more crops and even possibly change the problematic water situation.

Hearing him talk about all the possibilities he saw for Villedor made your believe wholeheartedly that you're making the right choice by choosing the PK as the possible future main authority in Villedor once Aiden's mess is taken care of. Hearing this stoic as fuck looking man seem so enthusiastic and hopeful, it made him look just so much more attractive. This was the kind of man you're looking for. Strong, stoic most of the time, capable of leading his people and yet still kind on his own ways and seeing the positive at sometimes utopian — but very much possible — ideas.

But it couldn't be him specifically...it just couldn't. Sadly.

"You're blushing again." Aitor remarks, pointing out your warm and flushed face for a second time already now. And both times because of him. After all your training for containing your feelings and emotions — since it was your weakness before that — this man broke them out like it was child's play. He was gonna make you lose your mind at some point.

"And don't say that you're just feeling hot or something, you actually look like you could use some help to warm up. Well, except up on your face of course.", He teases, watching your frozen solid form staring at him like you just got caught with your hand in the cookie jar. What was that about staying out of your heart?

"Come to my desk." He tells you shortly, a sharp undertone on his tongue. Don't ask why, but you act accordingly, and move towards him until you're right across him from the desk. "You're afraid. Aren't you?" "I don't—" "Afraid your potential feelings will sabotage your city's plans...?"

Now you no longer knew what color your face was, red like fire or as white as a bed sheet? How did this brute figure you out like this, he doesn't exactly look like psychology professor and you're quite certain he isn't. So how...

"Guessed so. I meant what I said down in the basement. Has been a while i had such an apparent effect on a woman—" "But you said you have a wife and a kid?" You blurt out, interrupting him in the middle of his sentence as he was standing up, eyeing him with question.

"She's planning on cheating on me since two months. Found out through a very good friend who promised me to keep an eye on them to keep them safe in case of emergency. I just told Aiden so it seemed like i had my own reason for going to Central Loop..."

It was your turn for being surprised, mouth hanging open as he stared down at you with slightly sad eyes, hidden behind the neutrality you believe he usually showed. "So you have no business in the Central Loop??" "Well except of course some dire need to talk with this woman...no..."

You feel one of his gloved hands on your shoulder, eyes going quickly away from the desk and up to his. "So tell me the truth." "What truth?" "Is your only fear ruining Villedor's and Seneux's chances just because you see an inch of happiness in this grey life?". A dry laugh returns from you. He was actually thinking only happiness could spruce from your selfish feelings. Selfish, immature and half baked feelings you probably caught mainly because you are just lonely and a handsome man like him of course just fucks you over triple. 1000 miles of walking takes longer than someone might think and draws out your social communication, especially when you usually are surrounded by much more people.

Silence for once, finally, as you let your thoughts wash through you and Aitor now has you pinned against his desk. He wants an answer. But your answer can't satisfy him. You can't risk this...

And yet, his somehow soft and compassionate gaze weakens you with every moment you're stuck looking at it. You're fucking 21! Not 14! This wasn't the right place AT ALL to have a school girl crush. Even though you always wanted to experience one, at least once instead of training your parkour and combat skills.

Your brain was fighting against your heart, feeling almost sick to your stomach at the war your body got into with itself. There was only one way to stop that. Choose a side.

Logic or emotion?

You followed logic all your life.

Time to disobey it. For once.

You pull Aitor towards you quickly, feeling him return the eagerness as he roughly placed his lips on yours. This was your first ever kiss. And if that's how all of them would feel, you don't want to go back. With some welcome force, he pushes you further into and onto the desk, covering your body with his broader, bigger one...

You didn't leave the PK Base anymore that night, you only got back to Aiden in the next morning, your legs feeling like pudding — a wonder you somehow got to the safe zone anyways — while leaving the young pilgrim with nothing but questions.

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[simpingwriter]

#6 Aitor x Casey

'One of a kind, your burden to carry...'

I really can't deny it being more of a fanfic with bigger jump cuts between chapters now, can i?

But for my sake, it's one unofficially. Otherwise writer's block will sink it's bloody teeth back into my brain.

In that case a hint for new readers: check out the previous Aitor x Casey "Oneshots" on my account to get back into the loop of the ongoing shit 👀

And yes, i am aware, my talents in writing fight scenes are bad, i am aware this might be a mess, i had to read it three times, but Casey is my mess :(

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It has been two days. Aitor was about to be released from the med bay, the medicine made from the Recluse petals helping his body heal much quicker than the doctor and you would've thought. That's when Patricia stormed inside and tried to hit you, making this a good start into the afternoon.

Instead, you catch her wrist before she could touch you, pulling up a brow at her almost suicidal idea of hitting you. "The fuck did you do with my kids, you fucking whore!" She shouts, trying to get you from releasing her yet you keep your grip tight as steel, staring her dead in the eyes. "Whatever you're talking about, i didn't do it. Aitor knows that, i stayed by his side all the time, never left the Ship if i went away from his side while he slept."

Aitor was visibly frustrated at her outburst once again, having bothered you yesterday already with some weak insults and threats, "She's right, she's been here the whole time. Why? Is something wrong with them?" He asks, worry in his questions, Patricia sneering at you two, "Like hell it wasn't her! Where is your proof she was here?"

Steven, working on some paperwork behind the curtain in the room, pokes his head out from behind it, clearing his throat, "Well, about that: the whole base, she's been chatting quite frequently with the soldiers, taking on some fetching missions for them for when she could leave again with Aitor. She promised me some more Petals, for example."

You release her wrist, letting it fall from your hand like it was hot to the touch, already seeing a bruise forming on her "delicate skin". "I don't care, she's gotta have to do with it—" "Just shut up, Patricia, i would NEVER hurt them even if you wished I would so you would have something against me in your hands..."

Standing up from your chair next to the hospital bed, you walk around her, "Instead of, i dunno, claiming i did something extremely horrible to your children without even saying what happened...how about you actually spit out what's wrong in the first place?"

Nodding, Aitor sits up straighter, stretching his arms from being out of business for that long, keeping her in his eyes as she paced in anger, taking a few attempts to speak up until she managed to find the words, "I wanted to wake them this morning for breakfast. You know, to come and get their dad from the med bay. After all he is MY lover...MY Husban—" "This is important, stop with the fucking condescending for once and hurry up, Patricia." He calls her out, now standing next to you with crossed arms, looking likely intimidating along with your glare that could frighten most people and definitely simple citizens like her.

"They...they are gone... without a trace."

They were gone? Without a trace?

Where could they have...

You start thinking, who would hold a grudge against them, or maybe just Aitor since he was more important...the survivors? No, the troublesome ones are in Old Villedor, the ones in the city seem far more civil, apparently some even were friends with the PKs. Normal bandits? No, not nearly as organized as they need to be to kidnap two kids without causing a scene, like one or both of them struggling and screaming once they get the chance.

But then you get an idea. A horrible one.

The Renegades. They work for Waltz after all and as disorganized some were, you did see some smart ones too...if so, why?

Did he want to get to you as well?

...no...no he couldn't have...this mother fucker.

Waltz was going to hurt Aitor's children because he was "affiliated" with you, by now a common knowledge, and after you got back the key, he muttered something about changing you. For the worse.

"...i need to go, NOW!" you shout out, pushing Patricia out if your way as she tried blocking you and ran to the entrance of the room, taking your backpack along on the way out, throwing it on with one smooth motion. You felt horrible for not telling Aitor where you're going, but you couldn't...you couldn't let him get hurt like this again.

And you were sure this was because of you, this was a "message" for you to find him and face him. Why did he have to take this way? When something happens to Aitor's kids because of you...no, you can't possibly think about such an outcome, not even for a single second.

Passing the guards at the entrance of the Ship on the ground floor, you pass Brooks who could only shout after you as he watches you take the quickest route to the zone you first thought of finding Waltz at: the Zone controlled by the Renegades.

Running across the roofs and taking some pretty fucking risky leaps across them, you hear Aiden's voice on your radio. Your headset. Shit, your forgot it in the medical room after you tinkered on it a bit while giving Aitor company.

Taking the radio off your belt pocket, you reply with a cut short 'what?' before concentrating on your feets placement again, making sure to NOT collide with any chimneys or other objects.

"Where are you?"

Is that about that stupid "we need to keep you on check" garbage again?! You seriously had no time for his shit, contemplating about whether to just take the batteries out or to yeet it far away to watch it break into a thousand little plastic pieces.

But you don't just yet. "I have no time for your need to play a hero, there something far more important happening for me and i can't really deal with your whining right now. Bye."

Taking off the back of the radio, you pop out the small batteries, placing them in your pants pockets while looking for a way to the next roof. "This goddamn fuckhead, trying to control me like i'm some animal with a chip..."

In the distance you see the clear border of the Renegades territory and you swallow hard. This could become difficult but you HAVE to get them back safely. This was your fault.

Once in the dangerous area, you quietened your steps as good as you could, strangling one or ...ten... Renegades on your way until you reached a big walled in area.

Behind you, you suddenly hear running footsteps getting closer, like...a lot.

Upon turning around you had to cover you mouth in shock, it was the PK, many too, at the front was Aitor with a slight limp in his sprint, some stray survivors which you saw when you passed some windmills. They must've seen the hurry in your steps and decided to follow the PKs that went after you when Brooks saw where you're going. Far at the back was a VERY pissed pack of Renegades, slowly getting put out of their misery by the Peacekeepers.

"What the hell? Aitor, leave! Don't bring your men into this either!" You yell, only the 10ft gap between the two buildings you stood on parting each other, watching the PK start on making a safe way across. They weren't strong enough for this man. Not for whatever he was. Whatever you are.

Aitor began talking but his words never became audible for you once a megaphone ran across the open field behind you and the building you stood on. Three sides were shielded by tall buildings, your current one the lowest but nonetheless very tall as well, the last side was a field covered in the THV chemicals, dead trees and grass littering the side. In the middle of said side stood a tall and sturdy looking watchtower. In that, you saw the man of your grudge. Waltz.

"It was time the news reached your ears, dear Casey. I must say, meeting Aiden again after all this time, what a surprise. BUT YOU! My most prized possession from back then, my big breakthrough! Alive and VERY well! I just have to see what you're capable off. And what better way than to lure you to a controlled test area by taking the little kids of who you so dearly love!"

He disappears from the front of the watchtower after his sickening speech. You saved your spiteful words for when you could be sure that he heard you, when you had him begging for mercy.

You would shred him into pieces.

"But now...bring in the tributes. For those she came in the first place!" He continues, coming back to the front of the watchtower, throwing down something you couldn't make out from here.

The doors of one of the buildings got kicked open, a group of heavily armored Renegades dragging in the Kids, bound back to back by some thick rope that you could likely salvage to help yourself during this. Yes, you could technically go in and rip them apart right now to end this sick theater for Waltz, but you would be way slower than them with their knives at their throats.

Aitor, now having made it over to your side with some other PK, almost jumped down without thinking twice, the sight of his kids having bruises and being threatened with knives...you didn't even want to know how much went through your man's head right now. In the last second, you tuck him back harshly, rubble falling down at the edge of the roof when he almost fell to his certain death. He wasn't recovered fully yet, nonetheless trained to jump down or climb such heights, not like you.

"Let me—" "No." You growl, your own eyes widening at the rough tone it had. It was back. This weird feeling. This...rage. This almost unstoppable Rage. "Casey?" Aitor asks in shock, taking a step back for a moment when you unexpectedly produce a growl. "This is MY fault, Aitor. He wants me. I caused this, so I will make sure neither of the two gets hurt..."

It was the last normal vocals you bring out from your slowly changing voice, your whole body trembling before you urge it to jump down. That's when the other door opens.

Infected. So many infected...

Normal you, she wouldn't be able to defend his kids against all of them. He, Waltz, planned his. He really wanted to test you. "Go ahead, little girl. If you don't act quick, they are taken care of real fast!"

The spiking pain in your spine, your muscles, almost everywhere..., it came from nowhere and you fall to your knees, tears crawling up your eyes as you could only pathetically watch the infected slowly sense something near the kids, one by one moving in a distinct direction, forming a slowly closing circle around the kids. Was the thing that Waltz threw down a lure for them?

"Noooooooooooo!" You shout, changing mid-shout into a coarse growl. You feel it boiling inside of you as it felt like your literal muscles shifted, growing with more moments passing. Your formerly normal and gloved hands, claws that desperately scratched at the hard cement, leaving big traces of you having been there.

He wanted exactly this, he wanted to drive you to your absolute worst, drag out your agony and hatred to pull through whatever he did to you all these years ago.

It hurt so badly. The anger was eating you alive, it felt like hell.

It was hopeless in your eyes, sight getting blurry as your body stood up without you getting a big choice. It was hard to control your own limbs anymore. Your new hands flex, your sharper teeth showing as you sneer. This wasn't you anymore...and with every bit of control you lost, you realize the Infected wouldn't be the kids biggest problem if you didn't do something quick.

It would be you...

And suddenly, for you, the world was just gon—

"CASEY!" the voice was familiar. You knew it, you remember it. It was a voice dear to you. It brought you to tears, sometimes from laughing, rarely from sorrow.

But who—

"DON'T LET IT CONTROL YOU, DAMN IT!"

Again, the voice. Every sensation was heightened as you turn around, colors and smells disorienting "you", searching for the voice until you look up and see a man with short black hair, a grumpy face and scars on said grumpy face. Familiar. But...why?

Two scared higher pitched cries, incredibly painful to your now sensitive ears, now behind you, drew you back away from the man. Why where you here?

Two... two.

L-little ones?

Kids. Kids. You were here because of two kids.

Why?

His? The man's? It were his kids?

Those are his kids! Aitor's kids!

You break from your instinct slowly taking control, gripping your head in pain before breaking out into a sprint, an animalistic shout coming out as you jump into the dead crowd, tearing them apart without a second thought, now feeling much clearer. But still, you still felt it, clawing for control. You have to fight it until they were safe.

Speaking of them, you finally got through the infected, shaking them off as they bit at you once you no longer cared about wasting your time on fighting them. There they sat on the floor, crying and shouting for help. Your help.

"I'm here now, i got you!" Your voice, slightly coarse, rang through the loud groans of the dead, picking them up from the floor with unusual strength. Just then, a biter went to attack Emily, that was a name you also remember, right? But you dodged it just before, kicking off it's jaw smoothly, pinning the bundle of two kids under your right arm before you fought your way through the biter, runners and even howlers. At this rate, they wouldn't be the only ones soon. What if they attracted a volatile?!

Quickly, you tried to get them close to the walls of the building you jumped off, but the spikes you haven't seen before made it impossible to climb back up the tall wall in your condition. Nonetheless with the kids under your arms.

As you think about a different way, a headache spikes back up, forcing you to slowly lose more control again, falling to one knee as your eyes fought the now slowly red turning tears, you are in this form for way too long. It's going to eat you from the inside, turning you into nothing but embodied rage. "Come on, Casey, you can fight it, whatever it is, we know that!" It was Jake, trying to get your slowly slipping attention. He's right. Remember. Remember your mission, Lieutenant McKinley, a distant memory of a man far far away would have told you. Remember what you're here for.

You clearly had no chance of getting them out of danger entirely, but a nearby blue plastic tub on the bigger side gave you a spark of an idea that also beat back some of your animalistic Power. While the infected got closer, you quickly ran to it, using as much of your finer motions left to rip two holes into it at the sides. Taking the rope that was binding the kids together, you fix up something that could be called a carrier. A backpack for humans? Your mind didn't care as long as it worked.

"Get in. Quick." You growl, watching the two kids squeeze themselves into the tub, their legs hanging out at both sides. It was definitely not comfortable, but it would give you more space to move. And of course you would have both "hands" free. "Don't be too gentle, Casey. This won't go without a few bruises, We know this, dad will too, so please remember that as well..." Emily whispers timidly behind you once you saddled up, the weight new to you, but acceptable.

You knew that, one of the few things that stayed on your mind. People WILL get hurt from this. Even then, you still glance up to Aitor, your odd vision barely letting you register that he nodded at you. He shouted something towards you. But '...i believe in you...' is the only thing you can read off of his moving lips, feeling more hopeful than before.

"Now now, that wasn't the plan! You're supposed to feel rage, to lose it...you're supposed to do something you'd regret, something that will change your weak pathetic human form forever!" Waltz shouts angrily from his place on the watchtower, his own voice also sounding less normal from getting angrier. But that wasn't what worried you.

It was the horrifying cries behind the door from before that let you feel a shiver crawl down your slightly changed spine.

Volatiles. At least three.

"If you want to protect these useless and weak kids so badly, do it against someone who's more of your caliber!"

The doors get thrown open, a cage at its entrance. How did they manage to cage fucking Volatiles?!

The cage's door gets opened and without much more of a second, the first Volatile, then the second, then the third and then a fourth one jumps out, screeching horribly.

Are you able to survive this?

You had to, didn't you? You gave a promise, you don't break promises. No matter what you are.

"Hold on tightly." You tell Emily and Jake, taking full speed at the first Volatile while they haven't just yet targeted you, leaping at one with a strong push from your legs, swinging your arm at it. It went clean through! The head rolls away, the armored body of the Volatile falling down limp. "Holy shit...you just took that Volatile apart like it was nothing! That was so COOL!" Jake shouts in awe, which made you wonder if he was lying to make you feel better for what your are right now, or if it was genuine amazement.

There wasn't much time left for that thought, as the normal infected that were left got dangerously close to Emily and Jake's legs, your body quickly turning so they couldn't get bitten, taking care of the little fish before returning your attention to the Sharks in the pool.

From the corner of your eyes you saw a face you didn't expect. On the building, near Aitor's side, stood Aiden with Lawan. Was she about to make him stop you? Or at least make him try? Would she make him believe that you try to get the kids hurt?

Then you realize a way to possibly regain more of your control again, you need to stop using your claws, your biggest change on you currently. No matter how well they worked against your current Targets... you can't let the animal in you win, whatever it took.

Pulling out your trusty axe from it's place at your armor's gear belt, freshly cleaned this morning, you get the kids' confused questions thrown at your head, why you didn't continue the way you did and similar. But you need to ignore them for now, you know what you're doing. You hope.

Using your axe, you only make use of the higher stamina, agility, bigger jumps and strength for your advantage, ignoring your rage and it telling you to take the easy way out of this mess by using your claws again, to take it's overdose and let it do your work. To kill everything "you" laid your eyes on... Yet, slowly you felt a positive change from exactly NOT doing that.

This was your way out.

This was your way to stay human.

You felt everyone one's eyes on your, they were watching every move you made.

And you knew if you went down here today, nobody would come to save you. No matter if they wanted to, like Aitor, or not, like Lawan.

So this was no time to act like a fool, Casey. There never really is.

The fog covering your ability to think normally, it lifted with every slash and hit of your axe, the blood of the undead painting the cement, your face and the entire area around you, your growls becoming more higher pitched again until it was just you, grunting and screaming in obvious struggle of controlling the sheer power you now got overwhelmed with, now that you had no second conscious pulling on your brain that decided on how to use said strength and power. Like a drug that stopped working and caused an overdose at the same time, at once it felt bad and wrong. But also good and right.

"Casey? Are you okay?" "I'm feeling great, thanks for asking, kiddo, really." You reply with now a slight smirk, dodging the last Volatile's attack, feeling the two on your back slightly shake around but thankfully stay tightly in the tub.

It's then that you finally hear again what happened around you. Peacekeepers fighting the Renegades. Aiden helped them out while you saw no trace of Lawan.

Aitor was struggling against a heavy armored one, barely dodging his mace's attack with his hindering limp. "Casey! Our dad!" "I can see that, hand me an arrow and my bow, it's the folded 'thing' Emily mentioned to you a few seconds ago!"

You shout to Jake at the back, running away from the angry Volatile at the meantime. "I'm sorry for calling it a-" "It's fine, you can't possibly know any better, just give it to me quickly!"

It would be the only things you needed right now.

Feeling Jake shuffle a bit in the blue tub, you reach your hand behind yourself, grabbing at the folded tactical bow and the arrow both kids gave. With a smooth trust of it away from your body, it springs open to it's full size with a satisfying click, immediately letting you take aim at Aitor's current problem, jumping backwards and high, right onto the Volatile's shoulders as it ran towards you three, using the higher position to line up your shot more linear, taking it immediate before losing the opportunity.

The arrow flew with a little high pitched whistle, hitting it's target right through the throat. The Renegade fell off the roof and into the inner circle you were with the Volatile while Aitor looked at you from his spot on the roof with staggered surprise, he didn't see you switching back to your usual weapons and didn't expect one of your arrows to appear in front of him at that moment.

"Another arrow, one with the yellow, slightly oozing tips, Emily!" You command, soon having one in your hands after having to jump off your meaty high tower before it got too dangerous to stay there, releasing your arrow mid air, aiming at the Volatile's jaw, a weak spot and tactic you used frequently back home.

Nothing hurt them more than an arrow smeared with those disgusting yellow chemicals.

It got skewered up, shortly getting staggered as it desperately tried to pull the barbed arrow tip out of it's open jaw in pain, slight smoke coming from it's throat because of the chemicals burning at it's flesh as you put it down with a well placed axe slash. You pick your bow back up, noticing then that your claws are gone entirely now.

The only things left of your inhumane rage was the incredible adrenaline, which you already knew didn't last all that long. So you take all your left over strength into a big sprint towards the wall from the beginning, jumping off the long spikes to grab the roof's edge. Pulling yourself up with a grunt, you immediately went into fighting the left over Renegades, throwing them down into the pit you just escaped.

You see Aitor a few feet away, quickly kicking and punching away whatever was in your way that wasn't your ally. "Are you three alright?" "I'm...fine..." "Yeah, me too...Casey made sure of that..." They both reply, though sounding rather tired from the whole event. He immediately shoved a Renegade off the roof that got too close to you and his kids, sighing in relief. You look up into his eyes for the first time since this mess began, expecting something like fear for what you were on the inside, something like hate for endangering his kids, for causing all this. But it was nothing like that.

It was worry, for you. For all three of you. "I thought I would lose all three of you today...please, please don't." He begs, pulling you into a hug. The moment was so nice, that you forgot for a minute that there were still Renegades trying to kill you. That was of course until they all stopped, within moments. Their radios went on, each one telling them to draw back, to leave the area for now.

Then you remember. Waltz. Your eyes snap up to the now empty watchtower. This fucking cunt will pay, someday. And then there will be no Infected and no Tower between you two. Even if you lost yourself to your inner madness and rage, you would let it happen if it meant he would get wiped off the face of the earth.

Nobody endangered Emily and Jake. Not without you still able to say a word about that.

The area became quiet and the sun began setting. Did really so much time pass? Did your fogginess change how you perceive time as well?

"It's getting tight in here...Caseyyyy..."

Oh right.

You take off the make shift carrier, carefully cutting away the sides of the tub with your combat knife so they were able to move and stand up. Although maybe they should regain some feeling in their legs first, both you and Aitor keeping them from stumbling back down after they stand up too quickly. "Thank you...again." Aitor says after he could make sure Emily wasn't falling back over with her current weak legs, you doing the same with Jake.

"Aitor...this was all my fault, please, oh god, don't thank me! I'm a mons—" "Ewwww!" Both kids yell in disgust as he shuts you up with an unexpected kiss, his stubble — from not being able to shave in the med bay — slightly prickling you...just like your first ever kiss together. His hand found his way into your long black hair, sticky from all the blood of the infected you killed, but he seemed like he could care less, ignoring who was around you two as he deepened your kiss into a desperate one holding you against him like he could lose you any moment.

"I don't care what you are, as long you remain who you are on the inside. As long as you stay at my side, Casey. I love you, even more than i thought was even possible anymore two days ago..." He whispered against your lips as he kept leaned down to your height, placing two more soft pecks onto your bruised and bloody lip before standing back up straight.

This goddamn brute will kill you with his love someday, he can't just be like this and think that's okay...his presence, all these sides of him were messing with your head, just like when you met in the beginning.

"Do you really love her?"

That voice. That you'd ever hear her voice that calm is a surprise. Patricia. She must've arrived after the masses of Renegades disappeared into their little holes again.

You expected her to have another yelling fit.

You also expected Emily and Jake to run to her.

But neither happens.

"Yes, i do. And you can't change that anymore. No matter how far you go with your threats. This was you. This wouldn't have had to come to this point if you weren't the way you are. But some people see it hard and almost impossible to change themselves..." He slips his arms around you, pulling you close.

And it came in just the right moment, the adrenaline of everything wearing off. Just as quickly as back in the tunnel, your legs giving out from below. It doesn't deter you from looking up to Patricia. A deserved smile of victory wanders onto your face, "Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose, Patricia. Today, we both know who lost, and who won..."

"I can see that. I am not that dense..." She whispered, defeated but still calm.

After that, you weakly slump over in in Aitor's grip, only hearing his worried tone before you fall into a deep slumber...or unconscious, if you prefer that??

You wake back up in a familiar room. It's the med bay. You're lying in the same bed Aitor was in before. And now it's him sitting in the chair beside it, slumped down onto your lap, sleeping soundly. Softly you drove your hand through his now disheveled hair, smiling at the sight before you. He always looked so peaceful when asleep, snoring away loudly as usual. What a literal dad you fell in love with...

"Oh my god, you're awake!" "Shhhh! You're gonna wake Dad!" Both yell at the same volume, making you laugh a bit at their childish innocence. You truly wished for a chance to feel the same way as them as a kid, even if it meant you wouldn't have lived Seneux but in Villedor instead. You'd give so much for a "normal" childhood memory. Then you wouldn't be the monster that you are today...

"Hmmm?" Aitor grunts tired, blinking away the sleep quickly before sitting up straight again, acting like you didn't just see him sleep so soundly. "Casey? Are feeling...good?" He asks with caution, his hands having no spot to lie other than on the bed, so you take them into yours. "I couldn't feel any better, Aitor. And i think i forgot something before I slipped off into dream land...minus the dreams...i love you too, more than you can even comprehend.…"

"Ew." Emily returns once more, cringing at your 'old news' confession but quickly laughed along with Jake, "You two are so weird with each other!" Jake laughs, both of them somehow acting much more freely and independent around you when their mother isn't here.

"Why are we weird?" You ask innocent, Aitor sucking in some air at something you saw as innocent. "Aitor? Did I ask something wrong?"

"No, you can ask anything you want... it's just, Emily and Jake never heard Patricia OR me ever legitimately say these three words to each other. They think it's normal that way."

Wow, that was some sad background on them calling your 'I love you' weird. Now you feel bad, for all three of them.

"Do you think Steven let's me leave the bed already again?" you ask, hoping to hit not ANOTHER sore spot in his family, although it might be hard with said question. Though one never knew. "You've been out like a light for three days, i would hope so, honestly."

Speaking of the white coated devil, he came in just as Aitor finished speaking, "Ah, my patient seems awake? Aitor told me what happened over at the renegade territory and WOW, you must've been an absolute bea-" "Insane person to do this on her own, is what you wanted to say. Right?"

Aitor's glare was practically burning holes through poor Steven as he nods slightly frightened, but you knew what Steven was about to say. You did have to be a beast to handle four Volatiles and this massive horde. But the weird thing, other than in the tunnel, you remember more.

"I know what you mean Steven, and it's fine. It's not an insult in my eyes since it's not a lie. What i am is not normal—" before you can say more, the Door of the med bay room flies open. It was Aiden. He just got a knack for terrible entrances.

What did he want? Is he back to be a bit more condescending towards you? Done with kissing Lawan's ass for once?

"I...i just wanted to say...i wanted to say that i am sorry." He mutters, his head hanging low in his own shame afterwards, but you scoff at it, "Aiden, you threatened me with "neutralizing" me if needed, you accused me of wanting to poison the man I love, the first man i EVER loved and wanted to monitor every move of mine because I'm "a freak", your very words. And why? All because it came out of the mouth of a woman you knew for not even longer than two hours at the first worm she planted in your ears!"

It must've been the first time Aitor has heard of most of the things you listed, eyes widening before looking at Aiden, "Is this right? Aiden, is what she says right, if not, look me in my fucking eyes and tell me that she isn't telling the truth!" He stays quiet, not able to do as Aitor tells him to, "You fucking coward." Aitor tells him in return, keeping his anger towards Aiden in control for you, since it was an obviously sensitive topic by now.

"I saw what she did for you, helping you with your own plan of finding your fucking Sister even though it was NONE of her problems!" He stands up, telling Steven to take Jake and Emily somewhere else for the meantime, he didn't want them to hear their dad yell like this. They probably already heard enough of that when he was still living with his wife.

"And not to forget, how often did she have to help your stupid ass when you got stuck in a Dark Hollow past sunrise, risked her life for you and this is how you thank her?!"

During this lecture, he stayed surprisingly collected, not even once thinking about using his hands to shove or push Aiden. All this man wanted was justice for you.

"I know that. I feel stupid for throwing Casey's trust and help away like this. Lawan got mad at me for giving all of the current substations to the PK, because I had promised that to Casey, and she showed her real personality this night...so i left her at the hideout nearby. I had to make sure to set my priorities straight. And it's not her. Please, accept my apology..."

So she snapped at him? Because he helped the Peacekeepers? I thought she had a good relationship with them AND the survivors?

But accepting his apology so sudden? It would be stupid nowadays to just let him back into your "life" right then. You need your time.

"I can't, not yet. In this new world and especially where I grew up, a good friendship and good relationship in generally all aspects expects trust and loyalty on both sides, otherwise you can never be sure if you, for example, get backstabbed and betrayed. So no. You will have to earn my trust again after all that shit."

That was your own opinion on this situation, knowing that you'll have to return to Seneux at some point. And your initial plan was to bring Hakon's and now also Aiden's dream of a house near the beach into reality with the whole region of Seneux lying at the beach, reaching slowly into the former City of Bordeaux with every piece of land you got back.

But now you would have to think real hard about whether you took these two with you at the end or if you let them wander the road on their own, let them continue to fight for uncertain survival every day.

"I understand. I will give you your time..."

He was about to take his leave again, but stops in the doorframe, "But...if you need any help. If I can do anything for you...i will continue to follow your lead... anywhere, anytime. Just give me a sign..." He told you, probably hopeful that you won't forget about him while he's here in Villedor. After all he still wanted to find Mia.

"I won't." You reply, not giving Aiden any promises about it since you still had your rule of yourself to keep your promises. No matter how. No matter who.

Hearing him leave after he shut the metal door behind himself, you finally managed to breath normally again. When you first departed from Seneux you didn't plan on getting into so much shit in Villedor. Aitor wasn't your initial plan, becoming Friends with Aiden wasn't your plan and it for sure wasn't part of your plan to getting your trust destroyed by said Person either.

Nothing of your initial plan you made with Eric was still in motion or possible, most of it having been made impossible within the first day, when you met Aitor. Your stupid feelings, your stupid heart. Why couldn't they just stay dead like all these years before that?

"You're beating yourself up again, you're making that face again." Aitor claims annoyed, shaking you slightly to pull your attention to him. "He needs to know he can't jump in between loyalties just like that..."

"That's not it...but what if all this here, all our pain and suffering...what if it turns out to be for nothing and i never manage to carry back the Trading contract for The Network? What if for example i don't manage to help Jack gain the leadership over Villedor? Or if anything else goes wrong?"

It was your biggest fear: Becoming a failure to your people back home. Seneux's has always been a region lead mainly by military, even long before the Fall...and failures were often cast out. Of course not officially, that was done in secret since usually Seneux treats their soldiers with the highest respect one could get nowadays while working with the military, or what was left of it. During an outside run your squad would simply get the order of "making sure you couldn't fail again". Then it was not worth anything to have a tight friendship with anyone in said squad. Orders are orders, if you don't plan on being next, you follow these specific orders.

"Don't you worry, with you here to make sure everything goes smoothly, I'm certain you have the Trading contract very soon..."

Aitor, having this much confidence in your abilities, you wished you could say the same about yourself.

But one person believing in you, especially him, it gave you all the hope you'd need for this.

After all, you will walk through fire for your friends, for your mission, for the people you love. What else could you do? Being one of a kind, a freak, a monster, a beast...this was your burden to carry.

Until the very day you died.

Be it in the arms of your love or on the battlefield, the blade of your enemy stuck inside of your body...

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[simpingwriter]

Important Question at the readers of my Aitor/Casey Stories:

The next installment of my beloved shit show includes a nightmare from Casey's perspective. That's all I can say until now.

But what i am wondering,

Would you rather:

read it with the story, so that i include it in the main storyline immediately, the story might take me a week or hopefully less to write and it will be "sad" but not as detailed as I could write it — otherwise it will take way too long to write AND read. Also, reading it like that might make more sense.

Or

rather read it as an extra post, where I can put more detail into it, (making far more gruesome than it was already planned) but it will take even longer to get out, since writer's block is killing me slowly.

Please tell me your choice in the comments, don't just leave a like, it's not helping me in that case :/

You got time to comment till tomorrow, same time as now.

[simpingwriter]

#11 Aitor x Casey 'Off to new Adventures' Pt. 1

Ayup, welcome to Season 2 of my shit writing and terrible memes added as a bonus : )

Also, thanks to my brand new French press that i HAD to try out immediately, i had about 5 cups of astronomically strong Earl Grey tea at the beginning of this story, and counting... I feel e N e R g I z E

And last thing, i would appreciate some feedback nonetheless, so if you got the time, ignore the like button and hit me with some comments instead ❤️ (Because i could really use the motivation to continue...)

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It has been close to a week since your nightmare and your "Thunderstorm Gazing" with your boyfriend. Now, you had been happy to announce that Seneux had finally send a helicopter to your location, sadly not the model you expected, so the flight will take it's time, both ways, but alone the fact that everything worked out in the end, even with your emotions at the very beginning endangering the entirety of it, overshadowed that tiny change of plans.

"Jack? I'm taking it from your unusually warm attitude that you heard of the radio message by now as well?" You asked as you entered his office that overviewed the Ship's open center, having being called in by him at the next evening and a day after Flight Control in Seneux contacted you in the newly functional Radio room of the PK, telling you their approximate time of arrival. Hepper, who spent his free time waiting along with you, freaked out. Part of him was until now still in slight disbelief that Seneux actually existed, that you weren't just a really convincing, incredibly suicidal and bored con-man...woman?, that decided to fool an entire City because she saw them clinging to any bit of hope.

But no.

They are so very real.

"Yes, i...i did. And i wanted to thank you. Again."

Jack Matt? The leader of the PK, wanted to thank you? For what, you only did your job. Somehow he doesn't realize that at any given moment, you could've decided against both factions in the city. That you could've just taken over the city with Seneux in case both factions were rats asses. A huge factor that got you to work with anyone in the first place, was non other than Aitor. Next to Hakon, one of the first normal people you met in all of Villedor. And if you think back to how many people you met before him in old Villedor, the amount of nut cases in this area could scare you.

If the first personal contact with the PK would've been some of the more...extreme...cases, you probably wouldn't have sided with them. Or at least would've had a hard time listening to them afterwards. That's why the Survivors, or the Bazaarians, lost your faith at basically the first point of contact. Like savages, only thinking of their own gain and health. Seneux didn't need such a "partnership", it would be a betrayal written down before it even happened.

"Jack, don't thank me. Thank your men for showing their best sides instead, for showing me that you are a better choice for Villedor's future. Would they have been like, or similar, to the Survivors...i wouldn't be able to guarantee the same outcome as today."

You had been send to decide on who to trust with this contract in your backpack, on whom's back Villedor's future will rest. That meant it wasn't definitely going to be one of whatever amount of groups you'd find in the city. You also had gotten the chance and allowance to take the groups out, assassinate them quietly, before contacting Seneux again.

It was worst case scenario, but a very possible one indeed.

Not the first time either.

"Knowing you...i don't have to thank just my men...but mostly Aitor, isn't that right?"

Jack wasn't surprised when he found out that Aitor was dating you, instead he seemed already back then relieved that his was him and nobody else. Aitor was one of Jack's favorite Soldiers to show off their skills and genuine personality. Calm, collected, strong and very loyal towards his faction and own men. Not far over the average with the brains — not Einstein, you meant — but definitely not literal moldy scones for brains, like some other individuals you have met.

"Well yes...but most of your men are not to be ignored either...in fact, it's what I needed to talk to you about anyways, sir." Jack's eyebrows quirk up at your suggestions, telling him your request to take some of his men, with whom you had already spoken with beforehand to ask their opinion, back to Seneux to further develop their skills in battle and scouting for missions. After all Villedor's military had to get onto Seneux's level very soon in case of emergencies and all the men you take back to Seneux to learn advanced techniques would be able to teach the PK back in Villedor after their one-sided "Student Exchange course".

"I do remember having signed that part of the contract after all, tell me which men you want to take along with you and i will look that i can make it possible, it's the best i can offer after your help for now."

Jack's right, manpower is for now their only real currency they can trade with, but Seneux will make sure they can build up a wide arrangement of goods for the future. Be it wegetables, fruits or animals.

"Well, for once, Aitor and his family, i promised them to take them with me. Indefinitely. For those that i want to take for a later specified amount of time, it would be Brooks, Hepper, Jackson, Wierzbowski and Rowe. I will train them myself and they will be able to teach everything they learn from me to your men afterwards. Basically like an investment for the future."

For a few minutes, Jack wanted to argue, since some of them were Jack's most promising men and he was fearing what would happen if the Renegades planned another attack, a heavy one especially, while they were in Seneux. But you reminded him of the odd observation Aiden made on his missions in the last two weeks: Renegade activity has been at an all time low, most were holed up in their outposts or even ran when they just saw Aiden. A very sudden change in nature, for sure, but some PK told you that that's actually how they behaved before Waltz started meddling with them. That the Butcher usually kept them back, on a short leash.

"Fine, take them, if they have already agreed themselves i see no further problems. If you can promise me that they'll learn something worth it in the future, i won't complain. After all this is now a partnership." He agreed, handing you a glass with a golden liquid. Whiskey? You thought he doesn't share his Whiskey, since it was from the Old Worlds?

"I know that face, yes I'm giving you a glass of it, you deserve a private celebration of a grand future of collaboration. Take it." He told you calmly as you took the kind gesture. Clinking your glasses together, he nods to you.

"For a grand future ahead!" "For a grand future ahead!" You two cheer quietly as you down the alcohol, it had an incredibly smooth after-taste, barely burned. It reminded you of those served in Seneux's bars, which made sure for you that it was old world whiskey, since the Whiskey served in Seneux was mostly from a trade in England...or rather Scotland. But the borders in Great Britain got kind of blurred after the Fall.

You spent a few more minutes explaining the plan of the extraction team that was going to arrive, in about two hours if nothing worse happened on the way, but then left to make sure your personal affairs had been finished.

Which mostly was waiting for Aitor to return from his "ex" wife's place to collect his kids and whatever they wanted to take with them on the trip. With your crutches under your arms like currently normal after your still questionable hip fracture on the VNC Tower, you hop back down the flight of stairs, only to find Hepper and Brooks waiting around a corner to find out what came out of the conversation. "Don't look at me like that, Brooks, i talked with him, he said you can with us. You two, Rowe, Jackson and Wierz. No problem."

Both fist bump the air, immediately dropping their normal act of hard asses to celebrate like the boys they actually were on the inside, "Hell yeah! We'll gonna kick some fucking asses after that!"

"Aren't you already?" You ask confused, not knowing why they thought they are that weak, sometimes thinking the whole PK as a whole got some weird self conscious issues. They could use some therapy, everyone of them.

"Not like you're already, you're a completely different level of badass..." Hepper says, the one who at the very beginning was the most sceptical of you, after all you're a fucking dwarf against most of the PK. But what can you say other than that half the height is concentrated anger and rage. You're a prime example. "Stop it, you and the rest have all your strengths and weaknesses, just like i do. You would do fine without me as well. But now you're mine and I will not let down until you're happy with yourself."

Or in other words: Until they beg you to stop kicking their normal-mortal asses.

They went to pack their few things and gear to be ready when the helicopter had arrived and you did the same. Thankfully you somehow learned how to stay organized with your stuff during your stay in Villedor, most of your stuff you always had with you was kept neatly in your big hiking backpack, some exceptions like the clothes you wore yesterday and your green thermo flask were quickly collected and stuffed into your backpack as well.

That morning, you gave Aiden the request to get your dirty clothes that you left in a chest in Aitor's quarters in the PK Base in Old Villedor, getting his promise that he would make sure to get them for you since you still weren't able to traverse the roofs like usually. You wouldn't be able to for another four weeks at least, unless you somehow found a way to control your adrenaline beforehand, knowing it was capable of helping you heal wounds and damage more quickly.

"Guess this is it. Finally leaving this hole again, at least until I'm able to run again..." You tell yourself, looking into a dirty and slightly cracked mirror you found a while ago, placing it in your and Aitor's quarters on "Missy". For a weird reason, you would kinda miss this mess of a city. Maybe the feeling it woke inside of you, knowing the people in it depended on your help. It felt uncannily nice knowing you're the only hope for so many people to get back a partially normal life again, giving you a feeling of...superiority. In Seneux nobody had to depend on just one person, their they had entire troops of similar people like you, minus the destructive other part of you. In Seneux it wasn't changing a lot whether you where there or not.

At least that's what you always felt when you got literally enlisted to help with farmers' work with your squad when you had no actual missions. Squads of the Security System Branch were more 'Women and Men for every Problem' instead of just enlisted as pure military and police force.

A farmer needed help with his apple trees and your squad could use more money for their families? Guess you're going to pluck some fucking apples!

"Oh, you're already done packing?" A familiar voice questions surprised, it was Aiden, holding a linen drawstring bag with your missing clothes and other objects that were yours as he stood in the "doorframe" of the Container you stayed in. "You not?", You returned casually, thanking him for keeping his promise after taking the bag from his gloved hands, "Eh, don't have all that much personal stuff. Just some weapons and some clothing... always fits neatly in my backpack." He comments, taking a seat in the chair you used for clothes beforehand, crossing his legs as he watched you clean the floor a bit.

"I hope you're aware that the PK don't give a shit if the floors are clean...if you haven't realized yet..." Aiden points out, knowing the containers could use a good cleaning too, but he cared less about it than you, "Well, i don't care. I don't leave behind a mess when I leave a place. I was raised with Old Worlds manners...mostly."

Mostly, yeah, but in some situations you had been more rough and "primitive" than a Pilgrim for example. Like stopping an argument. You got taught to talk it out, like it should be.

But you preferred to smack your opinion and idea into the other one's head. Be it with your hands or a blunt object. Nowadays you had to be ready to stand by your opinion no matter how. Yeah, you could talk it out. But 99% of outsiders weren't like you, being the ones to respond aggressively. In the end, you're just defending yourself and your point.

"And by the way...i...i know we got mostly over our argument from before...but..."

It was about the time your got to the Central Loop and Lawan told him "you're too dangerous to be kept alive", basically and he risked your entire partnership back then. You had learned to see past it, simply telling him you didn't want to hear anything from Lawan again. And that you wouldn't take her to Seneux, she would be the actual threat with her tendency to hold these grudges for longer than they are healthy.

"I wanted to say that I'm sorry...again...i should've trusted you. I don't know why I thought that you would use your powers to harm the innocent. I know you, if it happened, you would curse yourself more than anyone else..."

Instead of joining him in his try to continue talking about a subject you had basically already forgotten again at this point, you wave him off, telling him at everything was fine. Mostly.

"I...i just need to tell you how thankful i am that you make Hakon's dream of living at least near a beach a possibility...you didn't have to, especially after what we both did...but you did anyways. Thank you." "It's fine, just shut up buddy, i can't hear your ass kissing anymore..." You joke, throwing a bag at him. It held some neat things he maybe could use.

It included a grappling hook that your hazy mind on the tower somehow still managed to snag up on its way up. You gave him both since you had your own technically in Seneux, you just to talk with your dad so you could have it back. You also found some inhibitors and boosters lying around before the whole tower accident and just never found a good timing to hand him them, so you began hogging them until you did find the time.

"Oh wow, five Inhibitors?! Where did you..." His face was in awe at the rare loot you just simply threw at him, a face like a kid on Christmas was the best example. "Don't mention it. Just... try to be careful with them, okay? Inhibitors seem to be the reason the Renegades have gone so far off the rails, I'm 100% sure..." Carefully, he nods, putting everything he took from the bag back into it to look at everything with a calmer eye later on.

"There you are!" Hakon, his accent so unique almost that you didn't have to turn around to know it was him, "Hello to you too, Hakon?" You return as a question when he wanders into the room casually. Ever since it was sure he would come along with you and the rest, you threw in a few friendly words for him with the guards so they let him through when he needed to talk with you. "Oh, yeah, hi Casey!"

What an idiot.

"Listen Hakon, first rule already... don't marry yourself through half the women in Seneux. They... they'll surely make you regret." It was more of a friendly tip for him instead of a rule, looking over your shoulder to eye him with your eyebrows pulled up, "Okay?" You ask, waiting for him to nod, "Don't worry, i won't. But i will still date them~"

He will get his sorry ass beaten red. You need to remember to film the consequences. "And no shady business, no murder, no shady side business murder either. We still go by old world law. Your ass will get jailed for that..."

You hear him swallow and laugh nervously, "O-okay...one time business, promise."

And how worthless this man's promises were, you knew that. "Lie to me one more time today and I will kill you myself when we catch you doing some shady shit." You told him bluntly, now turning around fully, perfectly on time to see him go deathly pale at your threat. "But i thought-" "That murder wasn't allowed? For you? Yes. For me, in my field of work? Not if needed."

He went silent after that, staring at the floor, just as pale as before as Aiden had to hold back his laughs at the fear written onto Hakon's face. It didn't take long till Aitor was back as well, Emily and Jake behind him. All three looked like they went through some bad emotional trouble back at Patricia's place.

"Holy sh- hell... Aitor? Are you three okay??" He sighs, plopping himself down on the bed as Emily and Jake simply stared at you, almost tearing up again it felt, "Our mom yelled at us...gave you the fault...for everything."

They couldn't hold back, running to you to hug you tightly, "But dad said it's not your fault, that it's her fault...", you just wanted to be the grown up, not wanting to say anything mean about their real mother in their presence like she definitely did about you instead, but they continue before you could, "We believe him, our dad doesn't lie...not like our mom did. She hurt our dad...she...she actually hit him." She what?! If you could, you would've gone to give her a piece of your mind, but you couldn't.

From the side, you see Aitor hiding his face in his hands, probably asking himself how his marriage could have gone so sour so quickly back then. You wished you could help him answer this question, but you couldn't, you had only come into play when it was already broken, only holding together for the kids and even that was crumbling.

"Nobody hurts our dad, no matter who!" Jake says for them both, Emily nodding with determination, "We just wish mom could've made dad as happy as you...", You understand their wishes for a less broken family, remembering how your unwanted and unexpected disappearance as a kid almost broke apart your own family. "Don't worry, i will make sure he keeps smiling more often again and that you keep yours as well." You assure them, ruffling them through their hair before sitting down to give Aitor some attention as well.

"Love? I'm here for you, everything will be fine..." You jump over the unnecessary question of 'Is everything okay?' since he clearly felt like nothing was alright right now. "The mother of my own kids just yelled and shouted at them, cursed them for liking you more than her...said she shouldn't have kept them...she..." He stammers, in disbelief of the woman he once seemed to have loved enough to marry. "People change...some into something positive...some into something negative..."

He merely nods at your quote, sighing into his hands before putting them down, "It's just...after your nightmare and what you told me about it...hearing her fucking words wishing she aborted them...kill them basically. You can't imagine how angry they made me." He whispered quietly enough so his kids couldn't hear them, your arms taking him into a tight hug, "I can't know, but i can surely imagine. Don't let her words get to you, nothing hurts more than words."

The room was quiet as you kept assuring him until he was back to his more confident self, leaving behind her shallow, empty threats and words to not further pull down his kids along with him. You would make sure he could let out his rage and sadness he build up over these few years because of her treatment of him and their kids. Be it by physical training, some one on one talking or both. He needed to let it go, she is in the past now and his future is what he needs to look forward to. You truly hoped you're going to be a part of that future for longer. Hoped that you stayed such a good team even when things calmed down, once everyone acclimated themselves to the entirely different environment of Seneux.

That he still sees you the same way he did the entire time in Villedor.

"Delta Four to McKinley, Delta Four to McKinley, please respond, over." Your radio went back to life after many hours of silence, finally having back contact via your own radio after you had to abandon said contact before entering Villedor, "McKinley here, Delta Four, report on position and any kind of trouble, over." You reply, the military talk odd to you even though you hear it with other squads all the time. It's almost never used with you and the other members of your squad. It was more of a hassle than anything else.

"Delta Four has eyes on target, landing 1 mile north west of location in 15 minutes, over."

This was your cue to respond with your confirmation, quietly motioning the people slouching down tiredly around you to stand up and pick up their luggage. If you wanted to meet up in time, you had to move quickly and now. Was this how parents felt in the past, when they needed to catch a plane flight in the morning?

"Understood, Rendezvous at location. Plan in 20 minutes. Over." You needed more time to cross the city, especially since you couldn't run.

"You two go get the others, i showed you the location on the map. We will meet up there, due to my complications i will start heading there immediately since currently I'm the slowest of us..."

You leave them with your last orders for now, Aitor picking up the bags of the kids and his own to follow after you. Aiden nodded to Hakon, throwing his backpack onto it's usual place before doing what you just told him: find the PK you wanted to take along and leave for the helicopter. "I got this, you follow Casey already, shouldn't take me too long..."

It took him a while.

You, who already expected him to take a bit longer than planned, waited calmly at the borders of the city, leaning against a tree with crossed arms, yawning exhausted from a stressing time and having to plan the extraction plan, a Backup plan and the general location of extraction till the late night on your own since two days, only for Seneux having to be like 'Yeah no...sorry. you will have to plan in an 8 hour flight. Not 3. Oops-'

You basically didn't sleep for 48 hours and you felt it in every limp of your weak still very mortal body.

"Are you okay?" Jake asked worried, seeing you slump down a bit but you nod anyways, "Just a bit tired... nothing serious, trust me."

It wasn't anything serious, you knew that, it was simply exhaustion. Aitor saw your posture and helped you stand more stable by letting you lean on him, "I told you, we should've already gone to the Rendezvous point, they'll find it themselves." "Nah, fu- forget that, I'm not risking the other option, honey."

Surely, five minutes later they saw a group of people jogging up to the four of them, slightly panting PK behind Aiden and Hakon who barely broke a sweat. "You surprisingly took your time. Thought you would be here before us. Now come on, you're already making bad first impressions with making them wait that long." You didn't give them a moment to defend their slacking, motioning them to follow you once you turned around, hopping forward to meet the extraction team.

The first face you saw was a familiar one. It's Charles, your second in command, he took over the squad when you aren't available, like the last three months. He saw you and his frown immediately deepened, "You 5ft walking tower of crap-", and you could only smile back. "I missed you too, Charles." "You know exactly why I am angry!"

Surprisingly enough, you didn't. What a shocker.

"Also, my god...you all smell like shit. Literally everyone of you." He complains, waving his hand dramatically in front of you, "Ya know, i think i remember mentioning that Villedor's water situation is complicated, just like you and your "relationship" with Sophia?. I don't know if you know, but water is important for showers." Charles takes a few seconds to let the information sink in before taking a quick glance at everyone behind you, "...Say...how are you not dead yet? You're quite literally the biggest hygiene freak."

What an exaggeration. You weren't a hygiene freak, you just knew that a freshly showered body was less attention grabbing in a mass of infected than if you're smelling like you're all smelling right now, you're incredibly aware of that effect. But as said, water problems made it hard to take a shower every second day like you're used to. But you personally also get numb to certain odors over time. "So who did you bring along to take home?"

He changed the subject when he saw you being less than happy yourself about the shower situation of the last three months, being able to count the amounts of showers you were able to take in +90 days on somehow both your hands. You turn around with your crutches, which got eyed suspiciously by your second in command as well, introducing the friends you made in Villedor during your stay. And of course the kids too, hearing Charles' surprised gasp as you introduce them and Aitor.

"He's your WHAT NOW!?"

Groans and moans of nearby infected got louder as his shouting grabbed their hungry attention, surprisingly the landing of the helicopter didn't, your eyes almost rolling to the back of you head in annoyance as you tell everyone with quick gestures to enter the helicopter, "Get in, Charles, you woke the dogs..." He gets in before you and just as you wanted to pull the heavy metal sliding door shut, he stopped you, few infected already gaining on the helicopter as Garrett started the rotors. "Don't, the door's broken."

Great. They sent the broken helicopter to get you. How have they not managed to fix that stupid door in the last three months?!

You kick away one of the infected runners that still somehow reached the side entrance of the helicopter, Emily pulling herself against Aiden's leg because he was closest while Jake watched in awe, as always. "We are full, take the next one..." You deadpan into it's rotten face, watching it fall back down and stand up relatively soon afterwards, but that wasn't your problem. For now at least.

"Now explain to me...how YOU...of ALL people, start dating a single dad of two!?" Charles snaps, pacing up and down the spacious cargo room of the helicopter as he tried to wrap his head around that. How was that his priority in questioning? Instead of maybe asking why it took you two and a half months longer than you planned it to be, instead of asking about the general mission.

But nooooo... he's gotta Gossip. Call you 'princess' every second day to mock your ass but ends up being the bigger drama queen...

"Well, it was just right? He's right? For me? I guess?" You try finding some kind of answer to his idiotic question without revealing too much about your feelings for him, but Aitor had to break that wall you tried to build up immediately when he wraps his right arm around you tightly, pulling you against him, "She became the reason I like to wake up and work again. She makes my kids happy, me happy and my men like her as well, as friends of course. She couldn't be more perfect."

You turn to look at him, eyeing him with a 'Wow, way to stay subtle near your men, Aitor' glance and he just shrugs, "I don't care, they all know already anyways. I'm just very thankful that i met you."

Charles holds back a laugh, you knowing exactly he will retaliate with something mean in a playful way and you didn't know if Aitor would get the joke, "If there would be a devil, he would see competition in Casey. She's a nut job, that's the reason she's been single the whole life of hers..."

What a blatant fucking liar. "You fucking wanker, stop lying and tell the truth for once!I rejected every man that ever confessed to me because they are irresponsible idiots!" And he just simply chuckles shortly, giving you a thumbs up and a blunt 'I know' afterwards.

Wait...did you just not get his sarcasm either!?

You had to be deeply sleep deprived if you didn't see his terrible quality of sarcasm right then, if there was one type of jokes Charles was terrible at, it was sarcastic ones. You heard immediately when it was meant or not. Usually.

"I remember you more...quick witted. He fook that outta ye?" He then asks, his scottish accent slipping slightly through, your face turning hot at what he inquired. Oh Charles definitely knew, no need to answer his question verbally, your shocked, caught red handed face spoke like an open book to him.

Aiden and Aitor chose to hold the kids' ears shut as you and Charles argued on, but even to outsiders it was evident that none of the insult was to be taken serious. It was in those few minutes that Aitor saw an already completely new and beautiful side of you, the one you usually probably only showed around your oldest and longest friends. And he loved every ounce of it, knowing how happy being with them made you. It made him believe that even once in Seneux, you two wouldn't lose sight of each other, just like you did with your colleagues and friends.

"I hope you know that Eric will lose his shit once he sees...Aitor, was it?", mentioned man nods at Charles making sure he remembered the name, ignoring your obvious sneer, "Listen, Eric can kiss my ass, the little pilgrim twat has been rejected more times than he can count..."

Every time he tried to win you over with anything really, it ended the same way, with you being disappointed in him clinging to you instead of moving on. "Wait... Another Pilgrim?" Aiden butts in after he made sure Emily sat in one of the seats with "seatbelts" as well as Jake before adding himself to the conversation, "Yeah, he can barely call himself a Pilgrim anymore though, ever since he met Casey five years ago he ran after her, barely leaving the region anymore, working with us on missions or else, just not officially."

Finally getting a moment to settle down next to Aitor, barely able to catch your short fall onto one of the fixed field beds from exhaustion and clearly not enough rest in the last hours. You were sure that Charles would be able to keep a conversation with Aiden and the rest onboard very well on his own as you decide to rest your heavy head on Aitor's side. A yawn involuntarily escapes you, his arms snaking around you in a reflex.

Due to the open side of the helicopter, cold air and now cold rain as well came through. Soon, everyone shook at the declining temperatures so Oliver, the medic and Scout of your "rival" squad, showed everyone a crate of supplies they took along for exactly such a possibility of events. Multiple blankets, soft, freshly washed, the familiar scent of laundry detergent sticking to the colorful choices of fabrics. Miles of a difference to the blankets you hogged and stole in Villedor.

"In the thermos are various kinds of soups, they should all be labeled and be 1 liter in liquids. And Casey, Charles made sure to snag some of his mum's bone broth, told me you liked it?"

PK, Aiden, Hakon, Aitor and the kids stand around the crate, looking already now surprised beyond their expectations. "Few months ago i have been searching high and low for simply a useable thermos, you know, for winter? And now I'm looking at a crate filled with them, holy crap." Aiden rambles excited, determining by the label that he chose to eat...drink?...Tomato Soup. Remembering the Tomato Soup you usually had in MREs during longer missions, you hoped this one was just as good.

"Bone Broth?" Aitor quirked an eyebrow at you, handing you first two blanket to huddle under together after he had made sure his kids were packed in as well and then gave you the mentioned broth contained in a thermos sporting your favorite color — already long before you met the PK — a deep blue that almost matched Aitor's gear's color.

"Ye, i kinda like the odd taste of it? Pretty much ever since i was a kid, i think?" You hum, unscrewing the top that also worked as your mug, humming satisfied as you smell the familiarity of it. It definitely was from Charles' mum's cooking.

Smiling at Aitor's curious glances that he desperately tried to hide, you hold the steel mug up to him with one hand, intertwining your other one with the one resting protectively on your thigh. "No, love, you're definitely more hungry than i am, please-" "Just drink it, you're looking at it like a dog looks at a sausage on its owner's plate..." You push further until he gives up, knowing you wouldn't back down no matter how badly your stomach growled. Shaking his head at you, he takes a cautious sip since he wasn't directly needing any burns today. It was no longer too terribly hot so he finished the mug after three gulps, making sure to wipe away the excess of it on his mouth's corners.

"I-i... it's different. But...a good different? I never thought something that gets quite literally made from cooking animal bones for hours could actually taste good??". You end up happily sharing said bottle with your boyfriend, him, in exchange for drinking that much it, getting a second thermos with what turns out to be chicken noodle soup. Sadly though no chicken meat pieces...just soup. And noodles.

Aitor wanted to take a quick look at his kids, make sure they still felt okay after already two hours on board, the harsh rain throwing itself at his face at an unfortunate moment as he stood up. To his surprise, they didn't seem to mind any of the certain change in their current lives, instead they were actually sleeping, both clinging to two thick wool blankets Rowe dug out for them when the normal ones didn't help as much anymore. Their faces looked relaxed, no signs of stress or fear. Not like in Villedor, where they had to fear for their dad, themselves or you almost every second day.

They trusted your kind words, your promises: Seneux would be changing their lives for the better, they wouldn't have to worry about tomorrow again. But of course you couldn't promise them, you wouldn't, that you or their dad won't get hurt there either. It's a risk everyone had to learn about you and your line of work, better quickly and soon instead of lying until it's too late. They threw a little hissy fit and cried, wanted you and Aitor to do something less dangerous, but it was hard explaining to the two — with words that weren't too difficult — that to you at least, you didn't know how important the military still was to Aitor, this was more than work. It was your passion.

Helping others, keeping people save. Keeping loved ones save. And making sure it stayed that way until the day you could no longer run and jump across the roofs and gaps of the world...

It would take some time to fully get them to understand but you were determined.

"Sound asleep... however they manage to do so in a bloody fucking helicopter." He tells you, yawning right after himself, "Put your ass on the field bed and i show you just how manageable that is." Too tired in question your request anymore, he nods, waiting for you to stumble up from the said bed, still catching you tightly in his hands as you almost slip. Once he laid down, you climb back onto of him. The squeaking of the metal limbs below you made you slow down with your hasty need to warm yourself up on his chest and the rest of his lengthy but still broad body.

"In the Military a soldier learn to sleep anywhere. Emily and Jake know how it goes...i do too, you should as well..." You whisper exhausted, slowly and carefully crawling up to his shoulders from below the massive blanket he decided to cover you with. He could only lazily give you a half smile in response, his hands holding you gently against himself to keep you as close as comfortably possible.

This would be a long flight, right back home, back to your old life and work for you and into a new adventure and life for your new found friends, some of them you could call family...

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How it fives to gum chew.

Gum gum chew

Shit- Sense your stimulates!?

Maybe it's Maybelline.

Maybe it's... Caterpillars?!

Casey and Aitor? No good combination after 1AM.

Me and Black Tea? Dating, expecting more kids.

Trivago? Hotel.

[simpingwriter]

#10 Aitor x Casey 'Your big and strong Protector' (18+)

✨Birthday-Special✨

Well first of all, big fat warning, Casey's Nightmare is filled with things that some may find less fun to experience. Let's say that. The nightmare isn't crucial for the rest of the story, you can skip it, but it still adds optional feels to the whole Oneshot.

Waltz in these stories also is specifically written by me to be unlikable. I made him a true cunt and he stays that way ( just like Jack Matt stays more likeable)

And holy hell, this became a 10k mess halfway through, i forgot partially what I wrote beforehand at some part, fully lost my interest in the plot at another part, had simply no ideas for most of it and in a whole, it reads to me like crap. But maybe you like it, i hope you do :/

Last thing, this is my birthday present to myself, this cluster of bad ideas.

✨ I'm turning 20 today, btw ✨ 🎉🎉

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It was raining terribly as you huffed in burning pain. You had found Waltz, finally. You fought him, at first on your own, then Aiden found you and the PK followed very close behind, Aitor not knowing what happened, had his kids along. And now you're the only person left, once again on your own, the others — Aiden, Aitor, Hakon, Brooks, Hepper, Rowe, Jackson, Wierz, Jack and unfortunately Emily and Jake — got captured while they tried to help the others, now sitting in a former Police Van with a cage, forced by Waltz to watch how he toyed with you, brought you down to your knees, hit by hit...

And indeed, all they could possibly do was watch, as the entire car was surrounded by Renegades in case just one of them decided an escape attempt. Waltz played you like a fiddle. He used your strengths efficiently against you, probably having planned ahead of this possible encounter. It all went so well for you at the beginning, you even felt like you finally had some control over your adrenaline. But it was useless, a mere bubble dream.

With a crushing grip, he pins you against a car nearby, his eyes, black veins similar to those around your eyes giving him a crazed look, piercing yours as he starts laughing manically and mockingly once you began scratching at his veiny arms desperately, fighting for the upper hand once again. "Oh Casey...you silly little girl, you won't learn, ever, will you?" He asks slyly, cocking his head at your weakening attacks, "Do you really think you have what it takes to even hurt me anymore!?"

He turns away from the wall, keeping you in his hand's grip until he grunts in disgust and throws you across the ground you previously fought on, a former highway bridge. You try to catch yourself to soften the blow, but you were too late, taking the heavy impact with the ground full force, headfirst. There was no time left for you to stand back up, feeling the wet sensation of your blood immediately starting to flow down your head and to your neck due to your adrenaline forcing immense high blood pressure onto your heart. Just as you kneeled back up on all fours, your eyes widen as you see his foot flying towards you with unstoppable force, kicking you back down, blood splattering from your mouth, feeling your teeth loosen after he specifically targeted your lower jaw.

Something was wrong...why...why couldn't you fight back??

Your whole body shook from both the cold and the pain flooding you body, your muscles and their cramps standing in your way, not acting accordingly to your panicked orders directing them to let you fight back as Waltz restrains you against an old street lamp with your hands, chuckling darkly at your unusually weak appearance, shaking his head like a disappointed parent.

"I'm...I'm going to kill you, motherfucker!" You yell, spitting your own blood whether you want to or not, ignoring the pain flaring up in you former teeths' places and your general jaw area as he gives the Renegades the command to 'have some fun with you' after giving them some knives.

Why couldn't you defend yourself, why couldn't you free yourself!? This couldn't be real!

Ripping against the heavy chains around your wrists, trying to escape whatever was about to happen, you had to realize that you simply couldn't run. Closing your eyes, you ready yourself for even more of the incoming pain.

Hearing Aitor's desperate shouts that begged you to fight back, knowing he was mere 7ft from you, you look away from him in shame. The last thing you wanted him to see was you weak, incapable of fighting back for some unknown reason to you.

Growling in an attempt to scare them, you glare at the Renegades, but they didn't step back...they knew you were defenseless, knew that you couldn't get your revenge since Waltz most likely will kill you tonight. Were you going to die because you have been thinking too highly of you own capabilities, or what was happening right now?

At the first knife sinking into your tender flesh, you hold back your cries. As well as the second one. Then the third follows. A fourth. A fifth. Your boosted abilities and adrenaline made it almost impossible to bleed out during that, it was produced like water from a storm cloud that was about not burst. Thick, metallic and red Water.

Eyes ripped open as far as you could possibly imagine, you stare right through the holes of the masks your attackers wore. You wouldn't fucking give him that satisfaction, not him, not Waltz.

"F-fuck you..." You push out through bloodied teeth as Waltz tells them to back up, probably deciding that he was the better choice for hurting you, since he knew where it would hurt the most. In your head.

"Listen here and well, 'little girl' ", by now, he used the nickname only to enrage you even more since he knew through enough intel that it was reserved for one man and only one man, "By the end of all of this...you will fucking regret bothering me. This was between me and Aiden, but you...little... bitch", with each word, he kicks you into your lower abdomen, each one feeling like a knife on their own already.

That place was already a painful spot to get hurt at due to important organs, but this time...it felt different, dreadful. With every kick into your small body, it trying to shield itself by pulling itself into a weak, twitching ball, you felt sicker to your stomach, until you taste even more fresh blood in your mouth, "You just have to stick your pretty little head into the big men trouble, huh? Tonight, you will learn the consequences... what's your face about?"

With mangled growls and whines, feeling one more loose tooth in your mouth, you sense the blood in your mouth drip down your trembling lips as you heave for something so unfamiliar, it felt almost alien. You could breath well still, he didn't kick your lungs, so why was your body acting up? Why did a kick to your stomach suddenly put your system off that badly?!

"I see...i guess i have to inspect this. How peculiar..."

He mumbles cryptically as he kneels down to your body, pulling out a crude knife. The way he placed you to "operate" on you, everyone of your friends had a "prime viewing" of your torture, the rain making it almost impossible to see what was rain and what was your now ugly tears running down your face, except that they are colored red. "Please..." You finally broke apart pathetically as he got close to your stomach with his blade, knowing he was about to gut you, for sure, there was going to be nothing gentle about this.

"It's a bit late for that, don't you think, little one? Now hold still, or i might slip..." He acted like it wasn't a big deal, putting weight onto your legs that kicked out in a last attempt of defending yourself as he began cutting up your abdomen. The pain wasn't as bad as the sight, feeling like puking as you see your own body getting opened like a cadaver, like a corpse during autopsy.

But it was only the beginning. As you feel raindrops fall into your now open body, shaking all over in shock, he hums in surprise, sticking his whole hand into your insides without hesitation, but more with manical interest.

Or at least your thought it were your insides. But it was something entirely else, you'll realize soon. With horror.

With a powerful, uncaring tug, Waltz rips whatever was in your stomach out, your blood and some kind of unfamiliar liquid splattering across the already dirty, unhygienic ground. Your ears deafened out your friends shouts, especially Aitor, continuing to beg Waltz to leave you, to let you go.

Fear and pain paralyzed you as you saw what it seems to be in Waltz's hand. It was barely the size of a lemon... it's so tiny. So...so... vulnerable.

"Who would've thought that an old man like the Lieutenant still got hot ammo in his gun's chamber!" He laughs after shouting once again mockingly, looking over to the now broken man in question, of course Aitor, who was trying his best to keep Emily and Jake from hearing and seeing what was happening to their favorite person. To their new mom, as they chose to call you since a short while.

In Waltz's bloody hand was a barely developed, bloody fetus, umbilical cord still dangling on it.

And with one full glance at it, it's tiny life it never managed to live ended because of Waltz, your adrenaline vanished, at least the part that forced your muscles to fight against your restraints. It didn't let you bleed out, forced you fight on passively. Even though now, suddenly, you desperately begged for the sweet embrace of death.

You...you were... pregnant?

"Looking at you, i actually don't wonder how. At your pretty face, even a sterilized man would be able to become a father, my god you're a pretty little girl indeed." Waltz laughs again, carelessly throwing the now dead once-would-have-been-your-child onto your petrified but quickly beating chest. He was a total psychopath, you knew that, but this, you didn't know he was such a cold hearted bastard.

"What...why..." You stammer weakly, your brain not registering what just happened, the image of your and Aitor's dead child stuck in your head.

The images of a now no longer possible, a destroyed future, even more prominent, Aitor playing with your son or daughter, showing him the outdoors and it's beauty for the first time or Emily and Jake are trying to teach it simple things like crawling. They would've been amazing older siblings. He would've been amazing at raising it just like had done with his two own kids...

But most importantly: Your own gift towards Aitor, the biggest gift he once quietly told you when you questioned your relationship you could have given him...was now dead, lying on your heaving chest like a mangled ball of flesh.

On your right, you hear something you have never heard before, Aitor was screaming loudly into the rainy night, his usually calm tone broken as he sank to his knees in his makeshift prison, even next to his fellow men towards whom he usually kept up his stoic personality no matter what, Aiden and his kids. Then sobs followed, unfiltered howling of a father that just saw his kid die in front of him, nothing holding him back as he witnessed the gruesome scene before him. "C-casey! No...why...why you...!?" He asks between sobs, no longer expecting to get an answer as he saw your own eyes...broken, losing hope and faith in his voice.

He couldn't dare to look you into your glazed over, red from crying eyes. He felt guilty for not being strong enough to keep you save. For being the one who usually had to get helped out. For not stopping you from investigating Waltz. But you couldn't know that. He didn't speak anymore afterwards, merely grabbing onto the metal cage that kept him from running to you, from taking you into his arms to talk your everything was going to be fine, knuckles turning white from the pressure he put on them. He failed you. Failed your and his future child, one he only found out about now, just like you. Nothing will ever be alright again.

"Actually...if you took this old man, why shouldn't i have a go, i feel like i deserve it after i made you a part of such an incredibly important experiment, after all your DNA alone was the final touch for the serum! And...in the end...It's not like you'll be of use after tonight anyways, so why waste you while your still warm? You'll wish you were dead. Broken, destroyed..."

Have a go? What did he mean? No...he couldn't! With more fear than before, you struggle against his hands forcing your now already weak legs apart without much of a struggle after he got rid of your protective gear and the pants under them, ripping off your white lingerie — something you wanted to show Aitor that night, you wanted to surprise him, make him smile after a rough day as a Lieutenant — roughly, the elastics that remained afterwards snapping against your sensitive, cut apart area. You knew he was a terrible human being, but you seriously thought for all these weeks that he was simply a crazed man, his experiments and the serum making him a tunnel visioned maniac. But he was a true monster in the disguise of a man, something your adrenaline would never be capable of turning you into.

Without warning, he forces himself inside of you. It hurt so much... He wasn't Aitor. He wasn't supposed to be inside of you. "Nooo! Get off me! Pl-" "Fucking slut, i don't want to hear you crying now! Should've known better than to play the hero... you're not even partially as important and as strong as you think you are!" "Shut up! I WILL kill you, get my revenge!" You scream loudly as he pounds into you, no mercy on your tender, traumatized insides, his cock's outline showing at your exposed walls where he cut you open.

Like they still mattered now. You no longer mattered. Your threats, empty. You knew you wouldn't last after he's done. Done torturing you and your mind, your hopes and dreams.

"Shut her up, i don't care how!" Waltz growled out animalistic, the feeling of your slick walls clouding his "calculated" mind, as he picks up your legs over his shoulders, having problems with you left one due to your still broken hip.

"Nooo! Oh god! Please!! A-aitor... Aitor! Please...please don't! NOOOOO!" You let go of a terrified, bloodcurdling scream, your fear peaking, surely you had never reached such a high pitch in your life as you screamed out your soul, in panic and primal fear, your throat hurting at how sharp your cries were.

The Renegades came closer again, looking for something to stuff into your mouth...till they stopped looking around, fixated on something particular wicked in their messed up heads. Seeing it too, you shook your head vigorously, trying to dodge their grip, it being entirely useless.

In their hands, your dead unborn child.

"Open up, whore, it's feeding time~!" One croaks hoarsely and devilishly as the other kicked your already damaged jaw, almost dislocating it as you scream out again with your last chance, feeling the still warm and slimy body get pushed into your now cramping mouth.

They force you to start chewing. You feel it become chunks. Bloody, chewy chunks.

You become numb, your gaze becomes blank as you stop fighting them entirely and go limp. Why fight on...there was nothing worth you could live for...you disappointed your beloved Aitor.

Waltz continued to rut into your seemingly lifeless but very much breathing body like a starving animal. Aitor's desperate sobs get tuned out by you as lose connection to reality fully.

Why can't you just die!?

'Please let it end, give me my rest!'

Why...why you?

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With a cry out of sheer panic for your life, you shoot up in your bed, cold sweat covering your naked body. Your bed?

IT WASN'T REAL!

Nonetheless, you feel your formerly tired, now panicked, body tremble and shake at what your "eyes" just witnessed. You're too busy trying to catch a grip on your actual reality to notice Aitor firmly wrap his arms around you without any comment or question. He knew you had nightmares sometimes, sometimes as bad as something that was called a night terror. More common in children, but in Seneux many former runners had these kind of problems. Adding your testing as a kid, it's a pure recipe for disaster.

Both of you sat in the windy and cold silence of "Missy", the PK ship, for five minutes or more until you finally recovered enough to return Aitor's incredibly worried embrace, sobbing freely into his also naked chest. He knew more about your weak side than anyone else. It frightened you on some days about how at ease you're with unraveling yourself for him, letting down your entire build up guard of various hard years of training.

Only for him to suddenly strut into your messed up life and enchant you with his unique personality with nothing but a few flirty comments and this strong, stoic gaze he basically speared you with from the very first moments, keeping his eyes on you the entire time when you first met him.

"I..." You stutter, testing your current and ever so slowly returning mental capacity and strength to talk about your nightmare, the images of what Waltz did to dream-you flashing back up with just a single nudge and you cringe, trying to dodge the pain by pressing yourself further into your boyfriend's chest. "You don't need to explain if you can't. Take your time, my love..." He kept his voice low, not only to match your volume but also to not wake up others on the other sides of the very thin container walls.

Although, knowing your kind of nightmares, fat chances that they are still sleeping. You're...quite verbal...with with your fear in nightmares.

"No...i...i have to." You return, angry at yourself for losing your strength, for being exactly what all your former academy colleagues made fun of, a weak girl. There... there's never time to show weakness. And you didn't want Aitor to think you're helpless, weak. Just like they did.

"Casey, if you think you have to prove anything... please... don't. It will only hurt you..." Aitor begged softly, his thumbs circling your hips, feeling the goosebumps that covered you all over, not sure if it was just the low temperatures fault.

The "room" was dark, except for the obligatory UV Lamp on a very makeshift bedside table, right next to a book you gave Aitor to read if he ever got bored and you weren't close by. Aitor wasn't infected, fortunately, but Patricia and his kids are. The kids only because of their mother's blood during birth getting on them, infecting them and other complications, Aitor told you about the labor day, about him definitely not almost losing consciousness and how he cried like "a little bitch" when he first got the chance to hold his two kids, since they were twins.

You remember that conversation well, it was under a clear night sky with his kids tagging along, usually it made you laugh, imagining your big, strong protector crying a river or just straight up up and outing mentally when the birth got closer. But now, it only reminds you of THAT moment in your nightmare.

The thought made you sick to your stomach and you had to muster up a lot of strength to not empty it in that very moment. What if you're actually...? You couldn't be, right!? Things that happened in nightmares mean nothing, they never did with you at least!

You feel disgustingly nauseous, feeling his hands on your body, the rain pouring down onto your cut open, weakened body...like it was real, replaying in your head until you're feeling Aitor's caring hands immediately tighten around you defensively as he feels you tense up, sees your eyes widened in paralyzed fear. "Everything is fine, honey, I'm here for you—" "I was pregnant in the nightmare." You interrupt him quietly with your unexpected — even for you — straightforward confession, his body freezing on the spot as he realizes what you mean.

"And...and he...Waltz...this psychopath, he...he killed it!", choking on your words like your struggling to swallow your still beating like crazy heart... it's heart?...you can see it in his eyes. Nothing of what you expected, but instead, sorrow...he was just as hurt as you, or at least wanted you to see it like that, to comfort you. He knew that it had to feel incredibly real to you. Your nightmares tend to be vivid, but over time your reactions got numbed down.

When he heard your first terrorized screams tonight...your pleading...your strange, unfamiliar reactions...did he already know that it had to be a worse one? Was it your immediate response to it after finally waking up from it? Or was it something he learned to feel over time, like some kind of intuition?

"It was just your nightmare, i assure you..." He calmly brushes through your messy bed hair from struggling in your sleep, and it sounded like he wasn't taking your pain serious for a split second, until he continued, "If it had been real, i wouldn't have stopped at anything to try and rescue you and...their...life, no matter if it costs me mine...no matter how impossible you may think it to be if even you failed." He breaths out steadily, holding back his own signs of sadness, sniffling shortly.

It hit him just as hard as it hit you, you suddenly realized, while you thought you're silly for being so impacted by this. "I wouldn't let it come this far...I won't fail in real life. I promise."

There it was again.

With every passing more minute you spent tangled up in each other's tight embrace, you managed to breath out more calmly with every other try, your tears now only leaving dried stains and red, sore eyes. Oh how ridiculous you felt...

"Do you want to try and sleep some more?" He chose to be the first that spoke again, now that he felt your breath no longer hitch in your throat and your heart having a relaxed pace once again. You shook you head, you couldn't sleep right now, fearing it will continue your nightmare but also because you may feel tired, very tired, but somehow knew you wouldn't be able to fall asleep right now anyways.

"Can we... no, forget it..." You stop yourself, feeling silly for even thinking about it. "Well shit, honey, now i really want hear it, what do you want to do?"

His face was lit up softly by the violet lighting and you almost melt at the sight of his toothy, almost boyish smile. What a amazingly rare sight...almost scary at the sudden appearance of it.

You now wished you had taken your phone with you to Villedor, you would've never let this smile die in your mind, not just mentally.

Most women in the PK weren't his type and so was he, you having to shockingly overhear some women rather openly state that they thought Aitor's appearance must've been the reason Patricia wanted to cheat on him, that it was the reason she was that specific way towards him.

That he should've been happy to get her in the first place and that they didn't understand how blind you could be...

It made your blood boil, a by now terrible sign to some people, like a bad omen: seeing you glare at someone as you began to form your fists. It could be short of a quite literally bloody disaster, most learned.

But these chatty women weren't worth your true anger, he assured you calmly. Instead, Aitor himself made you see the good side of it after you told him what you heard, walking up and down in his quarters in Old Villedor with heavy pacing. The good side being that you would never have to defend your place at his side. But deep on the inside you wanted their eyes stuck to him and you, feel their seething anger and jealousy at your relationship.

Is that shallow of you? Or just a part of being just so incredibly human despite what you might be thanks to Waltz?

Returning to his question at hand, you smile back, confident once again thanks to his incredible reaction, "I want to see the stars with you again!"

For a moment, he looks surprised, but then he laughs, his lovely British accent mesmerizing you again and again, "Casey...i... don't know if you can hear it, but there is a thunderstorm going on right now!"

As if on cue, massive Thunder broke down nearby. You squint, you mouth hanging open slightly at the realization. Aitor distracted you so well, you couldn't hear even the stupid thunderstorm. "We could watch the thunderstorm??" You reply smartly yet stupidly as you try to cover up his common effect on you. The one he had on you since the first meeting.

The one he was so surprised about even having in the first place...

"Didn't know i still had that kind of effect on such a young and pretty woman."

By the exact word and his accent, you remember the way he looked at you with such intrigue. And what it all became after he send Aiden away while you kept lingering around to look at the Base. How you lost your incredibly well kept 'innocence' to this flirtatious older and formerly married man at the same day, not even an hour later and didn't regret it an ounce to this day...

"Thunderstorm gazing? Seriously? Are you trying to get us both hit by lightning this time?" He jokes but sighs in defeat as he sees how serious you are, grumbling at his initial reaction, "So you really want to watch the thunderstorm? How? Without a tarp we get wet. With one we can't—" "I got a see through one."

Not able to argue with your idea anymore — oh and HOW he could, he could just pin your ass to bed and you'd be skyhigh with happiness already — he helped you look for the tarp you mentioned, some poles with rope and then helped you onto his back while you carried the bag with all kinds of blankets you may have nicked from people that no longer needed them, aka. from now very dead Survivors that tried to get a hit on you first while you were in a terrible mood. Said bag included a big camping mattress that you brought with you on your trip. It wasn't the thickest but it kept surprisingly warm on wet and or cold ground.

"You think this will hold?" Aitor fixed the last corner of the tarp, slightly questioning your way of building it, but still quickly hurrying to slide under it and onto the mattress with you when he felt the rain start catching onto his thin everyday clothes. "Yes, i never build a cover on a literal container before, but it should hold. Even during this storm. "

A new lightning strike lit up the dark sky, the moans of the infected far more audible without a real "wall" parting you two from them. But you're high enough to be safe from their hungry grasps, but not too high to become the unfortunate targets of any smiting that may happen tonight. One time was painful enough and Aitor would not survive one at all, you were 100% sure about it.

"Fuck, you're bloody shivering, you really still want to stay up here?" His concern was again on you, passively watching you pull him closer to your indeed shivering form, while still making sure you didn't put too much pressure on your hurt hip. "Of course, now that we're up here, why leave? But please come under the covers with me, warm me up with your hot ass body?"

Aitor didn't need to be asked twice, cursing at the biting cold, pulling you as close as possible in a spooning position. The mountains of colorful blankets thankfully fit under the tarp's area of coverage, not soaking up any unwanted cold rainwater, a special, fuzzy one in lime green being your first layer of choice as you toyed with the long, soft and puffy bundles of fabric. It had been a while since you two last managed to truly cherish each other's warmth that much in such a special set up, feeling the other's calm heartbeat.

Though, you had to agree, most couples never even knew what it meant to be this close with one another, their highest level affection ending with your and Aitor's basic everyday things, nowadays at least. It probably was much different back when people cared less about their own personal survival for the next day. How often you had seen the corpses of abandoned children, women and men...just because the other was too afraid for their own lives to wake them up, uncaring and often not even spending a moment of thought for their "loved ones".

Or the letters. Of women or men waiting for their partners to return, only to sadly be mistaken, starving to their deaths because they believed more into said love than the other.

These findings were the worst that you found on you expeditions as a former runner and now part of the military tasked with cleaning the areas outside of the walls for future expansion. Them and those rare exceptions that told you that love didn't die out with the rest of the bigger population during the events of The Fall. Couples, intertwined in now rotting beds, holding hands while their skeletons still partially "sat" on edges of buildings or cliffsides, embracing each other until they lost their last bits of strength...wanting to spend their even their last moments together.

You made sure everyone of the people you found managed to get a rightful burial, feeling like they deserve a good rest after standing through these times with a heart beating strongly...until they of course didn't.

"What are you thinking about? You seem a bit lost in thought, i hope it's something positive?"

You nod, turning around to face your partner, realizing you accidentally laid on your fractured hip, grimacing at the stinging it gave you, "Just remembered some things from my work in Seneux. Rough times, the things you tend to see..." He nods, understanding you, knowing you didn't want to talk about most of them, at least not yet. Someday you'd tell him..

Although you highly expected either Charles or Peterson to gossip like little girls the second they manage to break the ice with Aitor. He'd have so much to listen to, he would regret wanting to hear them all. Mostly though, you had video proof of missions, due to protocol. It was probably days of material just because you and the others regularly forgot or "forgot" to stop recording afterwards and it captured footage of you during free time or training, be it for yourself or you giving some to your recruits.

"Your hip hurt?" You simply nod at his question, pulling yourself back to him, wrapping your arms around his big neck to plant a few gentle pecks onto his pout from his question, not wanting to end this kinda nice event of interaction just because your stupid ass hip needed to act up now. You had been through worse.

"Make... love to me...please?" You request in-between of a particular passionate kiss, his already tight grip on your bottom getting even more evident at your blunt words and timid 'please', his blue eyes looking for yours in the darkness of your "love nest", wondering if either the nightmare or the cold gave your head some short-circuiting. "What if someone hears us?!", Normally you would understand his concern, but you wanted to feel him close to you, the closest he could be to you.

You wanted to forget his touch, real or not, you needed Aitor's familiar hands on your body to remind you that nothing that you saw was real, that he was the only one who got to touch you in such a way. "Let them hear. I don't care. Let them hear just how much i love you, what they are missing..." You meant the women that made fun of Aitor for something you didn't see, ever. If there was something that made women jealous, it was hearing another woman be pleasured more than they are or ever have been.

"I'm still a lieuten— oh fuck!" With half-lidded eyes, you pout at him, using a free hand to gently brush over his still covered big bulge. He wasn't soft, you were sure of that, maybe he even thought about this possibility before you opened your needy mouth? "You feel pretty ready for being so against the idea, Lieutenant."

He shakes softly against your daring touch, sighing out at your barely there fingers, "Good, you win. Fuck...i need you, my little girl...". You only wore one of his massive t-shirts and some underwear since you didn't want to waste too much time with dressing up just to watch the Weather. Aitor put on some grey joggers and a t-shirt as well, so both of you quickly managed to get undressed again, or you at least.

The thunderstorm was pushed out of the picture, only becoming background noise as he made sure the covers went over you two fully, leaving you in the cosy dark of your combined scents and warmth, some lightning occasionally pushing light through the many layers of blankets.

Aitor didn't start with his commonly needy touches right away, instead he carefully brushed across the left side of your face. The lone feeling of knowing there was no other woman, or general person that received his gentle caress and this type of affection, it was often enough to drive you mad for this man.

You had what no other had.

"Have i ever told you how beautiful you are?" He asks under his breath as you feel his thumb circle some scars on your own face, particularly the one across your left eye, it almost made you pay with your sight on said eye but a doctor could save it from an infection. Now an every once in a while aching scar is all that remains, even the person that caused it had long been taken care of.

"Well, you tend to mention it..." You mumble back with a joking tone to your words. He reminded you of 'his view on your appearance' at least once every two days, usually pulling you away from a mission, be it in person or via radio. Whenever he could do it in person, he pushed you up against any solid object he could find, towering over you as he gave you a heated kiss. And he made it so hard for you to pull away afterwards, to leave him to do his own job instead of jumping him right then and there.

But usually you could show him your love afterwards anyways, whenever you managed to share the same bed at that day. Or evening.

His sudden kiss pulled you back to reality, now also getting the tingling sensation of his still a bit cold hands venturing the familiar hills and valleys of your body, taking one of your breasts into his hands. While your hands could never fully cup them, his are basically made for them. Soft yet firm, they were always sensitive to his or even your own touch.

His other one kept your face steady as he deepened the kisses, biting at your bottom lip, your sighs drawn out at his gentle but more than obvious hungry touch. No matter his age, he had the same high sex drive, the same lust and need for it as a man your own age. It often gave you the theory of it coming from his loveless marriage, but you never wanted to interrogate him about it, it was something he had to start talking about himself.

Before long, your tongue and his explored each other's mouths, trading dominance every once in a while. He tasted of the tea you luckily found for him some days ago, even now — hours after he drank some — having left a familiar hint of it on his tongue. Being a big tea lover as well, you decided to try the liquid that came out of the most likely ages old leaves as well...

You cared too much for your man's feelings to tell him the tea tasted like brown water, especially after you saw his happiness once you showed him your initial find. It must've been so long since he last had actual tea, that he may even forgot what good tea tastes like. Knowing Villedor's Standards, or what was left of it, you couldn't question it either. But he would definitely get shocked once he sees the literal coffee and tea shops back in Seneux.

You couldn't wait to capture his expression to them and the rest of the region via Phone.

While he tastes of (bad) black tea, there was the chance that you shared your lunch with him, MRE rations that you somehow forgot at the lowest parts of your seemingly never ending Backpack. You remember it being something close to Tomato Soup...maybe Vegetable Soup.

Gentle suction on your tongue made you forget the stupid train of thought, letting your hands wander aimlessly across his strong back, feeling him flex at your light but to him still magical touch. Your other free hand brushed through his short black hair, aiming to mess it up a bit after he forgot to wash it before you went to bed. Not like showers are a regular in Villedor anyways. But luckily, you get a bit numb to certain people's odors after a few days...god, you missed your fucking bathtub and shower.

"You feel so amazing, even like this..." You whisper tenderly against his lips, equally as swollen as yours after you turned it into a more rough make out session, sensing his eyes on your lips, even in the darkness. "Can only agree on that, i just can't get enough of you..." He returns, lust evident even further in his words as he suddenly abandoned you by getting down to your thighs' height. He continues his kisses without a warning, but now dangerously close to your wet center.

The way he worked you, it wouldn't take long for him to find you already dripping at the bare minimums of his touch.

He grabs at your meaty, soft thighs, parting them just the slightest to not cause you any pain with your hip fracture, tightening it at once as he felt you moan at his "innocent" kiss against your mound. No comment slipped past his busy lips as he furthered his exploration, one his lips went on often. You never made him do it and very rarely openly asked him when you had sex, he usually got that idea himself, only getting himself harder with your wound up whimpers at the end of him toying around with your hypersensitive area.

It brought him just so much dirty joy seeing you getting wound up and beg in his tight grasp, be it now because of his cock or his tongue and mouth.

To him, it was a sign of control. And people rarely got to control you in particular. But he always did. Only for him you're the submissive one, the bunny to the big strong wolf. His biggest turn on was watching you struggle, your lewd — and for some unimaginable, if they thought about you — expressions, your screams, cries and mewls of ecstasy when he simply first stretched you out to filling you up with his load.

"Oh yes! Right there! Ahhh Aitorrrr!" You whine, placing your hands on his head in a natural refkex as his quite sensual kisses quickly turned into a starving man eating his first meal in days, his tongue reaching places his cock usually didn't reach due to being just much less flexible.

Hearing his name being almost sung out by your high pitched whines, he couldn't hold back a grin against your drenched outer and inner lips, "What would you rather want? I'll eat you out till you cum all over my face like my dirty little girl always does or i can fuck you right now, make you forget your own mother's name?"

Already being in another place with your brain, you can only nod but trying pull him up to yourself told him enough about your decision. Oh how you wanted him, wanted to feel him...forget your former horrid encounter with Waltz in your nightmare.

"I need you..." You begged, kissing him at once when he was near your face, tasting no longer the tea but just your own lust as he began pulling down his bothering pants. The surroundings, the thunderstorm...in some weird way it accelerated your heart beat. Like whenever you became enraged, but you quite obviously weren't. It was the entire opposite.

It felt electrifying, every nerve ending in your body reacting to his touch and you felt like burning up as you realize he was about to enter you already. His size was no problem for once, both of you equally surprised at the rare occasion. Your own didn't last long though, as he bottomed out from the very beginning, striking your spongy weak spot near your womb's entrance. The loud, obscene mewls and whimpers that came in return, made Aitor hesitate about how he could shut you up.

Yet at the same time...he lived for your voice, how it shattered into curses and whimpers when he was working you. Oh these delicious tones your throat was able to produce if he just hit the right spot or even just touched you on the very peculiar days. To him, it was simply a sign that you have never gotten to feel such "bliss" before him. Should he feel proud? Or worried?

"Ohhhh~ So gooddd! Daddy...yes~!" You pant, holding onto him tightly as he went a different route than usually, rough, yes, but also slower and more loving, although he was always loving when you had sex, absolutely always. And then he heard this very specific nickname reserved definitely just for him and only him. It made his plan of treating you right for once just so much harder and while it wasn't like you didn't want him to basically break you in two very happy pieces every time you fucked, he heard your words. Make Love to you. In his eyes and apparently yours too, it meant something else. Passion, as if it wasn't already a big part in your "get-together"s, is supposed to be the biggest feeling in this.

As odd as it might have sounded but Aitor wouldn't even care tonight if he came. His only goal was to make you happy.

Yet, what he didn't know was that you're only feeling really happy afterwards if you both came, feeling his sweaty and well-trained body trying to not crush you after he spent himself inside of you. Real bliss for you was him feeling any kind of positive instead of negative. So you two might've had a problem.

It became incredibly hot beneath the blankets with you two panting and moaning unbothered by any possible eavesdropper. He thrusted back in and out of your wet cunt, hiding his red from heat face in the crook of your neck, the cold metal of his dog tags resting on your chest, probably tangled with your own like always. His hot breath hit against your shoulder while you shook against his iron-grip on your hips, his hands placed higher than usually, mouth agape at the seemingly unending pleasure. "Fuck...i love you...i really really do...oh...oh god!" You cry, fingernails digging into his back as he sharply pounds into you, hitting the dead end of your walls, knowing how to reach it in almost any position by now.

His hands seek your chest, fondling them along side, drinking up your oh so vulnerable sounding cries of lust. Anybody who didn't know you any better would think you're an absolute whore, a needy little girl for her older boyfriend. They wouldn't know what hid under that facade until it was too late and she sunk her axe into their heads, her true instinct, one of a cold hearted soldier, burning in her grass green, too innocent looking, eyes.

Did he tame a beast unknowingly?

Or did he just hope he did, for the reckless beast's sake?

One hand left to grab her healthy hip again, steadying himself as he felt himself lose to his need and quickly closing in on his climax. "I love you as well, you're my...little girl after all?"

Every hard, unrelenting, but surprisingly controlled thrust made you think he was going to breach your inner center, straight up fuck a baby into you uterus. That he was actually going to rearrange your insides and you would've let him do so with tears and a fucked-stupid smile. Today though, that wasn't his plan, it just became so natural to him to try and let you feel more incredible and small every time that he forgot that you wanted him to gently fuck you.

There are always other days were you two could try not to get yourself sore and to a point of bleeding with bruises from his grip whenever he forgets that he held onto you. Today is a fair middle. No bleeding. No bruises. But also barely gentle.

If your hip wouldn't have been fucked up right now, he would've kneeled over you, picked you up by them and made sure to make you see stars even during the thunderstorm. Seeing you slowly begin to drool onto the camping mattress, your head falling limply to the side with your tongue hanging out, it assured him that you felt fully satisfied. Your words came out jumbled and slurred, his proud smile only growing at the sight. So beautiful, mesmerizing even, no especially with drool seeping from your wide open mouth as you loudly and definitely pathetically cried out the only words you managed to form normally, his name and curses with begs of wanting him to continue, to empty himself inside of you again.

You must be totally ruined for basically any other man at this point, physically and emotionally. Aitor always thought he was quite humble, a rare personality trait for a huge part of Peacekeepers, but seeing himself pride himself with marking the little girl sent from Seneux, one that apparently never fell in love before or anything else, taking your love and so very sweet adoration for himself made him feel unchallenged some days. The simple, domestic feeling of knowing he could see you at the end of his workday. It made his day, made him feel so happy already on its own.

"Aitor! I'm...Ngh...oh god~" just as you reminded him, not quietly too, he has to bite back his own groans. But it grew unbearable, moaning deeply as he reached his own high. His member twitched inside of your slick and welcoming walls as he buried his still very fertile seed deeply inside of you. He hisses at your nails digging into his skin, feeling them drag across his broader back as you shout out in ecstasy. You came almost on time, his hot load coating probably even your inner entrance shooting you off the rails as your walls contract against him.

You both bury your faces in the necks of the other, your ragged breathes reminding you that you, in fact, aren't dead. The sting in you left hip returning also reminded you. "Shit...i thought you said 'make love to me' not 'make me drool all over you' ??" Aitor asks, out of breath but recovering as you blush at his blunt statement, choosing to hug him closer to your sticky chest and rest of your body instead of trying to defend yourself. It's not like it was your fault, he chose to rail you like that.

"But i get it, love. You wanted to...forget. The nightmare, i mean. His filthy hands, if he ever really laid a hand on you in that way or another, nothing will hold me back. It wouldn't end like in the tunnel back then..." He felt guilty for your nightmare, something that wasn't even in his hands to control. Silent, not wanting to strain your sore throat immediately again, you nod but also brush your hand against his hot cheek. The slight stubble tickled your hand and you smile up to him.

He understood your silence, having begun to read even your expressions like a book. One of his favorite books, in that case. The other one was reading your occasional "grunts" whenever you felt too busy or bothered to use normal human language with him or anyone else in that matter. Fortunately you rarely do that.

Using his left over strength, he switched positions with you, making sure to keep you plugged up with his now softer but still big cock since he knew you would be all pouty and "mad" if he already let you feel "empty" again. The air under the covers got just too stuffy now to keep it entirely over your heads and he pulled it down just enough to be able to breath normally again with you, so at his shoulders and about half your head. The thunderstorm was still going very strong, not giving any signs of stopping.

Would you two even be able of getting back down to your bed like this? Low chances, even his legs felt shaky after what you two just did.

He felt your eyes on him and switched from looking at the cloudy night sky to your slightly dazed green eyes instead, "Yeah?" Aitor asked innocently since it seemed like you had a specific look to your glances, "Have i ever told YOU that you're the most handsome man in my life? No one can compare to you in my eyes."

A smile rose to your lips as you see him blush, eyes wide from your words, "Babe? Are you blushing?" You now turn to ask, seeing the warm shade tipping his ears as he was frozen in place, "N-no. I don't...blush." as hesitant as his answer was, as weak was his defense against your 'accusation' of blushing.

"Did i make the ever-stoic, strong, capable and excellent Lieutenant of the Peacekeepers blush??" You continue, edging your body closer to his face, subconsciously making sure your lower half was still plugged and warmed internally, "No... it's... it's the cold."

Audibly you 'hmm' into his face, using your index finger to trace his mentioned blush, mainly sticking out by being hot as hell even during this kind of weather.

He just thought he escaped your clutches as you continue, "The cold. Yes. Of course. You want to stay with that? Not the fact that it was me calling out your incredibly handsome and manly features?"

"N-no!" With your words leaving your mouth, you could only feel his face warm up even further, his voice cracking through his quite obvious lie. His shocked face made you want to kiss him so badly, that you just simply did, roughly and full of your desire that was left over from when he made love to you.

The times are rare that you could fully appreciate his presence, surprisingly many people want your help while you're still here and readily available, especially now after your almost "stuff of Legends" kinda story of you climbing and surviving the Volatile's Nest in the VNC Tower on your very own, even returning like some mythological fire bird after everyone feared you died, to help not only yourself but the entirety of Villedor. The only thing keeping you from running around all day and night, unfortunately barely letting your PK boyfriend reach a glimpse of you during that, is your fucked up hip. It just had to be your hip...

Your plans were to minimize the amount of missions you take, make Aiden take some of the more lengthy ones to relax more until Seneux finally gave you the day they could come over to "rescue" you. And of course Aiden, Hakon and the PK that openly asked you of possibly doing "an exchange job" over at Seneux to maybe learn more techniques or to better their overall strength at the training camps your region had. One of them was Aitor, with his kids of course and his men Hepper, Brooks and Jackson.

After you parted from your kiss, his touch lingering on on yours, you sigh relaxed, resting your head back on his broader shoulders. His hands went through your still a bit messy hair as he turns to watch the lightning course through the clouds and listening to the mix of heavy raindrops on the tarp and on the metal of the container your 'nest' is located on. You both knew even without words that the other was happy and satisfied, no need for questions of confirmation. Sometimes though, he did ask them, just so you didn't silently stare at each other with your fucked out expressions, only for you to shut him up with yet another kiss.

Just about an hour and a half ago, you felt miserable and partially traumatized from your vivid nightmare, but now you had basically forgotten it already, knowing it wasn't real in the end so you could plan your departure from Villedor and your next steps in finding Waltz and truly defeating him. To change your nightmare's grotesque story.

"Thank you..." You mumble against his warm skin, one free hand brushing through his short black hair, like he was currently doing with yours as well, your other hand resting on his shoulder next to your head. "For what?" He asks confused, finding comfort in your presence as well, "For being at my side. No matter how stupid my problems sometimes are..."

His hand stops for a moment, registering your words as his eyebrows furrowed, "What's that supposed to mean? Your problems aren't stupid. They are important, just like mine or the kids' for example... Casey, you had a horrible nightmare and i couldn't have possibly left you to deal with it on your own."

He could've. You already had nightmares before you met him.

"Aitor, i had nightmares like these since i can remember, that being surprisingly age 4 to 5, then mostly blank and then again from 7 to today." Waltz had tested on you when you were about 6 or 7, you could be sure about that. You remember bits and blurry pieces of it, but until recently never enough to piece together that you're truly one of the GRE Kids that got tested on. "And i had to deal with them myself before you entered my life. It became a fight against my emotions, i cast them out, learnt not to cry."

Until of course Aitor became such a quick and way too important part of your actually tiny universe. He acknowledged you, for who you are, not for the riot gear wearing soldier you trained to become. It's what laid underneath.

The scared girl that only looked for the right person to walk her side in life.

"But you...you being with me...not only have i found a way to deal with nightmares on a more healthy way, most of the time, but they have been much less frequent than in the past..."

He was an anchor to reality for you, kept you calm and collected in a heated moment but didn't hold you back when he knew himself that you're in the right.

In the distance, you two could hear the infected continue to groan and moan, forever trapped with their insatiable hunger for humans. It wouldn't just help the living if you killed them. It would also free those that turned and never died in true peace.

"You don't know how unimaginable that sounds to me, that i could ever ease the fears of yours... that you even got fears. People always only see how we look on the outside, think that I'm the one protecting you." Aitor saw those looks too then, people who didn't know would worry about someone your size being out all on their own, others are surprised to see Aitor, tall and strong as he was, look for you when he needed advice on a plan or actual physical power.

"But it's the other way around, is it not?"

In his eyes, you could see he tried not to let these 'superficial' feelings get to him, the feeling of not being the actual man in this relationship. You understand his fear. Fear of being the weaker part of you two, he wants to be your real protector, to no longer hear you use it as a mere nickname for him. To him it didn't matter if you said he already protects you. He thought he was incredibly weak next to what you're capable of and whenever you woke up at night, you sometimes caught him wide awake, staring against whatever roof you had over your heads that night.

And you knew it was his worry eating him alive, stealing his quite important sleep.

"Aitor i...no...you aren't weak! You can't measure that with me, whatever i am is not...not a normal human. My strength wouldn't be the same without the shit i got injected as a fucking kid." What you are... was nothing good, nothing to be proud of. You couldn't control it, didn't know where it would stop when targeting your enemies. You don't want to fathom what happens if this evil wins over you...what if it becomes unstoppable, it's rage breaking down everything you've build up after The Fall?!

He didn't fully know how you struggled every time it broke out of you, only able to see your physical struggle trying to stay up straight at your cramping, overachieving muscles and nerves. And he didn't need to, you couldn't possibly put even more worry onto his back.

"I... " he begins, playing with one of your hair's strands that usually fell into you face even if you put them into a ponytail, "I just don't want to be so weak next to you. I want to actively be able to stand next to you in battle, even if your rage begins to take over."

What he asked of you... would be suicidal, as said, you didn't know if your rage may ever target him as well just because he was too close. With this cursed strength, you probably can never fight side by side with your squad ever again either...you'd have to abandon your team for their sake.

"Please. Casey. Maybe if you...maybe if you train me? Once we're Seneux?"

His request seemed so simple, you have been taught how to lead training sessions, did many before you departed for Villedor. You had been a force to be reckoned with before you even uncovered the true reason for it, having been a quick and determined learner all your life, pair that with high "natural" strength and your father believed he had found the Security System Branch's Future. Now you're supposed to train the new Recruits with the best physical fitness, the same way you taught yourself and still train to this day.

But Aitor? You don't know if you even had the heart to throw him through your training...

"I...i can try."

Both of you talked for about an hour, enjoying the cuddling until the mattress became uncomfortable enough for Aitor to decide to carry you back down to your shared bed, leaving the makeshift little camp up on the Ship's containers to take down tomorrow morning when the rain hopefully stopped.

Your nightmare had been long forgotten, already a distant memory thanks to his commitment to take your mind off of it. His worry left as well once he noticed your just so much calmer state, be it because of him "making love" to you or because he talked with you about basically anything that came to his tired, post-climax brain.

He cleaned you up a bit with a rag so neither of you got uncomfortably sticky at the rest of your night's sleep before you went to bed. Instinctively, you clinged to his upper body from the side, humming satisfied and at ease once more. Especially once his left arm went over you to keep you close even after you fell asleep, you really felt safe.

He didn't know just how much he protects you on almost a daily basis. You didn't need physical protection — or that at least what you like to think — but instead emotional or mental protection, be it from yourself or your inner demons that haunt you ever since they have been testing on you.

He is your incredibly strong, capable and loving protector — no matter how — and you will make sure he learns that fact someday.

But for now, you needed to get back to Seneux first...

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#9 Aitor x Casey 'Whatever it takes'

Note: Longest Chapter yet, Bois. At least 7000 or 8000 words. I must though include, the scene of this chapter is definitely not the same anymore as in-game. I felt extra bored when I tried to follow the exact events, so i changed them to fit more to my and the story's general narrative. Basically: Casey and angst.

All fat red single lines are Casey's rage speaking to her. Those are not really what she thinks, to ease confusion while you are reading.

'italicized paragraphs like this that are on their own are Casey remembering things.'

Also, Jack Matt's character is a bit less...uh... manipulating in the stories, if not noticable already, because I wanted his character to be bit more understanding and possible to trust in, since in this, the Peacekeepers are the good guys and they stay them. Fuck the survivors, forever.

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"The VNC Tower is your only way of communicating?!" You ask worried, a bit too loud with your reaction as Jack tried to gesture to you to calm down, you basically throwing the table already. You were promised that after the contract, there would be nothing stopping you from finishing up your business here.

But apparently that was just a lie?

"Without it we can not get far with our radios, but once the TV Tower is back online we can reach much further. Practically anywhere." He explains unusually ecstatic, showing you the plans of how the radio system inside of the tower worked since you asked for them for when you had to fix them.

"Why are they not already online?" You return, having seen the Tower, feeling slight familiarity with it's architectural design as with the TV Tower in Seneux and maybe knowing somewhat how to climb it, "It has been tried almost a decade ago. That's how the nightrunners became shamed history..." "I'm guessing that's why Frank is the drunk lost cause he is today?"

Jack nods at your keen observation, leaning down at the table, "The Tower is basically a grave to anyone brave and or stupid enough to enter it with the way it is today. Not only the Nightrunners, also former Pilgrims, Scavengers, Peacekeepers...anybody who thought they got what it takes. But as you can guess, they didn't..."

So he asks you? What made him so incredibly sure that you actually had what the others lacked?

"And why should I end up any different? Or do you just hope really fucking hard that I don't fuck myself up?" Bringing up your question, he shakes his head, like he was indeed sure he won the lottery with you showing up on his hand of cards.

He may have, since you did have something different about yourself than those that came before. But what if you didn't want to risk your life? You obviously would, since the tower was part of the matter of the mission you got here with. You had no real other choice, did you?

"Casey, are you joking? You managed to clean up the streets better than all my men together, you even act like it's not a big dea-" "Because it isn't." "...And not to forget you took care of four Volatiles on your very own. FOUR! " "Yes but that wasn't me, Jack!"

Your arguments went back and forth as he sighs, seeing that you were actively bothered by his idea of sending you into this with even the slight hint of his idea including you using whatever resided within your bloodstream and brain matter.

"I...i don't see another way. Nobody normal will be able to climb this tower. Not without your immediate help at least..." He finally admits, the reason he asked you for, because he needs you to lead his men through the building, but before you can butt in again, he continues, "and the tower has a dangerous reason for being unclimbable. It's a nest..."

...for Volatiles.

He told you the whole truth, your eyes only widening as you listen closely. That's also how you find out about the fact that you needed to meet up with Aiden at the Tower later on, Jack gave him the job to talk with Juan, you could honestly care less right now about who that dickhead was, not really interested in that, but his part in the mission was important anyways. Juan was tasked with bringing UV Lamps to the PK for the Tower, since otherwise they wouldn't even get inside to make base.

From what you heard though, there have been complications and Aiden first had to go look for Juan's men and then the Lamps for himself. Hearing all that, you could only think about how bad this was going already, but still went on your way. "I believe in you, Casey, you'll make your father proud if he could see you today, i am sure."

While Jack didn't have any business with your dad — yet, at least — you still had to agree partially. If you managed to do this, be it with Aiden and the PK or on your own, this would change a lot for the future, mostly Villedor's immediate Future, but also Seneux's.

"I know." You reply calmly before leaving his office. You weren't aware if Aitor was part of the squad in the Tower, but you silently hoped he wasn't. Aitor's strong, especially with you now occasionally showing him two or three nifty tricks during training and planning to get him more flexible for future Parkour Training, but you didn't want to risk his life in that place, not with yiu already risking your own. In the end you didn't want to risk anyone's life. The best option would've been sending you alone, you're quiet and quick, the Volatiles wouldn't even realize you went past them, but an order was an order.

Losing Aitor in this place, you would feel guilty for letting him follow you in the first place. He was used to fighting all kinds of Infected, strong ones, quick ones...and yet is this a whole different story. Volatiles are no joke.

"Casey? Don't tell me that he's actually sending you up into that death trap?!" Shouts the very man you just thought about, behind him Emily and Jake. He must've been playing and drawing with them, since he had various odd stickers on his arms and his blue gear while the kids carried some unfortunately poor excuses for crayons in their small hands. If you wouldn't be on your way to such a life or death kinda mission, you'd have mentioned it with a slight teasing snicker, perhaps even asked the kids if they needed help decorating their dad. Especially the big, adorable and fuzzy pink heart one on his chest that you remember giving Emily a while ago.

"Yes...no other choice. They'd be dead meat without me. And nonetheless, the radio is part of my business as well, without it we have zero contact to Seneux..." You didn't have to look into his eyes to know that he didn't approve of Jack's decision in the slightest, his even deeper than usual scowl already telling enough, "This isn't right! What does he think happens if you die?! Seneux will never forgive him, they will see the fault in this with him as well!" He claims angrily, him raising his slightly intimidating voice, drawing in the attention of multiple off-duty PK nearby as they start to listen to what it was about, curious about you as always ever since you became such a relevant person in their ranks.

"What did he just say? You're going to climb the fucking TV tower!? Did you never hear of the tragedy all these years ago?!" One asks dramatically, spiking panic across the soldiers as they begin muttering among themselves, mostly in worry but some of them already began mourning you, if you heard correctly. You needed to get out of this hallway, all these people bringing in their opinions pissed you off, clouded your mind.

Once away from the others, Aitor grabbed your upper arm, not enough to hurt you but still rough enough to definitely get your attention. Still behind him, the kids look at you with confusion and fear...for you? "You can't go there! Casey, you're strong...but please...i don't want to lose you because of a fucking radio signal. There's gotta be a different way?"

The worry in his tone almost made you think about your decision. Almost. But this couldn't be ignored. Without a signal this town would be stuck all isolated, just like before. No Seneux, no Network, no new survivors. No new desperately needed hope.

"I'm so so sorry, Aitor. But i have to. This is for you, Emily and Jake as well. If i don't make it on top...i will make sure you get to Seneux anyways. No matter how. I got my own plans, they won't fail you. Here..."

From a pocket on your original gear — which you put on for the first time since weeks now, since you usually didn't need such high level gear around Villedor — you pull out a small map of the wild area around Villedor, the one you used at the beginning before you met Aiden to locate yourself around the forest. On it was a marked location with coordinates and detailed instructions on how to get there. Aitor's eyes switched from you to the map and back, confused on what you wanted him to do, for what it was specifically.

"What is thi-" "I planned this two days ago. If during any future mission i would be 100% certain that i won't make it, i will make use of something we call a 'last signal' in the Security Corps. It's build into my personal radio, it will record my last message before I die and send it to my radio signal of choice, no matter if scrambled, hidden behind an algorithm or else. It will get there in time. Like the Blackbox of an airplane, just on a soldier. Our people never go quietly." Emily and Jake go up to the map in curiosity, squinting at the weird layout, "But what about you, Casey?" The little girl asks, not entirely getting at what you're aiming with your idea. But Aitor for sure did.

"You'll give them the coordinates of this location. Right? This is how you want to make sure we get safely to Seneux no matter what?"

He didn't sound like he was happy with your plan, shaking his head as he tries wrapping his head around it. "This isn't how i want this to end, believe me, Aitor. But at least then I would be able to rest in peace, in said worst case scenario. I will make sure they'll treat you right at my home...even if i never get the chance to reach it again myself."

Then it seems to suddenly dawn on his kids too and they start tearing up quietly, at first, then they start loudly weeping, "But...but we don't want to lose you! We want you to come with us!" Emily cries for both of them, Jake nodding strongly at this, both their crayons long forgotten on the cold ground as they run towards you. They tightly cling to your highly geared legs, one each as you sigh at their reaction. You couldn't let emotions get into your way now, couldn't let them change your already set mind.

"Emily, Jake...i... it's not like i plan on not coming back. Let's say it's our great back up plan?", You try to encourage them to believe in your words, eyeing Aitor, who was looking mad, pissed beyond belief at your overly reckless plans. But mostly, he looked dead worried.

"Please, you have to come back, whatever it takes! If you don't come back...we...our dad...he will...he will miss you so much! He hasn't been happy for sooooo long! If you're gone...we don't want our dad to be sad again...what if he never smiles again...?"

The fact about not letting your emotions get you was hard when their tear struck eyes basically force you to look away, holding back your own tears at what they said. Were you really making him that happy again, was he really that sad without you? What did he tell them about you when you're not with them?

Your only way of making sure they calmed down, was the dirty way, "I promise you two...i will do everything i got to show to get back alive. Nothing will stop me. Nothing will take me away." You lie with a heavy heart through a forced smile, feeling your own eyes wet with salty tears as you look back to Aitor...he saw right through your lie, you couldn't promise such things, not even you, you didn't know what to expect in the tower...

But the kids seemed to buy it quite well, nodding eagerly, finding more hope in your gentle words as you kneel to their height to hug them tightly one last time.

They grew so much on you in these last weeks since you met them, growing over your initial dislike in kids, loving to spend time them and Aitor like you're their actual mother. Like you're a real family together. Like your life never got this fucked up.

Losing all this...

Losing them. Losing Aitor.

The possibility alone made you thrive for the top. For them. For this rare but wonderful feeling of normality.

"Come here, you two gnomes, Casey...Casey surely has to leave now. She can't let them wait at the Tower." Aitor calls with equally forced calmness as you to his kids, having to be their anchor even in tough situations. They surprised you with how well they suddenly seemed to listen to their dad for once, running to his side, one on each. They tried their best to dry their old tears, sniffling still a bit, but still, you saw the small smiles forming. "We believe in you...come back in one piece, please, i love you and take care." He tells you for all three of them, except the 'i love you', it coming only from him personally as he comes over to you one last time to lean down and give you a kiss, a bit too passionate and gentle for you, who tried to not think about said kiss like it may be the last one you two ever shared.

"I will and i love you more..."

No promises, not a second lie. Giving the false promise to the kids to protect them already made you feel bad enough, but you couldn't lie to him as well. And he knew, blessing you with one of his rare genuine smiles although with a hint of slight pain in his expression at the knowledge of you not being able to give him a real promise, knowing your rule.

You turn around, feeling his bigger, heavy hand slip off your shoulder as you walk away, hearing him pick up both Emily and Jake to carry them back to his current quarters.

It took you ten minutes to reach the TV Tower, it's size being just as intimidating as you thought it would be.

"Great, you finally made it too, what did you do? Take a nap or something??" Brooks asked teasingly with a chuckle, his presence worrying you as Aiden popped his head in as well, walking towards you two. Brooks had become a really good friend, similar to Hepper, Jackson, Rowe and Wierzbowski — or just by his first name, Trevor, because you had honest trouble pronouncing his last name...always — and knowing he was here...meant he could die today, which wouldn't hurt just you, but he was also a part of Aitor's squad along with Hepper and Jackson.

"I...i said my goodbyes to Aitor and his kids." His chuckle died down in an instant as he awkwardly realized how serious you are. "Shit...i...I'm sorry, dude. I know what they mean to you, all three of them..." He mumbles but you wave him off, with the possibility of soon having no time left to be angry at such little things, you didn't want to fight with your friends, "You couldn't know, but since i don't plan on dying today, I'm sure we can laugh about this shit...next week...at least."

Nodding hopeful, he turns around to the entrance of the tower to join the other PK while Aiden walks up fully now. "Said your goodbyes, really?" It wasn't meant to be teasing, as you expected, but more surprised, "Yeah. I couldn't just leave like that. And i even had to lie to the kids. Otherwise they may have balled their eyes out..." Kicking at some lose stone, he nods in thought, "Are you that afraid that we will fail? After everything we have done here? After everything you have done?" He questions you and your seemingly irrational fears, looking down to you to maybe read your face. But it long decided to abandon anything that could show your weaknesses during this mission. Just like it was taught in the academy.

"Yes i am Aiden, because no matter what we have already done and shit. This is something else in its scale. I'm sure you have heard often enough by now why the tower hasn't been taken back yet already."

Taking a look up to the massive building, you don't even want to start imagining on how many volatiles you would find in it, ready to chew on your bodies like feral, constantly starving dogs on cadavers.

"I'm very aware, yet we don't have much of a choice, do we? Without it i most likely will never find Mia and you will never be able to contact Seneux!" He claims angrily, knowing exactly what made this so important, making you sigh in defeat.

You wished you could somehow make him change his mind, so you only had to go up on your own, but knowing that this was tied with his sister, there was nearly nothing that you could do to deter him now anymore, other than one thing. "Jack promised that he'll help you with finding your sister's possible location, right?". If you'd know what the deal was, maybe you could give him a better one? "He said with the transmitter and the antenna working again i could use a 'Detector' to not only find Inhibitors but maybe also clues for Mia, i will have an easier job at finding her. So I have to do this as well, for her. You can not shake me off."

You just wanted to retort just as annoyed as you see Rowe at the entrance, pissed at your antics as usual, "Get your chatty asses in here, ladies, or we leave you down here!" As lovely as always, that kind, young-at-heart man. Nodding at Aiden, you two go inside of the base level of the second tower — the main tower not accessible from ground floor — the by now more than familiar Peacekeeper Blue and the emblem being pretty on the outside walls.

"Listen well to the plan..." Rowe continues, simply ignoring the fact that you ignored him as well — like a dad and a teenage daughter, on some scale you liked this stupid father-daughter relationship, he reminds you a lot of your real dad...you would miss Rowe...— and wandered down the lobby instead.

Staying close to the walls and doors in "curiosity", you carefully look for something very specific at the lower parts of the walls. You were supposed to lead them, as much as you resented the idea of taking much weaker and definitely still unprepared men into a fight that maybe even kills you, but you had to make yourself familiar with this building, or that's at least what you told your self-conscious to feel better about what you're actually about to do...

That's when you realized that the tower did really look familiar for a distinct reason. This was a perfect copy of the TV Tower in Seneux.

You needed no plan. You didn't need them. You knew exactly where to find what you needed.

Having lost count of how many times you climbed the old tower back home, you knew the quickest paths along it on the inside, for both the side and the main tower. Now there is only to hope that the tower has similar structural weaknesses as the architectural garbage back in Seneux, then the pathways will also be the same. Or at least very similar.

"Hey Kiddo, instead of daydreaming while hugging old moldy walls, get over here for briefing!"

Rolling your eyes at Rowe's dire need to call you kiddo, you stroll over to join them at their table with the buildings' plans on it, weighted down with some bricks they found. Seeing it confirms your thoughts. Definitely a copy.

"I know this tower." You finally found a space of air between Rowe's talking over the plan, having now all eyes on you again, "How?" "Seneux has the same exact model. Climbed it too many times to count for parkour training."

Rowe face lighted up and for a moment it seemed like he just wanted to give an actual — very fatherly — compliment to you when the lights suddenly started to flicker erratically only to then go out entirely. Something pulled the plug on you.

How very convenient.

While Rowe and Aiden went to investigate and hopefully restore power to the tower, you went through the sneak way in the walls only you apparently knew about, even with the blueprints, using the very appealing distraction from whoever or whatever to start your lone climb to the top.

It being an old and rusty maintenance shaft, you could only hope that the ladder you used wasn't also rusty to the last bits. You weren't heavy, so in theory it should hold you just enough. Cringing slightly at the groans it produced, you kept ascending.

After five minutes and now very sensitive eyes from staring at nothing but literal darkness paired with decade old dust particles unfortunately getting moved around now by you coming through, you reach the 30th floor, deciding to poke your now also dusty head out for any threats to eliminate before the rest reached this floor — if you couldn't help it.

And you had been right with your cautious check. This floor had been noisy as hell for a reason. Tons of bloaters. One massive one. And one patrolling Volatile.

"This is going to be so disgusting..."

Climbing from your little hole, not just because you needed to kill the infected, but also because there wasn't much left to climb in it due to a bend over and broken ladder. You quietly arm your bow and aim at the first bloater, releasing your silent shot. The blood splattered everywhere. Noisily.

While this one had been the only one in your way of climbing up to one of the elevated old lamps, it exploding on you caused the currently only Volatile nearby to become agitated. Your heart beats in you chest as you hid from it right behind a wall near the elevator, hearing it's roars and aggressive shrieks.

As it decided to walk away again, you regain your false sense of security and stop holding your breath you didn't realize you were holding in the first place. That seemed to be already enough as you hear it stop abruptly, shrieking.

It heard you.

You couldn't take your axe out quick enough as it rounded the corner and dragged you out from you corner, throwing you across the floor covered in shard of glass from the broken door you hid near.

It was different, more coordinated than others of its "Species", as it hit you right into a different bloater. There was no time even for you — as agile as you were — to get to your feet and run from it as it grew in size shortly, its force of explosion catapulting you back through the open space of lobby as you hold back a sharp cry of pain. If you didn't get this situation under control, you won't live to tell the tale...

Just as the Volatile jumped on you again to bite into your tender bits of meat, your clouded mind seeing everyone you ever cared for look down at you in disgust and disappointment as you start regretting so many life choices, you feel your feared adrenaline kick in.

Do not give up. You gave a promise. You do not break them, whatever it takes!

As if something took over you, you shake off the infected like it was nothing. Your muscles once again felt like they began burning and you felt your inner rage take control as you went face to face with your opponent. You..."you" snarl, your slightly sharper teeth showing at the staggered Volatile as you overpower it, your viscous spit dripping down onto it as you sink your teeth into it in the next moment, just like it planned with you, ripping it into rotten ribbons, splattering its useless insides across the dirty floor before mindlessly moving onto anything else that moved in your area of sight until nothing was left.

Noise from your hips called you back from your rampage, feeling every vein in your tiny body pumping way above its pay grade, your head pulsing painfully as you grab your Radio. "CASEY WHERE ARE YOU!?! DON'T YOU DARE SAY YOU AR—", but your hand moves against your brain's clear orders of speaking with Aiden, only your adrenaline and rage moving you at that regretful moment as it crushes the radio with one swift motion.

On the outside you growled at the tension-thick air, only seeing the top of the tower as your goal, as your enemy to conquer. You are the predator it should fear.

On the inside you're screaming in horror at what you had just done: the radio, your personal radio, you just broke was your only chance to safe Aitor and the kids in case everything went to shit. How could you!?

But that inner meltdown didn't stop "yourself" from taking care of the elevator next, making sure nobody could follow you to stop you by breaking its circuiting. Maybe it wasn't half bad what "you" just did, that way they couldn't accidentally become your next target.

About to continue ascending, your body suddenly collapses on itself as you cramp, every muscle in your body screaming at you to stop moving, to curl up and wait for your painful death of your heart literally exploding in your chest. And all you could do was scream back, you now monstrous, distorted voice echoing through the empty lobby and probably all the way down to Aiden and Rowe.

"Helpppp..." You cry out, your normal voice breaking through every once in a moment as you became capable of standing up again, you body not wasting a second of its unnatural energy as you climbed up into a broken through hallway and through a elevator shaft, all the way up onto an outside part of the second tower. Using your stronger legs for further and more powerful jumps across the definitely life threatening gaps at this point, you reach a terrace.

While you had been stuck in the building a massive storm began, harsh rain and wind going across all of Villedor, the occasional lightning paired with loud Thunder brightening the dark and cloudy skies as you survey the surrounding area on a ledge.

'Emily and Jake are afraid of thunderstorms. But ever since you were at their sides during those, they almost started hoping for them. They said they gave them a reason to spend even more time with you...

You gave them a new direction to look towards whenever they got scared.'

You spot an old crane and go near it to inspect it. Fixing its fuse, though a bit harsher and primitively than you usually did, you make it functional again before eyeing the controls with squinted eyes.

Just about to rip it off from not wanting to waste "your" time on it, you fight back some control, feeling sick at the bottom of your stomach as you get a taste of the Volatile's vile blood on your lips and teeth. Using the panel while trying to hold back your adrenaline, you manage to move the steel beam on its end to swing in a position useful for you.

It was getting so hard fighting for control...

Why didn't you just let it fight your fights? Wouldn't it be easier?

Biting through the pain of the mental claws scratching on your mind, you leap for the metal beam to swing across with it into the main tower. Right into a volatile meeting room, apparently.

Carelessly, you use your arms as shields against their own attacks as you grab one, throwing it out through the wide gap you used just before that to enter. What surprised you was the pause in the Volatiles' attacks, them just staring at you. Normally you would've been too surprised to attack yourself, more interested in finding out the 'why', but now you have no business doing so.

With agitated growls, you jump at them. With your body being so overrun with white hot anger, they felt not stronger than any basic infected as you mangle their already dead bodies further, ripping and tearing through their limbs and torsos with everything you had to give.

' "Someday i want to be just as strong as you are!" said Jake once to you after he sneaked some glances at your training with his dad. It's very reminiscent to you, as you remember saying the exact same thing to your dad once, astonished at his seemingly endless strength...and the only thing you could say to Jake was "It's better if you don't."

When you got lost, when you lost your direction, it has always been your dad that helped you find the right path... '

You thought you grew more and more helpless to your rage with every stretch of path you had managed to cover on the tower, the cold air irritating your animalistic side. Just about to leave the last safe platform before you had to swing yourself across various dangerous gaps in between some steel beams, you imagined hearing someones voices. A familiar one, again.

It sounded like it was on your back, but you couldn't think clearly because of the ever threatening storm raging on, trying to challenge your own inner rampage. You hit your cramping...hands... against you already throbbing head in a matter to possibly regain more control again. Taking off you backpack with some clear struggle, you hear the familiar voice much clearer...

"Casey!? Casey! Please tell me you're still with me!", It just wanted to crush the headset you forgot in your backpack this morning, as well, until you realized who it was, Aitor. He is going to be so disappointed, disgusted and horrified once he hears your voice...but you wanted to hear his voice again...a last time. Or was this too much to ask?

You don't need him, ignore him!

"A-aitor??" You ask, the first smidge of fear since an hour now and it was ironically because of your fear of losing him. Not through death, but through you. "Thank goodness your still somewhat there! I...Aiden informed me of what you did...I'm at the tower's base."

He is what!? This was too dangerous, he needs to leave! "I know what you're about to say, that i should leave because it's too dangerous. But i am strong too, i need you to remember this at least every once in a while..."

You just wanted to reply to him as you went through another muscle spasm, like it wanted to cut you off from everything that reminded you of your human feelings, unexpectedly hitting the hard cement floor as you bend over on your side without your control and you howl and cry out in pain. They were getting stronger, you're far too long on this adrenaline rush. If you didn't manage to win over this...what would happen to you?!

Something greater.

What you said next wasn't even planned, but it left your lips anyways, desperately clinging onto everything left that is human inside of you, "H-help..." You stammer out meekly, your vocal cord strained from all your abominable screaming and shouting, eyes widening as you hear your own, weakening voice say it, no grunts no nothing. As you laid on the floor, trying to control the freakish power inside of you, tears streamed down your bruised face, they were red, caused by an overload of blood in your body as it got reproduced way too quickly. Everything, not just your nerves, muscles and heart worked beyond normal speed...

"Casey, you can—" "A-aitor...I don't want to die..." You whimper out scared as your bleeding lips tremble, the rain soaking your body, hanging onto the last thread that kept you here on this world, Him. He is your entire world and he became it so quickly too... everything you ever desired, in one human being.

Nothing is forever though, remember that.

Through the pumping of your hot blood, you can hear him curse, hearing slightly choke in shock at your words, at how weak you suddenly sounded, "Listen to me, you won't! You know why? Because Emily and Jake believe in you, we ALL do! And, you gave them a promise, you, of all people, do not break promises!"

'When your heart is beating slow, you know where to go. In such short time, he became your strength whenever you lost yours...'

Right. The promise. But it was a lie...

"Forgot? I lied. Shit...shit like that happens—" "Not with you, you have proven that often enough!"

He is right. You never broke a promise until now.

Time to change that once and for all...

No!

"I will do it." Is all you croak back in response as you fight past your aggressive self again, ignoring its ever growing voice in the back of your aching mind, eyes fixating the top as your goal, not its enemy. On your path, you keep hearing voices from the headset. Sometimes it was Aitor. But sometimes you also heard Aiden, Rowe, Brooks and the other men, trying to basically hype you up.

Trying to keep you from succumbing to the sweet ease of rage.

If you had known how cold it would get up here because of the on going thunderstorm, you'd have worn something warmer under your now pretty useless and really heavy riot gear. As you swing across on a few steel beams to gain height, you feel just how cold your hands are and whimper weakly to yourself "It's...it's so cold..." In an attempt of getting sympathy from your own out of control body.

But you didn't.

It keeps forcing you forward and you need it anyways: If you didn't at least manage to get the transmitter onto the radio controls, your most likely impeding death was worthless. Then you wouldn't have failed just you, but everyone who believed in you.

Now everyone is watching you, praying to whatever is left that you succeed after you made it impossible for them to climb the tower themselves.

Your death would doom all of Villedor.

'When you were stuck in the med bay after the kidnapping of the kids, you found out that Aitor had an actual really nice singing voice. So now, whenever you felt weak, whenever you needed his warmth in more than just physical touch, you begged him to sing with you or for you. Not once he denied your odd wishes. Though you never knew if he actually liked doing you that favor...'

"I can do this! I know i can!" You scream loudly against the strain of your vocal cords, no longer caring about the attention you could get from Volatiles that way, there was no way they could reach you up here anymore at this altitude. You ran up the last parts of the slopped roofs, determination propelling you further than you thought you could as you felt the last ledge on your less human fingertips. Gravel met your claws as you pull yourself up with enough strength to throw yourself a few feet into the air, landing on your feet with a smidge of inhumane pride.

You're on the roof, the bitterly cold rain soaking you to the bones as you feel a need to scream out your inner rage, having no where to go anymore other than the small maintenance tower of the antenna.

And you did scream... "I did it, Aitor! I'm at the— AHHH!"

But not as planned.

If you ever have been unlucky, this was the highest point of misfortune you could reach: During another muscle spasm, just as you wanted to tell Aitor and the others that you made it, you heard thunder right over your head, your sensitive ears caused by your changed wanted you to cover them but you couldn't as seconds later the only thing you felt anymore was immense, unbearable pain.

From your knees, you fall to the ground, motionless.

"Casey? CASEY? CASEY!!!" you barely heard the multiple voices crackling through your toasted headset, it being a few feet away from your head after you fell and it lost hold on it.

What just happened?! Did your adrenaline take over you? Did your heart finally explode, take you from this world?

You heard it sizzle and crackle. All around you. In and on you. You felt erratic, more than before and you could smell burned skin and hair. It came from your wrist, only now really registering the black veins covering your lower arm, now slowly starting to fade away.

Looking at the burn mark after you managed to sit up, you realize one crucial fact first: Your claws are gone.

In fact: You had surprisingly a lot of control?

The second was the burns on your left wrist, the way it...sparked...after you touched it. Did you get hit by lightning?

Did you just survive being hit by said lightning!?

'In your current troops and your squad you were known best by your immense combat and parkour speed being paired with some exceptional strength in your arms and feet, some having decided to give you the field nickname of "la foudre" by the french men and simply "Lightning" or "Thunder" with anyone else.'

The headset was in bad shape, but it was still functional, fortunately as you pick it up weakly, "I-i'm good. Breathing and all that shit...but i don't know...how long..." You cough in between your sentence, standing up on weak limbs as you trudge over to the maintenance antenna and climbed it with your last bits of energy.

Exhaustion took over you rapidly, too rapidly, as you flip open the metal cover roughly, hearing it hit against the other boxes next to it as you push in the transmitter, feeling your conscious leave you after you activated the needed controls. Your hand slips off as you fall onto the ground of the maintenance platform, hearing only dim voices — slowly breaking up and distorting — of worry in the back...

You did it...Aitor...Dad...you actually did it...

"I did it, Aitor...i love..."

And the world went dark...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(sike.)

With a start, like by a car battery, you sit up straight, feeling cold metal below you. The light shining in your face was incredibly bright, a cloudless sky and the unhindered sun beaming into your eyes. Where are you?

With your painful eyes squeezed shut, you feel around yourself until you realize your on an elevated platform.

Then it dawn's on you, within a second you jump to your still weak legs, holding onto dear life at the control box as your eyes adjusted to the sun again.

You're on top of the VNC Tower!

Every muscle you moved screamed in pain from what had happened before, but at least your exhaustion was away in some parts, enough to let you move again in the first place. But how would you get back off of the tower?

What time was it even? Didn't it storm like crazy before that? But now there's not one cloud across the beautiful lit sky, the ground of the roof looked dry as well.

You take a look around you on the metal floor, finding you broken headset. It was partially melted. So the lightning wasn't just your imagination!?

With a broken headset, you couldn't contact the others. They probably thought you're dead...

Maybe...maybe if you left now, leaving them the instructions for contacting Seneux on their own, they will forget you, all the trouble you caused. You have caused nothing but chaos for these poor people...

That's until something fell from your backpack. A folder piece of dirty but somewhat neatly folded paper that survived like the rest of your backpack's insides due to "Any-Weather-Protection".

Curious, you unfold it, eyes widening as tears almost immediately welt up in them.

It was a children's drawing. The kids' one specifically. It featured four stick figures, resembling them, Aitor and you. "Our strong Daddy and us with our new, weird but even stronger mom in Seneux..." You read the slightly smudged writing on the back and realized that's what they drew next to the figures. It was one of the buildings in Seneux you told them about, the Campus you lived in with your friends during your academy years.

"Oh kids...no..." You mumble, one hand covering your mouth in shock, wiping away your tears as you see what you did, how you just walked into their lives like this and they clung to you. If you left now...you would never be able to live with your choices. "Merde...i gave you two a promise and I will keep it. Lie or not."

You take your backpack back onto your sore and bruised shoulders as you ready your paraglider after you had luckily found it again in your other crap stuffed into the backpack's pockets, having "bought" one off of a Survivor a while back now, hopeful for you last bit of muscle strength as you pop one of the dextrose cubes to help yourself out shortly, knowing that at this point, it's definitely not capable of pepping you up entirely.

"Here goes nothing." You tell to nobody but yourself as you leap off the high up platform, pulling the drawstring on your paraglider to deploy it high enough to cover as much distance with it as you could. Straight for the old freighter.

You were sure that on some parts of the way, you partially lost consciousness again, luckily just seconds every time, as you managed to see a fit landing point for yourself. Right into the ship.

With sudden air pushing you forward, you aren't sure if that was a good or bad thing as you realize that at this speed, you'd crash against one of the many containers that build up the walls of the PK Base.

"CAREFUL!" You had to shout out as a familiar person walked right into the direction you steered with your booted feet, planning to land on them somewhat steadily. It was Steven, his eyes widening for probably multiple reasons as he quickly jumps out of your path, seconds before you could most likely squash him between you and the next wall with the force you gained by lowering down so quickly.

With a metallic echo of you crashing directly into the next metal container, you shout and curse in added pain as you stumble back and onto your ass from the impact.

For a moment everyone shut up as they watch your paraglider fall flat once it no longer managed to keep in motion. Your breathing was quick as you tried making sure everything was still on your body, then the PK became loud and tried to get to the floor level you were on, but luckily some guards made sure you weren't overrun. "Casey! Is that really you?! Everyone thought you died up on the tower!" Steven barely managed to hold back his own shouts of surprise.

"Just really weak...but yes, I'm alive... somehow." You cough again, slumping over without caring about your damned paraglider hanging over the edge of the floor you sat on.

All the commotion must've reached the ears of Jack as you hear him shout at his soldiers to calm themselves down, asking what the reason for this behavior was. "It's Casey! She is back from the dead! She must be fucking immortal or some shit!" One voice made it through to you, unfamiliar to you but Jack heard everything he needed to, ordering his way through to you with quick steps.

Blood dripped from freshly opened wounds as he stood in front of you, shock taking over his face as he could be very certain that it was really you. Who else dared to paraglide right into the PK HQ if not you?

"May lightning strike me," nah, trust me, not fun, "You are alive! I didn't want to believe it, but Aitor and his kids kept saying that you'd return, not taking any other possibility as a chance..."

Because they know your rule. Never break a promise, otherwise you may not give any.

"Because I promised it to them..." You mumble with a smile, remembering the drawing from before, now safely in your pants' pocket.

Steven helps you stand up to lead you back to the med bay after you shook off your paraglider, too tired to think about where it could end up right now. "Where is he anyways?" You ask confused, since you expected Aitor to be here, since he wanted to spend more time of his free time with his kids after all.

"He's...busy."

Busy? The good busy or the bad busy?

A slight limp you only felt just now, going from your left hip on down, made you push back that thought for a moment as you almost collapse from the sudden stinging pain in it. Steven and Jack quickly balanced you out as they made sure you got into the med bay without anymore complications, the guards outside taking care of the chaotic crowd of soldiers.

Once you safely sat on a bed, cringing in physical pain that got worse with ever moment now as Jack watched Steven prepare some tools to clean and bandage your surface wounds.

"What happened up at the tower, Casey? Aiden told me connection broke off suddenly. Only shortly before the second disruption, when you talked with Aitor, we have been able to contact you again..."

Steven grimaced at the Commander, squinting slightly, "Sir, do you have to ask her these questions now? She's clearly in-" "It's fine, should he know why. I...i lost control, like before. Volatiles attacked me and whatever makes me different from the others didn't want to go down without a fight. It made me break the elevator's electric controls as well. It...i didn't want anyone to follow me. Apparently."

The truth was, you didn't know why your anger forced you to do most of the things on the tower, you only tried to regain at least some of your authority over your own muscles back there. Unexpected to you, Jack did not question the worth of trusting you in the future, even with the fact of you having lost control. He only nodded, trying to understand your type of situations on the tower and from recent events like with Waltz or on the Outpost attack.

"Do you think you'll never be able to control it?"

It sounds like he looks at you like a weapon in the moment instead. You are one maybe, but in that case only your own. With that in mind, you shake head disappointed, "Not that i am aware of. Though it only happens whenever I get endangered, like on the tower, or massively agitated. I think it's my adrenaline, it goes into overdrive, changes me, how I think...how i act."

Using your time that Steven needs to inspect your bruises, cuts and other wounds, including you more than painful hip — said pain soon being at your personal pain threshold at this point — you explain what happened, as much as you remember clearly. But then you reach the last moments before you activated the radio.

"YOU GOT HIT BY LIGHTNING!? H-how are you alive!?" Steven, who had been silently doing his check up, loudly exclaims in understandable panic as he went to check up on your head now as well now that he found out about your unfortunate encounter with bloody fucking Zeus.

"I think i did. I sizzled a bit." You deadpan, no longer questioning most of the things that just decided to happen to you as Jack seemed to be just as shocked as the doctor, "If you survived a Volatile nest AND stood back up after a literal strike from above, what could possibly stand in your way anymore!?"

Everything. You, in the end and in the very basics of your strengths and weaknesses, aren't much different than him or anyone else. Just because you've been unimaginably "lucky", doesn't mean it's like this forever, like it's just something about you instead of the fortune in unfortunate moments.

Your instincts didn't have to kick into highest gear at the initial attack. Your body didn't have to survive the lite smite from fucking above either but here you are, about to cry from your fucking HiPpP because it hurts like a bItCh!

"Jack, this doesn't make her invincible, she's still visibly hurt. Also, i now know what's wron-"

Nobody seems to be able to finish their sentences today as the room's door was thrown open and the first you see come running through are Emily and Jake, crying...happy tears, "You made it! We knew you would, you're so cool!" Jake and Emily both shout excited, almost jumping onto you and your injured hip — or generally hurting body — if their dad didn't hold them back moments before they pounced onto you with "full weight".

"Come on, kids, Casey is hurt, you two can't just jump her like that..." He claims worried, holding both of them at the hem of their shirts as they pout, "But we missed her...". You could only smile gently at their complains as you lean over to them to ruffle through their hair, receiving surprised but joyful chuckles, "I'm sure we can hug after Steven is done poking me with his tools. I won't run off again for now. I promise."

This time it wasn't a lie.

Behind the three you see Aiden, seemingly also grateful that you're actually alive still, but also obviously pissed at you for doing such a dangerous thing all on your own against his decision. "You two go with Aiden real quick, i need to talk with Casey for a few minutes..." Aitor looks at Aiden, him only nodding to make sure Aitor knew his kids were in safe hands.

"But we want to stay with Casey too! We want to make sure she's okay!" They pouted as Aiden picked them both up, carrying them down the hallway, "Don't worry you two, you'll be able to talk with her all day tomorrow..." You hear Aiden tells them calmly, already sounding 100% done with the babysitter job, as Emily and Jake whine disapproving, "We want to stayyyyy!"

Soon their voices and Aiden's were too far to understand anymore and Aitor was able to focus on you entirely, being finally able to let his "strong, calm and collected dad guard" down.

For his kids, he left the image up of him also believing that you would definitely return...but his eyes now told a different story. "I...i thought I lost you. After i finally reached you and you screamed in pain...i became even more sick with worry than i already have been once I heard that you went rogue..." He confessed, taking your hands in his calloused ones, worry deepening in his eyes as he felt them tremble. You felt both incredibly weak and cold. So very cold.

"But I'm back now. Please, don't worry about me, Aitor. You won't get rid of me that easily..." You mumble tiredly, feeling him use him thumbs to softly stroke the top of your bruised blue, violet and yellow hands. "With you constantly doing things like this, can you really blame me?" "A bit." You joke, a crinkly, weakened smile on you face, lips beaten bloody and face generally the color red from your eyes formerly fucking literally bleeding.

Gods, you must be looking so fucking "hot" right now. Like you just literally went through hell just to rip and tear your way back up through it's asshole...

Aitor spent his entire rest of the day and following night on your side, only leaving to get you two some food from the cafeteria, to use the toilet or to get his kids from Aiden and bring them back to his ex shortly before sunset. Turns out you managed to get a hairline fracture on your hip, which caused the limp and the incredible pain.

You wouldn't be able to climb or jump for a few weeks, but thanks to some crutches, incidentally those that Hepper used all these weeks before, you would definitely be able to walk and give the instructions for the radio signal to Seneux. But contacting had to wait, it turns out, because — while you had been out of order for almost two weeks — Aiden used the now working antenna and the detector to find clues about his sister, only to turn up empty handed...well except of a shit ton of Inhibitors.

Those and one horrible fact, one that almost made your blood boil over all over agin: There was no longer a trace of Waltz being in Villedor. He was gone, somewhere off with Aiden's sister and multiple Renegades. And that since you ended up in the med bay. He had been on the run since two whole weeks, he could be anywhere!

Laying in the hospital bed, fuming at the news, Aitor made sure to keep it from going too far again, rubbing your thigh gently to keep you with him and with reality. "Aitor?"

So you choose the one thing that turned out to always help you, "Could we please sing a bit, or at least hum? I'm not doing well..." You ask quietly and he only nodded, knowing that you weren't doing well indeed, making sure nobody would be able to hear their commander sing by closing the room's door before giving you your request until you calmed down.

You had to make sure to find Waltz again, he couldn't be left out in this world, not with all the horrifying things he could do...

But for now, all you needed was Aitor and his surprisingly calming presence.

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#8 Aitor x Casey 'Bloodshed under a starry night sky'

Note: I am aware some or even many parts of the following Story may drift off from the lore and story parts in Dying Light, but i personally don't own the game (yet. I'm a Switch owner, so in six months maybe.) and the Creator i am watching it play isn't exactly going down a path fitting my story or for me to know how some scenes or missions play out. (I am watching 8-bitRyan btw, just like with the first game.)

Now, I'll let you read the next hot mess in this Story:

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It has been another busy two weeks and Jack Matt just talked with you about the contract, it now being very close to midnight. It was time, your patience ran thin, very thin. And you didn't even want to know how angry and impatient your dad and the other higher ups in Seneux had to be if you alone already had your nerves all frizzled up because of this.

If he decides to sign the contract, you could give the PK the needed instructions to find and reach the protected radio frequencies of Seneux and eventually those of the Main Network as well. Because then you can finally contact Seneux again yourself — you had to cut contact for safety — and tell them to send a clean up crew for the Infected. And most importantly in your eyes, since you were done with this place, a quicker transportation type then fucking walking all these miles again. Maybe the helicopter the region bought off the second French Network-Settlement a week before you lost contact to them could then take you back to the region?

As far as you remembered from the day it arrived, it was from Airbus, a H255. A former Civilian transport helicopter of their nearby Airport. Your Exploration and Trading Branches decided to work together to rebuild it a bit, giving it bigger storage for future trading jobs and when Exploration Squads needed to go further than a few miles outside of the walls.

It was the quickest Helicopter of it's size that was still widely used in the last remaining places of the world and it has been time that Seneux also managed to buy one for their own uses, especially with the region's current size. The deal went down with a second helicopter, a Chinook, but that was a different story.

But all this was just wishful thinking, since the Contract may still fall flat if there was just one thing Jack found that he didn't like. Such a reaction would be quite stupid in your — sometimes way too logically seeing — eyes. The contract made sure that Villedor had no disadvantages or drawbacks towards Seneux.

Only one fact had to be obvious, one which you made clear towards Jack in the very beginning: Seneux gave them the chance of regaining some standards of the old world, to grow in size like them, Villedor was the smaller settlement and was basically becoming a "sister city" — just in the same country, not two different ones — of Seneux with this contract, a partnership and commitment between those two places specifically while also adding them to The Network's system for trading.

If Seneux gets attacked, Villedor would be required to help defend — as far as they are capable of doing so, men wise and power wise — and so would Seneux help out Villedor, like for example with The Renegades or Infected.

That part of the contract didn't sound like a problem to Jack, promising to make sure he trained his men well in a case of attack in the region.

And suddenly there was one more problem: just as you left the makeshift office of Jack Matt on the ship, Aiden's worried voice came through to you on your radio, hearing his shoes on the cement as he ran while talking, "Aiden? What's wro—" "They attacked one of the Substations! Renegades!"

Your radio's settings were loud enough to get the attention of Brooks and Hepper, who just wanted to talk to you before Aiden contacted you "What?! Which one? The commander is at—" "The first one Casey and i put back on power, that's the one getting attacked right...ugh...now. Sorry, i'm running towards it right now and almost didn't make a jump...Aitor is definitely here, i just saw him escort the remaining traders off the main roof." He did sound like he was slightly panting and out of breath. At the first substation?? That was quite some way to cover, but you had to help Aitor and the other Peacekeepers defend the outpost. Losing general power would mean losing leading power as well. Especially with the Renegades possibly taking over the Outposts.

"I'm going right now, keep them busy until I arrive and if possible, get some of the less combat strong inhabitants to safety yourself too." You reply sharply with a familiar tone to your own ears. No matter how well you could let your guard down with Aitor or other PK, no matter how laid back some days here were if you weren't exactly taking over outposts or doing some "quests" for the people here, you're still a soon-to-be Commander yourself. You can not slack off, you can not be lack luster with your response, it needed to let the receiver know the urgency.

You will not let the Renegades get off your hook that easily.

"We're coming too, these are our men after all!" Brooks shouts as you went to immediately leave the big freighter to get to the Outpost, both men coming up after you as you silently thank the guards at the entrance with a nod as they let you pass through. You could barely believe how much of a regular you became after Aitor's Injury, usually hanging out with Brooks and Hepper when they had the time and Aitor was busy himself.

"Then hurry, take the less busy paths, otherwise you won't be able to keep up with me!"

They nod, watching you scale a building next to them as they keep a running pace, dodging and pushing away some stray infected in their way. At a crossroads in the street, you see a bigger infected, a weaker form of a Demolisher, and you knew you had to help the two. And you never got the time to show them an efficient way to get rid of them, so why not now?

So you make quick work of it, using your new tank upgrade on your axe to cover its sharp blade with chemicals to give it some advantage over the brute. With its deformed head as your target, you jump down off the roof onto it's shoulders, taking one precise slash targeted at it's cranium to kill it. "Holy shit, that was fucking badass?!?" Hepper shouts in the distance, both of them already having readied their own weapons to fight the infected themselves. You nod at them to let them know the path was safer again, not wasting any time on the corpse to climb back onto the roofs and continue towards the smoke pillar rising to the sky. They're trying to set the outpost on fire!

"Quicker! There's fire been set!" You shout down to your companions, hearing them curse with out of breath pants and their feet taking up more pace.

At a few roofs parting you from the PK outpost, you take your bow off your backpack's strap for it, unfolding it just like many times before, arming it with an arrow once you reach the last roof, aiming at the first Renegade that caught your eyes.

He fell over like a wet bag of cement as you shoot him between the eyes, not giving it a second glance as you keep taking out Renegades at the edge, one at a time, grinning with some twisted amusement as they got more and more uneasy and stressed out at their falling companions. Then you saw Aiden, also slashing at them from behind, taking out the ones that let their guard down — unknowingly by looking for their silent attacker.

One by one they fall to their inevitable death on the ground, the ones unfortunate to survive got eaten alive by the infected that got lured to the base of the substation by the sound of the on going battle on top. Brooks and Hepper went up to the same building you stood on by using a rope lift, making sure to stay off the radar of the infected themselves.

"That's some fucking mess down there, believe me. You got it peaceful on the roofs, makes me jealous, Moron..." Hepper grunts, using your nickname to which you both grew very accustomed by now. You knew that he didn't mean it, he knew you were probably smarter than most people left in this shit hole, especially after he saw you in "action". In that case meaning: making plans and strategies.

"Look for some spare planks on here, they probably took them away or broke them to keep more PK away, but i once put some spares somewhere nearby after some scavenging just in case the others break."

They nod, breaking up to look individually for said planks while you took your own quick way over, leaping across the gap with a boosted long jump. Grunting at the impact against the edge of the roof, you feel gloved hands grabbing and holding onto you soon after. It was Aiden. Secretly you were so incredibly happy that he decided to stay on your side. That you had another Person similar to yourself next to you during these kind of fights. Not as experienced like your usual squad, but close.

"Thank you...Aiden. Really." "It's fine, if you're looking for Aitor, i last saw him on the other side, he helped out some Trader, he seems to know him personally?" Once you had back your balance under your feet, you pat him on the shoulder, planning to speak alone with him after this. You wanted to do so right after talking with Brooks and Hepper but the Renegade Attack got to you before that.

"Keep safe, okay?" You could only tell him before turning into the direction he gave you, running off with your axe out, ready to strike if needed.

Towards the edge to the south, you see him, struggling against at least six men on his own, barely keeping balance as they tried pushing him off into the mass of infected. "Now you're going down down down, Fucker!" One of them laughs, their coarse, spastic voices being like sandpaper to your ears as you push past them, staggering them by almost pushing them off, grabbing the collar of Aitor's shirt just as he slipped off, his eyes widening at your sudden appearance, your face grimacing at his weight. "Hold onto the edge, Aitor, as long as you can!" You quickly order him, watching him nod hurried as he grabs onto the rain pipe going along the old roof.

Not having to keep him up any longer, for now at least, you're able to fight the Renegades that cornered him, screaming in rage as you slash at them in quick, unblockable succession, their blood covering you more and more until no one was left standing, their masks shattered to white and red pieces and their guts covering the grey cement.

They should at least learn to stand a chance.

Kneeling down at the edge, you reach back down to Aitor, him grabbing your bloody hands without a second thought, using his feet against the wall to help you with pulling him up.

"Behind you!" He shouts exhausted, kneeling on the ground on all fours, your head snapping around with the rest of your body as you see a Renegade jumping at you with his own axe out. You block his head-down strike with your own weapon's longer handle, sneering at the masked brute before pushing him backwards.

"Little slut, i will gut you, make him a necklace of you fucking insides~!" He croaks, running at you for another attack and you place a kick right into his uncovered abdomen, his body tumbling back. Before he had the chance to regain his defense you pull out your knife, covering the small distance to him with quick steps, ramming the knife down his throat without a second glance, feeling the resistance of his spine. His broken voice cursed you with his last breaths as he fell to the ground, his blood pooling around him and around your feet.

"No you won't..." You now eerily calm tell the still body, taking the self made bombs on his belt to yourself in case you may ever need them.

Just as you want to turn your attention back to Aitor, you hear pained cries and cursing from behind you. Sounding familiar, you went to investigate the place the voice came from. It was Volo, cornered by more Renegades, seemingly bleeding at a big gash on his torso. "Little trader pig will be butchered. Just like the rest of your friends! You'll be such a tasty treat!" They mock his helpless weeping, not noticing that slight glimmer of hope in your friend's blue eyes as he spots you behind them.

The first one is dead quickly, falling down after you stab him into the side of his head, right through the ear — the head's weak spot — and his pal's neck was done for after, snapping it, barely dodging his own attack. Shrugging off the fact that you almost got your own throat slit, you face Volo, who now slowly sank to the ground with heavy breaths, a knife he formerly held for defense falling from his hands.

"Is he— ah bloody hell, I'll look for some bandages!" Aitor comes around the corner, eyes widening immediately at the sight of Volo's terrible condition before turning on his heels to looks for said first aid. You wanted to help Volo, wanted to hope that simple bandages would help with his gash, but you also knew it would be a lost cause at the size of it. As a Runner, you lost many good partners because of such similar big wounds.

Hell, you almost lost Aitor to one... though it wasn't that size and not near his hips.

"They won't save me...will they?" He asks weakly, his commonly cheeky attitude gone as he realizes the damage entirely, blown away like leaves during a heavy storm. Volo searched for an answer in your eyes as you try to stop the bleeding, your hands uncommonly trembling.

You hated losing people. You hated losing those that you trust. Be it via death or betrayal, both hurt similarly. But death was the worst as there, unlike with betrayal, was no way of changing the outcome with time.

And death took already too many trusted people from your life...a reason why you're who you are today.

Why did it have to continue taking from you?

"I don't know." You lie, staring at him with no emotion, you didn't want to look weak, you didn't want to let him see that you were very aware of how low his chances were either.

"Please... don't lie." He whispers, his usually joyful eyes — always having even during the end of the world these joy-crinkles around them from genuine smiles and laughter — now looked dim, losing all their glow and liveliness with every moment that passed, with every drop of blood he began losing quicker now.

"Can you tell my wife that...that i love her? That no matter how much i flirted sometimes...that she always was the one for me?"

So badly, you wanted to tell him so badly 'Shut up, you'll tell her yourself, idiot!'

But you can't. Your mouth held back any more lies that could only comfort yourself anymore, Volo seemingly more accepting of the end of this situation than you were. It made you almost proud to know that he managed to grow so much in these last weeks that you managed to get to know him. At the beginning, when you met him he was a former Trader for the Survivors, never went out on scavenging expeditions on his own for the goods he sold, soon changing factions after hearing of your bravery in fights against the Infected hordes and of the Peacekeepers work against the Renegades being done in the Central Loop — something that was normally kept away from the ears of the Survivors, something he only heard after you told him about them and their lives, about Aitor to be specific.

Then he made his first own expeditions, grew in experience and managed to become a respected weapons trader for Peacekeepers all around Villedor, then he came back to the Central Loop. Now you're here, watching him succumb to his fatal wounds in a dirty back area of the PK Outpost that just got attacked.

Life wasn't fair.

It never has been, especially nowadays.

"I will, i will let her know that she can be happy to have had a man like you on her side, Volo." You promise him, swallowing heavily as he became quiet, simply looking up at the night sky and the brightly shining clusters of stars across the firmament, in the low but pretty glow of the moon you could see his eyes glaze over with more fresh tears, rolling down his bruised and bloodied cheeks, "C-casey? Thanks for staying with me. For... not leaving me alone..." He coughs, more blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, staining his small beard he was so proud of finally growing out more. The gash wasn't the only injury, you could be sure of that. No simple bandage would be able to save him.

"It's the best thing i can..." you look back down to him, away from the shining stars, to see his eyes motionless, staring into nothingness, his chest no longer moving. His bloody hand took yours with the last moments he had before that, squeezing it tightly.

He was gone.

"...do..." You end your sentence quietly, making sure to close his eyes, not entirely sure how you should react before you stand back up after placing his hand that took yours onto his chest. His formerly blue trader vest with the Peacekeeper emblem he carried so proudly on his chest, soaked a nasty dark red, the gash on his left side the main reason for the unfamiliar color on it.

"Casey, i couldn't find any bandages but may-...oh...oh no..." Aitor rounded the corner quickly, carrying clean rags on his less wounded arm, stopping in his eager tracks as he sees the depressing scene in front of him. The Renegades were still attacking, you heard their manical laughs and shouting as the remaining PK tried to fight them back as good as they could. Knowing that, you give Volo one last sorrowful glance, promising yourself and him to make Villedor safer, before pulling your knife from the ear canal of one of the Renegades, cleaning it on your pants before sheathing it back in it's usual place.

"We need to hurry or there will be more like him." You claim shortly, motioning Aitor to follow you. Complying do to trusting you with your plans, he pulls out his knives again, putting the rags into one of your backpack's less stuffed pockets while he still followed close behind you, never knowing if you could use it for someone else less unfortunate. "I don't see any other dead traders. I think Aiden pulled the rest of the Outpost to somewhere safer. These Renegades are tough, a bit too tough for this Outpost."

This Outpost particularly was known for being more of a traders outpost than one for just soldiers. And those are the only ones left now, defending the outpost with everything they've got.

"Volo had told me that he tried to hide from them under his desk, but they found him seconds after i arrived. I managed to get their attention onto me to give him a chance to run away as well, but apparently there were more and they caught him...I'm sorry." He explained his situation and you nod, smiling again, "I'm aware, no matter if a trader or a soldier and one of your men, i know you'll help every Peacekeeper if you can because you're loyal to your faction, you did what you could." That made him the man you loved. No matter how grumpy or stoic he could be, for his people he did everything, even if dangerous.

Just like you.

"Casey? Over here! I need a hand!" Aiden shouts from a roof of the outpost, holding off a mace-wielding bastard until you got up to his level, kicking the Renegade directly into the back of his knees, watching tumble to the ground in pain. Since he had to push against Aiden to not get cut by him, he couldn't also block said kick of course, making him an easy target. "Goodnight, sleep...tight!" You grunt, taking your foot to stomp his head, watching his skull crack and brain matter squash out from in-between, some slipping down the slopped part of the metal roof.

"Thanks, he was surprisingly strong. You think it's Waltz's fault?" "Honestly Aiden?" You eye the group of Renegades being circled in by some Peacekeepers as Aitor went over to them to help them out, seeing the obvious anger in your beloved brute's heavy steps, his new set of knives he got from you, bought from Volo, at the ready, "At this point, It's always this bastard's fault..." You grunt with a grimace, leaving him to his own decisions as you follow Aitor to help out as well, cutting down the rest of the Renegades in less time, now that the PK had the upper hand once again.

It was close to 2AM when the last Bastard was dead, getting kicked off the roof carelessly by your foot after you killed him with your axe, having to use THV Chemicals on it's blade to catch him off guard.

"That's the last one as far as I am aware, contact HQ for medical assistance for the wounded ASAP, Hepper. Brooks, help me with first aid until they are in safer hands." You command from the higher roof you stood on, the harsh but needed tone slipping from your slightly bruised lips — after you had to pack a punch you were too late to dodge — just too fast and naturally once again as Aitor squints at you for a moment. "Are these two my men or yours?" "Would you have told them anything different?" "Well...no."

That shut him up right after, softly pushing you off of him with a joking pout after you gave him a teasing kiss on his stubble once you jumped off the metal roof, grunting at you, "You wouldn't like it if i started commanding your squad either..." He grumbles, crossing his arms as you chuckle knowingly, "You're welcome to try, babe~"

If there was one problem with your squad it was their need to act on their own fucking accord, every single one of them, no matter if helpful or not, every time. That's why you chose each one of them, they were your own personal challenge. That and some of them knew you since you were a kid, basically having watched you grow up into what you are today, helped you become this person. Normally you didn't stop them from doing their own plans, many of your men being former solo operators, as they were called by the Security System, similar to what you were before the Academy but already with a Soldier Status.

But sometimes they endangered themselves or other parts of your squad or even civilians and that's when you stepped in, making sure that they got back into line and listened to your own plan or strategy instead.

"Brooks, take the rags i just gave you and fixate the fractured bone on this one after i push it back into place, that way it can't splinter more that it already is. And you, bite onto this, this will hurt like a bitch..." Ordering both Brooks and the injured PK on the ground, you give the latter a squishy ball from your backpack in between his open mouth as he hisses in pain, seeing him nod with a grimace.

One. Two. Three!

With one strong and quick motion, you straighten the open fracture, hearing the muffled cry of pain from the Guard on the ground, nodding towards Brooks while holding a clean plank against the back of the lower leg, watching him wrap and knot two longer and thinner pieces of rags around the slightly bleeding calf. Taking some small Recluse petals from your backpack's jar, the PK panicked a bit, still having the ball in his mouth as he shook his head. "Don't worry, it's for slowing the bleeding, until medical arrives." You assure him, giving it him the same way Steven did with Aitor.

As far as you're aware, the herbs also had a calming effect on awake subjects, which was proven as true once the former panic in his eyes subsided and his breathing calmed down by a lot. Like strong painkillers.

One by one, you give the injured a first check, stabilizing wounds and other injuries for further inspection. Brooks once almost puked at an open wound, so you had to switch him out with Aiden, watching the Pilgrim apply some rags to a PK's nasty shoulder wound, a knife being the fault of it.

"Thanks for the help...some of them have been in really bad shape after the attack. I'm sure them and their families, if any, be very grateful for your quick aid." A medic from the Peacekeepers told you after they arrived, checking in on the injured and getting ready to transport them across the roofs back to the ship.

You thought his words were nice and all, but in the end you didn't need the thanks to feel better, for you it was utmost importance to take care of your men if injured. There was no 'thanks' expected since it was a given to help and be helped. But that wasn't normal anymore in the Security System's squads either. You only made it a strict rule for yours after losing people as a runner like they were flies. Especially after one event...

And by saying it wasn't normal for other squads, you weren't saying that it wasn't an official rule that everyone was taught since day one in the academy, since the Security System took it actually quite serious, like you. Many recent soldiers in Seneux though are too scummy to follow that rule into their own Squad, rather leaving their own as bait to run instead of accepting defeat and trying a new plan on the second try.

That's why you admired the loyalty in the Peacekeepers' faction, they did not only help each other, but any one in danger. Just like what Seneux's Defenses once were, if you looked at older squads that were active for longer now, or yours, than the more recent ones.

You nod at his thanks anyways, still seeing the sincere kindness it his words, letting them handle the rest as you return to Aitor's side, him being just done explaining what happened, having been there since they started their attack. "Did you panic and run around like this as well when we got ambushed in the tunnel?" He asks while watching the medics carefully escort those that could still walk towards the plank that Brooks placed back at the beginning, using quickly and simple made ways across the roofs to bring them back to the ship.

"Well, similar. But back then i had no rags either. I could only make sure the wounds stayed clean and didn't touch the nasty wet floor." Both events were bad on their own ways. Today you had far more injured but in the tunnel you only had the bare minimums to help Aitor and his men.

From the corner of your eyes, you see some medics and men that were lucky enough to only get some light bruises carry the PK that were less unfortunate. Or dead. Like Volo.

He wasn't even able to defend himself like the other dead ones...

"Where do you bring the fallen Peacekeepers?" You ask as you watch them place them on a plank each to make transportation easier, a medic with a higher rank you guessed gave you his attention, "We have to burn them. Most of them at least. Those with specific injuries could turn and become a problem. Those that won't? I wish I could say that we bury them, but we don't...we... can't."

Turns out, they weren't brought away to get buried like many of these men deserved, they only needed to get them far enough away from the outpost to make sure they don't bring in even more hungry infected or rodents. With slight horror you witnessed the medics carry the dead further away from the outpost before throwing them off the roofs in the distance.

Volo would be at risk of turning due to his open wound, so at least he got set free of this world via cremation...no matter how primitive said act would be since they have to burn them all together on a pile.

Aiden waves his hands in front of your face to get your attention as you were basically fixated on what was happening all these roofs further away, "Don't i remember you once saying that people had to do what they had to do?" He asked slightly confused as he sees your grimace at the sight.

"Well maybe, but even then...what happened to proper burials for those that fought for everyone's safety..." Aiden shakes his head, pulling you away from the edge of the roof to pull your thoughts away as well, "A medic told me they would do so if they had the space for a graveyard, but they don't."

They told you the same, somewhat at least...

Not enough space. That's the problem and you knew that, it was the only logical reason after what you learned about the Peacekeepers. They weren't the kind to do this sort of thing and too loyal to their own men to let something like this become normal without a good reason. It's then that you see the medics and soldiers that threw them of the roof kneeling down on one knee, to give their fallen partners and likely friends as well their last honor, no matter the circumstances.

You will make sure they get the space to properly bury future fallen men, that men and woman like Volo get the final rest they deserve after they finally departed from this cruel world.

"I will change this. Seneux will." With now even another reason to make sure the contract was made correctly, you leave the outpost with Aiden and Aitor to let it get repaired by the traders that managed to escape before anything worse happened.

You would've liked to help, scrub away the guts you left in your rage, the blood everyone spilled tonight. But you felt your own weakness creeping up your muscles and nerves.

"Commander Jack? This is Casey." You have to inform Jack Matt of the events that took place.

You listen for his response, hearing him respond, "Casey? Is everything alright at the attacked outpost?"

"Your men and i just managed to deter the Renegade attack." You reply sharply, waving out the last medics after making sure they didn't forget anyone, "Medical assistance is coming back with injured, ten light, five heavy...four dead, two needing to get burned." You count the men, nodding to yourself as you made sure you weren't telling false information.

"Very well, thank you for reacting that quickly along with the others. I will make sure to give all men and women that fought for the outpost today my genuine thanks and deserved compansation, we will also have some time for honoring the fallen. And please, come to my office tomorrow morning, 8 AM sharp."

You tell him that you'll be there and say your goodbyes to the PK leader for tonight, shutting off your radio on your side before catching up with Aitor, Brooks, Hepper and Aiden at the next roof, hearing them talking about something you didn't quite catch until you got closer.

"... whatever is going on with these fucking maniacs, we need to take care of them ASAP..." you hear Aitor curse, sitting down at a broken down vent to rest yourself a bit while simply listening in on their heated discussion. At least Aitor talked with Aiden again after you told him that your tried to include him again in your "life", if you could call it that.

"Got no smart ideas, plans... anything snarky?" Hepper suddenly asks, hearing the question, you're sure he means you and you just shrug your shoulders, "I feel pretty exhausted, nothing smart left up there..." You return tiredly, pointing up to your head so he knew what you meant as you let yourself fall backwards onto the vent's metal bars, groaning in pain at the cold bars hitting directly you into your sore back, too tired to change your position now though.

"I sometimes forget that you fall right over like a card house after longer fights, you good up there??" Aiden asks — you hearing the slight smile in his words — smacking his hand onto your lower leg to get some kind of answer or reaction from you, "Uh...just...just don't worry, i will think about something for them...just not now..."

It's always the same, if you don't take a break and keep fighting while your adrenaline still lets it happen, you won't feel the exhaustion during the fight, for hours even. But as soon as the air calms down and with that your blood as well, it hits you like a bloody brick in the face. That's why you became very used to keeping yourself busy, hoping that someday this chronic exhaustion afterwards would disappear with more "training".

Maybe it was a side effect you got from all the testing as a child? The way your body worked couldn't be normal after all.

At one point you can heat up yourself in thunderous rage and on the other you feel like your bones become brittle and your muscles feel torn after generally every big fight, whether you became enraged or not.

The only way you could regain your stamina quickly without much of a break was by eating the right food or nutrients. Mostly food and drinks that gave a lot of quick energy, where it didn't even matter to your system if it was good energy or bad one, bananas, sweets with dextrose, Energy Drinks, black coffee, Black tea and far more...

Your clear favorites among the choices were Black tea and Energy Drinks though. Sadly nothing of the possible choices was really common around Villedor, so you often had to deal with these weak phases.

"If you need my help, tell me, alright?" Your boyfriend lets you know with a surprisingly gentle tone — at least surprising for Brooks and Hepper — as he stood next to the vent to look at you with some worried eyes, his height giving him a good view onto your red face, breath heavy and fast, "You got these little white cubes with you? Those that i gave to you yesterday?" You in turn ask, not ashamed to actually take his help anymore, knowing he would never let you look weak if he could help it.

You hear him look through his pockets on his pants, stretching out your palm for him to put it onto afterwards. Feeling the need to weakly smile as he starts cursing under his breath as he couldn't find it first try, you simply stare up into the clear night sky. Just an hour or so ago, it was the last thing you looked at with your trader friend. At least it was something peaceful...

"Here. Though you didn't tell me what it is, it's nothing dangerous...right?" Aitor places the small cube into your previously outstretched hand, seeing you slowly take it in front of your face to see what you're doing while unwrapping it. "It's pure dextrose cubes. I began buying them from trading acts with Germany after i found out that they help me with my sudden weakness after fights."

With a quick flick of your wrist, it falls into your mouth and you begin to let it melt, grimacing at the odd flavor it always had. Not as good as the commercial fitness products that once existed but it's far more concentrated and effective as well.

While it would give anyone else or you while in your normal condition a extreme case of a "sugar rush", terribly high blood sugar and jittering (like after a liter of espresso), It was just right for you when down on the ground.

"Give me a moment...", Sitting up again, you feel just how sore your muscles are, quickly deciding against stretching and instead jumped back off the vent. You would have to talk with Jack tomorrow morning and you couldn't possibly act like you're 80 years old during that talk.

While you take a short walk across the roof's edges, the men continued talking about plans to get the Renegades to back off. Occasionally you butt in with reasons on why x or y wouldn't work because of other problems. But once you all could make sure the Outpost wasn't going to be ambushed again tonight, you pack up to get some rest.

Brooks, Hepper, Aitor and you went back to the ship to sleep, Aiden parted ways with you four on half the way to check something out on his own after he saw the handmade bombs you took off some of the Renegades, saying that he needed to make sure of something...

And this was how almost every day now ended. With exhausted men and no further ideas on how to stop this Madness. You could only hope that's what Jack needs to talk with you about...

Later, you're lying in Aitor's bed, his temporary one on the ship, shivering at how fucking windy and cold it got on the freighter. But you didn't even have to mention it, him joining you on the squeaky bed and already going in to pull you onto his now naked but very warm chest after he cleaned himself up a bit, wrapping his strong arms around your small, currently relatively weak form. Pulling a blanket over your two bodies, he grumbles, now himself exhausted as well, "I got you, I'll warm you up...don't you worry, my little, but very tough, girl. Just sleep tight, i will keep you safe." He whispers, drawing rough shapes of whatever was on his mind on your back with his big hands. He, no matter how much of a brute he was usually, had the most soothing effect on you and soon you had been off to a dreamless sleep.

If nothing was right anymore, you could be sure he was at your side, ready to make everything right once again.

He is everything you ever desired in life.

Someone at your side. Ready for what ever came...

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[simpingwriter]

SadNews™:

I'm stuck working on the current Oneshot (maybe i can post it tomorrow afternoon?? [EU TIMEZONE, learn it you fuckers.] Comment if you want it, no spoilers for the plot though...) and my brain needs an outlet for my thoughts anyways. So what better way than with some trivial facts about Casey and the story that revolves around her addition to the game (or call it an "AU", but not with me in the same room, thanks.)

Ideas, thoughts and whatever else floating around in my brain about Dying Light 2 and the stories:

First of all, you can bet your asses that the Survivors want her dead the moment they find out she's "kissing the ass of one of the Pigkeeper's lieutenant" and literally any encounter she has with any of them ends with Casey eventually just sliding out of the trouble via a dark/shady alley nearby or so by using their usual chaos during their attacks to her favor.

She isn't there to erase them off the face of earth, sure she COULD, but Villedor needs people to rebuild. Peacekeepers alone to lead the people isn't enough. Though technically Villedor could become a "safe haven" for wandering survivors from the outside, or maybe a meeting hub for Pilgrims across France? So TECHNICALLY you...or Villedor in that case, didn't NEED the Survivors. Rebuilding will be done partially by Seneux's help as well anyways.

Casey just watches people from somewhere high up doing her free time, being like *sips from Water Bottle* "Interesting." for her own personal collection of knowledge and information on for example how the Survivors fight or with what kind of weakness she has to help the Peacekeepers (like parkour, you ground-bound fucking blue jays...)

Casey is smart but dense if it's about love...She never felt a need for it beforehand and never actually felt it.

Then Aitor comes waltzing into the bloody room and her brain is like "Yes. This one."

And Aitor looked at her and was like "Oh. Hi...why are you cute? Why is a little cutie HERE?? In this literal shit hole??

She has never emotionally recovered from this and now is stuck loving a himbo dilf that is also actually smart but just as dense. In the general sense of things, not love.

Seneux is a region, now at least, i seem to have had a typo in the first second chapters i believe? It was once "just" a capital. But it fell apart a slight bit during the end of the Fall and relatively quickly pulled itself back together, size and civil wise, while also grabbing off some former parts of Bordeaux with time. (And it's still growing...and growing. Maybe a bit too much?)

I have no clue what Aitor's kids names are in-game, do they get revealed at some point by Aitor?, i just decided on Emily and Jake because Aitor looks the kind of dad to me who wanted these names and had a literal hissy fit about it with his (Ex-)Wife.

Also a probability: On his wiki page, his kids aren't listed as his Family... (Or even mentioned?? Is Fandom sleeping on the characters details orrrr??) So maybe, I'm not going with it in the stories, but maybe they aren't biologically his kids. Maybe Patricia brought them into the relationship?

Which would make the fact that Emily and Jake kinda fucking love Casey a really sad thing... imagine your biological mom being so fucking heartless towards your step-dad, who you learn to love like a real dad, that you side with the woman your step dad started dating because she's kinder and saved your asses from a definitely uncomfortable death by being eaten alive.

Casey's strengths are high agility and combat strength. Her weaknesses are that she might accidentally jump right into an enemy because of her said jumpiness and "low" stamina (only during a fight, freerunning/Parkour are a whole different story) and she's mediocre at defending herself, often forgetting she isn't invincible, no matter if "angry" or fighting normally.

Casey at this point hasn't been infected, like most of Seneux, due to obvious reasons (Not heavily affected of the Fall) and seems to haven been bitten multiple times with no change to her condition.

Her moral alignment is definitely Chaotic Good, on bad days leaning towards Chaotic Neutral.

and last one for now: Aitor is a Dilf in the literal sense: A hot Dad we wanna fuck (and love, adore, hug, hold in our arms when he gets hurt...you get my point) badly.

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Sweet little hint for everyone who sat through this and read my brain's garbage: Next Aitor x Casey is 18+ 😜 (which is nothing good, I'm horrible at smut...i think.)

[simpingwriter]

#4 Aitor x Casey 'Tunnel View of Rage'

Ayup, contains Spoilers for the game, i warned y'all. Oh and small info: Aitor is 6'6 in my stories, Casey is a gremlin of 5ft on a good day, don't @ me.

Word Count: 4,763

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If there was one thing that equally amazed and scared the people at Villedor it was your reckless ways of moving around and fighting the infected. Amazed because your "strategy" made you an incredible "weapon" against anything above your average infected. The big bulky but slow ones? Done in few minutes.

They watch yourself fling yourself across it's domain, your high agility your biggest strength next to generally strong strikes. It all came from training targeted especially towards Infected and the Bandits located in the area the runners moved in. While every Security System Member in Seneux gets that kind of training until they got it down and there are really good fighters, you're one of the only ones in the current troops that was capable of using her learned techniques that well. Including the things you taught yourself while you were a solo runner.

But watching you just recklessly jump onto the back of a Demolisher or hold off a Volatile in risky situations were you and the group you're with had to run...it sends goosebumps down their backs. Some think you might be suicidal, that you're just waiting for an attack to fail.

And of course you slip up too, not even partially as rarely as you wanted it. Every once in a while you were thrown around, smacked into a brick wall or flung into a barbed wire fence. But you — usually — stood back up, spit away the blood collecting in your mouth if needed and went on. Every bruise you got only fueled your rage towards your attacker. To you, it always felt like something inside of you couldn't let you quit. Something darker, something more animalistic.

And now you were here. The GRE tunnel Hakon told you and Aiden about, shortly after he was found out as Lucas' killer. As much as you liked Hakon because he was good company, you would have to tell Aitor sooner or later. After all you still have that mission from the very beginning. While you scouted the area for any potential danger, except Waltz who was supposed to be here if you could still believe Hakon, Aiden ran into the danger himself, fighting some pretty weird infected.

It was quick and hit heavy but he killed it rather quickly. Not as efficient as he could've but who are you to judge, you were the one who watched from the roof of the truck nearby like it was a cheap movie after all.

Something like Popcorn would've been nice...

Hoping down to the ground as he powered the generator, you hear the gate behind you slowly getting opened. "Let's see what've got behind door number one. Of course. A big portion Pilgrim and a snack sized moron.", Of course, it could only be fucking Hepper. Next to him was Brooks, an unknown PK and the man you had only just seen this morning yet missed already dearly, Aitor.

"Don't call her a fucking moron, Hepper. Don't forget with whom she is." "With myself, apparently, because the bed was depressingly empty this morning."

Brooks immediately turns away with a 'oh shit' expression and Hepper laughing at your sassy remark while Aitor sighed, trying to find his words to deal with the woman he reeled in a few weeks ago, "If you would've waited five minutes...i... fucking damnit, it's like you got wasps in yours ass sometimes!" It was a grumpy complain mixed with annoyance but he regrets his choice of words once yours leave your mouth afterwards.

"Not wasps. Your cum." "Oh my fucking god, shut up, Casey. Waltz is STILL in the tunnel somewhere, all of you concentrate!" Aiden interrupts with disgust on his face. Everyone does eventually calm down, talking about what was going on with the tunnel.

Until the power went out. This douchebag...he ripped out a cable, didn't he?

The gate, now that the power is gone again, began shutting on itself quickly, Aiden and the guards trying their best to stop it. But the gate was — slightly obvious — much heavier than what the guys could hold up. The PK beat against the gate shortly, Aitor hushing them in their temper tantrums. "We need to get the power back on, otherwise you two won't be able to pass through, there should be a Utility room nearby though."

Aiden nods at that, choosing to stay silent when he turns around to look for said Utility Room until he realizes his feet are the only ones he heard walking, "Casey, you comin' ?" "I'll stay here and keep an eye out for Waltz with the rest. Or is a simple utility room too big of a trouble that you need my help?" you shoot back with a teasing grin, a groan coming from Aiden as he waves you off and continues walking.

You knew you annoyed that poor pilgrim just too much some days, but you also knew he loved you for yourself. It pained you when you had to turn him down. Hadn't you met Aitor, it may have turned out differently, but he was no challenger for Aitor in your eyes.

The silence following that was pressuring almost, no one having anything smart or useful to say, kicking at dirt with their boots. That was until the guards seemed to find some childish interest in the odd vehicles and the truck— the one you sat on earlier to watch Aiden fight — and Aitor used the chance of being "alone" to wrap his strong arms around you from behind, "Don't you ever slip away from my bed again like that or i might have to punish my little girl..." He whispers into you ear once he leaned down to your height, his hot breath giving you a positive shiver down your back and a shakey moan from your throat as his teeth grazed said ear.

Even in such a situation, he managed to change his military like attitude into his teasing manner, doing everything to catch you off guard for his enjoyment, and it always manages to let a boyish smirk appear on him. You place your right hand on the side of his face, fresh stubble slightly poking you as your caress it with an ever growing blush, "You should be careful, it was you who said we can't be too public in front of the guards..." "Who blatantly admitted cum in their ass minutes ago?" "It's in a different spot." "And you think that changes something—"

Your little conversation was interrupted by one of the guards shouting. He was here, you knew it! "It's Waltz, get him!" Aitor was back in his professional phase, running to were his mens voices came from and you running close behind him to help if needed.

Seeing the stranger who got called Waltz...on the inside you remembered something.

Like he was connected to what made you feel so weird and almost uncontrollably strong while in rage during a fight. Did you know this man? Aitor's men circle him, forcing him to get down onto his knees and to raise his hands above his head. Aiden must've heard the commotion over Radio, so he should be here soon as well. You remember what he had told you about Waltz and swallowed for a moment...were you a kid of the GRE tests as well? But you didn't have the same scars as Aiden had, so you couldn't be, right?

Nor did you have his kind of nightmares. You had your own weird ones, foggy, unrecallable whenever you wake up. Whenever you wake up sweat drenched next to a worried Aitor asking you what was wrong, what your nightmares were about, what was that horrible that they scared you — a runner who saw all kinds of bizarre horrors before and never relived them in her sleep — that badly they could maybe be categorized as night terrors as well, minus the violent sleepwalking they can come along with, you couldn't recall what the reason was, feeling incredibly stupid for something that apparently didn't happen for you, because...well...you don't remember except the immense terror running through your body at the point of waking up.

Aitor pulls you behind him suddenly, giving you a worried side look. You're trembling. You never trembled in front of others.

He wants to protect you, he might be thinking down the same path as you were, if a bit different maybe but still similar, "Stay behind me. Please." He begs you, squeezing one of your hands affectionately with a hand he kept behind himself while making sure Waltz didn't try anything funny. Deep down you felt like this was useless, like you knew something was off, but unable to pin point it to something explainable, you keep it to yourself. But still, you stand ready to act on an instant if something goes bad.

Then Aiden finally arrives and Aitor began his questioning. It was as easy as pie to get it out of Waltz that he's the reason for the former commander's death but the fishy feeling didn't go away afterwards. It became interesting though once he saw you and Aiden fully, a smirk lining his awfully veiny face. Why was his body full of these black veins? You have never seen such a skin symptom on an infected, so it's hard to say if that's even the case or if it's something else happening inside of him. Aitor went and told Hepper to cuff him for the murder on Lucas' and to put him on trial, yet Waltz simply dismissed them without a care in the world.

"Good that you two joined the meeting as well, i have been waiting for you...", unstopped, he stands back up, slowly making his way towards Aiden and somewhat near you if Aitor wouldn't be blocking him by nudging you back behind him while following Waltz's steps. Aiden had planned this, if Waltz wanted the key, he would look for it first on him, that's why he gave it to you before you entered the tunnel. It was hidden on the inside of your armor.

"Now give me the key...girl, or you will all die."

Girl? Fuck. Did he? Did he know??

"She doesn't have the key, i have it, i wouldn't trust her with such important things as far as I could throw her, too unstable, like a time bomb without a counter.", Good try on a safe but ouch?

"And you think i believe that? I had my eyes on you two. You trust each other, you work together like you know each other since years even though it has been weeks." He turns away slightly from Aiden, looking now right at you, ignoring Aitor's presence to the fullest, like he wasn't there. "At this rate, i am honestly quite surprised that she's fucking the old man instead of you!". Old man? Did he just call Aitor an old man!? Well aware that he was only trying to get you out of your currently calm mood, but bubbling with anger at the audacity of this man, you try getting past Aitor.

You weren't pissed enough just yet to just dodge his Arm when he held you in your place behind him, huffing in anger as he tries to cool you down. But Waltz wasn't done, no, he actually began talking again, digging the knife deeper...

"Getting her insides pounded out by a soon to be fossil while you're silent but begging to be loved by her. Your lives are so easy to see through if you know the right people!"

This was enough.

"Shut up!" You shout, using some bigger rubble behind Aitor to leap over him entirely, punching Waltz in the jaw before landing back on your feet. Was he even fazed? He cracks his neck a bit, looking down to your height. If your weren't as strong as you usually were, his height would scare you immensely. Like any man you knew, basically. "Cute try. But let me show you how it really works!" For a split second you awaited him to punch you back, but he turns to Hepper who now also tried punching him, resulting in the same effect yours had.

Nothing.

"Hepper!" Both you and Aitor shout but it was too late, you saw it in Waltz's change of posture. And in shortest amount of time, he knocked out Brooks, Hepper and the other guard.

Like an animal. Like you when you get mad.

Something was alike in you two and it scared you. Out of the corner of your vision you see Aitor running up with his knifes, ready to fight him for hurting his men, taking the position for a shoulder charge to hopefully knock Waltz over, but as much as you believe in him, he wouldn't get far, you know it. It was instinct. "AITOR NO!"

Shouting his name, you run as well, almost past him in fact to shove him away, but Waltz used your worry for Aitor without shame and once you got close enough along with him, he kicked from Aitor's side. With no time to react, his body flew into you, ripping both of you to the floor.

You bounced your head on the concrete, slowly losing your grip on reality as you hear and see Waltz coming closer. Aiden groaned somewhere behind you, knocked down as well by Waltz's animalistic Power. "You're going to pay for that...", Aiden pushes out with his last consciousness before going silent.

"Aitor...?" You wince under him, feeling yourself drift away from reality, tears wanting to leak as you see him not moving and with your current condition you were in no shape to be able to see if he was still breathing after he got hit like that in the stomach and ribs, "Oh god, please...no..."

Then it went dark for you...

"I got two dead ones over here!", You slowly felt yourself regaining some consciousness, drowsiness keeping you from remembering immediately what happened. Or maybe it was the booming headache you had as soon as you woke up. You are on hard cement, your armor keeping off minimal amounts of the cold it gave off. When you can't move, you look away from the roof you had been up at and on top of you. It was Aitor!

"Shit, i remember..." You whisper, also remembering the unfamiliar voices a bit further away from you. Carefully you roll Aitor off from yourself, cautious to not alert the strangers. They wore white masks, so it could only be one group. The Renegades, who worked for Waltz.

While you laid Aitor down in a more safe or comfortable position, you hear Aiden stand up. Thank God he was awake again as well, you didn't feel like in the right mind to fight them now on your own. Not weak, mind that, you felt...angry. Too angry so you felt like you shouldn't.

What he did to him, he will pay. And before he can pay, anyone affiliated WITH him will pay with the same rage. If Aitor doesn't survive this attack, it won't be in vain.

One could say you only got this bloodthirsty for revenge when you met him because the emotion of 'love' was something foreign to you until then and the pain of possibly losing him awoke this anger inside of you. But this kind of revenge was also acted out when your immediate friends and colleagues in Seneux got hurt. You didn't rest until everything was paid that was due. The feeling that made you somewhere similar to Waltz was the reason for this heightened sense of justice for those that are important to you.

"I won't let him get away, i promise, Aitor, i promise..." You whisper before leaving him on the floor, your backpack used as a head rest to make sure that any possible head injury doesn't get infected on the grimy, wet cement floor. And because you planned on not leaving him here to fend for himself once he hopefully wakes up.

Maybe you'll find a radio, then you can contact the PK Base about the attack, that way they can take him and his men back to the Base for medical attention.

If not, well... you're either waiting until he's up himself or you have to carry him. Which will be a pain in the ass, this man was heavy, proof being you being almost squashed underneath him. That's probably why he was afraid of losing strength in his arms after sex. He would make you a cream stuffed pancake.

"Look at that, of course the two people that Waltz needed dead are still alive and kicking..." "Hey...wait a moment.", while one of the Renegades went off on something, another looked more scared the very second he looked at both you and Aiden. Wait...both of you?

Your gaze goes to where Aiden stood. He was growling and it almost seems like he was in pain...wait...the infection, WAS THE INFECTION SPREADING IN HIM RIGHT NOW??

Cursing at that, you think about a way to stop it. But before that happened, he ran at them.

Guess you should use that opportunity while it was possible. Using the side of the vehicle next to you, you jump at the two at the far left, using your nails to scratch them open.

No wait a moment. Nails? You don't have long... oh fuck, you have fucking claws!

You couldn't be shocked for long, having to dodge two bats at once, ripping one away from the renegade next to you to use it on himself, beating his head into a bloody pulp with one clean hit before breaking it to have a spiky, splintered end to skewer the other one through his unprotected stomach. The smell of the blood was intoxicating, riling you up to continue until none of them were left, you felt light as air, your feet carrying you quicker than usually. All until your blood was no longer boiling.

Aiden's rage was nothing against what you felt, ripping through your enemy with precision as you let it control you, a haze and fog blocking your ability to make rational decisions. Before you knew it, you sank your teeth into one of them, ripping away his throat. It tasted awful, so you spit it out. The warm blood coated your lower face, a scowl plastered on it as you watch Aiden take care of the rest. With no threat nearby anymore, your monstrous adrenaline left you and you felt weak in mere seconds.

Before you're able to hit the ground, legs not wanting to carry your suddenly returning weight right now, Aiden — now also back to himself — had caught you, stabilizing you till you managed it yourself, holding his own head in pain.

"What...just happened?! W-what ARE we!?" He yells confused, taking a seat on the ground to collect his bearings while you simply decided to shake off the headache and confusion for now. You had a bigger priority.

Searching the corpses of the Renegades, you find a few valuables but also two radios, you place one next to your confused partner, telling him it's for finding Waltz's location, nevermind if he even listened to you at that moment. You pocket the other one in case you get split off from Aiden.

You leave him on his own accord for a few minutes to take the radio from Hepper's chest pocket to contact the Base. Telling them the facts and hearing them say they'll get him and whowever was still alive, it finally gave you some space for a breather, sliding down next to Aitor's unconscious but breathing body.

Still weak from your aggressive outburst of rage, you try to rest your eyes for a few minutes. Until you hear footsteps again. Ready to fight if needed, you take one of Aitor's knives that got scattered close by once he got kicked down with you. But fortunately it was just Aiden. In all honesty: You didn't know if you actually still got the energy for a bigger fight if you had to.

Whatever this was that got you this strong also drained you of all your usually high energy, leaving you rather vulnerable. In exchange, Aiden didn't look any different from before, he didn't look as tired as you...

"Are you okay? Do you understand what just happened?" He asks quietly, watching you let the dagger fall to the ground limply as soon as you were sure it was him and nobody or nothing else, slumping back down. "Ask me something easier, i just know that i feel like I just ran my way from Seneux to Villedor without a real break. I'm so tired...Aiden...how are you not that exhausted?"

He kicks at some small rubble in his feet's way, breathing out heavily, "God, if I knew...but you fought different than me. I...felt strong, but still in control, you...you lost all of your usual direction for some moments, growled and bit them. Even in my rage, it kind of scared me... that's why I'm asking...are you alright?"

Listening to what he had to say gives you goosebumps, you scared even him? He looked just as dangerous as you from what you remember from your outburst, but that might've been distorted by whatever took hold of you. On his question of if you're alright, you're only capable of nodding. "Can you help me up?" you ask instead in return. After you made sure Aitor was still with you, you had to make sure the others are good too.

The Renegades said something about two dead ones but you wanted to hope that they are stupid and incapable of finding a pulse at that moment. The PK did wear some quite thick armor after all, it would be a challenge to find a pulse under all that fabric if one didn't know it any better. You first went to the PK that you'd didn't know personally. Pulling his left sleeves up a bit, you press your pointer and index to his wrist. A Pulse, definitely. He was just out like a light. A brutally beaten up light.

"He is good, probably a few broken bones and some bruises. But he's got a pulse..." you tiredly told Aiden behind you, telling him to pull him over to the gate so they could put him on whatever transport they used more quickly. Going to Hepper and Brooks, you check them both as well.

Brooks had also a good pulse, also most likely bruises and broke bones. Definitely a broken nose, from the looks of it.

But Hepper looked rough, his pulse is there but it's weaker than the rest. If the PK takes too long, he might be a lost cause. "Hepper looks bad, his jaw is dislocated and i believe that the general throat area might be badly injured. If they don't get here quick he is a sure goner..."

Aiden nods, and gets next to you to position his body in a way his neck and throat are least pressured, then went to carry Brooks over to the other guard, Aiden doing most of the heavy work at the moment as you weren't able to carry anybody at the moment, it was a wonder you could carry your own weight right now.

"How do you know so much about this kinda stuff? Does Security training in Seneux include medical emergencies as well?" He asks out of curiosity after placing Brooks next to his colleague, making sure to not put any unneeded stress on any possible fracture, listening to your instructions to the inch.

"No, not as detailed as I went myself, some we do get taught, for sure, but i once found some medical books in the libraries of our town during free time and borrowed it for a few weeks to learn a few things about injuries, especially those that i knew happened more often with my kind of people." When Brooks has been placed down carefully, you go back to Aitor to carry him over as well.

"So you want to tell me Seneux still has functioning Libraries? With the whole former system of it and all?". If that was the most interesting thing he took out of that, that was fine with you but it made you laugh a bit, in Seneux it was just as ignored as in the past since Phones and Laptops are also still a thing thanks to the Network. "I think i need your help with Aitor, he's the tallest of them. Don't worry, it's just to balance his weight a bit, it's like carrying a log with extra length..."

You nod and slowly crouch down, eyes widening when you almost crash forward unstopped until you use your hands to push yourself back up into a stable position, feeling just a bit sick now as well to the overly tired muscles you call your own. Getting a grip on yourself, you shake your head to clear up the fogginess before going to take Aitor's feet while Aiden began lifting his upper body over his shoulder.

"My god, why's he so heavy, he doesn't even look that way!" He complains half way, placing the man's left arm back up when it slipped off his stomach, limp as he was.

"Maybe it's the armor, usually he isn't that heavy..." You return with a little lie, making your way after him slowly, keeping one leg on either side of your shoulders. Aitor was definitely packed, most likely in a "Medium" area if you only talk about the appearance of his body type when he wore his usual clothes, without them, oh boi. You also knew that muscle mass and fat mass had different density. A pound of fat was way more than a pound of muscle. And by god: he had muscles.

"Muscle mass weights more than fat, for your information. Alot of weight isn't always bad, it doesn't have to be fat that makes one heavy." You also go to tell him aloud instead of just freshing up your own memory.

Once at the gate, you lay him down gently. Done with that, you return to Hepper, thinking about a way to transport him carefully as well. He had to be the first to be looked at, definitely.

In the end all four had their own painful injuries. But from your knowledge, the throat injury on Hepper could lead to something lethal the quickest.

"We need to find some wide plank or similar..." You mumble to yourself, trudging along the wall nearest to you to keep your balance but a noise at the gate stops you momentarily. The PK finally arrived, immediately hoping off to load the injured into the truck. How they managed to steer a truck through the hordes is a huge mystery to you, but you could definitely care less since it was exactly what you needed now.

"Get him first, Hepper was hit badly, lethal throat injury if we don't get him treated quickly." You yell with your own voice growing weaker from not being able to sit down the whole time to regain some stamina. Nodding, the Guards came jogging over with something resembling a stretcher of some sort, just handmade with whatever you could find across Villedor. That's what you could've needed beforehand but that's just you complaining at the moment.

"Casey?" "Yeah...?" "I know you would want to stay behind to make sure Aitor will be alright, but we cannot waste anymore time here, if we don't go now, we might lose Waltz's track entirely."

He was right but at the same time it felt wrong to just leave them behind in general, "He will know what you did for him and the rest of our men, i can promise you that, but Aiden is right, if you want to help him more now, you have to stop Waltz. We got this here, they'll be alright." One of the guards has you know, patting your shoulder just a bit to hard for the current condition you are still in, but you don't tell him that to keep them from worrying.

"Okay...but tell me immediately once he's awake again."

You do not waste anymore time, going after Aiden who took your backpack with him so you didn't have to carry that weight as well for now, cursing your exhaustion because you couldn't climb as far and as fast right now.

No matter what it takes. No matter how much you had to sacrifice of your energy...you will take Waltz down.

He won't get away...not again.

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Addendum: my eyes hurt now :'(

Wish I had an Aitor to myself rn, damn.

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BE HONEST Y'ALL! WOULD ANYONE BE INTERESTED IN READING A DYING LIGHT FANFIC? (Aitor x OC) LET ME KNOW! ❤️

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Main Masterlist

(You can tip now...but tbh...you probably shouldn't enable my procrastination with money. Only Chaotic Neutrals do that shit...) sincerely, a chaotic neutral-

'In the Name of Love' – Masterlist

(Cal Kestis x Kyra Yarmot)

'All you need is a bit of Faith' – Masterlist

(Jerome Valeska x Faith Wayne/Phoenix)

First Season General Fanfic:

#1 Dream x Kate (YouTube OC) 'Where you belong and where you don't.'

#2 Dream x Kate (18+) Valentine's Day Special 'You know he loves you because...'

#3 Aitor x Casey (Dying Light OC) 'Warm Welcome'

#4 Aitor x Casey 'Tunnel View of Rage'

#5 Aitor x Casey 'The Leaves of Betrayal and Trust'

#6 Aitor x Casey 'One of a kind, your burden to carry'

#7 Aitor x Casey 'Bred on a makeshift bed' (18+)

#8 Aitor x Casey 'Bloodshed under a starry night sky'

#9 Aitor x Casey 'Whatever it takes'

#10 Aitor x Casey 'Your big and strong Protector' (18+)

Second season General Fanfic:

#11 Aitor x Casey 'Off to new Adventures' pt.1

#12 Shota Aizawa x Nakano Kaneko (MHA OC) 'Sunglasses off...'

#13 Shota Aizawa x Nakano 'the offer'

#14 Nathan Prescott x Kathryn (LiS OC) 'Two dipshits and Bacon'

#15 Queen B Ford x Leah Kilton 'Blood Loss' pt.1

#16 Cameron Monaghan x Bailey Baumbach

#17

#18

#19

#20

Also:

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