#robbie reyes fic

[itsmoonchik]

Robbie Reyes as textposts

[wazzappp]

I drew. a lot for this. Also heads up for non RE mutuals this is going to be. confusing for you. I'm going to do my best to annotate and provide context but you are in for a wild ride.

Anyway long ass lore post for how Lisa and Robbie go from fighting to working together in this AU.

In the RE8 cannon all of the Dimitrescu daughters are made at the same time but for the sake of ✨the situations✨ I am going to change that. Lisa lived the longest as a human before being assimilated into the mold with a Cadou (infecting extension of the Megamycite). Technically her 'sisters' are older than her, as they were assimilated a while ago. Lisa has been a member of house Dimitrescu for about 2 years now. This puts her in this. Weird middle child zone. She wants to make her 'family' proud but she's also aware that what makes them proud isn't really the most achievable thing in the world (expecially with Bela to contend with. Older sibling overachiever to the maximum). She's got a certain degree of distance from them and sometimes wonders if she wasn't better off before all of this. Her memories are fuzzy but still there for the most part. She cant remember faces or names but she remembers feelings and situations. She doesen't remember families being like this (she wants OUT).

Chasing prey brought in is fairly standard for her. It's some of the only entertainment she gets. So when she catches Robbie exploring around the castle she has no idea that he's special in any way. He's just some new guy she gets to mess with before eating and DAMN he's FUN. If she didn't know any better she could almost think that he has experience being chased around (he does. he very much so does. all of RE7's worth). What she ALSO doesn't know is that Mother Miranda (big bad. Different from Lady Dimitrescu, who she refers to as 'mother') is planning on using Gabe (who is replacing baby Rose in this) to try and resurrect her dead kid with a 'perfect vessel' and this requires. uh. disassembly (in the base RE8 gameplay the reason Ethan goes to each house is because uhhhhhhhh his infant daughter has been dismembered and stored in jars and he needs to collect them so he can put her back together.... yeah). Robbie intervenes before this can get going and is instead going house to house because if he wants to get out of this stupid fuckass villiage he needs to collect the key components to unlock the gate keeping him in here (i need him to have a reason. to kill everyone. its important to me ok).

When Lisa finds out this random, but fun guy, she's been chasing who she thought was JUST SOME NORMAL GUY killed one of her sisters she mentally goes 'Oh. OH. THERES A CHANCE FOR ME TO GET OUT OF HERE'. That in conjunction with discovering Mother Miranda is planning on FULLY DISMEMBERING A CHILD she uh. Makes some decisions.

What you have to understand about her plans of matricide is that neither Lady Dimitrescu or her sisters can actually really fully die. Sure, their bodies are gone, but their consciousness is stored in the hive mind and they can reform later after gathering their strength. If she has to put her kinda shitty found family in time out for the sake of getting herself out of here + keeping her newly revived conscience clean she's absolutely going to do it.

(fuckin. backgrounds. dialogue. fuck. why can things not just take place inside of the void. DUKE MY BELOVED WE LOVE AND RESPECT DUKE IN THIS HOUSE HES A REAL ONE fuck now I got it in my head that he keeps trying to play matchmaker for them and i need to. go draw that because its too funny not to.)

Lisas plan involves this lab I had her mention in the comic above. It's where Robbie needs to go to synthesize more poison for the dagger of deaths flowers, and SUPPOSEDLY where a medicine that might allow her to go outside again might be (enemies of Lisas type become SIGNIFICANTLY weaker in the cold. She could try to bundle up but its still really not a good idea). She would love to go there herself, but it's in an area of the castle thats exposed to the cold of the outdoors.

The Two of them make a fairly decent team and Lisa finds herself having a LOT more fun hunting with someone else than she does on her own. They balance each other out pretty well; Robbie works primarily with guns so he can watch Lisas back while she's up close wrecking any grunts they run into. It's also pretty helpful having someone who can turn into a swarm of flies for puzzle solving purposes.

After all this Robbies trust for her increases SIGNIFICANTLY. He's still not really sure about her, but she's moved out of the 'active threat' classification into the 'kinda helpful' zone.

Lisa's plan has three ways it could go:

They all fail miserably and get sent to mental and physical time out in the megamycite.

They win and get to go free but either the medicine isn't there or it doesen't work. In which case she's just planning on getting as many coats as possible and Try-or-Die-ing it.

The medicine is there and she actually gets to roam free

Luckily for her, the medicine IS there, it DOES work, and Robbies sense of honor / noticing her usefulness (its hard to wage a one man war on an entire community of mutants ok you cant blame him for appreciating having some ACTUAL HELP for once) all align for the best possible scenario.

The cold does still affect her; her healing isn't as quick as it usually is and her increased strength / speed is a bit reduced, but she can go!! outside!!

She decided to stick with Robbie in getting out of the village as a whole. She doesen't really know what the world outside is like but anything has to be better than here (plus if she stays here she's probably getting shoved into the Megamycite by Mother Miranda PERMENANTLY and that just. wont do).

Also yes Lisa being with Robbie for the rest of his adventures means that she is there for Heisenbergs 'proposal'. She uh. Does not like that much.

this all made. more sense in my head I hope it at least makes a little sense out loud.

[legends-of-apex]

Gashes To Gashes | Robbie Reyes x Reader

Rating: T (for non-sexual intimacy, undressing, mentions of injury, tooth rotting fluff, mild spoilers for AoS S4)

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: Robbie comes home one night and finds you already asleep on the couch. He decides he can’t sleep without you and takes matters into his own hands. Reader is gender neutral, no use of y/n

A/N: I miss him so much okay 🤧 I know there’s not a big audience for him or anything but someone’s gotta feed the few that are here! Enjoy <3

When he found you sleeping on the couch, the clothes you were wearing that morning still draped over your form and crumpled, he knew you’d had a bad day. Usually you’d be changed into pyjamas or one of his shirts by now. Although it was well past midnight, you were usually still very much awake when he came through the front door. But here you were, fast asleep on the couch in your daytime clothes. It was an adorable sight.

Two empty plates cluttered the coffee table in front of you. He knew there would be a cellophane-covered plate for him sitting on the kitchen table too if he cared to look. But he couldn’t have cared less about food right now.

Robbie hadn’t been home yet that day. Instead he heeded the Rider’s demands and went out on the hunt from the moment he finished work. He shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the hook by the door next to yours and Gabe’s. As the jacket slipped from his tired shoulders, the stress of the day did too.

Now, finally, he was home.

In the darkness, he relied on the deeply embedded memory of the house's layout to stop himself from bumping into anything. So many night sneaking out from beneath his uncle’s nose as a teen had prepared him for this. He knew each floorboard that creaked, each piece of furniture he might stub his toe on. All of this too avoid rousing you or his little brother from slumber.

He risked waking Gabe just to make sure he was alright. He twisted the bedroom door handle and let it open just a crack, there he saw his baby brother content and sleeping soundly. Golden street light streamed through the blinds and illuminated his soft face and the floppy hair that rustled in the breeze of his sleeping breath. His wheelchair sat at the bedside, piled high with school books he must’ve cleared from his bed in a rush of sudden drowsiness. Content, he closed the door behind him with a soft click and then turned his attention back to you.

He was glad you hadn’t waited up. He didn’t want you losing sleep over him. But the position and clothes you were in had to be uncomfortable. You’d definitely wake up cold and with a sore neck if he just left you there draped over the couch cushions. That’s what he told himself to justify gathering you into his arms and carrying you through to bed. In reality, he just couldn’t sleep without you - without knowing you were there beside him and safe.

Your very presence was a comfort and an anchor to him and he knew he’d miss you too much to sleep, even if you were just in the next room. He would never forget just how cold the sheets felt after the first night you’d spent there in his bed all wrapped up in his arms. It wasn’t just the company of another that he adored but also the way you snuggled into him like a stray cat to a rug beneath a roaring fire. Your soft touches were fresh air to him. The next night he spent alone, his bed suddenly felt too big, too empty and so painfully cold. Since then, he’s never been able to sleep well without you and despised the thought of even having to try.

“Robbie?” You croaked, feeling that distinct, unmistakable warmth radiating from him and seeping into your skin. “You okay?”

You stirred just as he pushed the bedroom door open - awakened by the hinge’s unoiled creak. After bringing a curled fist to rub your eyes, it was impossible to distinguish his features in the darkness but you knew him by his demeanour and touch alone. No one else you’d ever met smelled so distinctly like ash and motor oil or moved like he carried the weight of a thousand struggles on his back. No one else felt like home the way that Robbie did to you.

“Yeah, baby, I’m alright… better now I’m with you. Are you alright?” He answered softly with a press of his lips to your forehead followed by the gentle scrape of the hair on his upper lip. When you made a sound of disgruntlement at his question, he faltered, “Long day?”

“Longest I’ve had in a while. Can’t believe I fell asleep before you got home.” Usually your worry kept you up more than anything else. No matter how many times he came home in one piece you always worried.

“Lemme kiss it better then we’ll get you back to sleep, huh?” He set you down on the mattress and you yawned as soon as your back knew the plush mattress below.

You hummed. “I should probably get out of these clothes first.”

“I can help with that.”

He started with your shirt. Each undone plastic button exposed a fresh inch of your skin to the cool night air as he went. He let his eyes close as his warm lips pressed against your bare shoulder, the base of your neck, then the centre of your chest. His lips were void of all except appreciation and care. You laughed quietly as he undressed you so gently. Usually Robbie shimmying off your trousers meant an entirely different ordeal to this. But tonight he was just trying to get you comfortable enough to be able to rest with him.

He barely bothered kicking off his own trousers before getting into bed, much more concerned with wrapping his hoodie around your shoulders when he felt your slight shiver. He lay down beside you and in the dark you reached for him immediately, to feel his warm skin on yours. His arm wound around your waist then curled up your back to press you close to him. You found his cheek and he leaned into that precious, treasured touch. Being home with your hands on him after a night letting the Rider take over was the best medicine he could ever ask for. He thought it was more than he deserved.

“Mmhmm. I missed you.” You threw your arms around his shoulders and hugged his head close to your chest.

“I missed you too.” He replied, enjoying your embrace for a moment. You tried to enjoy it too but as you swiped your thumb over his cheek you felt the unmistakable raised and bumpy ridge of a gash entrenched into his skin.

“What’s this?” You questioned.

“It’s nothing, baby. Let’s just get you back to sleep.” His hand covered yours, turning your palm to press a single chaste kiss to it.

He needed so desperately to calm your worries but he should’ve known that wouldn’t work. Tiredness radiated off him in droves; It thickened his voice and weighed down his limbs. He just wanted to let the mattress swallow him whole, to rest here with you forever, but you had to know he was alright.

“Robbie…” your voice held a tinge of warning.

He sighed, knowing you wouldn’t let it slide and he couldn’t blame you for that. If you came home with so much as a scratch on you he’d want names and addresses - and that was even before he was possessed by a spirit of vengeance. His stomach knotted at the memory of Quake only a few hours ago. How she’d all but begged him to kill her but the Rider didn’t seem to think she deserved to pay her penance just yet. “Some powered chick was snooping around Canello’s looking for the charger. We had a uh…disagreement, and she punched me in the face.”

You broke out of his grasp and flicked the bedside lamp on to get a better look. Harsh light flooded the room and you both winced at the sudden brightness but the irritation at the bright light was soon replaced with worry. “She did that? With one punch?” You asked, examining his battered cheek.

It was just a small gash with some bruising surrounding it. Nothing to worry about, really. But the fact that it had yet to heal was strange and more than a little concerning. Robbie bleeds just like anybody else but the blood he came home covered in wasn’t ever usually his own thanks to how quickly the demon heals him. That woman must’ve packed one hell of a punch. It was nothing like you’d ever seen him recovering from before. You had yet to see a scratch on him that wouldn’t fade within an hour until now.

“Yeah, she was strong. But vida, you should go back to sleep. It’s late. You don’t ever gotta worry about me.” He's whispering so as not to startle you any more, thumb running over your chin as he looks up at you with his deep, endless brown eyes that almost pleaded with you to believe him.

"I always worry about you,” you replied honestly. Because of course you did, how couldn’t you? He might have been invulnerable by any reasonable standard but you dreaded the day he encountered something that the Rider couldn’t heal. “Are you sure you don’t need anything?"

Robbie swallowed thickly and shook his head before telling you something that almost made your eyes water.

"Nah. Just you."

All he wanted was you here in his arms and in his bed. With the softness and desperation in his eyes, you believed him. You flicked off the bedside lamp and settled back down in his arms. He thumbed your hip and tugged you closer with a touch so soft for such well-worked hands. You all but melted into him, into his chest, into the faint smell of burn and blood, and the comfort that he brought.

You let your hand rest on his chest as you often did. It was a sweet habit of yours, one which Robbie loved. But tonight things were a little different. You slid your hand down the soft burgundy cotton of his shirt before letting your fingers dive beneath the hem and graze just above his belly button. Your palm splayed out, rising with each slow breath he took. He wasn’t sure what comfort you derived from touching him like that but the touch grounded him, brought him back to Earth again from wherever he was floating that night, untethered. He needed your skin on his as tree roots needed soil and sunlight. That touch made him feel human again, like maybe the weight he carried wasn’t so heavy after all.

Robbie Reyes tag list:

@icy-spicy

I’ve lost the rest of the tag list for him yall I’m so sorry 😭 Please let me know if you’d like to be added!!

[moosemonstrous]

🧡 SNUGGLY KISS!!! FLUFF!!! <33

THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SNIPPET

[redpool]

It's a crime how little fanfiction there is for Robbie Reyes.

[nerdieforpedro]

12/10/2023 - Weekend Update

Nerdie! Look at you staying on a schedule.

I know! Being half-way organized. It's kinda nice.

We'd never thought we'd see the day. So what's new?

I made some fic posts this week:

Sard'ika Sessions - Session Two (Din Djarin x plus size female reader)

Christmas List (Robbie Reyes x reader)

The Brave, The Bold, The Dirty - Fanfics that I adore (Volume 3)

A New Tradition with Frankie (Frankie Morales x GN reader)

We also spread positivity though everyone's ask boxes and exchanged lovely messages with each other and loved on each other.

Read anything this week?

I did. A large portion of it is in my Fanfic appreciation post volume 3 which the link is above. I also started a volume 4 because I love highlighting different author's works that I've enjoyed. 😀

I'm just going to pick my top three for the week:

Don't Drink the Punch by @wildemaven (Soft Dave and female reader. I'm a fan of soft Dave. He can be soft and sweet. He and the reader are married and they're at a work event. It's lovely.)

Exposed by @maggiemayhemnj (Ezra and female reader. Turns out this is her first fic. I was flabbergasted. The Imagery, word flow and cadence are all from someone who's pen name is one word, like Cher or Homer or Ms. PayDay.)

Insatiable by @pedge-page (Frankie Morales and female reader. Part three of their three part emotional sexual odyssey with Frankie and the female reader. There's big feelings and lots of smut abound. But there is a sweet end to it.)

What happened outside of fanfics this week?

I was sick most of the week. I ended up in the ED at work and was out for the week. Thankfully I'm on the mend and should be ready this upcoming week for work and beyond! I caught up on different FBI shows, watched Loki with my mom (she wonders if he's going to be at a convention - I'm hoping not so she won't bum rush the man,) and bought a book on flowers. I've also been starting back up on learning Spanish again.

What's coming up this week?

I'm working on another Robbie Reyes fic - likely to be a one shot but dark because the Rider is dark. Gabriel Luna had a birthday this past week, @musings-of-a-rose sent me all the pictures so this is where we are in life right now. All Luna’ed down and what not.

I'm gonna try for some more fluff, maybe with Dieter, Frankie or Benny. Not sure who. We'll see.

I could, possibly, be working on one of my other series that I started and dropped like a hot potato. Maybe they'll have new chapters. People were reading them, which was the weirdest thing.

Session Three of Sard'ika Sessions will be up on Wednesday. The Way is paved with Space Smut according to the Maker. 🫡 We'll be at the mid-point so we're in for a shift, but no worries. Session four, five and six took up a lot of pages in my notebook and it was all outlined with a lot of things. Maybe some more improper beskar use? Might need to touch base with The Armorer on that. 👀 Didn't know that was included in the ancient ways either.

Nerdie, don't be messing with The Creed like that.

To be fair, I did mention in Session one that there would be liberties taken with both The Creed and The Way so the latter sessions are where more of those liberties are taken. Maybe a lot, maybe a little. You'll have to read and see. Different Mandalorians see The Creed differently, why can’t I?

I am curious about what liberties my Space Sister @linzels-blog would make with The Creed. 🤔

Wait, why is it weird that people were reading your other series?

Since I haven't updated them for months, I didn't expect them to get any comments, then they did. It was very sweet and got me thinking, maybe I should finish that at some point, or at least add to it. I'm trying to focus on one at a time. Can't be crossing streams.

We get it, but that joke though? Could have done without that. Any last thoughts?

I need to work more on the pickled Peña project. Haven't finished that yet. Stay safe and hydrated. There are nasty bugs that are wreaking havoc on people's noses and sinuses. We’re very happy that @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin and @for-a-longlongtime have lived to tell their stories.

Also check your knives and watch your tips. I guess you can palm the tips or take them and do whatever as long as you're safe about it.

Nerdie, what are you talking about...? Do we want to know?

If you know, you know and if you don't, find some hot tips. 😘

Stay safe and don't get any in your eye,

Love Nerdie 💜

(escapes to a certain moodboard 🍆)

Nerdie! You can't just say that and leave! 😠

[avengerphobic]

the hell charger can go through other cars right? like it can turn idk ghost like right?

[purelyplatonicreader]

Luck- Robbie Reyes x disabled!reader (platonic)

Hey y’all! Wanted to write a fic with a chronic pain haver/mobility aid user because I can relate! Also, wow my Oliver Queen fic did better than expected. Anyway, I had an absolute seizure trying to format this so it’s not great but yipee I’m posting?

Reader is an ambulatory cane user- self-indulgent

WARNING: Contains graphic descriptions of violence

“Thank you again for helping me,” You said shyly, grabbing your backpack and shuffling through some assignments.

“No problem.” Gabe responded cheerily, moving his own work out. While Gabe was academically successful, you struggled quite a bit. It made school miserable but Gabriel Reyes, to you, was a godsend.

You’d been studying with him in school during breaks for the past few days, with finals week approaching, but today he offered you to come over. Timidly you obliged, knowing well that schoolwork was your top priority but Gabe’s friendship was an added bonus. The two of you began working on some assignments (ones you’d neglected to turn in throughout the past few weeks) and minutes turned to hours. Before you knew it, you’d been sitting there well into the evening, working away. You were about to start packing up your when, as if on cue, a knock sounded at the door.

“I can get it,” You offered, pushing yourself up.

Gabe looked mildly excited. “It’s probably my brother.” He responded.

You moved to the door, opening it. In front of you, covered in grease, was a young man, no more than 5 years your senior. He looked a lot like Gabe- similar narrow face and dark eyes. He looked at you, his face unreadable but it didn’t seem anything more than slightly confused (probably wondering why it wasn’t Gabe at the door looking back at him.)

“Robbie! Hey!” Gabe said, wheeling back from the table where the two of you had been working. You moved out of the way, dipping your head slightly as to acknowledge Robbie, and shut the door behind you. Before the man could open his mouth and ask, Gabe gave you an introduction.

“This is Y/N, (they’re/he’s/she’s) a friend from class.”

“Hello,” You said, with an awkward little wave.

“Isn’t it a bit late on a school night for you to have friends over?”

His comment wasn’t rude, but genuine.

“Oh, he’s helping me study for exams coming up. I lost track of time, I was just about to head out anyway, I didn’t mean to overstay my welcome.” You answered quickly, reaching your your bookbag and cane, both of which were slightly leaned against the table. Gabe made a point of clearing his stuff too.

“It wasn’t any trouble,” Gabe spoke, but you couldn’t really tell to whom. Robbie was taking off an interesting-looking leather jacket and hanging it off the counter.

“How’d you plan on getting home?” Robbie asked, turning his head over his shoulder as he scrubbed grease from his hands.

“Oh eh- Probably just walking.” You said. Something about him made you nervous- it was probably just a general fear of new people, but there was a certain intensity to him. He eyed the cane in your hand for a moment. You turned to Gabe, knowing it’d be easier to tell him and let Robbie hear you then to explain anything directly.

“It’s been nice, not having flare-ups the past few days. I’ve been waking a bit more.” You said with forced enthusiasm.

“It’s a little late for someone like you to be out walking alone.”

“It’s fine,” You tried, shifting your weight. “It’s only like… a mile-“

“It’s not smart,” he said flatly. “Catching a bus would be better, but the routes are closed at this hour.”

“I guess that narrows my options down to walking anyway,” You forced a chuckle, shrugging a bit.

Robbie’s phone began to buzz. He looked at it blankly before moving to pick his jacket up from the chair.

“Sorry mijo, gotta run.”

Gabe rolled his eyes. “What now?” He sighed, amusingly exasperated.

You looked at Robbie. He seemed to think about the question for a bit too long. “Girl I’ve been after got back to me. I’ll try not to be out long.”

Gabe scoffed. “We both know that means I’ll see you tomorrow night. Bye, Robbie.”

He nodded, looking at you before slipping out the door. You raised your hand in a small wave.

Not long after Robbie left did it take you to get out, too. You made it home alright.

Over the next few weeks, that series of events became routine. You’d stay a little bit later than intended, Robbie would come home covered in grease wearing his signature black leather jacket, you’d make a tiny bit of small talk, Robbie would get some kind of alert (phone calls, texts, etc.), and would run off with some excuse. Sometimes it was girls wanting to get with him, or that he’d forgetting something at work (which you, overtime, gathered was at an auto shop), maybe he’d have a dragracing competition, or a client in destress, he always seemed to come up with some variation of “I gotta run” each night.

You, on the other hand, repeated your less exciting routine. A walk home to a dark, maybe empty, house. The walk itself wasn’t too bad- sometimes pain would make it more miserable, but you managed, cane clicking along your side. Robbie’s comments about it being safe, however, did make you uneasy. You knew that crime was an issue where you, your family, and the Reyes family lived. Gabe had been targeted before, during a blackout from some mutant related whatever. At some point you’d stopped questioning it. Mutants, superheroes, all of it seemed so… annoying. It’s not like you disliked heroes, but there was something to be said about the damage they caused. Mutants also sparked so much unnecessary controversy. They shouldn’t be outcasted for something they couldn’t control- you knew that well enough.

As always your night repeated. Tonight’s study session ended a little early. Gabe was exhausted from the constant working, and you’d been feeling less than adequate the past few days. Whatever was causing your flare up was getting in your way. The walk home wasn’t something you looked forward to, but as always you brushed off the need for a ride and Robbie darted away anyhow.

Streetlights flickered as you walked, your pace easy but your mind restless. A series of gang-related thefts had been reported in your area. As far as you knew, there hadn’t been much done about them, but muggers took the chance to increase their lousy presence You didn’t really know much, but you didn’t like the idea of being seen as an easy target. Nonetheless you continued onward, carefully watching your surroundings.

Not looking at the rough sidewalk beneath your feet, you tripped for a moment, stumbling for a second and dropping your cane. Distracted and in pain, you seized up for a minute, the jerking motion worsening the discomfort. Bending down you picked up the stick, hearing a metallic click behind your head. Fear gripped your body as you stood up, raising your arms slightly. Looking at you with a gun pointed towards you was a young man, only a few years your senior. A second, larger man had appeared at your side, blocking your path. You flinched back, a little too aggressively, and both men lunged closer.

“Don’t fucking try anything you little shit or I’ll light up your fucking chest.”

“I’m sorry, I-“ You choked out, nervously, stepping back.

“I said don’t fucking move!” He shouted, closing in on you. You felt tears well up in your eyes.

‘I’m going to die. Shit, I’m going to die.’ You thought frantically, chest tightening.

“Open your backpack.” The other man ordered.

“I don’t have anything I sw-“

“Open the fucking backpack!”

You held your breath, slowly dumping the school bag out. The man to your side began digging around. After a moment he looked up and shook his head.

“S-see? Noth-“

Within seconds you were face to face with hot, disgusting breath and a gun shoved into your temple, a rough hand gripping the collar of your shirt. You fought back tears, shutting your eyes. Your cane clattered to the ground.

“I don’t have anything!” You yelped, weak without the support.

“I’ll fucking pat you down myself.” He began to lower the weapon.

Without warning you kneed him in the stomach, flailing back as he let go in surprise. You tried to turn and run, but felt the body of your cane slam into the side of your head. A sticky feeling on the side of your face made you realize you were bleeding as you veered towards the concrete. Your head hit the pavement with a sickening thunk.

Spots clouded your eyes as your ears rang loudly. The crack of wood over one of your attacker’s knees made your heart sink as you heard your now broken cane clatter to the floor.

“Pat (them/him/her) down, quick!” A muffled voice called, exhaustion starting to pull your eyes back. All you could feel in your skull was radiating, dense pain.

Your vision clouded even further. A dull rev of an engine vibrated the ground you were lying on, blood pooling from your head and staining the concrete in dribbles. Stunned, you waited to feel the hands of the thieves through your layers of pockets. You had cash in your wallet- at least enough for them to be satisfied. Your debit card too. Bank card. License. Part of you knew you should have been more anxious. But you felt so tired…

A faint orange glow came from over your shoulder. Your eyes rolled back and shut, darkness swarming your senses.

A hot, gentle hand touched your wrist- it felt like the person was feeling for a pulse. You cracked an eye open only to regret it. Before you was who you could only call a devil. A human skull on fire loomed over you.

‘I’ve done it,’ you thought in utter dismay, ‘I’ve died and the devil himself is taking me into hell.’

You let out a terrified mumble, trying to inch back as disoriented as you were. Your head pounded but at that point you couldn’t care less.

The beast’s hand, sturdy, tried to calm you but you tried to reach up, frantically trying to protect yourself.

Slowly skin began to wrap around the skull, muscle being woven layer by layer. You were gripped with fear, eyes wide. Your chest heaved a mile a minute, horrified as you watched the human face heal around flaming bones. For the first time, you noticed a familiar jacket.

As his face reformed you choked out, “Robbie?”

“Hey, hey, you’re good, breathe.”

He reached behind your head, skin still warm. You started to sit up, his hand leading you.

You winced, hand shakily reaching to touch your bleeding face. The body of your cane made a nice gash. The bleeding had slowed to a trickle, but at the very least you’d need butterfly bandages to keep it closed.

“Can you walk?” Robbie asked, still crouched in front of you.

You eyed your broken cane. Through painful, fearful thoughts, it occurred to you that your pain previous to the blow to the head had worsened. Now your cane was shattered too.

“I can try-“ You said, beginning to push yourself up with shaking limbs. Robbie’s hands were ready to spot you, your weight pushing into the one still resting on your upper back. It didn’t take long for you to fall.

You felt a violent jolt of pain shoot through you, feeling one of your legs buckle before turning to jelly.

You let out a startled, high pitched yelp, preparing to brace your own landing, but you were intercepted by a hand. It snaked under your shoulders, and his other gripped your arm.

“Sorry-“ you said quickly, face burning.

“I’m here, no worries.” He said softly. “No tienes que disculparte, tómalo con calma.” He added.

Hesitantly you leaned into him, still a bit mortified. Accepting help had never been easy- something about vulnerability always seemed to embarrass you. Despite that, it was something you still had to face regularly. Robbie, on the other hand, handled the situation well.

“I’ll get you to my car, you can wait as I clean up this mess.” His said seriously.

After a few stumbles you both made it to his car. It really was a sight to see, black paint glimmering faintly under the white light of the moon.

He opened the passenger side door, guiding you down. You mumbled half-audible thank-you’s and awkward apologies. His responses were gentle acknowledgments and variations of “It’s all good” and “You’re doing fine.” His soothes were comforting.

“Wait here.” he said. Robbie moved to the back of the car. You reached up again to touch the wound on your head and. flinched away from your fingers as they prodded the bruising gash. Robbie returned with a clean rag, some water, and a bit of medical tape. Kneeling in front of you he poured a bit of water onto the rag and handed it to you.

“Dk you know how to clean wounds?” He asked.

You nodded, the events of the night beginning to replay in your head. You were starting to process Robbie’s… flaming skull. Part of you wanted to chalk it up to some concussed, confused delusion, but you couldn’t. The heat, the charred bodies he’d tried to shield from you as he’d helped you up, they were real. They were too real to be anything else.

After a pause you took the rag, your shakiness having worsened. You tried to concentrate on steading your outstretched hand but it wasn’t working.

“Are you cold?” he said quickly, immediately shifting out of his jacket. A tight black t-shirt was revealed underneath.

“No, really, I’m fine, I don’t really know why I’m shaking so much.” You said with a slight, tense laugh, anxiety heightened as your experience hit you. You could feel your throat tighten. His coat was draped around your shoulders. It was a good lot too big, but you pulled it around you, the warmth making you feel safe.

You grabbed the rag. You poured some water on it and put it to your forehead. An audible wince left your mouth.

“It’ll hurt more if you don’t clean it properly.” He handed you the butterfly bandages with little emotion. “I’m gonna grab your bag.”

You stared blankly at him for a moment. Your eyes became faintly glassy.

He soon came back. You had watched him shove the content of your backpack into its rightful place.

He paused, looking at your cane broken on the floor. “You want me to grab this?”

You blinked vacantly. “Uh- No, that’s al- actually sure, I should- I should probably throw it away. No use leaving it here.” You added, the last part quiet.

He half-shrugged before picking your bag and the splintered wood up. Robbie handed you the backpack, which you gripped tightly, and threw the splintered cane in the back. You kept the rag pressed to your head, dabbing it every once in a while. He slammed the back door shut, making you jump. Your heart leapt from the startle.

He looked at you for a moment. “You ok?”

“Hmm? Yeah.” You said blankly, knuckles white as they gripped the bag.

He blinked before moving to the drivers seat. He opened the door, settling in. You watched him check his mirrors.

“Do you have anyone at home who could watch you?” He started, turning on the engine. “I don’t really know how hard you got hit, but I don’t think you’ll need to go to urgent care or anything” He didn’t look at you while he spoke. “Still, you should have someone watch you for a day or so- very least through the night.”

Meanwhile, you were lost in your own head. A distant look glazed your face as you stared at the dashboard. You couldn’t explain what had just happened. You’d heard rumors of course, of some kind of flame-skulled devil roaming at night, beating up anyone who caused trouble, but you’d assumed they were just stories to discourage thieves. But you saw something. The imagery of Robbie’s face slowly, agonizingly sewing itself up from the bone up into the face of your friend’s brother stuck with you. It kept replaying, the memory. You tensed.

“Y/N?”

He sounded like he was miles away.

“Hey, you with me?”

A gentle hand gripped your shoulder. You perked up, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Every time you thought of him, every time you looked at him, all you could think of was the skin and muscle reforming around his bones.

“Sorry?” You choked out, blinking.

“I asked if you had anyone at home to watch you.”

“Watch me?”

He opened his mouth to reply when you interrupted him.

“Oh- Oh you mean for the- for the concussion. Potential concussion? Sorry. No, but I should be fine.” You squinted, a sharp stinging coming from the gash on your head.

“I’ll take you back to my place then. I wasn’t planning on doing much anyhow.”

“No- no it’s fine, really, I don’t want to in-“

“With all due respect I’m not asking. Its not safe for a kid like you to be home alone, not after a hit like that.”

He still didn’t take his eyes off the road. You squirmed slightly, the pain from your head lessening as your usual pain returned.

The car ride felt quiet. You didn’t argue, just sat in awkward discomfort. You had so many questions. The thought of it all overwhelmed you. You could feel your eyelids droop every few minutes but you were still trying to keep yourself awake. Robbie’s jacket was draped around your shoulders. You felt a bit like a little kid kid. The warmth reminded you of falling asleep during car rides as a child and your (dad/mom/parent) carrying you in. Simpler times you thought, pulling the jacket further around you. You really wanted to confront him. Say something. Say anything about whatever you’d just witnessed.

After a bit of driving, you passed by a wall of graffiti. The ghost rider’s face was spray painted across it.

“Do you believe in the devil?” You blurted.

“What?” Robbie hadn’t been expecting the question.

“The devil. A devil. I’ve heard whispers of it around… a devil walking the streets.”

“I haven’t heard anything ab-“

You cut him off. “What happened to the bodies of the people who tried to… assault- rob- whatever- mug me?” You sounded accusatory.

“They’re face-down on the pavement.” He said sharply.

You paused. You couldn’t just be an ass about this- not after he saved you.

“…They looked charred.”

Silence.

Robbie spoke.

“You asked me if I believed in the devil, and I do. I do because there is one inside of me, itching to come out. Constantly. I was supposed to die in the accident that hurt Gabe, but something kept me here. And now he- whatever the hell he is- is in me. The ghost rider kept me alive with the exception that he must get to enact vengeance on whoever he sees fit.”

You dug your nails into your palms.

“I’m not going to lie to you, Y/N.”

Silence.

“I guess I didn’t expect you to tell me truth first try.” You said a bit more lightly.

“I guess I didn’t expect you to believe me.” He responded flatly.

“Does G-“ You started,

He slammed on the breaks, causing you to lurch forward. Before you could bark at him, he interrupted you.

“No. Gabe doesn’t know. And I don’t plan on tellin’ him. I promise you, you don’t want to tell him either.” There was a threat in there, somewhere.

“Jeez- I wasn’t fuckin’ plannin’ on it,” you exclaimed, “…scared the shit out of me…” you added more quietly.

“Your head ok?” His tone switched.

“Yeah.”

The two of you started driving again. Your head still throbbed, but you got the sense that you’d be taken care of. Robbie helped you into the house and got you settled on the couch, diligently waking you every few hours.

In the weeks, months even, following, you greeted Robbie with more warmth. You spent a lot of your time over with Gabe, and seeing the Ghost Rider sneak off every night was hard to keep to yourself. But in the end, you knew that was for the better.

Maybe getting the shit heat out of you wasn’t all that unlucky.

[moonlayl]

AU where Daisy, Robbie, and Elena join together as vigilantes and take care of street level & supernatural crap shield and everyone else doesn’t give af about.

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Currently busy with writing the next chapter of “Ghost Rider - From the Files of the ‘Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.’”. In the meantime, here’s a preview:

Inside the memory void

Phil Coulson: "Thank you for coming in."

Jemma Simmons: "Of course, sir. I am Agent Jemma Simmons. And this is-"

Leo Fitz: "-this is, I am Leopold Fitz."

Phil Coulson: "Fitzsimmons, yes. You know, when I first heard about you, I thought you were one person."

Robbie, Gabe, and Nico opened their eyes and, immediately, found themselves in a new location. The feeling was surreal, like stepping into a vividly detailed dream. After a quick examination of the room, they realize that they were in a conference room. The late Agent Phil Coulson was standing by them and was speaking with Jemma Simmons and Leo Fitz. By how the two looked, Robbie realized this memory must've taken place at least over a decade ago.

Nico, with her hands on her chin, looked perplexed. "That's interesting," she said, "It appears we ended up in Fitz's memory of him meeting Phil Coulson for the first time."

"Why's that interesting?" Robbie asked.

"Because I was aiming for the Maveth mission. Maybe it was the strain of the spell. When I was on my own, targeting a specific memory was a lot easier. As soon as you two got involved, it got harder to concentrate."

"Is that a problem?"

"No, it means I just need more practice. Anyways, I need to fast-forward us to Maveth. Gabe, are you good-"

Turning to Gabe, Robbie and Nico saw that he wasn't paying attention to them. Instead, he was looking at his legs. It took a second for both Robbie and Nico to realize that Gabe was standing on his own.

The younger Reyes' eyes widened as he continued to marvel at his newfound ability to walk. Every step he took must've felt like a miracle, as if he had been granted a reprieve from his wheelchair-bound reality. His fingers trembled as he touched his thighs, which hadn't carried his weight for years.

"Robbie," he whispered, his voice quivering with emotion, "I can't believe it. I haven't walked in so long. This is...incredible."

Robbie, who had witnessed Gabe's struggles and the countless hours he had spent by his brother's side, couldn't help but smile. He knelt down to meet Gabe's eyes, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's been a while since I've seen you move like that," he acknowledged, "Enjoy it while you can."

"Look, while I've gotten used to the wheelchair, and I want both of you to know that a disability doesn't make you any less of a person...it is nice to be able to use my legs again."

Just to test his legs out even more, Gabe began running circles around Fitz and Simmons. Since this was just a memory, neither Fitz or Simmons acknowledged Gabe's presence. Although they were on a mission, Robbie and Nico couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

But as Gabe stopped to catch his breath, Nico, although she didn't want to be a downer, she also didn't want Gabe to forget where they were. "Hey, remember, we're in Fitz's memory. This isn't reality."

"I know, I know," Gabe said, dismissively, "It's 'Inception' rules, we're just projections of our subconscious minds."

"I mean...I guess? Anyways, let's go Burning Boys, we need to skip a few years to the Maveth-"

Nico stopped when the lights in the conference room suddenly went out. Coulson, Jemma, and Fitz suddenly went stiff, as if they had become mannequins or life-like wax sculptures. Robbie, Gabe, and Nico began to back away from the frozen agents, confused. Nico armed herself with the Staff of One while Robbie unlatched the steel chains that were wrapped around his chest.

"What the hell is this?" Robbie turned to Nico, who looked just as confused as he did. "Magical Girl, is this a normal part of the spell?" he asked.

Nico shook her head. "I have no idea what's going on."

"Are we being invaded?" Gabe asked, going into a fighting stance to prepare himself.

"I don't know," Nico said, "I'm pretty sure we're not. I would've felt something. Other magic-users can't just...for the lack of a better term, hack into another user's spell."

"I don't feel anything either," Robbie said.

"Zarathos, are you following me right now?" Robbie thought.

"Yes I am, Reyes," Zarathos answered in the back of Robbie's mind.

"What the hell happened to the memory? Is this a demon or something that's doing this?"

"This is going to sound strange, Robbie...but I'm not quite sure. I can confirm that the ugly, middle-aged man who was your former boss is still watching over all of you. Nothing is happening out here."

"That's all you can give me?"

"Well...I can't explain it...but I somewhat recognize the energy that's causing the memory spell to falter."

"Energy? What energy? And how do you recognize it?"

"There is something that's affecting the spell. And I recognize it...because it's the energy of a Spirit of Vengeance."

"Wait...what-"

Suddenly, the once serene environment trembled, and the walls flickered like an old film reel. A bizarre storm, filled with swirling colors and strange, otherworldly shapes, materialized in the corner of the conference room. Robbie, Gabe, and Nico grabbed onto the conference room table, clinging on for dear life as the colorful storm began to pull the trio into it.

"Robbie, what's happening?!" Gabe shouted, "Where the hell did that storm come from?!"

Robbie squinted at the tumultuous anomaly, his usually confident demeanor giving way to a sense of unease. "I don’t know, something’s gone wrong! Just hold onto the table!" He turned to Nico, who was whispering something that Robbie couldn't hear. If he had to guess, Nico was trying to end the memory spell. "Nico, can you control this?! Can you end the spell?!"

"What the hell do you think I'm trying to do, Burning Boy!?" Nico, her brow furrowed with concentration, tried to regain control over the memory spell. After positioning herself so that her chest was directly facing the table, thus allowing her to use her body to anchor her down, she began to move her hands in an attempt to stabilize the memory. Although she was frightened, she dug deep into her Kamar-Taj lessons to try to eliminate the storm. Despite her movements, the storm raged on. "Okay, I don't know what's happening. I'm trying to stabilize or end the spell, but nothing is working."

"So we're trapped here!" Robbie shouted.

"I'll figure something out! And boys, don't you even think about killing yourselves! That will not wake you up from this!"

As they grappled with the storm's sudden appearance, the Leo Fitz who was a part of the memory suddenly woke up. He immediatly grabbed the table after feeling the storm's pull on him. Surprisingly, Jemma and Coulson were still unaffected by the storm.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" he demanded, his voice echoing in the ever-changing, distorted landscape.

"Leo, huh?!" Nico shouted, "How are you with us?! You're the host-"

"-I don't know and I don't care right now! Just get us out of here!"

Nico, growing more desperate to regain control, attempted to end the spell once again. She closed her eyes and chanted softly, her hands glowing with purple energy. "Okay...okay, okay, okay! Just hold on, everyone! Let me just....clear my thoughts-"

However, before Nico could start her incantations, an unseen force suddenly tore the group apart. Robbie, Gabe, Fitz, and Nico were forcibly separated, their vision blurring as they were hurled in different directions within the chaotic memory void.

[samwpmarleau]

miscellaneous monday/last line tag game

tagged by @thelettersfromnoone

from a postseries daisy x robbie fic because my hyperfixations never leave, they merely grow dormant:

The two times the Rider had been in someone else lasted an hour at most, and Robbie could always feel his looming return. Yet now, as Robbie bewilderingly traverses the streets of Austin, one hour passes, then two, and still he does not feel his vengeful companion. His body is his own.

tagging anyone who wants to do it <3

[itsmoonchik]

Robbie Reyes as textposts

[wazzappp]

@rokhal s fic has fundamentally changed my ability to let this idea go

Also him teleporting to his room. And flopping on his face immediately. Oh my GOD

Also some bonus doodles for when he finally gets a handle on this

This will stay in my brain FOREVER now

[rokhal]

Rated E for Explicit.

Every fandom needs some seriously fucked up angsty dubcon PWP to make a healthy ecosystem, right?

Well, ANGR people, our ecosystem just got healthy. Mind the tags.

[moosemonstrous]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ghost Rider (Comics), Marvel (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amadeus Cho/Robbie Reyes Characters: Amadeus Cho, Robbie Reyes Additional Tags: Fluff, Getting Together, Pre-Relationship, no beta we die like... you know Summary:

When Robbie presses his shoulder into Amadeus’s, it feels... significant, in a way they normally avoid. Or at least Amadeus does. He’s given up on trying to understand what goes on in Robbie’s head.

(He hasn’t really. But that’s not the point. What was the point again?)

In which Robbie does his best to communicate and Amadeus has been incredibly patient, all things considered.

[legends-of-apex]

Thanks :)