#rvb sarge x reader

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CAPTURED

Sarge X Medic Reader

Summary- What should've been a simple supply run became much worse.

[A/n]- SARGE! Not many fics about him out there, I am going to personally change that. Lets hear it for our favorite DILF! (Or would it be GILF?) Feedback is Always appreciated!

Tw- assault [head injury], torture [mildly graphic], death, canon typical violence [Please let me know if I missed any!!!]

It should’ve been any old supply run :Get in, grab what's on the list, get out. Simple enough right? Wrong, oh so wrong. You should’ve known when you got paired up with Sarge and his team of lieutenants that something was bound to happen. See now, you had a small crush on the eccentric Colonel and unbeknownst to you, so did he. He could never tell you because he just didn’t know how. He was only a few years older than you so why did it still feel so weird? Neither of you truly knew. 

But back to the present, you guys had reached your destination; a small abandoned town from before the war. Winter’s barren nature had overtaken it. This run had to be extra cautious because you were warned of recent pirate activity in the area. Keeping that in mind you had left to search an abandoned pharmacy. It was half way through when the sound of other vehicles pulling up were heard nearby. 

Sarge radios his team to tell them to hurry what they’re doing and get back in the vehicles. Normally he would just fight them if it came to that but you were with them and he also didn’t need any more casualties in this stupid war. Most of his team were teens for heaven's sake. When he didn’t hear you respond with the rest he opened a private channel to try and reach you. “Hey get back to the vehicles, a bunch of space pirates just popped up nearby. I told everyone to just finish what they were doing and get ready to leave. Ain’t worth the trouble.”

 “Yeah I’d love to do that but I’m pinned at the moment,” you whispered into the comms while peeking over the shelving into the aisles, “Seven pirates searching for you guys. I’m going to try and sneak past them.” Moving behind another shelf you made your way towards the emergency exit. Once you made it to the door you radioed Sarge again,“I’ve made it out, be ready for-” when you were knocked over. 

“Oh no you don’t.” sneers the pirate standing over you. Crouching down next to you he spoke, “Tell your little Colonel goodbye.” Then he brought the butt of his rifle down on your temple. The world went black.

Back in the vehicles was a panicked Sarge. He wanted to rush to you but he couldn’t risk the others and the cargo. Frustratedly he orders the group back to Armonia with nothing but you and revenge on his mind. He’d get you back no matter what.

Meanwhile, you awoke being dragged into what seemed to be a wounded tent. Using quick thinking you sent your location to the first person on your contacts, which happened to be Simmons. And then they stripped you of your armour and forced you to tend to their wounded soldiers. After you had finished with the last man they dragged you to another tent; cuffing your hands behind your back the torture began. Stabbing you with different blades, holding your head under water, or sometimes they’d just hit you with their fists. Almost everything in the boom to try and get you to talk. You weren’t even sure why they thought you would have information. But your favourite being when they had carved ‘WASTE’ into your stomach.  But you just would not break. Sure you’d scream and you had cried, but in the end you had told them nothing. Oh and how they hated that. Eventually they left you alone, loudly talking about what was for dinner and how they’d hunt down and kill the rest of your squad if you didn’t talk by tomorrow. One had asked another why they were ordered to keep you alive. That puzzled you. Was the order from the mercenaries?

After they had left you had plenty of time to think. You were too hurt to attempt an escape and you didn’t know where they put your armour. It was unlikely that a team would come for you despite your distress signal to Simmons. 

“That’s war” they would always say, “not everyone makes it back.”

Hell, they probably already had your replacement setting up. That kinda hurt but what hurt more is that you’d never see your friends again, and you’d never be able to tell the Colonel how you felt about him. If you had ever worked up the courage anyway. You’d never be able to hear his stupid rants again or be able to watch him teach the others how to shoot. Those were your favourite days, for a man of his age and with some of his more permanent wounds, he moved like he was 15 years younger. Sometimes he’d offer to teach you since you didn’t seem to be much of a fighter. Perhaps now that you look back on it you should have taken him up on those offers. Because look where not being able to defend yourself very well got you. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when you heard the sound of gunfire outside. Two pirates burst inside and grabbed you. Not caring that they were making your injuries worse, they dragged you out and you tried to make sense of what you were seeing. Simmons and Agent Carolina were barreling through pirates. You hadn’t even noticed how many there were in the camp. And then you heard it, the sound of a shotgun being racked back. Looking around for him as they continue to pull you to a car you spotted him take down a pirate in the way. 

“Sarge!” you cried out, trying to catch his attention. His helmet spinning around towards the noise. And then the pirate who had been in charge of getting information from you made the absolute worst decision of his life; He punched you. Right in the stomach in an attempt to shut you up. You cried out, the blow having reopened the word carved there, causing blood to pour out. 

Sarge was so relieved to see you were still alive. And it was his name you had called out! And then the fool had hit you and the blood began to flow out of you. There are no words to describe the rage he felt. Nothing could stop him from reaching you. He smashed through the idiots who dared try and stop him, ignoring the calls of his teammates. Upon seeing him the two dropped you and ran for the cars behind them. 

“Agent Carolina, You see those maggots running to the cars? I want those ones personally.” He didn’t wait for her response, knowing she’d do it for him. And he was right, a blur of blue speeded past him. Knowing that was taken care of he dropped to your side. Shielding you with his body. “Where did they hurt you? Talk to me please.” He pleaded with you.

All you could manage to do was pull up what was left of your undershirt, exposing what they had done. Sobs escaped you and part of you felt pathetic for crying in front of your superior.  People like you didn’t get to cry.

“Who did this to you.”

It was not a question. It was an order.

And then you heard footsteps and dragging. The freelancer had taken down the group. You heard Carolina radio for Dr. Grey to be ready, she was holding the men who had done it to you, one in each hand. You shakily pointed to the one on her right and Sarge's vision followed your finger to the culprit. 

“You hurt ‘em?” he asked while standing up. 

“No I didn't, I swear! You gotta believe me!” the man pleaded. Looking back to you, asking the silent question and you nodded. 

“Get rid of that one, this one's mine.” Looking at Carolina.  You looked away and flinched when she took her pistol. She put a round through the ones on the left skull. 

Taking the knife Simmons was already holding out for him, he planned on repaying every favour. But, he didn't want you to see, So he asked Grif and the guys who had now caught up with them to get you in something warmer and away from this place. 

They took you to a pelican where Doctor Grey had decided she was personally going to help you. She rambles on and on about how you are so strong and how it's obvious that you like the Colonel and Just confess already dammit! Grif got a laugh out of that one and if you could move he'd be very harmed. 

A few moments later he and Agent Carolina arrived back on the pelican. Sarge being uncharacteristically quiet, no quip about how he saved the day or about how all pirates are dirtbags. You kinda missed it, but it was very clear he had a lot to think about. He didn't say a word the entire ride back. When you landed they rushed you immediately into a hospital room to further assess your injuries. He never would tell you about how he paced in the visitors lounge or about how he didn't sleep until he knew for sure you were stable. 

When he finally did visit you it was alone. He sat in the chair beside your bed and took off his helmet. You could never get tired of seeing that face. If only he knew. And then it happened, he spoke.

"I am so sorry for not getting there sooner." It was quiet, soft in a way you did not know he knew how to speak. 

"It's not your fault," you said, moving to grab his hand even though the movement hurt terribly, "Nobody could've known they would ambush us. Speaking of which, are the others ok? Did they make it back?" 

He let you sit up before saying anything. "They all made it back in one piece. I- we came as fast as we could thanks to your quick thinking, that is." He looked at you and you couldn't place the emotions in his eyes. He looked so tired. You wondered when the last time he slept was. 

He looked away, like he was trying to find what to say. So you took your chance, "Listen, Sarge after what's happened I learned that I should say what I need to say  more often. That I might not know if I'll regret it or not till it's too late." You take a deep breath. Preparing yourself for what you're about to say. "I really like you. Like, romantically and this is not how I imagined any of my confessions going but, it is what it is now. And I understand if you don't want to-"

"I like you too."

"W- what? Really?" 

"I was just too much of a coward to admit it. I mean, I am a few years older than you and." He explained, like he just hadn't shattered and rebuilt your world in a sentence. Your head was spinning, trying to grasp what he just said. Instead of responding you motioned for him to lean in closer. And when he did you grabbed both sides of his face and kissed him. He froze for a minute before returning the kiss.

It was everything you dreamed of. Careful of your injuries he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. And when you had to stop for oxygen he put his forehead against yours. "I'll always be here." He said in a whisper. 

"I know" was all you could really say. And you know he meant every word. 

[heaven-s-black-box]

Valhalla- Wash x Fem!Ex-Freelancer!Reader

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Recovery date: August 14th, 2023

Description: ok i probably wont actually have 20, but my first req: wash x reader (could be during or post freelancer) where they're trying to hide their relationship, but failing miserably

Notes: This entry was recovered as an early draft of the previous entry found here.

Word count: 843

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Agent Washington— or Church, as Caboose keeps calling him— is a man of mystery. He is a strong, brave ex-freelancer on the path to redemption. He is the new blue team leader, and a pain in the red’s side. There is no denying, in Tucker’s begrudgened words, that he is fucking awesome. I bet he gets so many ladies, the self proclaimed sword wielding badass had grumbled as he sat in captivity at red base.

One of the red’s few wins since Church’s demise on Sidewinder.

Not that it mattered, Wash single handedly recaptured the man; before being informed that he needed to negotiate the prisoners return and was not, in fact, allowed to just steal him back. That’s what makes it fun, Simmons insisted.

Wash’s ensuing confusion, his brow furrowed and mouth opening and closing as he tried to find words, was the least composed the reds and blues had seen him. In Y/N’s opinion, sitting on the edge of the blue Vallhala base and watching the impromptu truce, it was adorable.

“But… that’s not how war works,” Wash said, voice strained in confusion.

Simmons and Tucker face palmed.

“Ya, but- You know what, it doesn’t matter,” Simmons huffed. “Let’s make a deal, you can steal back captured team mates, if Y/N joins our team.”

“Wait, what? When did I become part of this?”

“Well if Mr. Ex-Freelancer here gets to steal back blues, we need someone to help us take back our guys from them!”

“Sería bueno tener alguien con quien hablar,” Lopez said. (It would be nice to have someone to talk to)

“Lopez is right!” Sarge nodded.

“Oh, esto va a terminar mal.” (Oh, this is going to end poorly)

“We can’t take Y/N-”

“Eso no es lo que dije.” (That is not what I said)

“Because if we did, the blues would be at a disadvantage!”

“You know what,” Wash sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Sarge ignored him, continuing on, “But maybe… we could use her as bait to capture Washington! You know, it’s like those fairytales-”

“I love fairytales!” Donut cheered.

“The knight in shining armor,” Y/N raised a brow and smirked as Sarge stiffened in fear, though he clearly wasn’t deterred as he continued, “saves the princess from the tower!”

Caboose gasped, “Are we playing make believe? I love playing mak-”

“Okay, everyone shut up! I’m sorry for ruining your ga-war. I will no longer steal back team members, now can we please end this conversation?”

“Jeez, what’s got you so cranky? Y/N not suck your dick this morning?”

“Lavernius!” Y/N scolded.

Agent Washington was a man of mystery, a complete badass, and Tucker had never seen the man so flustered before. He was even redder than when he’d switched armor in the freezing cold of Sidewinder; and Sarge had made a few cracks that he should join the red team. 

“I-Wha-wha- That was completely inappropriate!” Wash spluttered. “I-I’m going for a walk.”

He pulled his helmet out from the crook of his arm and yanked it over his head, letting out a faint ow as the force hit him, and starting marching off towards the wall.

None too quietly, Grif announced that everyone should steer clear of that direction for the next few hours.

Wash had just settled against the wall as Y/N approached, splitting off from the reds on the way back to their base. She was out of armor, finding it more comfortable as she healed from her Meta inflicted injuries, letting Wash admire her fond smile. He’d noticed that she smiled more often now…

“When Caboose told me about you,” he started as she came to lean against the wall beside him, “I wasn’t sure what to think. The woman he told me about, Y/N, she didn’t sound like the Agent Michigan I knew.”

He unclipped his helmet and set it down, resting his cheek on his knees as he looked up at her.

“Ya… I guess they kind of rubbed off on me. You probably felt the same way I felt watching you and the Meta work to-” A red spot on the side of Wash’s head caught Y/N’s eye. “Wash move!”

Without hesitation, Wash dropped to his side and rolled away from the wall as a shot went off. Y/N dove into a forward roll, grunting in pain before scrambling behind Wash as he got to his feet.

The reds and blues had come out of their bases by now, looking round for where the shot had come from.

“Well… it’s good to see some things don’t change,” Carolina teased as her camo deactivated and her armor stood out against the gray rocks.

Y/N peaked over Wash’s shoulder as the reds and blues came running over, guns drawn and yelling.

“Carolina?” The two ex-freelancers asked.

She crouched down, paying no mind to the reds and blues that were left discussing amongst themselves.

“I hate to interrupt your honeymoon, but I need your help to find the director.”

[mexicancarolina]

At all costs (Sarge x Red!Reader)

Pairing: Sarge x Red!Reader

Rating: General.

Word count: 566 words

Warning/s: None

Prompt/s: #30 every time I see you talking to them, it makes my blood boil.

With both of your hearts broken for losing Simmons and Grif, he took your hand.

Lately, you could feel how tense Sarge was.

You understood how lost he felt without Simmons and Grif, with the team split in different sides of the planet, you felt at loss too, not knowing what would happen to you or if your teammates and friends were safe and sound wherever they were.

You only had yourselves, and you had to be strong and stand together until you could successfully leave the planet and go home. But for now, you had to blend with the local people and deal with the terrifying mercenary breathing on your necks.

Still, Doyle trusted you all to end the war, to help the people to get the planet back into their control and get your friends back.

People seemed to like you more than you’d think; they looked up to you as they heard stories about you and your team. Some interactions were friendly and in others, you could sense some people trying to take a bite of you.

You didn’t pay much attention to it, but you realized that you could turn the tables in your favor, to get people to like you to hopefully roam free and make a run for it to look for your friends and rescue them from the rebels.

You were innocent about it, letting the sweet notes, the origami flowers and small treats come your way with a smile. And you didn’t doubt to pass the information (if you got some) to Sarge, Wash, and Lopez most of all so you could work a plan to escape as soon as possible.

One of the girls, who were starting to become your friend, left you a small bag of chocolates that she treasured. You kept them hidden, thinking that they would make such a fine treat to Grif. Books came your way, and you kept them in hopes of sharing them with Simmons.

It broke your heart.

Until Sarge stopped you as you were admiring a small and quick portrait someone had made in a napkin of you and Donut, and you too were thinking of what little info you got from that sweet guy who drew you.

“Every time I see you talking to them it makes my blood boil.” He growled lowly, making a shiver run down your spine.

You turned to sit in your cot, still looking at the napkin as he took a seat next to you.

“We just need to hold on a little longer until we can get out of here.” You said, letting out a heavy sigh as you fall on your side to just lay your head down on his shoulder.

“We already lost the boys; I don’t want you to risk yourself by getting information when that one dirtbag is watching our every move.”

Of course you had shared your plan with your friends and your lover, who was worried about you slipping and falling prey into the cruel game that mercenary was playing.

He only wanted you to stay safe.

You turned to place a small kiss to his cheek, trying to ease his worries and in response, he turned to kiss your forehead and linger there.

With both of your hearts broken, he took your hand, not trying to think about how jealous it made him about people trying to get you when he had promised to protect you at all costs.

[stareiiez]

Flower Petals and Blood

𝐿𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝐶𝘩𝑢𝑟𝑐𝘩 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Chapter 6

Word Count: 3.4k

𝑨/𝑵:  HI! Hello, yes, it's me. I have updated with an even longer chapter for this ongoing series that you guys have really seemed to enjoy :D I’m happy for the support and love I’ve gotten!

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Graphic description of choking, perhaps vomit.  Nothing too extreme for n o w, just good ole choking on some flowers. 

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 "What's your deal?" You complained, your feet were trying to plant on the metal flooring of the base and then on the ground when you were dragged outside the base.

Your voice was high pitched and annoyed, as you if you had every right to be a bit whiny towards another soldier. The black-armored clad female had dragged you from your doorway, leaving behind Tucker to talk to you in private. The sun beat down on to your bear head and already sweat was working its way to dampen the back of your neck and back itself. It seemed to only get hotter in Blood Gulch around 'summertime', you had a way of telling when the 'seasons' changed due to the slight difference in this area.

"Whatever you could have said, you couldn't have said in front of your other teammate." You bit out, as the grip on your wrist grew tighter. Oh right, you forgot to mention how she had held you by the arm like a child who was in trouble, then dragged you away. She should have just grabbed you by the ear and scolded you just to further add on to your embarrassment.

"This isn't about him, this is far from him. Who you do on your own time in none of my concern. He's not even my teammate, to begin with in the first place, I'm just hired to be here to replace Church's death." Tex stated, her hand had pulled you harshly forward as the two of you wandered behind the back of the Blue base.

How quick she practically threw you ahead of her had your head spin slightly as you fought to gain your balance against the quick moment of momentum. Was a conversation that serious that she had to be that bitch to pull you away from- .. from. Well, what did she step in on back there? Were you going to do something with Tucker? You couldn't even remember, the moment he set his hands on you. Your body burst into flames of heat and some tingly feeling that left your mind dazed beyond compare. You were on fire and he added more gasoline to the bonfire that screamed in your chest. He burned the bright petals away and let you live. Maybe you were just pent up and Tucker was your only scapegoat. Did you like him? Maybe. He was good-looking, funny when he wasn't talking about his dick, and caring. He worried over your condition and in that one spare intimate moment, you could feel the ache in your lungs. He made you feel, normal. Tucker made you feel something other than pain and for one painstakingly moment as the world around you spun. Maybe he was something you needed in your life.

"Something is off about you," Texas spoke once you gained your bearings, her voice brought on that itchy feeling to your chest. Her voice was nails on a chalkboard and that yanked you out of your glazed over attention.

‘Gee Tex, as if puking up petals wasn't off enough. What do you want? A fucking billboard so you can see it easier instead of looking down at me from your god damn high horse named Church?' You thought to yourself.

Acid burned in your throat as you bit down on your tongue. You swallowed the sharp acidic tang that tried to push its way past your teeth in word vomit or actual vomit. Your breath left in a quick rush of air once your gazed turned to cast the female an actual agent of the nearly forgotten Project; and you. You were just someone that knew everything about the agents, everything the Project stood for. You could spill your guts to the public, to cover what the media didn't when the Director went into hiding. You didn't hate Project Freelancer, no you loved the stories that you heard about them. You loved and looked up to the war criminals as if they were Earth's do-gooders who saw no wrong and weren't manipulated into thinking they were better than anyone. Captain Flowers even told you of his past, of him faking his death to get into this particular simulation group under a new persona. He was dedicated enough to sell his soul for Project Freelancer, and by god did that organization let him down coldly.

He was crazy. his sanity gone and down the drain, the Project fell. He was all smiles and sadistic chuckles when everyone he ever knew or cared for was shown up as MIA or KIA. His sanity was gone and switched out for episodes that he was either way too friendly that it was uncomfortable, or for others that were a bit too bloodthirsty for a canyon group of idiots. He wasn't Agent Florida, he was some other man that filled that husk and took his job with the biggest grain of salt in the salt shaker.

You just hated her. Hate was a strong word, but she was just another manipulation that was conned by the Director. She didn't have to come back, she didn't have to be here and have Church wrapped around her pink finger, but she did. Church was hardwired to chase after her, he was destined to live out the Director's love through another robotic AI copy of her. You were just here on the sidelines to watch it play out and choke to death on some fucking made-up disease. Why do you need to be the one to tell her your whole fucked up one-sided love triangle fiasco when it's obvious she is here to just intimidate her.

Like some twisted female Alpha, she wants to make sure you don't fuck with what's hers. If it's possible to give hickies and blow an AI you'd gladly track Church down and make it happen as long as she sees it. The itchy feeling bloomed slowly back in your chest, your breath stuttered just slightly in your lungs. It was starting to hurt, the itchy feeling was moving upwards, like vines of a rose garden and twinning themselves through your organs. It's sharp thorns digging into flesh and tissues.

"Well?" Tex states, her arms have crossed over her onyx chest plate. Her head tilted to assess your unarmored form, and you swear she's grinning under the visor.

"It's just a head cold." You gritted out, the lie slipped through by the skin of your teeth, the truth was biting and burning on your tongue. The acidic taste rolled on your tongue, and it was harder to swallow this time around.

There was a scoff, from the other. Texas stared at you, her gold emotionless visor was staring you down. It was like she could see past the wavering lie you had hastily said to force her to be on her way. The silence growing between you two was nothing but uneasy, and your mouth burned with the sensation to double over and puke. You wouldn't mind spilling your guts, literally, on her polished black boots before you even amused her further. You needed to throw up, petals or liquid you couldn't tell this time around, whatever Texas was staring at, you wanted her to hurry up and move on. Your upper lip quivered as another beat of silence passed and she finally broke eye contact.

"I'll just go ask Church, you two seem to be.... way more comfortable for a teammate." One finger pointed accusingly at your face.

Your lips curled up at her words. "what's that supposed to mean?"

Tension sizzled, tightened, wound around your throat, and warmed your red blood cells that coursed through your veins as Tex didn't hesitate to reply.

"Church isn't smart, he's see-through." A snort escaped your mouth, one you couldn't help to not hold back. Yeah, no shit, he's see-through, he's not even a fucking real person.

With a glare you could feel penetrate through the golden, emotionless visor Tex continued. "He likes to hang around you, he's less of an-"

"Asshole?" You quipped.

"I was going to say absolute dumbass of a dick, but that works too if you want to be basic." She sighed, "Look, for some reason Church likes to hang around you. He rants, I hear him rambling and somehow cussing you out across the damn canyon. He's loud enough for even the dead to hear." *Ha, funny.*

"And this is supposed to make me blush?"

"I'm saying that whatever is going on between you, friends, you're screwing each other or whatnot. I'll find out what's happening with you, so watch your back." Bored with conversating over an Ex of hers, and whatever the hell kind of frequent one night stand hookup partner, The Bitch in Black sauntered away with the confidence that she was so sure of herself.

Once she had rounded around the base and was, hopefully, out of earshot, you wheezed hard. Lungs ached and trembled as a sharp pitched exhale left. Stabs of hot knives sliced at warm, soft, fleshy, sacs of skin that shrunk and grew behind your ribcage. The world blurred in watery colors, and small tears pricked and warmed your cheeks as they slipped down your skin. You didn't choke on petals, it felt fuller in your throat. The object bulged in your throat and tickled your trachea. Velvet petals, earthy tasting that made you gag and try to swallow whatever was temporarily blocking your air passage. You couldn't gag, couldn't possibly cough hard enough to even move the blockage more up to the back of your mouth. You were choking to death, and you were pretty sure you looked like an absolute mess or more while balancing in the brink of death.

With another choked gag, you fell to your knees on the dusty ground and then flung your whole body crashing down violently on the sun-baked ground in desperation. The sudden jarring and slam of your stomach on the floor, shoved the last few puffs of sweet oxygen and carbon dioxide gave the gentle shove of the object. Petals tickled your uvula, and you nearly clamped your mouth shut in repulsion. It wouldn't bug, no amount of even throwing up or coughing would make it move anymore. You'd have to shove your fingers down your throat to free your airflow yourself.

A trick, one stupid college tale your best friend told you before you shipped out for the military, was tucking your left thumb into your fist and squeeze. Strong, weak, or no gag reflex you couldn't give a damn. Not taking the chance to puke your guts out and more from just putting your fingers to the back of your throat was undesirable. Squeezing your eyes shut, your pointer and thumb of your right hand ventured into your mouth. Your lungs burned, and your body shook in rebellion from having another thing added to your mouth. It was easier to fully grab the petals that constantly brushed against your uvula, they didn't tear off as you slowly pulled whatever was choking you to death or unconsciousness. Your left thumb popped in the ever-tightening grip of your fist as you retracted your hand from your mouth and pulled whatever you were holding between your pointer finger and thumb.

Air, precious, hot, sweet, cold, burning, dry air rushed and skimmed down your throat as you finally inhaled. Your passageway was clear, and you could breathe properly. You still trembled and shook with small gentle coughs that came from your oxygen-deprived deflated lung sacs. Your eyes opened against the small tears that still flooded your pupils. With your hand now relaxed, it wiped your gaze clear and you finally turned to what was damp and hanging limply in your grasp.

Against the bright sunlight, you nearly let out a sharp gasp that stretched your already sore lungs to hurt even more. There color of periwinkle blue, with a bright golden center that was small and dusted with pollen. Pollen that dusted your lips and tasted like strong, musky Earth, and a sick, oddly sweet aftertaste inside your mouth. You couldn't tell the type of flower that was shining from the saliva that coated its once open spread petals. Thank god the single flower did not have a stem, it was just the head of the flower.

You never produced full flowers, let alone formed ones before. Small petals, large petals, oddly shaped or clumped together was what you had puked or coughed up for at least two or three days. Now your disease was progressing for the worst, and you weren't sure if your body could keep up. Eyes, wide as saucers you kept the soft flower in your fingers, too afraid to gently cradle it in your open palm. You had managed to push your weight up to your knees, then onto your feet slowly after a minute or two of gaining your strength.

Your feet carried you before you could even see where you were going. It's not like you needed to, you knew the ins and outs of this god damn canyon like the back of your hand. You mapped this desolate place since the first week you ever got stationed in the Blood Gulch Canyon. You were mindlessly walking fast, as fast as you could without tripping on the uneven ground. You were heading to Red Base, Doc could still be there. He didn't hang around Blue Base as much after Sarge claimed the purple medic as Red Team's own reluctantly. "Numbers over insubordination." was what Sarge always said, when he had begrudgingly allowed Doc to enter the Red Base that day of the exchange between Blue Team and Red Team. It was humiliating for Grif, and just sad for being desperate to get what Blue Team wanted the most.

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"Doc!" You nearly screamed as you stumbled into Red Team's Base, the flower still dangling and threatening to crumple in the tightening grip of your hand.

Your voice rang out and nearly caused Sarge to fire a warning shot near your head from the sudden panic that racked his body. He only had raised his shotgun at you, but how frail you looked and near on the edge of collapsing to the ground from exhaustion; he lowered his gun.

"What are you doing here? You Blue?" His gruff voice didn't stop as you merely cast the older man a brief look while venturing a little more into Red Base.

Sarge, Grif, and Simmons were all in the Base's kitchen. Random weapons were laid out and disassembled to be cleaned probably by Sarge and Simmons. Grif was scrounging around, opening cabinets and snooping around the crappy fridge for any type of food to snack on for probably the seventh time in the day.

"I- I need Doc, he's... he's supposed to see this." Your voice was quiet, trying to sound steadfast even though your breaths were sounding airy and wheeze like.

Your hand outstretched, the periwinkle colored flower was now dry and started to crumple its sad, wilted petals inward.

"A? flower?" Grif asked, his voice full of confusion as he looked at you long enough to take in your disheveled state that held the flower.  

"It's not just a-" You exhaled tiredly, clearly not in the mood to spill the dirt of your disease to yet more people who had an even higher risk of accidentally blurting out your secret to Church.

Simmons was too honest, Grif would 'accidentally' give you away without even thinking about it, and Sarge would be more than happy to prove Church wrong if the male were to assume anything about you. Sarge would expose your secret in the process, and then somehow blame your Blue ways for having this disease in the first place.

"Just, where is Doc?"

"He's in his room down the hall." Grif scoffed before turning his attention to the fridge, his top half-hidden behind the dirty white fridge door.

"Grif! You can't just tell the enemy where our men are." Sarge scolded immediately, Grif only made a grunting noise before bending down further to reach towards the back of the fridge.

Before Sarge could make any more threats, or begin to even start to for that matter, you grabbed the withering flower and ventured further into their base. Sarge's voice was growing quieter the more you walked down the surprisingly long bedroom hallway. The army, the UNSC or Project Freelancer, must have thought a lot more people would be so willing to be stationed in the most desolate places with nothing to do but play a long game of capture the flag. Oh, how wrong the Army was to even waste money to even have that idea.

Finally, what you could guess was Doc's room. Especially since smooth jazz music was pouring out from behind the closed door, and you could even hear the cheery humming of the male with the calming beat. It felt bad for you to even knock on the steel door and interrupt whatever he was doing in his room, but you could say sorry later after you updated Doc about your disease. The volume of the music was lowered, and you could hear Doc say 'It's open!'.

"Doc?" You mumbled, once you tentatively opened his bedroom door.

Random posters of cheesy uplifting quotes, colorful little post-it's of self-esteem cheer up notes were plastered haphazardly among the posters that were glued to his walls. Typical Doc, for someone so bullied and teased from both teams, he managed to decorate his room the way he would want to make him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. He was hyping himself up every day, and that was the most precious thing you could witness. Not everyone here was in the mindset to think the way Doc thought about themselves. Doc could perhaps go crazy and yet some part of his mind was so hardwired in positivity, that he could still find good things to say about himself.

"Oh! I didn't expect to see you here!" Doc spoke up once he registered you were standing in his room. He smiled warmly, glasses that sat on his nose tilted slightly from the movement of his cheeks.

"Well I'm your only real patient right now with a life-threatening disease, I would think you would expect me." You could have winced at the dry joke you were forced to crack to not ruin the welcoming environment in his room.  "Speaking of disease, Doc I have something to show you."

"Good or bad." The male rose his pointer finger to push the clear frames more upon his nose and plopped down on his bed to sit. His hands folded in his lap like a good listening student in elementary school. Except this was a sick version of  show and tell in a fucked elementary school.

"Well.." Your hand outstretched and showed the other the flower in your hand.

It stunk of a now sickeningly sweet smell, even if it was wilting and sad looking now more than ever. The periwinkle blue colored remained bright and vibrant, but the very ends of the petals were turning into the brown color that signified its slow process of decay. The smell was new, but then again maybe it was just the stench of Red Base itself. Maybe either base smelt different, but that would be a dumb observation.

"It's a Morning Glory, its.. pretty?"

Your eyes widened from Doc's observation. "Doc, are you kidding? I've never produced whole ass flowers before! and you want to tell me the type of flower it is! Are you still fucking kidding?"

"You're right! You're right I couldn't help myself." Clearing his throat, Doc leaned forward and plucked the head of the flower from your open palm.  He held the flower close to his eyes, nose wrinkling from the scent practically smacking him in the face from how nauseous it was making him feel.

"This is the first time you've ever produced right?" You nodded, and Doc hummed under his breath. One eyebrow cocked in question as he stared at the flower.  Curious fingers pulled at the petals and rubbed them between his thumb and forefinger, now and then making a noise of acknowledgment.

"Well, the disease is getting worse, it's progressing way faster than I thought it would. Good news, you won't choke on stems yet, just fully formed flower heads."

"That means?" You asked,

“It means you're well on your way to dying."

"Wha- Doc!"

"What? You asked."

You guffawed at the man who seemed stoic for once, he seemed so calm as a sudden rush of panic racked your brain and nearly left you screaming internally in your subconscious.

"Listen I'm serious when you need to actually talk to Church about this, or else this is going to be the end of you."

In the middle of you silently screaming and perhaps trying to hold together your sanity long enough to not break down screaming in front of Doc, in the Red Base no doubt. A third presence in the room made your spine curl inwards, and the acidic taste of sourness flooded your mouth.

"Tell me what?" Church asked when he materialized in the room, his see-through form that was hinted in the same color of the Morning Glory that was cradled tenderly in Doc's hand.

Now you had another reason to hate flowers, their colors reminded you of Church.

[elementalwriter67]

Time to get Back in Action

Pairing: Grif x Reader, Reds and Blues x Reader

Word Count: 5520

A/N: I’ve been watching a lot of Red Vs Blue lately and Grif somehow became one of my favorite characters so I figured I write something for him. Takes place during season 15.

Summary:  The reader has been working with the reds and blues ever since they were back at Blood Gulch and needless to say it’s been a long, frustrating, and fucking weird journey but you wouldn’t have it any other way. So when the opportunity to have a break after freeing an entire planet from the control of the Chairman and his mercenaries for hire, along with stopping an entire civil war, you and a certain orange soldier immediately jumped on the opportunity. And things were going great it was a whole year full of rest and relaxation and you couldn’t have been happier or more bored, which is why when Dylan showed up with a message saying Church was alive you eagerly agreed with the others on going to find him well almost everyone.

“Grif! Grif! Are you over here?!” You shouted as you walked down the beach towards your friends usual resting spot on the beach. Your answer was an annoyed groan and the man’s head popping up from behind a rock a sight that caused you to stop and raise an eyebrow at him.

“What do you want?!” Grif shouted back dragging himself up into a better sitting position so that you could at least see his armored shoulders.

“Nothin I just wanted to see what you were doing.” You stated as you hopped on top of the rock sitting down cross-legged and leaning forward so that your elbows were resting on your knees and you were looking down at Grif. He squinted up at you the sun blinding him slightly but mainly being blocked out by your head.

“(Y/N) we’re on vacation for the first time in our lives and that means two things one that Sarge can’t boss me around and two that we don’t have to do any work so what the hell did you think I was doing?” Grif responded and you smiled down at him.

“Do you really want me to answer that? Because there’s a number of things you could have been doing especially behind this rock.” You pointed out and it took Grif a second to process what you’d said and when he did a bright red blush spread across his cheeks that made you giggle.

“Oh, my gods! You just as bad as Tucker!” Grif shouted reaching up to smack at you and you giggled easily dodging the hand he attempted to smack you with, a smile on his face.

“Hey! I’m just calling it as I see it and right now all I see is you behind a rock by yourself, what exactly did you expect me to think?” You asked him mimicking his words from earlier which caused him to roll his eyes but the smile never left his face.

“Alright smartass I get it, now are you going to stay on that rock or are you going to come down here and join me?” Grif asked and you smiled as you stood up and hoped down from the rock landing next to him barely disturbing the sand as you landed and then plopped down next to him. Kicking your feet up you crossed your hands behind your head and stared up at the sky a comfortable silence falling over the two of you as you just laid there in the warm sand. The silence lasted for a couple of minutes before Grif finally spoke up.

“So what was the real reason that you were looking for me anyway?” Grif asked and you were silent for a couple of seconds before sighing as you sat up loosely wrapping your arms around your knees as you looked out at the ocean.

“In all honesty, I’m just bored.” You told him and Grif’s brow furrowed in confusion as he looked at you.

“You’re bored so you came to find me? I’m sure the others are doing something far more exciting than laying here in the sand.” Grif commented and you sighed again looking up at the sky in mild frustration.

“I’m sure they are too but I don’t know, knowing that I still feel bored. Don’t get me wrong I went to check out what they were doing but I still felt bored just standing there watching them hell I didn’t even think participating sounded fun!” You paused sighing as you ran your fingers through your hair before continuing. “I don’t know maybe I’m broken or something.” You said with a shrug, wrapping your arms around your knees. Grif was silent for a couple of seconds watching you as you stared out at the ocean stretching out in front of you for miles before finally sitting up crossing his legs, he didn’t look at you though instead he started out ahead.

“I wouldn’t say that you’re broken (Y/N) everyone gets bored every now and again, I’m sure the feeling will pass eventually,” Grif said you frowned as you looked at the ocean. You were silent for a moment trying to think of what to say because if you were being honest this boredom had been going on for a while now and no matter what you did you just couldn’t shake the feeling of boredom. Even with the other Reds and Blues doing their usual antics didn’t interest you and you were starting to worry that maybe what you needed was to go on another adventure with the guys. The reason that scared you so much was that you didn’t really want to go on an adventure you wanted to be here, you wanted to stay on this moon, you wanted to stay right here on this beach with Grif and not take orders from Sarge or Washington.

“What if it doesn’t?” You asked him as you wrapped your arms around your legs as you rested your head on top of your knees. You jerked at the sudden weight on your shoulders, looking towards Grif to see that he had wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Relax you’ll be fine, just give it a couple of weeks.” He said giving you a reassuring smile as he pulled you into his side your armor thumping metallically against his and you smiled laying your head on his shoulder.

“Thanks, Grif.” You said still smiling as you watched the water lap lazily at the shore. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you just sat there on the beach listening to the distant screaming of the guys as they did whatever insane stunt they were doing right now though by the sounds of it seemed like Caboose was the one causing the most trouble. You chuckled slightly when you heard Wash’s cry of either terror or anger echoing all the way down to the beach, Grif laughing right along with you. The moment was broken by a small shiny light appearing in the distance, you squinted at the light standing up from Grif’s hold shielding your eyes and trying to get a better look at whatever was in the distance.

“What the hell is that?” You asked causing Grif to look towards the sky with you.

“What are you looking at?” Grif asked and you pointed towards the light which was steadily getting bigger the closer it got.

“That, what the hell is that?” You stated and Grif stood up shielding his eyes with his own hand as he looked where you were pointing. His eyes widened when he saw the shiny dot you had been talking about and the two of you stood there in utter confusion watching as the dot got bigger until the two of you could finally make out what it was.

“Oh my god, that’s a spaceship. Why is a spaceship coming towards us? Why the fuck is there a spaceship?!” Grif shouted in near hysterics.

“Doesn’t matter come on we better get back up there with the others before that ship touches down.” You said as you grabbed a hold of Grif’s hand and began dragging him towards the natural steps leading back up to the bases you guys were staying in.

“Alright! Alright, I’m coming!” Grif shouted as he pulled his hand free shoving his helmet back on and following you up the cliff.

As it would turn out that spaceship hadn’t been carrying anyone intent on hurting the reds and blues, for fucking once, but it had been carrying an entirely different load of problems. Said problems came in the form of a Reporter and her cameraman and the news that they had brought with them, news that meant a number of things and you had mixed feelings about all of it. The news that they had brought with them was the news of another group of reds and blues out there pretending to be you guys and causing a shit load of trouble for the UNSC. Then there was the bombshell to end all bombshells. Along with the news you guys were all now wanted criminals it also turned out that Church was alive, again, and he needed your guys to help and it was that information where your mixed feelings really came in to play. On one hand, you wanted to go save Church, you knew you guys should go save Church and dare you to think if you were also excited about the idea of going on another adventure. On the other hand, though you didn’t want to, you didn’t want to go save Church, you didn’t want to deal with his problems again, you didn’t want to risk your life for an AI that barely managed to tolerate any of you. Despite all of that though you found yourself agreeing to go along with everyone, to help them save Church which is also why you were currently standing outside in between Lopez and Simmons only half paying attention to what Sarge was saying.

“That’s a good point, Lopez, where is Grif?” At the mention of Grif’s name, you were snapped out of your thoughts blinking a couple of times and looking around, your brow furrowed in confusion when you didn’t see him.

“Yeah, I haven’t seen him since the meeting. (Y/N) have you seen him?” Simmons asked looking over at you and you shook your head.

“No, I haven’t seen him since the meeting either.” You responded. Your gut twisted uncomfortably as a heavy feeling settled in your gut and you surrounded the area, it was like Grif to wander off but it was unlike you not to see where he went.

“I know what’s happening! He’s been captured by the Whites! This. Means. War.” Sarge stated completely serious and you sighed looking down at the ground, now you were incredibly glad you hadn’t really been paying attention to what Sarge had been saying.

“Sarge I really don’t think Grif was captured by the Whites.” You told him but he ignored you turning around to face where the blues were standing talking to Dylan and Jax.

“Nonsense (Y/L/N)! Of course, those Whites would capture Grif those conniving devils! Follow me, men!” Sarge shouted as he ran down the hill towards the blues and Dylan and Jax. You and Simmons both sighed heavily while Lopez muttered something in Spanish that neither of you could understand before you and Simmons ran after Sarge.

“Back off, missy! We know you have Grif! Give him back or I start shootin’!” Sarge shouted as he raised his shotgun and pointed it at Dylan and once again you sighed heavily reaching up and hitting your palm against your helmet.

“Sarge for the last time she doesn’t have Grif!” You shouted at him but your words went unheard by Sarge once again and you dropped your head back looking up at the sky as you shook your head listening to the others confirm what you’d already told him. You cared about Sarge you really did but sometimes… ok, a lot of times you were left wondering how the man hadn’t gotten himself killed yet with his stupidity, then again with the track record all of you had even if he did get killed he’d probably come back to life.

“Great. Just great. Now we’ve gotta find Grif, we don’t have time for this!” Tucker complained and your head snapped up to level a glare at him.

“If this was one of your teammates I’m sure you wouldn’t be complaining about having to look for him.” You grumbled just barely loud enough for Simmons to hear and you could feel him send a look your way but you ignored it as you attempt to make Tucker spontaneously combust.

“I agree, let’s pack up and prepare to move out, I’m sure he’ll turn up,” Washington said, at the last bit he looked over at you from where you were standing next to Simmons and you muttered a couple things under your breath but stopped staring at Tucker. He was right Grif would probably turn up in the end, he always did, but that didn’t mean you felt any better about not knowing where he was.

“Right.” You agreed with him and Wash nodded.

“I’ll go check the pantry,” Simmons said as he turned to walk towards the bases with everyone else and you nodded.

“I’ll check the beach.” You told him turning and walking in the opposite direction, it wouldn’t hurt to look for him a little bit before packing after all.

~Elsewhere~

“And you’re sure you saw him go in?” Dylan asked Jax as she looked away from the cave entrance and towards her cameraman who nodded his head.

“Yeah! He was acting just like Gollum, he was all mutter and crawly…” Jax trailed off when Dylan looked back at the cave a quick moment of silence fell over the two of them as Dylan thought of what to do.

“Ok, you stay here I’m going to go in and see if I can talk the cat out of the tree,” Dylan said already walking towards the cave.

“Wait! You don’t want me to come with you and film?” Jax asked and Dylan shook her head.

“No, I doubt he’ll even talk to me but I know for a fact there’s no way he’s going to talk to the two of us besides I don’t think this is a moment he’d want to be filmed anyways. So you just stay here I’ll handle this.” Dylan said turning back around and walking into the cave entrance. For a couple of feet, Dylan walked in silence following the surprisingly narrow tunnel to a slightly larger area and it wasn’t until she noticed an orange figure sitting on the floor with their head against the wall a few feet away that she finally said anything.

“Grif?... Grif?” Dylan asked her voice calm and soft like she was trying not to scare away a timid animal as she slowly walked up to Grif who didn’t look away from the ceiling to look at her.

“Go away,” Grif stated his voice heavy and his tone fed up but serious at the same time. Dylan took a deep breath as she mentally prepared herself to talk to Grif like she would any other person she was interviewing. Calm, cool, and collected with a hint of concern and caring in her voice she would need all of that if she hoped to figure out what was wrong with Grif and why he wasn’t with the others.

“I just want to talk,” Dylan said her tone calm and confident as she stopped a reasonable distance in front of him.

“Yeah well, I don’t want to talk to you! Or to anyone for that matter! So make like a tree and fuck off!” Grif shouted as he lowered his head to look at Dylan. Dylan could feel the glare he was giving her even through the helmet he was wearing. This was going to be trickery than she thought it would have been.

“I… see you’re upset,” Dylan stated hesitating for a second before continuing making sure to choose her words carefully. “Can I ask you why you’re upset?” She finished and Grif’s glare did not lighten if anything it only worsened as he stood up, picking his gun up from where he’d laid it beside him.

“You! You are why I’m upset! You show up here unannounced and you drop a fucking bomb on us! And then everyone goes springing into action! We are supposed to be done! We are supposed to be retired! I don’t wanna go on another adventure! I don’t wanna listen to Sarge! I don’t wanna get shot at! I don’t want to shoot at other people! I want to relax! I want to chill!!!! I want to sit down and chill and not have to worry about dying every fucking second but thanks to you I can’t do that now can I?!” Grif shouted his words filled with a mix of frustration and anger. Dylan blinked him a couple of times as she calmed her own emotions, she was now extremely glad she’d left Jax outside she’d been yelled at and blamed for things before so she could handle this, this she was used to, but she highly doubted Jax was.

“So what? You just want to leave Church to his fate?” She asked and that seemed to be the wrong thing to ask him because he all but lost it at that.

“FUCK CHURCH! I spent half my life dealing with his shit! His ex-girlfriend! His daddy issues! His resurrections! His bullshit! Why can’t he just stay dead?” Grif’s anger had tapered off towards the end of that and all that was left was hurt mixed with what seemed like desperation. A moment of silence followed suit as Dylan thought of what to say and Grif waited to see what the reporter would do, hoping that she would just end up walking away and leaving him alone.

“You know I’ve spent a lot of time looking at logs, reading transcripts, and talking to eyewitnesses and you want to know what they all say? They all say the same thing about you that you’re the lazy one, the one who doesn’t care…” Dylan paused for second thinking ahead a couple of words.

“Nailed it,” Grif stated when she paused and Dylan scowled at him before continuing.

“And you know what? I think they’re wrong because your actions tell a completely different story. They tell a story of someone who always answers the call, who cares about his friends, who always help them when they need it and is willing to fight for them just the same. But more importantly, they tell the story of someone who’s willing to fight for the greater good. I mean I saw you giving Sarge CPR in the Blood Gulch logs! You saved his life! And you expect me to believe that you actually want Church to stay dead? Admit it Grif you care about your friends just like your sister said.” Dylan finished and there was a beat of silence as the two of them stared at each other and for a moment. Just a moment Dylan had hope that she had changed his mind.

“YOU DON’T KNOW THE FIRST THING ABOUT ME, LADY!!! I HATE EVERYBODY! I HATE SIMMONS!! I HATE SARGE!! I HATE DONUT!! BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY OF ALL, I HATE FUCKING CHURCH!!! SO GO AHEAD AND PRINT THAT IN YOUR FUCKING PAPER!!!” Grif exploded. Anger radiated off of him in waves as he stormed past her.

“What about Private (Y/L/N)?! Do you hate her too?!” Dylan shouted after him as she spun around to face him desperate to get him to stop and actually think about what she had said. Grif stopped mid-stride not bothering to turn around and instead staring straight ahead.

“What did you say?” He asked his tone was almost unreadable now and Dylan gulped fear gripping her fast but she’d crossed worse lines than this and there was no going back now.

“I said what about Private (Y/L/N)? I told you Grif I’ve watched the logs from Blood Gulch you expect me to believe that you really hate her?” Dylan asked and she couldn’t fully tell but she was pretty sure that Grif had tensed up as he continued to refuse to look back at her.

“Yeah well don’t believe everything you see on the internet.” Grif’s tone was still unreadable as he stalked out of the cave leaving Dylan there to wallow in her failure for a couple of seconds before she sighed and walked out of the cave. Jax was still standing there waiting for her when she got out.

“So how’d it go?” Jax asked and she rolled her eyes like he didn’t already know from how Grif had stormed out of the cave.

“Not good. I just hope I didn’t mess anything up for these guys now come on we better be getting back.” Dylan said and she honestly did mean it. For the first time in a long time, she was actually worried that she may have fucked everything up beyond repair.

~Back with the Others~

You were standing in front of two spaceships with the others that unease in your stomach growing worse and worse the closer it got to all of you leaving, of course, it didn’t help that Grif still wasn’t here. Simmons hadn’t found him in the pantry and you hadn’t managed to find him on the beach, you had even checked his room and a few other places before you forced to actually pack for this mission and you still hadn’t found him and now you were just getting more nervous and more and more worried about what had happened to him.

“Alright everyone listen up! We’re going to be splitting up! Attacking this situation from both flanks will generally be easier. Carolina and I will be paying a few visits to some fellow Freelancer alumni to see if we can learn anything meanwhile the rest of you with the help of the press will locate the source of Church’s message. Now enough words, wheels up in 10 and remember-Oh!” Wash cut himself off as he looked to his right all of you doing the same. Immediately the feeling in your stomach and the tension in your body disappeared when you saw Grif walking towards you all.

“Well look who’s finally decided to grace us with his presence!” Wash finished and you rolled your eyes. Wash may have been teasing him but you could tell that he was just as glad as you were that Grif has shown up.

“Great! Everyone’s here we can all leave now.” Tucker said with some relief in his voice but mainly urgency. He was already starting to move to the ship all of you would be taking.

“And where have you been, soldier?!” Sarge shouted moving so that he was standing next to Wash and you moved so that you could actually see Grif who stopped a couple of feet away from the group rather than joining the rest of you. Your brows furrowed at that, usually Grif would come to stand right next to you or at the very least he would go to stand next to Simmons he never kept his distance like this.

“Thinking.” He said after a moment of hesitation and the others all made noises of either disbelief or laughter.

“Oh yeah? About what?” Tucker asked with a scuff.

“About food probably,” Simmons responded and you glared at the both of them, you may have been wearing a helmet but they caught the fact that you were glaring at them and stopped laughing before they could even begin. The two of them looked away from you and refused to look back until you had looked away.

“No. Actually, I was thinking that I quit.” Grif stated and you were frozen as you stared at him blinking a couple of times there was no way that he had just said that, you must have heard him wrong.

“What? Quit what?” Simmons asked and Grif looked at him.

“The military. You. All of you, take your pick, either way, I’m not going, I’m staying.” Grif’s voice was firm and clear as he looked around at all of you his gaze lingering for a couple of seconds on you before moving quickly to someone else.

“What?” You breathed out shock had taken a hold of your body and you found that you couldn’t really move, your brain was moving a mile a second trying to process what it was that was happening.

“You can’t quit! That’s not allowed!” Tucker shouted, your question getting drowned out by his statement.

“Yes, I can. I can do whatever the fuck I want, I’m not in the military anymore you guys don’t get to tell me what to do anymore especially you Sarge.” Grif stated and there was a certain amount of joy to his tone that only seemed to fuel the shock and confused chaos that was your mind as you continued to stare at him.

“But… But what about Church?” Caboose asked his voice tiny and hurt as he looked at Grif.

“Oh my god, can’t you all just let it go already? Church has died and come back more times than I can care to count and it’s starting to get fucking old.” Grif said looking mainly at Caboose when he said it and Caboose looked down at the ground.

“What the fuck dude? Seriously?! You’ve always been selfish but this really takes the fucking cake!” Tucker shouted and Grif turned his attention to him as he was silent for a beat.

“I don’t like you,” Grif stated his voice calm and almost emotionless as he stared directly at Tucker before looking at the rest of you.  “Any of you.” He added on. At that, your brain stopped completely everything you had been thinking disappearing instantly and instead being replaced with the words the Grif had just said.

“Listen, guys, we’ve known each other for a long time and I just figured that you should all hear it from me first. I’m done.” Grif said as he turned around and walked off.

You just stood there staring at his retreating figure as your brain continued to replay what Grif had just said, as your brain repeated those three little words that had managed to completely destroy you in a matter of seconds. Your heart was thumping wildly in your chest and you couldn’t move, you couldn’t feel anything other than the tightness in your chest and you couldn’t hear anything as you just stood there watching Grif walk away shock and hurt rendering you immobile. Shaking your head you forced yourself to think of something else, you had to do something, you had to get to the bottom of this you couldn’t just let him walk away. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t.

“Pssh, who needs him?! Good riddance is what I say!” Tucker shouted after him and that finally snapped you back into action as you started moving forward.

“Tucker!” Wash yelled at him as he hit Tucker watching as you moved forward.

“(Y/N)?” Wash asked his voice gentle as he watched you but you ignored him, walking in the direction that Grif had left in.

“Where the hell are you going?” Tucker asked you.

“I’m going to talk to him.” You responded not bothering to turn around as you kept walking.

“What?! What about Church?!” Tucker shouted after you his voice filled with frustration and disbelief.

“Church waited this long to get a message to us, one more fucking minute isn’t going to hurt him.” You responded your voice making it clear that you weren’t about to be swayed on this topic.

“Which is exactly-” “Enough Tucker. Let her go talk to him.” Sarge interrupted him and Tucker looked at Sarge in shock, that was the first time he was pretty sure that Sarge had ever addressed him by name let alone in such a fatherly tone of voice. Grumbling a couple of things under his breath Tucker turned and walked away from all of them heading to the reporter's spaceships.

“We’ll be waiting for you!” Simmons shouted after you as he turned around and walked away with the others. You ignored them all as you jogged a little to catch up with Grif. You found him standing in the same spot that you had found him this morning. You stopped where you were staring at him for a couple of seconds as you tried to calm your rapidly beating heart before walking up to him.

“Grif I-” “Go away (Y/N).” Grif interrupted you before you could say anything else his voice almost emotionless as he stared out at the sea and you stopped walking towards him.

“Grif please I just want to talk to you.” You were having a hard time keeping the pleading out of your voice and keeping your emotions under control as you shifted.

“Yeah well I don’t want to talk to you besides don’t you have a spaceship to board and a dead guy to go save?” he asked and this time there was a bit of hurt to his tone which only seemed to only make the tightness in your chest worse.

“I don’t care about that right now, all I care about right now is you and figuring out what the hell is going on with you right now?” You said and finally, Grif turned to look at you.

“Oh don’t pretend like you actually care.” His words practically slapped you in the face as he glared at you from underneath his helmet.

“I-wha… what? Grif what are you talking about? Of course, I care about you, how can you say that?” The tightness in your chest had gotten worse and now there was an almost nauseous feeling in your stomach as you stared at him your eyes full of hurt.

“Cut the bullshit (Y/L/N)!” Grif shouted suddenly and you flinched taking a step back from him. Having him call you by your last name hurt more than him saying that he didn’t like you ever could.

“Grif, please-” “No! You know I honestly thought that you would get it, that you out of everybody would understand what it was like to be on vacation what it was like to constantly help people who couldn’t care less about you and whether or not you lived or died. I honestly thought that we were on the same page when it came to finally have a vacation.” Grif ranted and you shook your head your eyes stinging with tears of frustration and hurt as you took a step towards him.

“I do Grif, I understand that I really do and we are on the same page we’ve always been on the same page.” You pleaded with him desperate to get him to see that you weren’t the enemy here, that you weren’t trying to hurt him. Desperately trying to figure out what was going on.

“Stop lying to me (Y/L/N)! Do you honestly think that I didn’t see the way your eyes lit up when Tucker and Caboose demanded that we go find and save Church?! How you looked the most excited and interested than you had in weeks?! How you all but tackled Tucker and Caboose in your rush to agree with them?! I may be lazy (Y/L/N) but I’m not fucking stupid! In the end, you’re just like them, all you care about is going on adventures, risking your life for a guy who’s been dead for pretty much a year at this point! We were never on the same page you were just pretending to like me, to enjoy spending time with me while we were on this vacation just so you’d have something to do.” Grif said and you could hear the hurt in his voice. You shook your head again taking a step towards him as a single tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it. It hurt that Grif was saying this, that he was using your last name, but what hurt the most was the fact that you knew he was right, not about the using him thing but about the fact that this was the most excited you’d been in weeks. That you had practically jumped on the opportunity to get off this moon. It hurt that he was right about that and that you were all but defenseless to stop it.

“Grif please if you would just… if you would just let me explain.” You pleaded with him but he turned away from you.

“Don’t bother.” His voice had gone back to that emotionlessness before and you hated it. Hated how it didn’t seem like he was feeling anything. Hated how he could say those words like the years of the two of you being together and, the years of trusting and of being there for each other hadn’t even fucking mattered to him.

“Grif, please-” “GO (Y/L/N)!” Grif shouted easily drowning out your weak voice. You flinched again opening your mouth to say something before closing it and turning around.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered before walking away. Tears were falling steadily down your face and your shoulders shook slightly with silent sobs that you were desperately trying to get under control before walking on to the spaceship. You were grateful when no one said anything to you as you walked onto the spaceship and even more thankful when no one questioned you about what happened with Grif instead you moved to the nearest empty seat and remained silent as the spaceship took off. Leaving Grif and the remnants of your heart with it in the process.

[love-beyond-space-war]

First regular Halo RvB oneshot. Requester was on Wattpad. I saw this as you're Sarge's adopted Daughter for age reasons. You're an adult in this, of course.

I really enjoy Dexter Grif, lol- Kept it general for when this takes place although it's implied to be before his sister arrives in Season 5 as it was not specified.

Approval

Pvt. Dexter Grif x Sarge's Daughter! Reader

Synopsis: Sarge thought it was a good idea to bring more firepower to the red team. What no one expected was Sarge to bring his daughter in. Imagine Grif's dilemma when he finds himself falling for you, the daughter of the man who he loves to irritate.

Content Warnings: Kissing, Forbidden relationship, Swearing, Other than that it's cute.

"You can't be serious...." Simmons sighs, looking over to Grif in disappointment.

"I am serious, Simmons!" Grif huffs, leading to Simmons groaning.

"Sarge would have your head if he caught you with her, y'know that?" Simmons muses. "I mean, she only joined Red a few months ago and you're already-"

"Not so loud, dude! What if she hears? That or Sarge!?"

"Doesn't sound like my problem."

"Okay, Kiss Ass."

Grif sighs and walks away from his friend. Maybe it was a mistake to consult Simmons about how he feels. Although he certainly wasn't saying it to Donut.

Truth is, Grif hasn't been feeling too well emotionally ever since he met Sarge's daughter, (Y/N). You were a bit younger than Grif and so unlike your father. Grif always assumed you weren't blood related because of that.

Sarge was so... Sarge. Ruthless and commanding, although it was fun to annoy him. You on the other hand? You made Grif's heart flutter.

You were so much nicer to him than Sarge. You even asked Sarge to go easier on him at one point. For that he was grateful.

You and Grif made surprising friends due to the relations with Sarge. Although you made him happy and he seemed to also make you happy. He never thought he'd find someone like you on the team.

Over the months he's known you his feelings only grew stronger. The only issue was expressing them. Which was hard to do for one big reason.

Sarge, your father. There's no way Sarge would approve of you dating him. That thought both angered and pained Grif.

"You good, Grif?" You ask softly, your voice shaking him from his thoughts. Grif's visor looks towards you. If only you knew....

"Ah... I guess, yeah. Simmons was giving me trouble again."

You sigh, irritated. He could read your emotions just by your tone.

"Wish Simmons and Sarge gave you more respect, Grif." You say, upset.

"Do you really mean that? They've always been like this-"

"Of course! Atleast I have the decency to treat you with respect. You're a pretty good guy, Grif."

Oh his heart ached....

"That means a lot...."

"(Y/N)!"

Grif freezes when he hears your name being called. Great, it's Sarge.

"Yes, dad?"

"Why are you talking with Grif?"

"I happen to enjoy talking with Grif?"

"He's a bad influence, (Y/N). Lazy as all hell...."

"Hey!"

"He's fun to talk to, dad."

"I would rather you talked with Simmons if anyone here."

"Simmons is a Kiss Ass."

Grif laughs softly at your comment, you really did have his back. Maybe he could give this a try...

"Language, (Y/N). Simmons is a good man."

"Say what you will, dad."

You snicker before walking away. Desperate to get out of Sarge's gaze and talk with you more, Grif follows. If he could just get you alone....

"You seem off, Grif."

Grif feels you put a hand on his shoulder. Your touch is comforting, he feels he can do this.

"Admittedly... a little?"

"Is it my father?"

"That's part of it."

"Yeah, I get that. He's just so..."

"Him?"

"Yeah."

Grif sits down in the base with you. It's just you and him in private. He breathes in before speaking.

"It's been a hard few months but I felt I should tell you this."

"Mhm?"

"(Y/N)..." Grif sits closer. "I like you, like, more than just a comrade."

You look at him. It's hard to tell your expressuon through your visor. But what you did next said all he needed to know.

You shift closer before pulling him into your embrace. You both say nothing, cherishing the moment. Grif could tell you felt the same.

"I had a feeling you'd say that." You say, pulling away enough to tug at your helmet. Grif was left awestruck upon seeing your face. It took you tapping his helmet to snap him out of it.

"Come on, you shy?"

"(Y/N)...." Grif says in shock before removing his helmet. Once off, you wrap your arms around him and kiss him. Grif pauses before kissing back.

He was admittedly not that experienced. Yet neither were you. That didn't change the fact you both were enjoying yourselves.

It felt nice for the both of you. Wrapped around each other and sharing a very intimate moment. It felt meant to be....

Soon you both pull away, looking at each other in bliss. You couldn't be happier.

"God I love you...."

"Same to you, Grif...."

"(Y/N) and Grif!"

"Ah shit...."

You both freeze upon hearing Sarge's voice.

"You have some explaining to do!"

[bloodgulchsunflower]

Requests are open for anything RvB stuff!

Rules:

For Character x Character fanfics the only ones I’ll do are Grimmons (Grif X Simmons), Anderboose (Caboose X Andersmith)*, Tuckington (Tucker X Washington) and Darge** (Sarge X Simmons). For Character X Readers, I only do X Male! or X Gender Neutral! Readers***. I'm also only on Season 16 PT.2, so don’t give me requests that involve spoilers!!! * platonic or fluff only! Caboose is too pure ** I've never actually seen this ship before [so I made up the name myself] but I could see it honestly ***Same rule applies for Caboose X Readers, only fluffy or platonic, the boy is too sweet

Other Rules:

Just don't request rape/incest/pedo shit. That's it, kinks whatever, just no fucked up stuff.

[pyrotic-goat]

update. Grif chapter is next for Griftober

[josugayy]

Craziness at Midnight [RvB]

Pairing: Blue Team X Fem!Blue!Reader Fandom: Red Vs Blue (RvB) Notes: Welcome to Hell, AKA Blood Gulch! Warnings: Language, Typical Reds and Blues

You would think, after spending years with this dysfunctional group called Red Team and Blue Team, you would get tired of things. But no. Everyday is a new adventure, whether someone liked it or not.

Take for instance, your arrival to Blood Gulch and Blue Team. Believe it or not, you were one of the first to arrive, yet Church and Tucker still insisted on calling you “Rookie.”

You were there during the time that Flowers was alive, or at least when you arrived, it was three hours before he died.

It was a bit traumatizing to witness on your first day, but while Flowers seemed like a nice and understanding guy, he looked like he had something else planned, something not good.

Not that you minded anymore, because he was long gone - and you were still stuck in this godforsaken Hell of a canyon. And if the canyon wasn’t bad enough, it was the people.

When looking back to the time before the arrival of Caboose, Church and Tucker liked to claim things were peaceful; which was complete and utter BS, because if  anybody on Blue Team liked to bicker, it was those two. They always seemed to find little things to bother the other about, which was exactly why you stayed out of things.

It was hard, at first, staying out of their conflict when Tucker tried to flirt with you constantly and Church considered you the only other sane person here, although he grumbled about you never bothered to actually talk to him so he didn’t want to say much.

And it was true, you were being selfish. But did you care? No. You spent a lifetime training during your life to help the UNSC, only to be sent to the middle of absolute nowhere because your fiery temper caused a large fight. It wasn’t your fault this army was full of misogynist assholes!

But you supposed that knocking five guys out and mortally injuring another was a bit unnecessary...

Life seemed to consider that was alright, though, because it came back to bite you in the ass by Tucker finding your reason as a good excuse to say he liked woman with a hot (in both ways) temper.

And after Caboose came along? Things turned way more hectic. Caboose was quite the character, having what turned out to be O’Malley inside his head, and thus setting him free because everyone’s radio was on.

And figuring out who he was without O’Malley was entirely another story. On the plus side, you found you were relatively okay with kids, or at least as close to a five-year-old-in-a-man’s body could get.

You couldn’t exactly claim it was easy to take care of Caboose, it wasn’t like raising a kid, it was like having your kid be the same way every day, never growing up. It made things routine, but at the same time a tad frustrating because there were some things Caboose just couldn’t comprehend.

But, you found out the hard way you simply had to deal with it, for Tucker didn’t care and Church had a quicker temper than you. Thus, you managed to develop a sort of bond with Caboose, which brings you to now.

“Miss [Name]! Miss [Name]!” Caboose’s excited voice called out, waking you up from a nap. You sat up groggily, rubbing your eyes. What could be so important to wake you up for?

It was useless to fight Caboose off, however, because that could go one of two ways; Caboose disappointed or Caboose using his abnormal strength to get you up. You preferred neither, so you took out your [variation of blue] armor and opened your door just in time to see Caboose there.

“Hello!” He responded cheerfully.

“Yes, hi, Caboose. What is it?” He seemed to think for a few moments.

“Uh... oh! Right! Well, Church and Tucker are doing this thing and they want me to help, and they said you would make me cookies for it but I didn’t like Tucker’s tone so I thought I’d come to you.”

Lately, those two have been making all sorts of weird plans that have you concerned - not necessarily for them, but for yourself. There’s an unbelievably high chance of something blowing up in this canyon, and you wanted nothing to do with it.

“Thanks, Caboose. I’ll check it out, because those two haven’t talked to me.”

“Okay! But you’re still making cookies right?”

“Of course.”

--

“Oh. My. God. This whole thing was stupid from the start! I cannot believe you right now.”

“Ok, this? This wasn’t my fault. You were the one to forget the batteries, not me!”

“You literally ripped a hole in the sleeping bag!”

“So? We have more!”

“No, you dumbass, we have four. And now we’re short one!”

“What does it matter anyways? It’s only just gonna be the two of us?”

“Could you be any more dense?  First, we asked Caboose to help, who will insist on coming because I’m his best fri- fr- you know what forget it. Plus, he literally just ran off calling for the rookie! She’ll end up coming along too!”

“Good! And maybe, since according to you this whole thing has been ruined, it can be just me and her!”

It wasn’t hard to find Church and Tucker; those two were arguing so loudly you wouldn’t be surprised if the Red Team heard them. But you were a bit cautious about whatever they were doing, and you were not willing to be left alone with Tucker.

“Are you kidding me? I’m not letting you alone with [Name]! She’s the only other person who’s sane here, and I will not have you turning her insane because you annoyed her past her limit.”

“Annoy? Woah man, I don’t annoy people. My flirting skills are just so great that all the ladies play hard to get!”

Seriously, just how long will these guys believe that no one hears their conversations? Considering how bored everyone gets, you and Caboose couldn’t have been the only ones to hear them.

“Hey! Second best married couple!” You yelled, making them stop abruptly.

“Second best?”

“Yeah! You ever heard those guys from Red Team? They argue twice as much as you guys do! I was walking the other day, and all those two do is stand around and bicker like some old married couple.”

“Isn’t that what we do? Stand around and talk all day?”

“Yeah, but ours is more consistent. All they do is argue while we come up with shitty plans.”

“Makes sense.”

“Well anyways,” You got back to the task at hand. “What the hell are you two up to?”

“Nothing!” They both rang out, obviously doing a bad job of keeping a secret from you.

“Oh, don’t give me that,” you complained. “I heard you two chatting about batteries and ripped sleeping bags. I also heard my name involved, and I’d like to know what I’m being forced into.”

“Well,” Church said after a thoughtful pause. “We’re looking for a way out.”

You almost thought he was joking. “ A way out?”

“Yeah.” Tucker responded. “We’re sick and tired of all this sun, and thought we could leave through the caves. It’s a hella lot cooler in there, and we haven’t looked at them enough to say there isn’t a path out of this closed off area.” “...Alright. I want in.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. Look, everyone could use a break. Plus, that’s just the thing. We don’t know what’s out there, so who’s saying we won’t get killed? As one of the only capable people here (probably the only one actually), I have to make sure you don’t die.”

“Aw, how sweet-”

“Shut up Church. It’s that, and I don’t want whatever we find to kill me.”

“Oh. Well, we do have supplies for everyone here, considering we can’t leave Caboose here without the base blowing up-” A loud explosion towards the back of the base sounded. “Tucker did it!”

“As I was saying,” Church continued. “But we’ll need a way to leave without the Reds expecting anything. The last thing we need is even more idiots showing up.”

“Oh that’s easy,” Tucker scoffed. “Just make some scarecrows with our colors and helmets on them.”

“Yeah, but don’t make them too convincing. Some of us here are dumb enough to get them mixed up.”

--

“So...” Grif trailed off, getting more bored by the second as Simmons stared through his sniper rifle. “You find whatever it was that exploded?”

“Nah,” Simmons answered. “Probably another one of the Blues’ failed projects.”

“You sure? Usually they’d be yelling at each other.”

“Well, it looks like they’re just standing around and talking, so I’d say yeah. Nothing productive going on there.”

“Same here,” Grif mumbled under his breath.

“Well, I’m gonna... go downstairs and eat. Since nothing ‘productive’ is going on. This watch is stupid.”

“What? You can’t leave.”

“Why not?”

“Why not? Why not? Grif, literally all you do is nothing all day. Sarge would be pissed at you. The least you could do is bear this until Sarge calls us down for his new plan.”

“Simmons! Grif! Get down here ASAP!”

“Speaking of which...”

--

Meanwhile, in the back of the Blue base, everyone was “having fun” with arts and crafts. And by fun, you meant Caboose was having fun, Church was done with his, and you and Tucker were arguing over your scarecrow.

“Haven’t you ever thought about how perverse and rude that is?!”

“Well, we want this to fool the Reds, right? So they have to be accurate!”

Tucker was trying to convince you to use something to mimic your breast size for your scarecrow. This caused a lot of commotion, and thus why neither you nor Tucker had finished your scarecrows.

“...And, done!” Caboose called, satisfied with his coloring. He put down his blue crayon and Church helped him put the shirt on the scarecrow.

“Hey, you guys done with your spat?” Church turned to you both.

“You know what, forget this!” You threw down the extra helmet you had to the ground. “You want it accurate, make it yourself!”

“Maybe I will!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

“I’ll be inside, packing my and Caboose’s bags. Caboose; orange juice or milk?”

“Orange juice, please!”

“Alright.” You nodded your head. “If you need me, I’ll be inside.”

There was a moment of silence as you walked inside, and Church seemed to be stunned at the relatively calm (at least for them) results. But after thinking about what he would do if he commented, he decided to leave it be and pack his own bag.

When everything was all said and done, the tension between you and Tucker managed to slip away (as it does for everyone), and you all gathered in the back of your base once again.

“Okay. So, Tucker, you and me are going to set up the scarecrows, while Rookie and Caboose are going to get Sheila to drive beside them as they head to the caves to shield them.”

“Right.” Tucker nodded.

“You got that, Caboose?” “Of course. Wait, what are we doing again?” A collective sigh sounded out.

Tucker and Church carefully picked up a scarecrow in each hand, and tried to use them as cover as Tucker placed two on the roof, and two facing towards the others (backs to the Red base).

Sheila drove slowly, with Caboose and you slowly moving beside her, and once you two got to the caves, Sheila started heading back.

However, halfway she turned a different direction, much to Church and Tucker’s confusion and frustration.

“Sheila!” Church quietly yelled. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m giving the illusion that I am mindlessly driving around,” Her monotone voice responded, but to the others it sounded a bit smug and teasing.

“But we need your cover!” Tucker said, growing more impatient by the second.

Sheila gave no response, but continued turning in different directions. After a couple of moments, she finally faced the caves and started heading that way. But she drove a little too quickly, and they had to jog with her.

Upon reaching the caves, you voiced your complaints. “What took you so long?” You hissed.

“Sheila was being a bit of a bitch,” Church answered. When Sheila turned to aim at Church after his statement, the three of you headed deeper in, where Caboose was staring at the ceiling.

“Caboose, what the hell are you doing?” Tucker asked.

“Finding the way.” He simply responded.

“The way?”

“Oh yeah, There are weird carvings on the ceiling of each area, so I look at them to find my special spot.”

“...” All of you were speechless at his sudden intelligence; his plan made perfect sense.

Caboose turned to his left and ran off. “Now let’s go find those star unicorns!” And there it goes.

“Well, that was weird.”

“Tell me about it.”

--

“Hey, what are the Blues doing?”

“Oh, same as usual. Standing around and talking. Look, it’s like they’re immobilized.”

“Are they?”

“Can’t really tell, they’re too far away. But since there’s nothing better to do in this place, I’m assuming that’s what they’re doing.”

--

“Ugh, I’m tired. How much longer is this?” You complained, feeling a bad ache in your feet.

“I can always carry you if you want,” Tucker suggested.

“And give you a chance to grope me? Nah.”

“Worth a shot.”

“Maybe we should take a break,” Church observed as Caboose grew more and more tired. “Caboose, how long will this take?”

“The next area. You can tell by the pretty lights.”

Everyone trudged into the place thankfully, and barely managed to open their sleeping bags before passing out. You had a relatively peaceful sleep until Caboose woke you up.

“Miss [Name]?”

“Ugh...”

“Miss [Name]?”

“What.”

“It’s cold.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it is.”

“No, it’s not.”

“But my arms and legs are freezing!”

You sighed. Clearly, Caboose couldn’t understand sarcasm and denial.

“And what do you want me to do about it?”

“Well, I wanted to share with Church, but he looked scary in his sleep, and I don’t want to be with Tucker. He gropes people.”

“So you want me to share with you?”

“Yes.” Wow, Caboose does not know how to beat around the bush, does he?

“... You’re lucky I’m the only one willing to deal with you. C’mere.”

Tucker woke up, or just barely enough to understand you were about to cuddle with Caboose, and immediately complained. “Oh, so you’ll sleep with him?”

“It’s not like that and you know it! Besides, this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t ripped a sleeping bag in the first place.” That shut him up, but not Church.

“Are you seriously cuddling with Caboose?”

“What’sa matter? Jealous?”

He quickly turned away, and you heard a stern “no.”

“That’s what I thought.” You said, and gazed at the ceiling.

Caboose wasn’t kidding when he said the place had pretty lights. Right above your heads was a bunch of white lights that represented stars; not too bright to keep someone up, but just visible enough to remind someone of actual stars.

In all, you learned that there was night in Blood Gulch. It was just in the caves. And having to travel with the people you’ve been stuck with to see it? Wasn’t so bad. Or, you considered, it could be worse.

You would still never be used to the craziness that is in Blood Gulch, but you sure as heck would be able to look back on these days in interest, and appreciate moments like these.

Your canyon was full of mysteries, both in what environment it has and the people stationed here. But did that matter?

Not to life, who likes to screw you all over in weird ways.

--- Words: 2635

Not quite sure I got their characters right, but I had fun with this. Tell me if I’m missing any warnings and such, and feel free to request!

Thanks for reading!

[heaven-s-black-box]

Alone Time- Wash x Fem!Ex-Freelancer!Reader

Return to File

Recovery date: August 13th, 2023

Description: ok i probably wont actually have 20, but my first req: wash x reader (could be during or post freelancer) where they're trying to hide their relationship, but failing miserably

Notes: This entry was recovered in conjunction with @cabooty, we thank them for their contribution.

Word count: 879

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“Wash.”

The ex-freelancer’s face scrunched up in annoyance as Y/N’s warm breath hit his face; he turned his face a bit further into the pillow and tightened his hold on her. They were squished together on her small cot in the second bunk room of Valhalla.

“Wa-ash,” she sang, this time closer to his ear.

Her hands ran up his back and began running carefully through his hair, working out any small tangles from the night. Washington relaxed his hold around her and slowly pried his eyes open.

His eyes were a bit glassy from sleep, and he blinked slowly as he tried to focus on Y/N’s face.

“Hm, don’t call me that,” he muttered, dropping his head into the crook of her neck.

She sighed, a fond smile settling into her face as she whispered, “Good morning David.”

“Much better.”

“Dork,” she laughed.

---

“Hey, Caboose?” Tucker called as he stepped onto the overlook of their base.

Caboose stopped swinging his feet and looked back over his shoulder.

“Ah, good morning Tucker! Can you make me breakfast?”

“I thought Y/N would have made you breakfast.” He took a seat next to Caboose, leaning back on his hands. “Actually, I haven’t seen her yet.”

“Oh, that’s because she and Church are having alone time.”

“Church? Oh, right… Chur- Wait, what do you mean alone time?”

“Alone time. You know, where I go play outside the base and they stay inside the base. Ya, when we first met Agent Washington they would have alone time all the time… Church would always get sick when that happened, and then we would go explore!”

Tucker opened his mouth to pry a little more, but was interrupted by Sarge.

“Hey blues!”

Tucker let out a long groan, rolling his eyes, and looking down to find the whole of red team in front of their base. They, unlike blue team, were armored up and looked ready for combat; minus Grif who kept swaying like he was falling asleep.

“Dude, no attacks before eight!”

“It’s eight O’one!” Simmons yelled.

“But I haven’t had my breakfast yet!” Caboose complained. “And we aren’t allowed to interrupt alone time, Church said Agent Washington and Ms. Y/N would be very mad if I did.”

“Oh… Well then uh… we’ll be back in an hour.”

“Wait, why are you just accepting this?”

“Son, this ain’t our first rodeo with Agent Wash-” Caboose’s lips began to quiver and his eyes started getting glassy. “Church,” Sarge corrected himself.

“What about Wash?”

Tucker and Caboose whipped their heads around as Y/N stepped out onto the roof, still in her sleep wear and with two MREs in hand. She handed one to Caboose and apologized for taking so long, and came to stand between him and Tucker.

“He stole our flag!” Simmons yelled, changing topics.

“Well, you know the rules… what are you gonna give us?”

She dropped to a crouch, elbows resting on her knees as she ate her breakfast.

The reds started grumbling amongst themselves.

“You know, they really need to start making surrender speeches before they walk across the canyon,” Tucker muttered. He side eyed Y/N. “So… you and Wash?”

Y/N coughed, spitting out some of her food, and scowled at Tucker.

“What makes you say that?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Alone time? You really thought Caboose would keep that to himself?”

After a bit of grumbling to herself, Y/N responded, “I mean, you’re just now finding out about it.”

“Alright!” The blue’s turned back to the surrendering reds. “We have decided that in exchange for our flag, we will babysit Tucker and Caboose.”

“Wait, that sounds like-”

“Deal!”

“Hang on, you’re just giving them prisoners AND their flag!”

“Oh my god! We’re having a playdate! Y/N! Y/N! Can we stay the night?”

“No. Wash and I will pick them up at eighteen hundred, and then you can have your flag back.” She turned to Caboose. “Go back your bag.”

“Yay!”

“Look, if you want alone time I’ll make myself scarce, but please don’t send me over there with him,” Tucker groaned.

“I trust you to babysit him more than any of the reds, just make sure he doesn’t kill anyone. Now get going.”

Begrudgingly, Tucker headed back into the base to grab his stuff. It wasn’t long before he and Caboose stepped out of the ground level and followed the reds back to their base, Tucker flipping Y/N off as he left.

“Where are they off to?” Wash asked, joining Y/N outside in full armor.

“Red base. The reds wanted their flag back in exchange for leaving us alone… I thought it was a good deal.”

Taking off his helmet, Wash frowned in confusion.

“So you gave them prisoners in exchange for giving them their flag back?”

“I’m giving them their flag back in exchange for a date night, er, day.”

“But I just got this armor on,” Wash huffed, squinting off into the distance as a small explosion went off.

“Well,” Y/N hummed. “I can always help you take it off.” A smile forced its way onto Wash’s face as he hung his head with a soft laugh. “By the way, Tucker knows now.”

“God damn it.”

[mexicancarolina]

Not going to dig a grave (Sarge x Red!Reader)

Prompt #25 I thought you were dead.

It felt like your entire body had been crushed by all the debris from the crash. How many days had passed since the accident? One? Two? You didn’t know, but what you knew was that you were starving and in great pain.

Had the other survived? You prayed they did.

You couldn’t move, and it was more difficult every time to breath since some heavy machinery had fallen over your torso. If you hadn’t been wearing your armor you’d probably be dead like the other two soldiers that were in the same room at the moment of the accident.

“Grif? Simmons?” You called out in a whisper for your teammates, and the smell of death was unbearable to you. “Sarge?” You finally called out for your leader, your partner, your lover; and the echo barely traveled through the wrecked ship.

Maybe days passed before you felt the reassure on your chest be relieved, and your helmet be removed, instead of the recycled air you took a deep breath.

Someone held you tightly and you didn’t know Tucker could be so strong to the point of carrying you with your full suit of armor. You flinched painfully when the sunlight hit your eyes once you were out. 

You could see the blurry colors around you: blue, maroon, orange, red, all moving towards you as Tucker got you on your feet on the ground. 

“They’re alive!”

“Thank God, (L/N) is okay.”

A red shadow approached you, sneaking an arm around you, not allowing you to fall down when Tucker let go of you, “I thought you were dead, private.” 

“Don’t dig my grave yet.” You muttered softly at your commanding officer, feeling your legs about to give in at any moment until Sarge had to lift you, carrying you in his arms.

“In Sam’s heaven, (L/N)! I’m not going to dig a grave for my favorite red soldier!” He sounded serious, unlike other times. 

Your sight adjusted to the bright light of the day, and you could see Wash right in front of you, telling Sarge to take you to the small camp they had to make you drink and eat something before you got worse.

Sarge just grumbled some “Don’t tell me how to treat my men, blue.”, before taking you to the small camp they had in the abandoned canyon. 

You were grateful for the lone time you got with him since you didn’t know how much longer you could keep a secret relationship with your sergeant.

“Don’t die on me.” He asked as he helped you to eat, seeing your hands were shaking too much to eat by yourself without dropping everything. “It’s an order, private. I’m not going to dig a grave for the person I care the most.”

You looked up at him, reaching for his hand to lace your fingers together. “I promise, only if you promise to not make me dig yours.” 

He pressed your foreheads together, more like a protective and caring gesture. “I promise.”

[mexicancarolina]

Down to the bone (Sarge x Red!Reader)

Prompt #46 I’m your daughter. 

It was a secret. A secret that was so well kept that nobody in Blood Gulch knew.

It was sickening how everyone thought you had a crush on Sarge and vice-versa.  It was sick since he was well, your father.

He protected you like you were a treasure, even when Tucker found out you were a girl, he scared him off you. He knew you’d never be with a Blue because you were a Red down to the bone. 

He was your guidance and you were his strength. You only had each other in the world. 

You always liked to laugh when Simmons every so often mentioned he would have liked that Sarge was his father, and he got jealous of the paternal affection he had for you. 

You usually never got worried about him getting into battle, no matter what, Sarge would always survive to the most absurd things. But, being in a civil war on Chorus, made you realize he could actually die.

Armonia was never that quiet as it was that day, just a small bunch of people had stayed there, guarding the city, and you were there too, after your father, Grif and Simmons had left way earlier before you woke up (which was surprising).

You were just waiting in the war room to see if there were any news, nothing. 

Doyle soon came in. “Miss (Last Name)!”, he even sounded surprised. “I thought you had gone to Crash Site Alpha with the rest of your team!”

A small dry chuckle escaped you. “They left before I woke up. Looks like Colonel Sarge didn’t want me in the battlefield this time.” Or ever. He never liked when your life was at risk. 

“Oh, dear child, that’s a shame. You could have been really useful on the front lines.”

“What do you mean by the front lines? Don’t you mean the battlefield...in general?”

Doyle took a deep breath like he was preparing himself to say something you wouldn’t like. “Your team was signed up for the front lines, Miss (Last Name).”

There it was. You suddenly felt like if the air was being knocked out of your lungs. The only member of your family you had and your closest friends had left to a dangerous war zone. 

Those thoughts got worse when you heard Kimball’s voice shouting almost frenetically over the radio, “Mayday! Mayday! This is Vanessa Kimball to Armonia! We need immediate ground support! Please respond! Over!”

A trap was your first thought. But after you had heard Carolina also calling for help you had to go after that key that put everyone’s lives at risk. 

You just hoped it all worked out. 

It felt like a lifetime had passed since that morning, but it was just late evening when you went back to Armonia, after dropping Carolina on the hospital after she fell from a cliff. 

When you stepped in the War Room for the second time in the day, you saw them arrive. Simmons, Grif, and Sarge, all together.

“You!” You growled, with something heavy crushing your chest as you took heavy steps towards Sarge. You knew he was going to say something, but you were so pissed off and worried and, you needed to pull that out of your chest. Your fists connected with his helmet. 

“Don’t you ever dare to leave like that again! I’m your daughter for heaven’s sake!”  You took off your helmet, tears now pricking your eyes. “You’re the only thing I have left....don’t leave like mom did.”

The whole room fell silent. 

Sarge shook his head like he was bewildered by what you did, but then he understood that you weren’t the little girl he had raised once, you weren’t the young trooper that joined the red team. You were a soldier, a strong Captain.

“(Your Name).” He spoke, reassuring, protective as his hand was on your shoulder, and oh god, you missed listening to your name. “You really are a red down to the bone.” 

But, as expected, the bunch of idiots surrounding you broke that sentimental moment. 

“Okay, now I’m going to see Sarge’s face all over (Last Name) from now on. Gross.” Grif sounded horrified and Simmons probably was going to faint. 

“I’ve been jacking off to Sarge’s daughter all this time?!” Tucker asked, voice filled with horror.

You sighed heavily, reaching for your helmet once again, “A red down to the bone, like you, old man.”

“Down to the bone, young lady...” 

[mexicancarolina]

Retired (Sarge x Red!Reader)

So many years, wars, problems, and everything deserved to come to a proper end. It was difficult going back to civilian life, but it was relaxing. 

Maybe you missed all the different bases, your armor, and the adventure, but it was okay since you finally had a chance to relax. 

Sarge looked like he really missed everything, well, it was obvious since most of his life was in the military.

Now, you watched your kids running in the backyard, being chased by their father. you smiled, remembering how Grif would mock Sarge by saying he was more the grandfather than their actual dad, due to the age difference between you two. You watched as Sarge caught one of your sons, lifting him in the air, and kept chasing the other one. Until your smallest son fell to the dusty ground on his face.

You frowned, already walking towards the door that leads to the backyard, watching as Sarge put your eldest son down to check on the other. His face was covered in dirt and he had a small scratch on his knee, a wet path of tears down his face.

“Hey, talk to me, young private.”, Sarge whipped his tears, trying to see if he was okay. “Where does it hurts?” He touched your youngest son’s leg, and the kid flinched, crying louder. 

You kneeled in front of your child, the eldest was still at your husband’s back, watching curiously while the other kept crying. 

“Sweetie? Let’s clean you up.” You picked your son up, heading back to the kitchen, grabbing a wet cloth to clean his face from the dirt and the blood from his knee. 

Sarge soon joined you, carrying your eldest son on his arms.

“Is he okay?” He asked with a frown while holding the other. 

“He is. It’s nothing (Your son’s name) can’t handle, right, young Private?” You smiled, staring down at your child, who gave you a pained smile as he hopped down the chair, getting back to playing with his brother all around the house. 

“Can’t get tired of ‘em!” Your husband chuckled, leaning to kiss your forehead. “Those little reds, they fall, they cry, they play.”

“They kind of remind me of Grif and Simmons.” You bit your lip. 

“In Sam’s heaven! Don’t say that! Ours are better than those dirtbags!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning to kiss his cheek. “Just wait ‘till they are teenagers, Then let’s see what happens.”

“We have years ahead of us. And I want to enjoy them with my two little soldiers and my wife. No! Wait! Got a better idea! What about a little girl?”

“A little girl?” You cocked your eyebrow, surprised by his suggestion. 

Sarge nodded. “A girl! We must make our family bigger! A little girl would help us a lot. She would kick her brother’s asses if she learns from you! She could even kick Grif’s ass!”

All you could do was smile widely and nod, despite all the adventures you had, now it was time for another, and maybe the retirement was one of the best things that could have to happen to you.

[stareiiez]

Flower Petals and Blood

Chapter 3

Church/ Epsilon x Female Reader

Hanahaki Au

Yes, I am back and with a whole new chapter for this series! Nobody asked for this, but here it is. Enjoy peoples!

Minutes seemed to bleed into hours in your blurry mind state. Even if Doc had shown up frantically at your heaving side. The harsh coughing was causing your oxygen intake to depleted little by little and by God did it hurt. A strong pair of arms had lifted your body into the blue base and laid you on a spare army cot in the middle of the living room of the base. With Doc prying your mouth open and trying his best to work on opening your airways enough to stop the coughing, voices drifted away from the entrance of your base. From your position and Doc's never-ending question you could pick out Tucker and Church bickering slightly outside. You thought the asshole would have 'logged off' after the stunt he pulled with you. He stuck around after Tucker had hauled you up from your crouched over the position once Doc dragged him to your location.

With cold klevar covered hands that pressed right on your chest, your mind drifted off in order to avoid the pain you were still in. That was when minutes bled into an hour or two, and the sun in the sky never seemed to move an inch in the clear blue sky outside. You sat up on the army cot not too long after, Doc was putting away the last needle of morphine he had injected into your bloodstream. Your breathing had relaxed and your chest ached slightly, like a harsh reminder to the back of your mind.

"Let me get this straight, I have what again?" A brow quirked up in confusion, your eyes narrowing in suspicion as if Doc was kidding.

"Its called the Hanahaki Disease. Three out of five people get this because they experience a one-sided love with someone else who loves someone else. Sometimes the person doesn't love anyone and the victim suffers because the person doesn't show the same feelings." Doc stated as if some mythical disease was the most normal case of illness he's seen in his life."Flowers bloom in the lungs, and every time you cough, flower petals are coughed up. If you don't confess your love, the petals become more frequent. Oxygen gets cut off the more flowers bloom in your lungs."

"So in the end, what happens to me?" Your voice grew quiet, more like strained at the fact you would have real flowers in your body. Flowers that could be so beautiful but so deadly.

"Well once the petals you cough up darken in color and grow black." There  Doc had paused, maybe it was for dramatic effect, or he had dreaded the end result more than you had. "In the end, you die." The purple armored soldier turned to you, his gold visor concealing a darkened look that held nothing but worry in his brown depths.

"Is there a cure for this damned thing?" You asked quickly before he could utter out the last word. Eyes searching his visor for at least a hint of hope behind the glass.

"Fortunately yes. Although it comes at a price. I would have to cut the flowers from your lungs, and you will never hold these feelings you have for this person ever again. even if he/she shows the same feelings you had you could never love them. This could result in their own case of this disease if the feelings are serious." Doc tried to rest a calm hand on your knee, although in your state it wasn't the best idea.

Your knee bounced up and down as your back grew rigid, with your mind swimming around with frantic thoughts you couldn't hear the knock of klevar gloves knuckles against the steel wall. both blue armored boys, one A.I and one solid living breathing human being was looking at both you and Doc. Concerned etched on flawless faces underneath shades of blue helmets.

"Well? How is she." Church spoke up first, his sniper rifle was clutched in a death grip between his fingers. If he had a breath, the male would be holding it right now.

"Well, _____ has a rare disease called-" You slapped a hand over the mouthpiece of his bright purple helmet. Effectively not shutting him up, but stunning the medic.

"Called the.. Covenant whooping cough. Deadly stuff." You sent an ice cold glare to the medic before your hues turned to both males.

There was a pause, your breath held as if any questions would be asked, or Doc would speak up. Luckily they were both idiots so the boys easily believed you, even if Tucker seemed to move back a few steps. God, he would have made his fingers into a small cross if he could have, much to your luck he didn't.

"Get better then,_____," Tucker spoke up before his steps retreated. His intentions were clear that he didn't want to be ten feet around your 'sick' form.

"Listen, if you need something I'll have one of those idiots bring it to you. Since you know, I'm dead." Church barely watched Tucker nearly bolt from the blue base as he spoke.

"Actually, Church. What she really has is-" Doc had grabbed your hand and tried to pry it from his helmet. The male had no time to finish his sentence before you bolted to your feet and shoved the medic on to the floor. His back striking the cold floor which knocked the breath from him.

"Doc, don't you have to do my physical exam? Where I have to take off all my armor?" You hissed out coldly, eyes cutting down to his sprawled out form. Arms crossing over your chest loosely, the slightest amount of pressure and you'll end up coughing out a lung again.

"Right." The male answered uncertainly as if he finally understood your hint. If not, he just didn't want to be hurt by you again. "Church, I know you're dead but this is still personal."

The A.I/ ghost of a soldier looked at you both before an annoyed groan left his lips. His head slung backward in a dramatic fashion. "God you two are so fucking weird."

With that, he flickered out of existence. You let out a sigh of relief as your body relaxed once again. So close. The purple helmet popped up near your cot until Doc stood up once again. His hands brushing off his armor slightly annoyed that you were so rough to him.

"Was that really necessary?" Doc grumbled under his breath before he looked down at your figure that was now propped up on your elbows.

"I don't need the guy I currently am dying for to know about my real condition." Shaking your head from side to side, your eyes had caught the male's own visor. An unexpressive look must be boring down on your head in waves right now.

"Sorry." You mumbled under your breath. A sympathetic smile had easily eased on Doc's lips from the apology.

"Now, what are you really going to do about this situation?" Doc asked a comforting hand rested on your right shoulder as his heavy form nearly broke the army cot from the armor's added weight.

"We're both going to hide this. No one will know. There must be a different way to lift this 'curse' without surgery or death." A frown creased your brow before a huff left your mouth.

"That's wrong, you know that," Doc stated as he shook his head.

"I don't care no one will know except you. Church will never go for me since he's in love with Texas. I'm not dying from being a third wheel and there's no way in hell that he can go through this. It's not logical  for him to go through this because he's.. immune." You internally cringed at that poor excuse of a poor ass lie but how could you hide such a truth of Church's life to his friends. "I couldn't put someone that I like into such a confusing situation. I need research, Doc, I need Lopez maybe he can help me with the possible outcomes. Robots are smart right?"

"Well-" Doc recoiled back as you stood up to your feet quickly. Chest ached with a new pain that wasn't created by your lungs.

"Screw that idea. Forget it a Spanish talking robot can tell me about some made up illness.” Taking a deep breath your brain scrambled to calm down the whirlwind of thoughts that banged around the crevices of your skull.”Promise me you won't tell Church or anyone else. Lie to them Doc, I know its wrong for you. Please, I'm desperate." Turning on your heel your hues zeroed on the medic. 

With your back to the doorway of the base, you couldn't see the flash of dark blue that was standing there like a mouse staring at a piece of cheese that was in a mousetrap. Poor Caboose, his little gears in his head turned so helplessly as his brain tried to catch up with your words. The only thing he could understand was how in pain and upset you were, he didn't want anyone on his team to be sad. They were his friends, and damnit you were one of them. He was just there at a wrong place wrong time. The male just wanted to go inside for a little snack that you always helped him with. Now he had to find out that you were sick in his mind. You'd go away just like Church did and turn into a ghost.

Your name was uttered with a scared tone which caused Doc and you to whip around quickly. The sight of Caboose standing in the hallway, his hands clamped in front of him. You could practically feel those wide eyes staring at you, maybe there were tears in them already. He was as worried as you were, maybe even more.

"Oh shit." You groaned under your breath. A hand smacked the middle of your face into a facepalm while Doc had called Caboose over to you. This was going to take awhile for you, and one too many story times for the blue soldier about your sick condition.

It took three hours, at most, and too many explanations that were dumbed down to the simplest forms for your blue teammate to understand what was going on with your health.

"So you're growing flowers... in your body?" Caboose tilted his head to the side, a confused look had pulled the corners of his mouth down slightly.

Both you and Doc had been literally exhausted both mentally and physically from explaining the situation to Caboose for the amount of time spent inside. The rest of the team were probably cursing you three out for being lazy, but how harsh could they be if one of them was almost dying from nature.

"Finally, yes Caboose but  you have to keep it quiet alright?" Your eyes flashed up to the male, your head was cradled in your hands. A slight headache was already forming in the back of your mind from all the frustration.

"Yes, I will. Me, you, Doctor, and Sheila."

"Sheila?!" You exclaimed before a tired sigh escaped you. "Fine, an A.I operated tank can't say much. Thank you Caboose."

"You're welcome!" The cheery soldier stated before he nearly ran out of the base to tell his favorite tank the canyon about you. Great. How much worse could your day.

Instantly your hand had pressed against your chest as the pain returned. Wincing and hissing like a madman, you coughed hard. An almost exact copy of a smoker's cough that smoked one too many cigarettes in their days. Squeezing your eyes shut as your oxygen was restricted in your constricted lungs you coughed a few more times. There was a tickling in your throat that seemed to travel its way up to the back of your mouth until the last cough racked your body.

Fluttering in front of your eyes was three flower petals. The color of a clear summer sky, a beautiful baby blue that was dry despite staying inside your body. One hand extended to catch the velvety smooth petals, their shape clearly showed that they were part of roses. Your little rose bush was starting to form in your airways already and this was your first day, how fast was this curse to fuck you over sideways.

If only you could retract your last thought. Your day had gotten a lot worse now and it would only get worse by the day.

[stareiiez]

Flower Petals and Blood

Leonard Church x Female Reader

Hanaki Disease AU

Wow, very hella late update to my series but hey! Its never too late for good ass angst. Also my inbox is still open for requests so pretty please send those in!

Not even did a handful of days pass once the black armored man, sorry bitch man, arrived at the blue base. Of course, you knew to never speak out against her, since she had this team by the balls in her right hand and the team flag in the left. Whoop dee fucking do, your eyes could roll to the back of your head from that mental image. If only you were transferred to Project Freelancer, instead of this shit hole, you could come back just as Texas but maybe your training could leave the female shitting in her own armor. The intimidating aura the woman gave off seemed to fuel your mood into nothing but negative, or stoic, hell you even tried to get along with her. Although nothing worked out, 'girl talk' resulted in her claiming the blues as her own and if you were there just to prove your place on the team she'd knock your ass in the ground. That talk left you with an itching trigger finger as a grated out 'yes ma'am' scraped out past clenched teeth.          

The sun seemed to taunt you with its bright rays that seemed to tan your legs to a crisp underneath the fabric of torn up civil jeans, that were fashioned into haphazard shorts. The warthog's radio hummed its overly played Spanish polka song through scratched speakers. Oil dripped on your cheek before it was cleaned away with a bright red rag that was looped lazily on the underside of the puma. Vehicles always seemed to be broken around the blues, or reds, but you didn't seem to mind. Being alone with your mind focused on just vehicles while Church, Tucker, and Caboose were clambered up on the cliffside. Humming under your breath, to the song, the wrench was tossed out the side of the puma before you yourself scooted out from underneath the vehicle. Grease and other fluids had stained the dark grey tank top you wore, but hell, command gave you too many clothes to go out and waste. Clothes, spare parts, supplies, and the occasional shore leave option came by every two months.

"You'll be purring for sure no like a large cat now." You told the clean four-seater. Moving to the driver side, you turned the keys in the ignition on. In a second the engine purred and rumbled like a happy cat laying in the sun.

Proud of your handy work, you turned the vehicle off. A nice sounding vehicle always brought you happiness. It brought images of you driving this thing in actual streets with the radio blaring old songs that you would sing along to. Maybe you'd have a shotgun rider who's be singing along with you, and acting like a complete fool with you, while you forever cruised down an endless black pavement into the future. Frantically, you shook your head. The shotgun rider had contorted into Church, his stupid smile infecting your brain while his sky blue eyes gazed at you with adoration in their orbs.

"Stop it." You scolded yourself ignorant of your own mind.

Your chest seemed to squeeze painfully at that blissful wonderland. Like your own organs were retaliating and voicing their own pain. It never seemed to hurt as much as you used to woefully mourn over the male's heart captured and locked away by another. The music of the warthog dimmed a little while your ears rang faintly, were you even breathing at this point? A hand rose to rest on your chest to check, the erratic heartbeat calmed you slightly yet the sting of oxygen deprivation made that fade. Drawing in lungs filled the air, you winced from the slight strain. A frown creased your brow, while your hand turned into a loose fist. A few light beats on your chest and the strain eased with a few coughs. Oxygen pulled in freely like there was nothing blocking your airway now.

It was nothing, you convinced yourself. It was possible you had gotten sick with some alien virus. As if nobody was sick in the last three months, except for Caboose. He came down with a small head cold that ended up almost frying his brain at high temperatures. Doc managed to help him breathe through the high fevers after the course of a whole week and a half. A virus couldn't hang around for that long right? Were his lungs hurting as much as yours was?

Your hand rubbed your chest in small circles as if that would ease the stress of the pain that plagued the vital organs. The music that the warthog played soon eased back into your once numbed senses and brought the Spanish polka music to a close with the press of a button from your finger. The silence was golden until the prick of the man who caused you so much pain and confusion was seemingly 'haunting' right over your shoulder. Great.

"What do you want Casper the little shithead aren't you supposed to be burning in hell?" You bit out with a slight venom laced with your words.

"Can't a ghost of a dead guy show up to watch over his-" A hesitation in his voice hurt more than that pain in your chest ever could. "Teammate." He finished.

"You aren't-" Fuck, you can't come right out and blurt it. Flowers would be rolling in his grave as well as all of Project Freelancer. Hell, even his freelancer buddies who were running around would slit your throat if they reached you.

That's if they were still around, how many years has it been since the Project fell? Three years? Maybe it was less than that word about those 'scary guys with guns' was a topic you all avoided.

"I am dead, you idiot, my grave is right where you're standing. I guess I just have unfinished business here so God, or whoever won't let me rest." Church groaned out tiredly as if a ghost could actually be tired.

"Right, so why bother my ass again?" A brow rose unamused brow upwards.

"You know how ghosts can 'possess' people like in those out of date movies?"

"Right? And?" Your voice trailed off, although the idea was very clear to you now.

"I need to test that out." A scoff cut him off and he rolled his eyes behind the visor of his helmet. "It's just for research plus I'm bored so hurry up."

As if it was more of a demand than a suggestion you crossed your arms over your chest and let out a drawn-out sigh. "Is that the only reason?"

"Well, Tucker did say that I've been in you in more ways than one so." Church crossed his arms over his chest, his ghostly figure drifting a few more steps to you.

"Ah! That's enough Church. Just shut your mouth and hurry this bull shit up." You cut him off before your arms uncrossed and spread out to the sides.

With a smirk, the 'ghost' charged at you and sunk into your skin. The force was enough to actually lose your balance and move back a few steps. Your breath was lost and your brain spazzed out like you were having one hell of a seizure. Every organ seemed to shut down and then restart, under his control. It felt like someone pressed the restart button on your body, but you never had the controls anymore. Instead, an idiot had the controls and he was taking advantage of it.

"Holy shit!" You heard him yell in your voice that was slightly altered to form a combination of both deep and smooth sounds. "It worked."

Church fist pumped, well you fist pumped, in the air before a grin formed on your features. While Church was walking and talking to himself, and feeling your body, your subconscious was shoved to the very reaches of your mind. It was all black surrounding you and the echo of the outside world set your nerves on fire. Anxiety never bothered you but now you could feel the familiar squeeze of uncomfortable feelings snatch your throat in its maw.

"Church! Enough is enough get out." Is what you wanted to say, but you doubted your mouth could even form words right now. It was like you were too tired to even move.

The sensation of your 'lover' being inside you was suddenly exhausting for an odd reason. Your heart ached at the sensation. You could feel his presence, almost imagine would his 'warmth' spread through our whenever you were laying side by side in bed with him. Rants of every day were something you related to, and it was the most interesting part of your day. Your eyes squeezed shut, the ache in your chest returned with a vengeance and luckily an A.I couldn't feel pain, your pain, but they could sense what wasn't right. That was this time. His fun and games of yelling/flirting with a Tucker who was still stuck o the cliff was ceased immediately and his presence was no longer there. The reset button hit you again and only this time it hit you with relief if it wasn't for the series of coughs that slipped past your lips and landed in the square of your elbow.

Your name was repeated softly from his mouth until the coughs ended in six seconds and your lungs hurt. Your eyes shot up and landed squarely on his golden visor.

"You good? What was that?" Church placed, or tried to place, a hand on your arms yet instead, it passed through your cheek.

The action made you wince inwardly, as well as physically. The move brought the pain to squeeze your lungs until it ached with the intention to freeze your organs into cold blocks of ice. You felt cold and overall panicked.

"I really don't know but you're not helping me. Get Doc, before I pass out from stress or pain." Your teeth grit together while your eyes narrowed menacingly. The look caused his figure to stiffen and then blinked out of existence with a quick nod of his helmeted head.

Screams for Doc in Red Base as well as Sarge's gruff voice echoed from the canyon. You would smile over the arguing of Church and Sarge, while the screams for Doc rained over the conversation, but right now the pain was too much right now.

You damned hoped that Doc would move his grape ass to you because the suffocation would settle in from how shallow your breathing was.

"Please, God, let it just be the flu."

[stareiiez]

Flower Petals and Blood

Church/ Epsilon x Female Reader

Hanaki Disease AU

This wasn’t requested but you know I always wanted to do some angst with this AU. I like dark AUs for some reason sooo yeah. Honestly, I was going to try and make this gender neutral but I haven't been practicing that much with how I would place my words, so next fic I will make that one neutral as possible. Promise.

Warnings: Mature content. Sexual hints, or intentions, angst, slow burn. Follows the whole tragic Chex story. 

Somewhere in a canyon far far away in an unknown galaxy. Sometime amongst a screwed up timeline that was in the future or beyond where the sun never laid to rest and seemed to only grow hotter each day, had beaten down upon the helmet of varying shades of cool blue.BloodGulch was where your home was,  although no blood was ever spilled. No ocean of red ever flowed down the river in the underground canyons but the only red there was the red team. One that held a bloodthirsty habit that was forced, but never taken up on. by their leader. Blue as the deep shades of the dark ocean, or as light as a frozen over pond, maybe even as vibrant as chocolate chip mint ice cream,  had stood around in a small semi-circle in front of a large scorpion like tank. They had all but spent three hours trying to figure out how to turn the damn tank on, but with a swift kick to the tank its headlights had switched on and a shrill girl like scream had erupted in the air once a female robot’s voice had greeted the soldiers. You all but suppressed a snort of amusement from the doorway of the blue base. Your borderline violet blue armor nearly grew black under the lukewarm shade of the base, one arm had crossed lazily over your black undersuit chest while your weight leaned cozily against the frame. Ankles locked lazily in a resting pose.

“Idiots.” You shook your head before you raised your hand, and two fingers slipped into your mouth which helped you emit a sharp whistle. All three heads swung in the direction you were at. 

Tank keys hung lazily from the hand that was crossed over your chest, the metal glinted coldly in the dimmed down light of the outside. A small smirk flickered upon your chapped lips until your tongue darted over the bottom lip quickly to wet them. Yeah, the army never supplied you with chapstick bummer. 

“You know that command actually gives you keys if you look hard enough right?”You unhooked your right ankle from your left and made your way out of the base towards the boys in blue. 

Golden visors hid the varying emotions that ranged from confusion to downright embarrassment. (E/C) eyes had swung from your three teammates until you tossed the set of keys to Tucker. He quickly caught the pair before his head tilted like a lost puppy. The dialogue of the tank who now introduced herself as S.H.E.I.L.A was blocked out by deaf ears, except for Caboose who had started to grow rather fond of the blues’ new toy already.

“How did you--?” Church spoke up as he effectively snatched the keys from his teammate’s open palm and gripped them with a white-knuckled hand.

“I found them under all that magazines and dirty clothes underneath your bed.” You cut him off before a brow rose while your eyes darted over to the male. “You really need to stop following Tucker’s disgusting habits.” 

Underneath that ice blue helmet, you could swear the cheeks of Church were burning the shade of Simmon’s armor, or even brighter, while Tucker had burst out in laughter. His hands clutched over his stomach while air wheezed from his lungs. 

“That’s where all my porn went? Jesus Christ dude someone’s horny.”He cracked out between large gulps of air. You swore that the male was to topple over on his back from laughing this much over something stupid.

“Tucker! Shut up! (Y/N) Just shut the hell up! and Caboose!” The male yelled his voice obtaining a higher pitch. Said blue bounded happily over to you three as eager as a little puppy would to its mother.

“You’re fine.” Church sighed under his breath before he cast the childlike man a look. For once he was the only one that wasn’t on his nerves. Was it an alternate universe day or what? He never screamed at Caboose just by seeing him.

You blinked rapidly before rubbing them with the heels of your hands. Maybe he was just having an off day was all. The sun must be causing you to have a sunstroke this early in the damn morning.Nevermind that, you had a flustered ‘leader’ on your hands.  A smirk played on your lips until you leaned into Church, your hands linked behind your back until the golden visor nearly bumped the tip of your nose.

“Why don’t you make me, sir?” You wore a shit-eating grin even if the back of your eyes held an innocent sort of look. Yes, even you had the hots for the boy in blue. Who wouldn't?

After all, you never addressed Church ‘sir’ unless you were teasing him or the two of you were more than just close to closed off quarters. Closer than under his stark white sheets and two bodies joining as one with both voices ringing out in the dead of night when Caboose and Tucker were knocked out cold with earplugs buried snugly in their ears. Closer to the brief lazy morning kisses, and soft smiles until you would have to sneak back into his room. Your breath fogged up the glass just as you felt the blue lean in absently you leaned away and the grin widened an inch or two even more. 

“Fuck you, (Y/N).”

“Fuck me, Leonard.”

Times like that mindless flirting back and forth, with the screwing in between were something you wished could last forever. Oh how love was so obvious, you could see it from the rare times when his helmet was discarded and his blue eyes would light up when they landed on your face. How your smile would grow lighter and your eyes crinkled when you laughed at his ranting from how stupid and idiotic everyone, except you, was in the damn canyon. Even when your heart soared from the thought of you two finally being discharged from the military and making a normal life together in the future. Maybe having a few kids and sitting in those rocking chairs like an old cliche couple does. Yeah, that’s the future you wanted with Church if only you could stop being such a big coward and voice your happily ever after to him. You only thought that this thing was some fling so he could work off some sweat and keep his mind off of his past relationship. 

How long as it been since he stopped bringing her up? Maybe a month now if you could keep up the avoiding subject of his past, you knew just about every story about his ex-girlfriend. Of how much of a bitch she was and how stone cold she was to him. She was so perfect and you were just you, not one badass bone in your body at the moment, Well you considered yourself badass since you could fight the whole blue team with one arm tied behind your back. Oh yeah, you were that good at reflexes and hand to hand combat. Your knowledge of weapons and your aim wasn’t half bad either, there was room for improvement but you had the best damn aim on the team. You were like a side chick to some other girl who was possibly dead and he was just keeping his whole attention to her constant memory. 

What ticked you off more wasn't the stories or the comparison of the two of you whenever you didn't something far different than his ex. Oh no, what pushed you was when you two were alone in his room. Clothes scattered on the floor and his pants were only filling the silence. You had called out his name in ecstasy while you hit your high that crashed down to a screeching halt was when her name left his lips. Not your name, he yelled out her name as he hit his release. The cold shoulder and passive-aggressive small talks were all that he received for two weeks, by the end you had confessed what really pissed you off. He swore that the memory of Texas, his ex, would be long forgotten and he would stick to the present. It was a pretty selfish act, but everyone had their breaking point and you had yours three months into this affair. 

The month after that was smooth sailing, no mention of the ‘bitch in black’ or Texas was ever uttered from his lips while you were around. Although you two rarely spent time alone in his room for the fear of her name being moaned once again. The sexual tension had grown between you from that cause, and it all but took you two to brush up against each other innocently for his hands to be all over you and on places you know that the armor could never cover that well from his frantic fingers. Armor plating could never hold up well against his desperation and breathy words of naughty things that were whispered in your ear. 

You fell in love but god you knew being in love was something you could never be at war. Not when you now hold a rifle in your hands and not your lover’s hand instead. Not were blood flowed freely in rivers that pooled into an ocean and especially at times were bickering over the stupidest of shit like team flags. Time seemed to drag by in this canyon it never felt like days or weeks. You were holed up in the blue team repairing damaged vehicle parts after Caboose got his sticky fingers on them. You just about finished the last part of the warthog that had been dented and broken when a scream and explosion ricocheted from the middle of the canyon. Voices soon followed and it all but sent you into flight mode, your feet sprinting at what seemed at light speed to where the two remaining members of the blue team stood. 

One in the tank and the other standing on a cliff with the body of Church laying on the ground. Blood seeping out of his crumpled body, arms, and legs were splayed out straight and his last breath came out as a ‘blerg’ as he died in front of his team. Most people would freak out and throw one good crying fit or scream your lungs out. You simply stood stoic arms crossed over one another. You knew this day was to come, ever since Captain Butch Flowers ‘overdosed’ on aspirin that fateful day. You were around for that day, as the trusted one you were and as close as you could be to him and the Project you were left with the secret of how Church really was. With a deep regretful sigh, you could only block out the bickering of Tucker and Caboose, along with the reds in their own base. 

You knew that this only one ‘accident’ could only lead on to more and more complications with the A.I Alpha in his current state. Especially with the naive reds and blues and the remaining survivors of the now disbanded Project Freelancer. Things couldn’t get any shittier than it could be right now. Although this day didn’t compare to the one when the remaining blues wanted to call in a freelancer to snatch their stolen flag from them the day after Church’s ‘funeral’. 

It was going to be a total shit show.