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Nuclear and Nuclear continuation summary - Dallas goes to a gay bar for anonymous gay sex, but WHO COULD THE MYSTERY MAN BE HMMMMM - oh, oh wait, that’s the identity of the mystery man? No way!
Throwing in a link to the original fanfic Nuclear on Ao3 (which is E for Explicit not E for Everyone)
Nuclear continuation would probably be rated M for the whole torture/past dubcon but nothing actually happens, really. Here it is: part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Bain Lives!Au summary: the Payday gang steal an artefact which is believed to prevent the wearer from dying, but its effect is activated through sex. Oh, and possibly the person having sex with the wearer will die in their place :) Whoever will volunteer to save Bain’s life…?
Bain Lives AU but like. It’s rated ER for “Everyone’s in the hornpub Right now” and also “it’s sending me to the ER and my eyes burned out” ppffttt. These ones are rated M: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, rated E probably: 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 ,16, 17 , 18, 19, can get away with an M rating for these I reckon: 20, 21
Bain frowned at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. What exactly it was he was scrutinising was unclear, even to him.
It had started with him examining the place where his eye used to be. He knew he'd better get used to it - the empty recess that would draw attention whether he covered it or not. He thought he felt a phantom pain when he prodded experimentally at the cheekbone below the exposed socket.
Then his eye fell to his hair, which was still in such an awful state he cringed. The knots and tangles had been teased and torn out, but what remained was hardly smooth and shiny locks. He had half a mind to cut it all off so he could start again afresh with strong, healthy hair, but deep down Bain knew he wouldn't do that to himself - he'd already lost so much. Losing his hair would only be another blow, and he felt fragile enough as it was.
"Bain?" Bain jumped - Dallas' voice was accompanied by a light but insistent knock on the door. "You doin' okay in there?"
Bain gave his reflection a lingering look. Tugging his eyepatch back into position, he opened the bathroom door.
Not all of the concern left Dallas' face at Bain's reappearance. "I was worried about you," he said softly, doing his best not to sound accusatory. He couldn't blame the other man for needing some space, some time to himself-
"Do you still find me attractive?" Bain blurted out before he could stop himself. He kept his eye trained on the shine of Dallas' shoes, freshly polished that morning by Aldstone, scolding himself for sounding so vulnerable. Everything was still so raw, even though the pain had subsided thanks to Locke's medical team and sufficient rest in the sanctuary of the Safehouse. He was painfully aware of how goddamn handsome Dallas was, how his body was young enough to stay lean and firm with muscle but old enough to be experienced and pliant and dusted with silver that oozed beauty itself somehow.
"What?" Dallas was taken aback. He stepped into Bain's space, hands resting gently on the older man's shoulders. "What's going on?"
Bain's cheeks burned. He hated how he had changed. How his insecurity rivalled his paranoia. How he had fallen from being an inscrutable mystery to somebody everyone knew. How he had ruined the Payday gang.
Bain didn't break his silence.
Dallas didn't know where to start. He closed his eyes and drew the other man close, steering him towards his shoulder with a gentle but firm hand between the shoulderblades. From this position it was easy for him to press a kiss to the crown of Bain's head - Bain's stomach flipped - once from the gesture itself - and once again from the pathetic whimper that left his lips.
"You've always been handsome to me," Dallas said, murmuring the words into Bain's scalp as if doing so would make him truly listen and take the words in. Another kiss. "Always have-" and another, "-always will."
Bain said nothing. It took too much effort to keep in his emotions. His face scrunched in its effort to contain the tears, the sobs from deep within his throat, the thanks. He wrapped his own arms - carefully - around the other man, wondering if he'd ever be able to believe him.
Or, Nathan copes with the death of his best friend, with varying results.
// hurt/comfort, post canon, GHOOOOSTTT AU, uhhh psychic powers. trust
After everything that happened, all of the others found a way to move on. Dallas hadn’t. He wasn’t really built for that, for everybody looking up to him alone for guidance.
Dallas’ apartment was a pigsty, as his mother would’ve said. He didn’t remember how long it’d been since he washed his sheets, or the last time he went outside. That tape started to crackle and fray from the constant rewinding, so Dallas found a way to record it onto a USB. He didn’t want to forget the voice of the one who saved his life more times than he could count, and that was the only existing record... a record of Bain having existed.
Every morning he would close his eyes against the light and go back to sleep. There was no point in getting up more than he needed to. The waking world was a nightmare, and the only time he was ever content was while he was unconscious.
Nathan, the Mastermind, the former Crew Chief, had no purpose. His dreams were filled with somebody holding him from behind, of arms wrapping around him as a show of comfort. Nathan would always relax, taking deep breaths. He felt a familiar stranger lean against him, and that was his form of happiness.
It was nice to think that someone saw, that someone cared, even if it wasn’t real. It went on for months… until one night, the person holding Nathan shook with silent sobs, clinging to his back. It’s only then that Nathan tried to look to see what was wrong, only for his comforter to leave him before he could console the other. He shouldn’t have looked. He was so sorry.
Nathan woke up in a cold sweat, tears soaking the pillow, muscles trembling in exhaustion. He was unable to fall asleep for the rest of the day, no matter what he tried. It was oppressive, knowing that even that form of comfort was gone. Dread settled into his skull, a headache from knowing that there would be no reprieve from cold, hard lucidity.
The months following days turned into years since Bain was stripped from this world, stolen away by something they could barely comprehend. Their frame of reference was nowhere near the scope of the situation and Nathan, more than ever, knew that he was useless. No matter what he did. A few months ago was when he first “met” the stranger, and it made him feel better. Ever since, his imaginary comforter hadn’t left him.
Until then. Until after, when that stranger came back for him the following night.
Dallas still remembers how he apologized and begged for his comforter not to abandon him. And the man froze up against Nathan—he could tell from the rough callouses of the other person’s hand over his eyes, blocking him from seeing. The former Crew Chief gripped that stranger’s wrist, firm yet gentle.
They had laid there for what felt like forever until the man lowered his hand by his own accord.
Suddenly, the stranger wasn’t as much of one as Nathan believed.
Bain tried to hold his gaze, glowing blue eyes staring back at him. “How?” he had asked. The other man explained that he was watching him ever since he came to after his death, just like he promised. How Dallas wasn’t able to interact with him, and about how Bain had only learned to hold him through his dreams very recently.
Nathan wanted to be furious, to yell at him for making him think that his navigator was gone for good. But… he couldn’t find it in his heart to be upset at his best friend. “Why,” Nathan had asked with no inflection, a statement rather than a question.
“…Because I wanted you to move on... it wasn’t working.”
Although he was angry, he couldn’t fault Bain for wanting to protect him one last time. He’d wake up, and then Bain would be gone again. Uncharacteristically for Dallas, he pushed through dream-fog to really think about what he told him. How did Bain feel, forced to see his friend suffer without being able to stop it? It was out of character for Dallas, but Nathan was the one who suffered through almost two years of loneliness, who ruminated on every memory and wondered how he could ever doubt his love for them. No, Nathan knew better, now.
“Don’t go,” he said instead of anything else that Dallas would’ve.
Bain’s eyes drifted off somewhere to the left, going through everything that was said before finally settling on a plan.
“I can try something. No promises, though. I can’t say whether this’ll work…” but at this point, Nathan couldn’t care less about himself. If there was a way, then he’d take it.
Dallas can’t recall what happened, even now. Beyond reaching out and really, truly touching a galaxy, stardust bursting across his vision as his hand sunk into Bain’s chest and brushed against white hot nebulae, blazing heat—
All he knew was that now, he could see Bain.
Nathan was going about his morning routine, making coffee for another long day ahead of him. He nearly dropped his mug as he spotted someone familiar standing in his kitchen.
…Bain blinked. He stared at Dallas questioningly. Then looked behind himself. And finally, back again. It finally seemed to click for him. Nathan wouldn’t forget the way that Bain’s eyes lit up in joy, the smile slowly spreading across his face.
Or, Bain tells his partner something about himself.
// very suggestive, though the most you actually see is kissing
Dallas is gentle whenever they begin, as if Bain is made out of delicate satin. Even though they do this regularly, Dallas seemingly forgets how strong Bain actually is, every time without fail. This makes the navigator feel prized, more worthy of attention than anything they’ve stolen. Dallas always takes a few moments to admire his partner—to smile at how lucky he is to be here with him—and Bain’s heart never fails to skip a beat.
Their movements are languid, golden rays of sunset filtering in through the window and onto their features. There’s no rush, in contrast to their current lifestyle. The King slowly moves his Watcher to the bed, back hitting the mattress as Dallas gently pushes him down into linen sheets. A thumb brushes over Bain’s collarbone, a repressed flame in Dallas’ eyes. There’s something he wants eventually, but they’re not in a hurry.
The Crew Chief uses a hand to cup his guide’s cheek, the other at the base of his skull. Bain’s arms find their place around Dallas’ torso, pulling him in closer. As their lips finally touch, Bain sighs into the contact, breathing him in. This time he laces their fingers together, gold clinking against platinum as two rings collide. Each touch is static electricity, even with how long they’ve been together. Bain still hasn’t gotten used to the presence of warmth, and it seems that Dallas hasn’t gotten over the way that his partner is able to be touched.
Bain can’t control the way he smiles through the kiss, at his lover being so kind to him. He hasn’t had anybody like this, comfortable enough to explore each other completely, to take them in. There was always a sense that no sane person would believe him about the whole alien thing, proving him right time and time again. His King tugs on long strands of hair, a shiver up his spine. Bain’s palm rests against Dallas’ shoulder, resisting the urge to dig his nails into his back.
He pulls away for a second, bringing their joined fingers up to his face to press another kiss to the back of Bain’s hand. His eyes seem to glow a soft blue, and Dallas grins at that. They’re finally allowed to admire each other without fear, affection melting away his nervousness. Dallas openly stares at the way Bain smiles at him, the way he clearly adores his Crew Chief. There’s nothing that Bain wouldn’t do for him in this moment.
Then, Dallas moves down to Bain’s inner wrist. He’s sensitive there, and the King knows it by how his grin broadens at the way he flinches. Bain stifles a chuckle, a little “nooooo,” escaping his breath as Dallas teases him. The navigator puts his whole hand against his lover’s face, playfully pushing him away. Bain is quietly reminded that here, it’s just Nathan, spending time with his husband. His smile broadens in genuine happiness. His husband.
(He forged those documents himself!)
Cheerful moments ring throughout the bedroom as Nathan pulls him down for more, giggling between exchanged kisses. It’s as if they’re on the verge of full-blown laughter, like they can’t quite believe that they’re both here and alive and together. The King is enjoying this as much as is his Watcher is, beaming at each other’s joy like radio feedback, bouncing off and never ceasing. They go on like this for a while, pushing and pulling in equal measure, taking and giving.
Usually they’d be flirting with one another, trying to outdo the compliments… kind of like a reverse rap battle. His partner is feeling a bit mischievous today, but Bain can still see that fire in his gaze, the quiet hunger. They communicate without words, but Bain isn’t sure what he wants until his smile looks more like a smirk.
It’s then that his Caporegime decides to straddle him more completely, eyes widening when Bain quietly gasps. His face goes this pretty shade of red as Nathan pulls on his hair, kissing him behind his ear, moving downward. His Watcher groans as his lover touches sensitive parts of his throat, lightly biting down on delicate skin. Bain’s fingers curl around Nathan’s a little tighter, holding on as he takes it further, heartbeat thrumming against his lips.
His touch is gentle yet firm, a hand roaming underneath the fabric of Bain’s shirt. The Crew Chief presses fingers into soft muscle, liking the way it gives ever so slightly. There’s hidden strength there, and Nathan knows that for a fact. He rubs circles into his lover until he relaxes, calming down from the sudden high. He’s barely touching Bain’s waistband when he flinches hard. The King decides to pull away to see Bain’s face, which is burning a deep scarlet. Mysteriously, his Watcher can’t make eye contact with him, embarrassed.
Nathan stares at him, puzzling out his reaction. It seems like he wants to do this, but then he looks like he’s hiding something. Hiding it poorly, but still. What would Bain want to hide from him? His eyebrows narrow in concern as he observes his lover, thumbing over his face.
He’s reluctant to ask—breaking old habits is rough—but he does so anyway. “Communication is key,” Bain had read. From a book. At least it wasn’t wikihow.
“What’s wrong?” Nathan wants to know if he’s doing something wrong, or if he’s hurting Bain somehow. The guide glances back at him, thinking of a way to tell his Mastermind about it without being mortified.
“Uhhhh, well… how do I— uh,” Bain stutters, completely ruining the moment. They don’t normally do this, not like… Bain thinks back to when it started. He remembers his family, about how his mother warned him not to show anybody what he could do.
He remembers how he was alone for most of his childhood, how he wanted to be a good son. And he was, for the most part. He had heard of how he might be the one to serve as a Watcher, how he should be prepared. And prepare, he did. Bain didn’t spend much time fooling around, going into the military and then getting into police academy. He had friends, but they were more like acquaintances. If Bain told them about him not being entirely human, they’d pretend they never knew him. There was nobody he really had when he isolated himself decades ago.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see where this is going. Bain shyly looks back up at his partner. It feels out of character for him. It’s not like they haven’t had sex a few times before. Nathan tries to read his mind just by his reaction, thinking back to past experiences. Bain can see the moment it clicks.
“What? No… really? Seriously? You’re pulling my leg, buddy. You must be,” the Crew Chief stammers in disbelief, shaking his head. If it’s possible, Bain flushes even harder.
“I haven’t… it’s always been me, uh, in control… I don’t… I haven’t done it like this… with someone else,” his Watcher forces out, finally admitting it. He knows how it works, he’s been on top of other people, but never in the other direction. He’s done things by himself, but he’s never let anybody have him in that way.
“You’ve never been dominated before? You’d think you’d have… been with someone.” Nathan blinks owlishly, still trying to wrap his head around what Bain just told him. Both of them can tell that the answer is no.
Bain doesn’t even need to answer, he slots his face into Nathan’s shoulder, embarrassed. The King brushes his thumb over the other man’s hand, silently comforting him. He waits until his Watcher meets his gaze to finally speak.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” the Mastermind states, refraining from pressuring his partner. He’s fine with doing something else, or ending it here. Their fingers are still intwined, and Nathan squeezes them gently. Bain is more important to him than a single night of fun.
“No! no— I want to. With you,” Bain raises his voice, determination flaring up in his eyes, “with you, it’s alright.”
The way that Bain looks up at him takes his breath away, and Nathan can’t help but gawk at him. He feels a mix of flattered and proud, blanketed by trepidation. He’s not gonna screw this one up. Not when Bain is counting on him.
(The gist of the AU is that Bain is psychic. There’s a part missing at the beginning where the crew convinces Bain to let down his walls—just so they can beam a bunch of positive emotions in his direction XD he freezes like BSoD for awhile. I also cut a bunch of stuff in the middle that wouldn’t make sense to ppl who don’t know the au already.)
Written in October of 2021 so the writing is PRETTY OLD
“Wow,” Chains remarks, admiring just how much of an effect they have on their guide, “you really do care about our opinion.”
“And you shouldn’t even doubt me for a second,” Bain playfully replies, still reeling from the aftershock of their fondness. The navigator hadn’t known just how much his crew believed that he mattered, and now he was able to sense their sincerity.
“So you say that you do anything for us? Really?” Sokol chuckles, earning a contemplative look from the hacker himself.
Something was fundamentally off with that sentence, might’ve been the way he asked such a simple question.
Bain seems to debate with himself as he always does, though more noticeable in person. He gazes into the other man’s eyes, features lightly flushed and something forthcoming written on his face.
There wouldn’t be any harm in telling them, they want you, they want you. Didn’t you hear what they said?
You’re irreplaceable. They belong to you... they need you. the niggling voice in the back of the navigator’s head pulls at him, demanding honesty.
It was almost eerie how all of his usual fidgeting ceased, much more the face that he was making direct eye contact; despite his normal aversion to it.
The Grinder holds his stare with some difficulty, but he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. All was silent with the exception of the hacker’s soft breaths.
Finally, he glances around the room at his gang.
“…Crew, we’ve been working together for awhile now, haven’t we? I think it’s about time to level with you.” Bain begins in a calm, collected cadence; no doubt a product of his expertise.
“You’ve all been heisting for around eight years now. We have different reasons why we chose this life; some of you for the thrill, some for the money itself,” rolling his joints in-between his fingers, he continues. “stealing things is just a part of your lifestyle, and I understand that.”
The team shares a glance between themselves, wondering where exactly their contractor was headed. Seeing this, a breathless chuckle tumbles from his lips, single eye lighting up with mirth.
“Well, let’s just say that… you won’t be robbing anyone this time. You asked me how much I would do for you, gentlemen…” he speaks in a hushed tone, his words reserved only for them.
Bain starts fiddling with the hem of his shirt, pupil darting between each of them. He blushes deeper with each minute that passes as he goes on with his speech.
“You could ask me for anything, and I’d give it to you. I’d arrange any heist you want, as long as you guys stay close to me.” warm affection transmits directly to him from the Circuit Board; sending blissful shivers up his spine and into his skull, swirling inside of him and making him dizzy.
“I would buy anything for you… I was thinking about getting a private jet, for all of us.” a soft smile gradually fills his expression, and they try not to stare as it does.
“We’d get to fly anywhere we wanted, and nobody could stop us. Maybe it’d be nice to look down at the clouds for once, it’s not like we take vacations for much else besides business.”
Joy throws an adoring glance at him, silently going, awwww! he’s so cute??
the boss always wears his heart on his sleeve, Hoxton sighs, transmitting back to her. She glares at him as if it were an insult, and he raises his hands in surrender.
he’s been the sentimental type for as long as i can remember, Duke links back in a thoughtful tone. Of course, half the reason Bain’s amused is because of the conversations they have ‘behind his back,’ and his crew hasn’t caught on just yet.
“I might not wanna hire Bile for that one, though.” he coughs, sounding suspiciously like a giggle. “Anyway… just a word from any of you and I’m already on it.” the weight of his pledge didn’t sink in, but that’s alright.
“I’m not asking for anything in return. I just, need you by my side… it’s a hard thing for me to admit, so go easy on me,” their navigator’s voice strains near the end, revealing that his request wasn’t quite a joke.
“You won’t be stealing anything this time. I’m giving this to you, do you understand…?” slowly, genuinely, returning the favor.
“I’ll give you anything you ask for, I would give you the world… I will give you my all. Everything, everything you’ve ever wanted.” and his tone leaves no room for confusion, nothing for them to misunderstand when they grasp the concept of complete devotion.
“…I wouldn’t trade you for the whole Earth… because I already have a world of my own.” their Watcher enunciates those words meaningfully, gazing up at his team with fervor laced in his single eye.
They’ve always looked to him for guidance. Not just the newer members, but the older ones needed someone to lean on when things went south. The gang circled him as if he were a lifeline, asking Bain which direction to go and following his orders without question. It was second nature to listen to him whenever he spoke, orbiting around and not drifting away.
The entire crew had fallen apart without his helping hand, every member inadequate and not from lack of trying. They couldn’t function without him, they needed him; though it took ten agonizing months to get that through their thick skulls, it was obvious, in hindsight.
Then, a steady realization dawns upon each of them that… if they were his world, Bain was their sun. Gravitational force pulled them together by a stroke of luck, and they were content with being right next to him. Their navigator might believe that he was entirely dependent on them, but the truth is that they needed each other.
Whenever the PAYDAY Gang was mentioned, their leader was as well. They were two concepts that went hand-in-hand, and his team wasn’t letting go. Held together by a mix of loyalty and reverence, they’d be better off dead if they even thought about betraying their Watcher.
Bain closes his eyelids, knowing that he wouldn’t have said any of those things if there were any chance of rejection.
‘Was there ever?’ he muses to himself, ‘they’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and nobody can replace them.’
He hears some of them gasp in surprise, figuring out too late that their mental connection went both ways. He feels his face heat up so hot that he could fry an entire egg on it, but he doesn’t care. Bursts of fondness reach their analyst in gentle sparks of delight, and it was clear to him that he was completely smitten by his team.
Hopelessly lenient with them, the difference between his crew and other people is that he was able to refuse. It’s a enormously poignant idea, and he was stumped with how to go about communicating this to them.
…
Bain gathers the crew into his arms to wrap them into a tender embrace, a fond blend of rose-colored pastel and sweet citrus. His heart might falter, but he held steady confidence in his team; their guide does his best to relay this to them, though it doesn’t take much effort.
They had already known from the moment it crossed his mind.
‘I’m okay, I’m okay… just tired,’ their hacker consoles, and it seems to appease them. Still, they tighten their grasp, strengthening him, giving him the energy to persevere. He taught them that, and they were using their skill to help him. The realization sends a fervent spike of pride into delicate parts of his ribcage, fondness and glee mingled inside.
He’d never felt so whole, so… alive. The voice in his head is gone, but maybe it was never a separate thing at all. There was a strange feeling that it hadn’t left, they had just reached an eternal compromise. The soft click that was a missing puzzle piece had created their image; bound together. Together.
It’s enough to bring him to tears once again, if he wasn’t at the brink of unconsciousness. He’ll remember to thank them when he wakes.
If you had told him that this would happen a few years, even a few months ago? He wouldn’t have believed you. Their analyst had condemned himself to a life of wanting but never, ever having. He hadn’t been depressed, it was a fact to him. His longing was akin to second nature at that point, and now… it was gone.
He felt vulnerable and a little lost without loneliness, but gentle hands that cradle his spirit silently promise that they’ll guide him through.
…It was a feeling he could definitely get used to.
Bain hadn’t denied how much he cared about his crew, didn’t lie about how much he loved them, and yet it felt like they finally understood. In the end, opaque curtains of ignorance were pulled back to reveal the truth.
Love had wrung his neck, weighing him down into the depths of the sea, until now. It feels like he can finally breathe again.
It’s an all-compassing heat surrounding him, a strong desire to protect his team. No longer a burden, his adoration was merely a loosened necklace, a piece of jewelry that he would cherish if he wakes.
Their Watcher had found his place with them, his rapture so bright, nearly blinding, in contrast to his colors that dimmed with drowsiness.
A soft yet even pulse lulls him to unconsciousness, him gladly following along in a show of the same deep trust that had always been there for them.
‘I love you guys…’ Bain whispers his not-secret with a hushed tone, an elated smile, succumbing to that beautiful affliction that now belonged to him.
There was faith that, whatever may come next, his stars will be there to guide him all the way home.
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