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My thanks to the originator/owner of Soap’s image.
Chapter: 1 And Death shall have no dominion
Link here
Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games), MWIII - Fandom
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley
Summary:
Post MWIII. Soap is dead. And Ghost has lost the only reason for his existence. Dylan Thomas sets the scene.
It’s taken me a few days to process what happened in MWIII. Here’s my take on one possible outcome. It’s not over edited. I’ve left it rough and raw, like my emotions.
I’ll probably add more tags as this story continues. Keeping it simple for now.
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Author’s photo. Tunnock’s Tea Cakes are Copyright/Trademark of Thomas Tunnock, Ltd, Scotland.
Chapter: 10 Tea for two Link here
Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley
Summary: This chapter moves forward in time, from the CTU’s return in disgrace from Operation Crompton in Afghanistan, to Mother’s vengeful decision to relocate the unit to the dilapidated Credenhill site.
Whilst a lonely John Price wrestles with the problems of command and the repatriation of Trooper Morgan’s body, Simon Riley and John MacTavish apply themselves to looking after the welfare of the rest of the team. They are also working on their own relationship, but with less success – at first.
Meanwhile, in London, CIA plant Mike Hewitt, plots to make the CTU’s, and particularly Soap’s, live’s hell; not knowing he has become the object of scrutiny himself.
And then there’s tea for two: Tea and Tunnock’s tea cakes at tea time for Ghost and Soap, or, maybes, it’s Simon and Johnny, or Lt. and sergeant? They’re still working on it. But at least Ghost finds a way to relax, and so does Soap. Oh, and there’s something about Ducks and Gerbils! Read on!
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Image via Pxfuel, my thanks to the original artist.
I haven’t updated this series lately on tumblr, so here are the latest chapters on AO3.
Chapters:
3. Treasure
4. “Carson. J. Trooper, 270″
5. Bagram
6. 3554 miles between accidents
7. from little acorns...
8. Things that go bang
Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley
Summary:
After a failed mission in Kabul, the SAS Counter Terrorism Unit, led by John Price, return to their barracks. As the political fallout begins to rain down, the CTU is at the receiving end.
Simon “Ghost” Riley and John “Soap” McTavish are in the first stage of their relationship. They’re not officially out, but that doesn’t stop Price or the rest of the team from trying to learn the truth. Nor have they quite worked out the ‘rank’ thing; either at work or at play.
Soap and Ghost share the banter of their partnership, but it’s still early days and their path is strewn with rocks. Perhaps what they all need is a change of scene…
Image by my old friend and fellow Nivanfield shipper @fonsecavtmlr-blog
The good ship S.S. Nivanfield
The two men, together with their large dog, lay stretched out on the flat-topped rock which overlooked the large bend in the river below.
The outcrop was properly named Butte Rock; but it had been nicknamed, and was pronounced, Butt Rock, by the larger of the men. Because it was there that his slighter partner would go and sunbathe, naked. And because his partner had the most exquisite butt, which deserved to celebrated with a place name. The isolated spot was only accessible by a narrow path that wound up through the pine woods between the river and the solid, timber-clad house where they both lived. The track was hidden from ground view and remained a closely guarded secret, known only to family.
Both men were bare-chested, lying on their backs, holding hands, their muscular bodies soaking up the warmth of the July sun. The first day of the month to be exact. One of them liked exact; whilst the other claimed not to.
The older, bigger man, his powerful arms and torso crisscrossed in nicks and scars, his short, brown hair graying, like his stubble beard, sighed deeply and contentedly.
“Ahh! This is nice, Ace. Just you, me, and the Ruffster.”
He scratched the black and tan, German Shepherd’s ear with his free hand, and the big dog huffed, his long tail wagging.
“Just what I was thinking.” The full lips smiled, the lean, golden skinned body turning on its side the better see his partner. “Babe?”
“Hmm?”
“You do know what day it is?”
“Yeah, Saturday.”
“No, I mean the date.”
The big shoulders shrugged indifferently. “Dunno, but I get the feeling I’m about to find out.”
“July, 1st. It’s our anniversary. The tenth, to be exact.”
“Er, so is it the 1st or the 10th today? I’m confused now.”
“Bear! It’s July 1st, 2023, the tenth anniversary of…C’mon, you can do this.”
“Um, 2023 so take away 20…minus 10, so carry the one…er, 13…uh, add the 20 back…2013…Oh!”
“Yes, exactly. Oh!”
“I thought we didn’t talk about, you know, Oh?”
“We don’t…but it gave rise to Nivanfield, as everyone quickly dubbed it.”
“Particularly the press. How the hell did they find out? Bastards!”
“Possibly, but then our fans took it up, and so it became a ship.”
“What, like a cruise-ship or something? I prefer planes. I’m all at sea with ships. Ha!”
Hazel eyes rolled upwards. “Dreadful! No, I mean a fandom ship…as in I ship Nivanfield, he writes Nivanfield, or she draws for the Nivanfield ship.”
“Hmm, I think the fans are yours. Screaming for you, blowing kisses, crying over your picture, asking you to sign their underwear…and that’s just the guys!”
“Behave!”
“Why? I’ve done all four myself, still do occasionally.”
“Just last night, actually.”
“Ha, ha! That was something else! Didn’t need your picture though, had the real thing.”
“And you weren’t wearing any underwear for me to sign!”
“Ha! You still left your mark though!”
“Ten years. It’s been quite a ride!”
“More like a round-the-world cruise.”
“Heh, heh, The S.S. Nivanfield.”
“So, where are we going next? In this ‘ship’ of ours. I assume it’s ahead and not astern? You always look fo…” Chris caught Pier’s eyes narrowing. “…Oops, sorry, we, always look forward.”
“Don’t you have a plan? You love plans.”
Chris stretched out his arms behind his head, yawning dreamily. “At this precise moment in time…No.”
Piers propped himself up on one elbow. “Well, there’s a first!”
“If it ain’t broken…”
“Heh, heh, and there’s a gazillion!”
“Ha! So, what’s our next port of call? Cos if you don’t have somewhere particular in mind, I can fix that…” Chris rolled on to his side and ran his fingers down the trail of golden hairs on Pier’s belly that always led to treasure. “…Grrrrr!”
"Woof?” Ruff looked up expectantly.
“No, not you pup, the other one!”
“Arrff!”
“We’re entering unchartered waters.” Piers pursed his lips, fighting back his darker emotions. He didn’t like ships, or the sea they sailed on. Now, he wished he’d thought of another metaphor. But not Chris.
“Ooh, sounds exciting!” he replied “So, why the frown?”
“What if there are rocks?”
“I’ll smash them, with these two fists.”
“What if there are gales?”
“I’ll blow back, even harder, with this big chest.” Chris puffed said chest out to make his point.
“What if there are pirates?”
“Bring it on! We’ll beat ‘em, and then bring down jolly Roger.”
“Jolly who?”
“Roger, the cabin boy. Whenever you read about pirates, he’s always being hoisted, poor kid. Probably scared of heights by now. We could give him a proper home.”
“Enough!”
“Pftt! You can’t get enough.”
“Stop it! What if there are sea-monsters?”
“Dammit, Ace! This is some freekin ocean we’re sailing on! Rocks, storms, sea-monsters, talk about a sea of crises! Why the sudden introspection?”
“There’s always monsters.”
“Done that one, remember? You zapped him, er, it. Finito!”
“Don’t remind me!”
“You started this! Chill out, Ace. Please, for me?”
“OK, always for you. But it was you who actually started it, Babe. First time I set eyes on you. San Diego airport, March 14th, 2010. I don’t remember the exact time, I was, uh, transfixed.”
“I think the word you’re looking for is smitten. You kept staring at me, on the plane.”
“At your reflection, in the window. You were smoking hot. You still are. And that Reaction cologne…ouff!” Piers fanned himself at the memory.
“You were pretty cute yourself, not that I noticed back then. I always was two steps behind. Three wasted years.”
“You caught up in the end. That’s what today’s about.”
“Catching up?”
“No, us being in step, synchronized. Both of us a perfect match for the other.”
“Two as one?”
“Exact…”
“Yoo-hoo, Cap’in! It’s me, er, Finny.” came a sudden voice from nearby.
“…Or three…”
“Hi, Piers, where are you?” asked a second, and deeper voice.
“…Or four!”
“Huff! Woof!” Ruff barked happily in response, running off down the path to find him. It was Danny, his No. 3 dad!
Piers looked accusingly at his partner.
“Did you…?”
Chris shook his head and crossed his heart. “I swear!"
“Babe?” Piers fixed him with the icy cold look.
The bear scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “Well, I might have said something. And besides, they’re our boys. Mini me and, uh, bigger you.”
“Heh, heh, you idiot! I don’t mind really, providing they’ve brought some food. I’m starving!”
“They have. And you always are. All part of my masterplan.”
“The, uh, one you didn’t have?”
“Yup.”
“Perfect. Now, put your top back on.”
“Why? Nothing they haven’t seen before.” Chris gazed down at his mighty chest proudly.
“Because it’s not polite, in company.”
“Pftt! You’d love to see Dan with his top off.”
“Umm, I’m more concerned with Finn getting sunburn.”
“Liar! I call bull.”
“Well, that last bit was true. Now shush, here they come…”
“And whaddya know? Danny Boy’s damn near naked! Jeez! Could he get those red silkies get any tighter?” Chris whispered admiringly.
…
“Piers, are you listening to me? Piers! Hello!”
“Uh? Sorry?”
“C’mon, stop scoping, and put your tongue back in. Let’s go meet and greet.”
“Hi, Cap’in, you’re looking awesome as ever!” Finn bounded over, arms outstretched, all silly grins and crimson blushes, under a floppy brimmed boonie.
“Finny! C’m here you!” Chris hugged Finn tightly against his chest. “Love the new hat. But what happened to your beanie?”
“Mmmff, D,Daniel said I should cover up properly. Tee-heh! He thinks I’ll burn.”
“And will you?”
“Oh yes, probably. I’m hot already…well, you are…um…warm, I mean. Not hot…well you are…Oh Dear!”
Meanwhile, Dan smiled shyly and put his hand out. “Hi Piers, good to see you.”
“You too Danny, you look hot too…I mean you are hot…I, er, I mean you must be hot…in all those shorts…Oh, my God, it’s catching! D,did you walk all the way?”
“He, he! Yes, we both needed the exercise, and I can’t remember the last time I had the sun on my body. Remember when we used to run in these woods together? Swim naked in the pond?”
“Like it was yesterday.”
Danny sighed. “I miss those days.”
“Still here, available for runs, walks…”
“But not the skinny dipping! Ha, ha! Hello Danny…or do I say Doctor Macauley-Svenson these days?”
“Danny’s fine, Sir.” Chris glared. “Um, sorry, Chris.”
“Ha! Gotcha! You guys bring the food?”
“Yes, Finny doubled up the rations.”
“And the…?”
“Yes, two bottles…”
“Each?”
“He, he, good one! Finn and I drink responsibly these days, now we’re doctors.”
“Huh? Just as well I brought some extra then…well, it is our anniversary.”
“Um, what of? You’ve haven’t been married a year?”
“Perhaps, but Piers and me have been true partners for ten years. Well, officially, as Nivanfield. Personally, I think it’s longer. Anywho, it seems an appropriate time for a family celebration.”
“Uh, I’ve often wondered. Who came up with that name, Nivanfield?” Danny asked whilst pouring out the champagne.
“Ahh! Well, Piers thinks it was the media, but I’ll let you into a secret…” Chris placed a brawny arm affectionally round Danny’s broad shoulders. “…it was Claire. She started using it way before anyone else. Said it was cute, and when, not if, but when, we got married, we should use it. Or else!”
“And so here you are, Cap’in and his Ace.” Finn grinned his special grin.
“Here we all are, Finny. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“How ‘bout you, Piers?” asked Danny.
“Well, I might change some…”
“Grrrr!” Chris rumbled.
“…Uh, OK, on reflection, it’s perfect as it is.”
Chris relaxed, grinning contentedly. “And if it ain’t broken…”
“DON’T FIX IT!” replied the others, in unison, as they raised their glasses.
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Chapter: 2/? The folks who live on the hill Link here
Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley
Summary: The old hit balad, ‘The folks who live on the hill’ was a song about a sweet, syrupy family. The folks who live on Credenhill are neither. Price shows his teeth at last, Soap demonstrates a sadistic streak, or two. And Ghost? He’s a deeply disturbed man. And, as this chapter opens, so is Roach.
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Chapter: 1/? A change of scene
Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley
Summary: After a failed mission in Kabul, the SAS Counter Terrorism Unit, led by John Price, return to their barracks. As the political fallout begins to rain down, the CTU is at the receiving end.
Simon “Ghost” Riley and John “Soap” McTavish are in the first stage of their relationship. They’re not officially out, but that doesn’t stop Price or the rest of the team from trying to learn the truth. Nor have they quite worked out the ‘rank’ thing; either at work or at play.
Soap and Ghost share the banter of their partnership, but it’s still early days and their path is strewn with rocks. Perhaps what they all need is a change of scene…
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Not the best image perhaps, but any image of Chris has to be good. Dat ass!
Chapter: 16 Memories are made of this?
Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Piers Nivans/Chris Redfield
Characters: Chris Redfield, Claire Redfield, Piers Nivans, Martha Nivans, Scott Nivans, Lucy Nivans, Adam Nivans, Tim Nivans
Summary: What are memories made of? Fashion and Fighting if you’re teenaged Nivanfield it would seem. Chris and Claire go shopping in the mall. Piers and Ginger get slapping in a brawl. Plus, the origin of a memorable piece of clothing is finally revealed.
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Chapter: 15 Knowledge
Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Piers Nivans/Chris Redfield
Characters: Chris Redfield, Claire Redfield, Piers Nivans, Martha Nivans, Scott Nivans, Lucy Nivans, Adam Nivans, Tim Nivans
Summary: It’s been a while, and I did promise to continue the tale, so let’s see what’s been happening in this teenage Nivanfield AU.
It’s early June, and in Knocksville, after the school exams, come the results. And after the results, come the inquests. It’s all about knowledge, whether learned or experienced, gathered or passed-down. And where there’s knowledge, there are often secrets.
Chris continues to mature under Martha and Scott’s care, Piers less so, perhaps. Lucy and Ginger get closer, whilst Claire receives a history lesson. And as for the twins, Adam and Tim, they’re at that awkward age, and probably always will be!
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Dion Wilson and Chris Redfield (Image may be copyrighted)
Chapter: 16/16 Release
Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
Summary: The concluding chapter of 'Backstory', the tale of the formation and first operation of Chris Redfield's Hound Wolf Squad. As Chris is painfully released from his past, can the Squad, and Dion in particular, help him secure a brighter future? And as the team itself comes of age, can he oversee theirs? The title says it all.
This story has been longer, and taken me much longer to write, than I originally planned. If you’ve been along for the ride from the beginning, thanks for sticking with it. I hope you found it as enjoyable to read as it was difficult to write! nim.
Direct link to Chapter 16 here
There, that’s finished! A release for me too! I wonder what’s next? nim :)
Image ‘Kiss’ (Nivanfield), by tuzkiyoushi here at deviantart. My thanks as ever!
Summary: Sometimes Chris acts dumb, because he thinks Piers likes it. Perhaps he does, secretly. It all depends on which alpha-mnemonic Chris uses.
It's early days in their relationship as partners. But as usual in their bedroom conversations, Chris somehow manages to go off point. And, as usual, it's up to Piers to get him back on it, with his usual mixture of charm and teasing sarcasm.
Just some Nivanfield fluff and banter for Valentine's day:
Alpha-mnemomics
Hazel eyes fluttered open, blinking as the lithe, golden-skinned body shivered. Immediately, brown eyes looked down with concern, the care-worn face behind them forming a reassuring smile.
"Hi, Ace."
"H,hi, you. Brrr!"
"You OK?"
"Just c,cold."
Chris squeezed gently. "Here, let me warm you up."
"P,please."
"Turn around then, so I can put my arms around your waist and warm your back properly, alright?"
"Uh-huh. Umm, perhaps a little tighter?"
"OK . . . How's that?"
"Nghh! Not quite that tight, Bear!"
"Oops. Sometimes, Piers, I just wanna hold you so bad, it hurts."
"Gah! And that was one of those times!"
"Ha!"
"Not funny! Well, kinda!"
"I'm new to all this, Ace. I've gotta learn how much is enough . . ."
"Or too much!"
"Sorry."
"Don't be, you meant well. We're both learning. About our bodies, about each other. S'gonna be fun.”
It was Chris' turn to shudder. "That first time wasn't fun. Not for you, not for me."
"Hey, chalk it up to experience. We move onwards and upwards, Babe. OK?"
"Oh dear!"
"What?"
"Er, you shouldn't have said upwards . . ."
"Why not?"
"Cos . . ."
"Ahh, yeah. I can fell it now, in the small of my back!"
"I swear it's got a mind of it's own. As soon as I see you present your beautiful ass, it's up and ready."
"Chris, really! You've seen my ass before."
"Not that much. I mean, I was always on point, in front. You were always kinda’ in the rear . . . OMG, that didn't help!"
"Yeah, I feel it too. But you've seen me naked lots of times, in the showers, in the field."
"Um, well, I never used to take that much interest. I mean, I used to check all the team out."
"You did!? All of them! You been holding out on me, Captain?"
"No, not like that! I mean I used to check for injuries. You know, cuts, bruises, combat damage. Now, whenever I see your backside, I get all flustered. So I try not to look. Trouble is, if I look down at my feet, I bang my head on something. And if I look at the ceiling, I stub my toes."
"Ahh, my poor, poor Bear."
"Finn thinks it's hilarious."
"Oh, does he? I need to have words with that rookie. What about the others?"
"Well, Ben goes bright red and tries to look anywhere but there."
"Good man, so he should. And Andy and Carl?"
"They don't seem to notice. Too busy hatching some plot or other, I guess."
"Thank God for that!"
"I don't know what they do when my back's turned though."
"Hmm, I can guess!"
"Uh, anyhwo, how 'bout it?"
"What?"
You know, thingy. I mean, I'm all ready . . ."
"Obviously!"
". . . and it would help warm you up."
"Now?"
"Er, yeah, why not?"
"Because there are certain formalities to go through first."
"Formalities?"
"Yes."
"Like what?"
"Well, consent for a start."
"Oh, don't you want to then?"
"No, argh, I mean yes! But first we . . ."
"Have to go through formalities?"
"Yes. Not just consent, but hygiene, health and safety."
"Jeez, you make it sound like a planning breakdown. Can't we just . . .?
"No, Bear! For a start, it would be a good idea if we always agreed to use a condom."
"OK, if you say so."
"You say it!"
"Alright! I agree, I agree. Now can we start? I can't keep this up for ever."
"Well, put it on then. Better still, I'll put it on, I like that."
"Oh . . . Uh . . . Um."
"You don't have one, do you?"
"No. The next time, OK?"
"Chris, there won't be a next time, or a this time! You just agreed! You have to remember."
"I, I'm not always good at remembering."
"Don't remind me!"
"Hey! I'm your superior officer! I remember that!"
"Pfftt, not in our bed. You remember that!"
"Grrr!"
"Look, I'll help you. How about using a memorable phrase, something like 'if you wanna' stick it up, first you gotta suit it up'."
"Ha, I get you! Like 'If I wanna' dick up, first I gotta' rubber up'."
"Um . . ."
"Or 'rubber up to fuck up'."
"Er . . ."
"I got it! 'shoot up, suit up'! Ooh, even better, 'suit up to fuck up'."
"Sounds like Alpha going out on a mission."
"Yeah, Ha, ha . . . Hey, wait! I resemble that!"
"If the rubber cap fits."
"Grrrr! OK, SUSU it is then."
"SUSU?"
"Yeah, Shoot Up, Suit Up. SUSU. One of those demonic things."
"Demonic? do you mean mnemonic?"
"I might do." Chris replied huffily. "I had mnemons for loads of things in school, biology, math, history, the periodic table, the founding fathers . . ."
"Biology? Really?"
"You know, the seven signs of life, blood, breathing, photosynthesis, chloroform, all that kinda' shit."
"Err, shouldn't that be chlorophyl?"
"Sure, probably. Anywho, then I took the first letter of every mnemonic and made one great big word. All the answers in just one word. It was pure genius on my part." Chris puffed his already impressive chest out. This particular bedroom conversation was going well.
"So what happened?" Piers had to ask, even if he already knew the answer.
"Uh, I forgot the word!" the big chest deflated.
"Babe!"
"It was then I realized I had to make a new plan."
"Like seriously revise you mean?"
"No, like seriously cheat!"
"Christopher!"
"Abalone I think it was . . . or was it Albatros? Something with A's in it."
"Asinine?"
"No, it wasn't an animal. It was a bird . . . or a fish."
"Unbelievable!"
"No, it wasn't a verb either, Ace."
"Unbelievable is an adjective!"
"That was it! Adjective! See, I knew you'd get the hang of it eventually, Piers. You've got the same smarts as me. That's why I chose you as my No.2."
"Arghh!!"
"Still cold, huh? Here, let me tighten up."
"Gurrk! T,too, t,tight!"
"Oops again. How's that? Better?"
"Hmm, much. Thanks, Babe."
"Now, where were we? Oh, yeah, SUSU. I can remember that . . . Wait, no I can't, it's not a real word! Dammit, Ace, what sounds like SUSU?"
"Er . . ."
"Ooh, I got it!"
"You have? That was, um, especially expeditious . . . for you."
"What? No, not the Mary Poppins word, the SUSU thing."
"Mary Poppins?"
"Who? No, it's Sushi! Ha! That's a word, isn't it?"
"Yes, although I'm not sure how we got there."
"Do keep up, Piers! SUSU, sounds like . . ."
"Sushi?"
"Yeah, it's obvious."
"Oohhkayy. If it works for you I guess I'm happy."
"Ha, me too, Ace! So, let's sushi up then."
"You don't have a condom, remember?"
"Goddamit! I'll have to squeeze into one of yours then."
"Watch it!"
"Uh, I just thought, what if, by some chance, I forget the sushi?"
"Then I will remind you. Besides, you don't need to remember it! After all, you'll only be having sex with me."
"Oh, yeah, of course, silly me. Ha!"
"Ha? HA??!! Did you have sex with someone else in mind? And think carefully about your answer, Bear. VERY carefully!"
"Um . . . joke?"
"Arrgh!"
"Ah, what happens if you do forget though?"
"Me! That's highly unlikely!"
"You might get a bang on the head say . . ."
"From looking down at my feet I suppose?
". . . Yeah. Or you might be in pain from a stubbed toe."
"From looking up at the ceiling?"
"Hmm, that's more likely. I mean, you'll be flat on your back, in the bed. What else is there to look at?"
"So I'm gonna stub my toe, whilst flat on my back, in our bed?"
"Don't forget the ceiling."
"I'm trying hard not to."
"See, Ace, you'd be preoccupied, and so likely to be forgetful. You really need a nemo thingy for sushi."
"Chris, for the last time, it's a mnemonic! And it so happens I do have one. It's wasabi."
"Huh?"
"Wasabi. You have it with sushi."
"I still don't get it. What's the connection?"
"Well, it only comes in green, it's fucking hot, and it's so strong, it burns your throat and brings tears to you eyes."
"It does?"
"YOU do! It's you, you great dope!"
Oh! Ahh, very good, 'comes in green'. Ha, ha, ha! Hey . . . Hang on a minute!"
Piers sighed as he reached over to the side table. "OK, so what flavor? Mango, strawberry?"
The dramatic events on the NE coast of Scotland come to a conclusion. There are impacts both physical and emotional. The effects of some will only last for days. Others will last a lifetime.
I’m sorry for the delay in my getting this chapter out - life and stuff. I hope you find it worth the wait! There will be a concluding chapter to tie up any loose ends, but this is the biggy!
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Chapters: 1 “Pre-loved”
Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Piers Nivans/Chris Redfield, Finn Macauley/Ben Airhart, Finn Macauley/Danny Svenson
Summary: Late summer, 2015, the Special Operations Unit facility, BSAA NAB, Williamsport, PA.
A little over two and a half years after their first, and intimate, leave in Ireland, Finn Macauley and Ben Airhart find the past has come back to haunt them. No sooner has Finn's and Danny Svenson's relationship started, than it may be over. Cue one paternal Captain. Piers Nivans may use the phrase,' pre-loved'. But it's Chris Redfield who puts it to the test in this standalone.
Some Alpha team fluff and banter in homage to the man who does it best. Happy birthday, Theosymphany.
Happy Birthday @theosymphany And many more of them!
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This beautiful image is by an unknown artist. It reflects the game of chess going on in this chapter perfectly. My thanks to you. nim
Chapter 14. Incoming
Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
Summary: On an isolated beach east of the village of Findhorn in Scotland, the various player's timelines are finally aligning. Chris Redfield and his Hound Wolf Squad. The witch Griselda, Ranulf and daughter, Kyla. Toy Soldier, the C-virus mutant now become Mo Ghràidh, the lycan. General James Lyall, discredited head of the BSAA. His brother, the warlock Sir Robert Lyall, with his community of werewolves. As Operation Watchtower enters its most critical phase, all are gathering at the appointed hour, at the appointed place.
We see Chris moving his players around like the pieces on a chess board. Trying to counter each opposing move, trying to push forward his own strategy, trying to stay one step ahead of check.
Under pressure from all sides, both good and evil, Chris now faces the biggest challenge of his life. An imminent attack by the man most others thought was dead. The man he loves, Piers Nivans.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
Captain Redfield of the BSAA leads another small mission after the local BSAA chapter received news of a mysterious mansion where reports of strange, vicious creatures were sited.
The bad news, Captain doesn’t have his usual team by his side. The good news, is that his Cleric companion Piers has joined him, together with two young hopefuls they found at short notice. What will this mansion hold, and will they find more leads to the strange whispers of death and the dark arts?
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It’s soon my friend @nimrod262′s birthday, and as tradition demands, a gift fic :). Dan dons leathers, and Finn develops new powers. Enjoy!
Ha, ha, ha! This is fantastic, Theo. I love the style, and all the little references to other works, from the title down to Thor. And Finn, you’re one lucky sorcerer. Just brilliant! Thank you so much for such a wonderful birthday present.
Chapter 2/2 “Where do we go from here?”
Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Finn Macauley/Ben Airhart
Characters: Finn Macauley, Ben Airhart, Sean O’Brien (OC), Sian O’Brien (OC), Chris Redfield mention, Piers Nivans mention
Additional Tags: Alpha Team, BSAA, Edonia, FinnBen, Comfort, solace, First Time, Family, RE6 AU, escape from horror of war, Ireland
Summary: They didn't know if it was written in the stars. And they couldn't ask. They just had to work it out for themselves as they went along. The conclusion to Finn and Ben’s adventures in Ireland.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Finn Macauley/Ben Airhart
Characters: Finn Macauley, Ben Airhart, Sean O’Brien (OC), Sian O’Brien (OC), Chris Redfield mention, Piers Nivans mention
Additional Tags: Alpha Team, BSAA, Edonia, Eire - Freeform, FinnBen, Comfort, solace, horror of war, First Time, Family, RE6 AU
Summary: It's January, 2013. Two operators from the BSAA's Alpha Team SOU travel to Eire whilst on leave from combat duties in Edonia. There, amongst tears and sadness, they seek comfort and solace. And find a few precious moments of peace from the horrors of war.
