Tags: fluff, that is all just pure nice fluff for once
Note: short and sweet because I've had this in my notes for over 4 months and its been collecting dust + i decided to finish it late into the night instead of sleeping so that's a plus
'i'll take you to that ranch one day'
So here they were, sat on the porch of the said ranch, a warm yet also gentle breeze hitting their faces - this felt nice, it was nice even in fact.
In all of his years of living, so many empty and broken promises later here he was, finally fulfilling and seeing the result of a promise well kept to its word.
Living a life full of unfulfilled promises is one thing, but actually experiencing a promise kept is a completely different type of feeling.
Having lost himself in thought, unaware of his name being called at him by his partner. A small habit he had acquired over the years after retiring from the military. Always getting lost in his own mind.
"Adrian??.. - Adrian darlin' you're spacin' off again"
The source of the voice having a clear southern accent near the vowels of their words. The same gentle breeze from before once again tickling Adrian's face more - it's rather relaxing. Some of the breeze swaying into the few grey-ing strands of his now salt n' pepper hair in his beard. His telltale sign of him finally living his life out to the fullest.
A cold sweet-tea in Phillips hand as he tilted his head to the side ever so slightly to display a look a slight concern mixed with a well amount of care for Adrian. Leaning ever so slowly towards the other - placing his calloused hand onto Adrian's jean trousers before noticing that this had definitely caught the poles attention.
"what's occupied tha' mind of yours then hm?"
A brows raised, followed by a soft look in his tired eyes - the two of them had taken up care of the ranch ever since retirement. Most definitely for some peace and quiet compared to the complete opposite of sorts that they had to deal with before this all.
As the breeze continued to play with their hair, Adrian had turned to Phillip, eyes meeting once again with a small sparkle back in them. "Feels like a different lifetime, no?, like something you'd only just daydream about"
Phillip nodded, his eyes reflecting a contentment that echoed Adrian's sentiments. "Best decision we ever made though."
He wasn't wrong there, it was a good decision, but definitely something neither of them had fully gotten used to yet no matter how long ago that decision was made already. Besides all of that, retirement was most definitely the best course of action to go through with. Gone were the days of knowing that the two of them couldn't show their love for one another for fear of fraternization - either way, that was in the past.
If Adrian had told his younger self that he'd be spending his retirement on a ranch in Southern America, spending the rest of his life with the man he loved. Then he truly wouldn't believe him - Not in a bad sense of course, more in a shocked way that was a comforting way of telling someone that 'things do truely get better eventually in the end' kind of way
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Word Count : 782
Summary: Warlock spending his final moments questioning the idea of there possibly being a 'higher being'
tags: Character death,religous topics
Note: babies first time uploading a drabble onto tumblr instead of ao3 so i have completely zero clue what i am doing, possibly out of character too but i wrote this at 3am with a lack of sleep.
Warlock didn't consider himself to be religious at all.
Religion is one of those topics that really only get brought up in dire situations, in life or death situations, or even sat on your grandparents porch on a warm summer evening. It's always one of those things that aren't really thought about in a day to day life until you're sat down with another person and either one of you brings it up.
"Shadow 0-1, this is Warlock - how copy?"
Being religious means that you spend your life believing and hoping that a higher and greater being exists and is watching over you. A being that knows each sin one has committed and each good deed one has done.
"Warlock this is Shadow 0-1, hear you loud an' clear"
He never considered himself religious, he was brought up in a Catholic household yet never really took in the lessons all those Sundays at church had tried to tell him.
Religion was a topic he never delved upon in life. He'd witnessed his own fair share of soldiers cry out for their mother's or even start praying before having any remaining will of life get drained from them moments later.
Religion is one of those topics that really only get brought up in dire situations.
"Sir- you ever consider yourself religious..?"
Yet here he was, layed down on a patch of discoloured and drought-induced grass, his ghillie suit caked in a mixture of dried up mud and his own blood.
"I'd like to consider m'self religious warlock"
Adrian was said to never consider himself religious.
Yet in that moment he had caught himself starting to shakily place one of his hands onto his heart, its pace unsteady - ready to finally go to rest in the confines of its bone and muscle cage.
And prayed.
Prayed to make it out of this one.
Prayed to be able to see his loved ones face just one more time.
"And you? You consider yourself religious at all hun?"
'Hun'
By holy god would he miss hearing those three lettered words of endearment.
"warlock?.."
How long has he been like this? Laying on the grass, a gaping hole in his side, a hole that housed the bullet from the enemy.
Lucky shot
Time felt slow, too slow. Painstakingly and unbearably slow.
Was a higher being taking pity on his poor mortal life? Was a god watching over him?
For once Adrian hoped so.
Hope
"Adrian?.. Speak to me dammit!"
"phil, sir- 'm not making it"
A small chuckle had left his soft lips, a chuckle he never thought he'd have to hear. Something he didn't think anyone would have to hear at all. Did bleeding out always take this long?
He'd never consider himself to be the type of person to get down on their knees at an alter and pray away all their sins, ask for forgiveness from the lord or even pray for others. Yet here he was, tears pricking up in the corner of his eyes, rethinking his entire life and his actions in the last few moments of his rather short and uneventful life.
"not enough time.. For assistance.. Just want to... hear you talk a little bit more"
Talk, he can talk, talk to his dying lover who promised they'd end up retired, sat on the old wooden porch on Phillips Country ranch in the southern parts of texas. Perhaps with a dog, a German shepherd would've been nice. Perhaps even a few grey hairs starting to show up in either of their hair.
Oh would he have loved to see that ranch Phillip promised him the night before that he'd take him to. The same night they were sitting in his office, sharing a small bottle of brandy.. or was it whiskey?
"You did good dear, proud of ya - i'll take you to that ranch another' time hm?"
Everything sounded muffled for him now, his vision fading in an uneven and unfamiliar pattern. Shaky breaths leaving his lips as he weakly nodded.
Our Father, who art in heaven,
Breath in
hallowed be thy name;
thy kingdom come;
Fade out
thy will be done;
on earth as it is in heaven.
Fade in
Give us this day our daily bread.
Breath out
And forgive us our trespasses,
Breath in
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
...
Breath out.
Warlock didn't consider himself to be religious at all. The thought of religion only crossed his mind once more as he lay on his grass covered deathbed. Small,sharp,breaths filling his ears as he finally accepted the fact that this higher being is granting him the time to forever lay and rest.
Summary: Warlock goes out for a late night smoke, eventually Graves finds him and they enjoy eachothers company for a while
Notes: kinda ill right now so I've barely slept but at least I've written some good food for once <3
♠️ Fic bellow cut + translation at end ♠️
It wasn't unusual for warlock to be out this late at night while on leave, his hair loosely tied up - a few stray strands laying free on his face. He would've let down his hair down by now with how late it was into the night but there just was a certain soft breeze in the air that had just felt too nice when it softly passed by his face, to which he decided to keep the bun in. This same breeze was blowing the smoke from his lit cigarette that lay in between his pointer and middle finger.
He wasn't much of a smoker, didn't consider himself one anyways but then again he didn't consider himself many things which in turn - from an outsiders point of view, made him look like a hypocrite to an extent.
Perhaps he did smoke from time to time, let his mind wander as he watched the smoke drift off and mix into the outside air. Each swirling pattern being different from the last.
He hadn't smoked in a while if anything, his ex-wife always nagging at him to quit whenever she caught him. She'd always tell him that either the smoking would kill him early or his work would. To keep her happy he did quit, emphasis on the /did/.
She'll never know now how that ends now, probably for the better anyways.
The silence during the night had been something Warlock had needed, something that he found Suprisingly odd to come to terms to. Then again, being in the military isn't a quiet job now is it.
Either way, that silence was broken when the door to the porch, that he stood barefoot on, was opened - he didn't bother turning around and instead brought the cigarette down from his lips, his hands over the railing.
"there you are ady,"
There was that southern tone he grew to love, the nickname - he's working on loving that too. Warlock heard graves walk over to the railing and had felt graves bring his arm around the others waist, running his thumb gently over his hip.
He cleared his throat before he spoke, a soft smile on his lips as he felt graves' small affections towards him. He always did cherish these much smaller things from him. "Did i wake you? Sorry, tried to be quiet about it"
This brought a small chuckle from Graves before he turned his head to look at warlock. Taking the cigarette off from him and taking a drag from it, earning a small playful scoff from the other.
"hm, to an extent hun. Felt ya leave the bed so i got curious"
A small nod followed with a hum came from warlock before he took his cigarette back from Graves. Playfully rolling his eyes at the other, "that curiosity also led you to steal my cigarette too?"
His right brow raised at this question towards the other, always finding it fun to mess with him. Graves had supressed a laugh at this before he retracted his arm from warlocks waist, linking his own hands together.
"perhaps, dont plan on staying out here too long so it would just be a waste if i lit one m'self" a small shrug had followed after this from the southern man before he had turned around to lean against the said metal railing, preferring to have the small gusts of wind off from hitting him straight face on.
"besides, ya love me too much to be mad at me for stealin' it" a quick yet still noticeable wink came from graves as he patted warlock's shoulder, silently signalling to the other that he was to leave.
"hmn- za bardzo," Warlock had muttered before he took a final drag of the cigarette, the ember glowing bright in the darkness of the late evening before putting it out on the railing. Graves watched him quietly as he did so, the moonlight casting a soft glow on his features. "Wait," Warlock murmurs towards him, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with an urgency that Graves just couldn't ignore right now. Both of their eyes had met, a silent exchange between them two. Graves had stopped in his tracks, cocking his head to the side slightly to show his interest.
Warlock on the other hand had inched his way over to the southern man and grabed a handful of the other's t-shirt, bringing him into a quick yet loving kiss onto his lips. Both of them bringing themselves closer towards the other to try feel each others warmth more while outside - the taste of the cigarette hung on warlock's lips as graves had kissed the Pole back, bringing his hands to cup his partners cheeks. He felt the rough texture of the facial scarring beneath his fingertips, his touch being a mix of being tender yet still careful incase they still hurt.
Warlock had leaned into Graves' touch, the warmth of his calloused hands being a soothing contrast to the lingering discomfort of the scars he had gotten not so long ago. Graves pulled back slightly from the kiss, his eyes searching Warlock's for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. But instead, he found nothing but warmth and longing reflected back at him.
"adrian.."
Graves muttered out, his voice quiet and soft-spoken compared to his more louder tone.
"come back inside, jest za zimno tutaj"
Warlock had quickly responded back, taking graves' hand into his and began leading them away from the porch and back inside the small building that warlock called 'his temporary home'. The small romantic moment didn't last long as he found himself back into their shared bed once more almost immediately, a small series of soft kisses being planted on his jaw down to his collar bone. Making warlock let out a small breath at this unexpected affection from the other.
"You're so needy you know that Phil, tak?"
This caused graves to pause in his tracks and look up at the brunette, a slightly unamused look in his eyes before placing a final kiss onto warlocks shoulder.
Graves had moved to be sat up now besides warlock, grabbing the bed's duvet that was thrown to the other side of the bed. "Wow, me - needy? 'm just making up for lost time Ady. Besides, you seemed to enjoy it."
"Flattery will get you nowhere but the couch Phillip. Although, not the worst thing in the world to get." a yawn had left warlock as he took the hair tie out from his hair, letting his hair fall down to just above his shoulders once more, running his hand through it to comb it out from his face. Warlock's more playful remark lingered in the air - eliciting a soft chuckle from Graves while he watched Warlock's movements with a soft smile, his own fatigue mirrored in the heavy droop of his eyelids. He soon reached out to Warlock, pulling him closer until they were nestled against each other - their bodies practically melting into eachothers' embrace, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he savored the warmth and comfort of being in Graves' arms again.
Graves was about to try get the last say in it all but had warlock beat him to it with a small muttered "Idź spać Fillip, za dużo gadasz" Which put a confused look onto graves' face for a moment before he had decided to let the comment slide for the night.
Translations:
Za bardzo - too much
Jest za zimno tutaj - it's too cold here
Tak - yes
Idż spać Fillip, za dużo gadasz - go to sleep Phillip, you talk too much
