I would love to hear about your ship with Bain from pay day! What’s your love story? How did you meet and how did your relationship develop and who asked the other out first? :D
Hi Fork!! Thank u so much for the ask!!
Bain And my s/i met cuz s/i forgot to hide his tracks after one of his hacker attacks. Bain saved his ass and in exchange S/i would work with the Payday gang.
During Solo missions he and I would chatter and mess around,cracking jokes (and commiting crime). Like that we grew really close, played videogames together, and generally had fun.
I think he took a long time but he asked me out first, i havent figured out that part yet!
Cw: guns, violence,trauma,abusive household and self loathing. Age gap between Rust and Chitin.
Summary: shit hits the fan in a heist,Rust goes to rescue Chitin from the cops and himself.
->A/N: so about this. This is a vent fic,and me exploring the undiagnosed, probably PTSD related ish issue I have. (ptsd is the best way I can describe it). Yall can skip this one if its too much,but im posting it to share w some Friends.
Thick tension clogged the air,with cloakers,Dozers and police officers swarming the bank. Rust,Sangres and Sydney were out- But Chitin was no-where to be seen. He hadnt answered the call outs in comms and Bain was starting to get worried,He had skimmed through the cameras to try and find him.
--Fuck!-- Bain yelled,making the heister's flinch-- Chitin's in trouble-! Hes cornered on the third floor.
The getaway car was ready to leave but not without all four passengers.
--Ill go get him-- Rust said instantly. Suddenly getting very serious and worried-- You two stay here. --He clicked a button on his ear piece and said-- Bain,im comin' in to rescue Chitin.
--Make it quick!
Yeah no shit Bain he thought.
Rust sneaks into the building and up to the third floor-Killing plenty even in this quiet approach. As soon as he reached the third floor he could hear screaming and shots firing out.
Through the crowd of Law enforcements, he could see Laz hiding behind a desk,reloading his gun. He could almost hear the choked sobs from here.
Nobody has seen Laz cry openly before Dallas told him once. Nobody except for us the original crew. Laz Hates showing when hes sad,he Hates crying or being in a bad mood around others- He doesnt want to be a burden.
We've tried talking to him about it, but its a slow process.
Something in Rust snaps then. He grabs two grenades and throws one after the other. The police are too focused on Chitin to really notice it,not until both grenades go off one after the other with an ear piercing "Bang".
Lazaro screams and curls into himself,holding his gun tight. God,he wasnt scared of being shot at- He wouldnt be in this Carreer if he was. Its just-
More shots ring out as the cops that are left standing are Killed by Rust. He then rushes to Laz,almost burning marks into the floor as he rounds the corner of the desk.
Chitin raised his gun out of instinct, dread settles over him as he hears only clicking. When did he run out of ammo?
With a scream,he crawls away quick like a scared animal. Breathing heavily through choked sobs. Rust takes one more step before Laz pulls away again,and he stops.
A lot of raccons got into the trash of his childhood home. The noises wouldnt let him sleep so every night he'd go out into the Manhattan streets and go to the garbage can across his yard. He learnt very quickly that these animals wouldnt take kindly to him scaring them off like that.
He would instead offer food and scoop them out carefully. Especially of he knew it was trash pick up day,he didnt want any critters getting hurt.
But there was one night...
He already could tell by the sound alone that it wasnt a raccoon. He saw the lid half off- A raccoon wouldve knocked it right off. So he opens it very,very slowly.
Inside he sees an injured , black cat,trying to get out with its hind legs as one of its front paws is hurt. Out of fear or instinct the cat Jumps at him and both fall to the Grass. The feline lets out a whine as it hits the soft ground.
It hisses at him.
Rust remembers his younger self slowly get low and offer his hand very,very Gently and Grab from his pocket the wrapped piece of food he brought from his home.
He offered it to the cat, who took a good while to approach him and eat. Then,he took the cat in and wrapped its paw in a bandage to immobilize it. He'd take the cat to the vet tomorrow.
Rust leaves his weapon aside and gets low on the ground with his hands up. Chitin looks confused even behind his mask,his chest went up and down wildly and his hands are shaking- his whole body is shaking.
It takes him a solid minute to get close enough to extend his hand. His voice grows quiet,rumbly and soft.
--Here is my hand --He said-- here is my hand that Will not harm you.
Lazaro seems to look at his hand,then at him. He didnt want to rush the poor guy but more reinforcements wouldnt take long to come in.
Chitin couldnt breathe,his mind raced a mile a second and he couldnt think at all at the same time. Hes trapped again,the screaming,the Fear of survival.
Dont make a sound.
Dont touch that.
Keep your head down.
Listen to me.
Your words mean nothing in this house.
Youll never be something that matters.
You are stuck here with the rest of us.
Chitin looked at the mask,the horns and the wicked grin. The scratched red nose, the black eyes. The scent of cologne and leather,the smell of car exhaust.
That curly white hair.
--Rust? -- He asked. Thomas nodded slowly.
Laz reaches for his hand and takes it. Hes pulled into a tight but careful embrace,and the scent of the Man gets overwhelming in a good way.
--I...I cant breathe-- he says. -- The mask-
Rust covered Laz with his body,his knees pressing underneath his armpits. His torso covers most of his front side,and his gloves hands are so incredibly gentle as he takes the plastic mask off- As if he was trying to thread a needle.
--There. There. Youre safe. Youre safe here-- He cooed with a voice as if it was the middle of the night. -- 'm here. Its me.
Chitin embrace him fully and cried silently,curling into him and hiding away from him so at least he wouldnt see. He doesnt want him to see, he was weak and past his breaking Point.
Everything came rushing back. The abuse,the neglect,the fights, the denial. He didnt want anyone to see how broken he was,he has to be there for everyone. It makes him happy.
--Im sorry. Im so sorry-
--The hell are you apologizin' for?
--I dont want to be a burden.
-- what-?
--the others must be waiting- I cant walk. You just- leave me here,I dont feel like im any good anyway. Just go- i put you in danger.
Rust puts the mask back on Chitin and he instantly picks him up craddling him In his arms protectively. He covers the back of his neck and his torso. And no.matter how hard Laz kicks or punches Him he doesnt let go.
--Rust dont- no! Ill get out of my own. Leave. Me.!
--Like hell I Will. Listen to me,and listen to me Real good. Youre not in that damn house anymore. You're here with me,with people that care about you...with people that love you. So,we're both getting out of here,fuckin' got it?
Lazaro keeps kicking and punching him even as Rust gets them out of there. If he needs to shoot his gun he leaves Laz in a good,safe spot and picks him right up when hes done.
At the getaway Sangres helps him Carry Lazaro into the car and the four heisters get out of the shitshow with their loot. The drive is quiet mostly,but Lazaro insists he shouldntve come pick him up.
Chitin puts his head on Rust's shoulder and his legs are on his lap. Hes still being held like a child,and he can feel the old biker rubb his back soothingly.
--I wasn' goin' to leave you behind. We all care about you-- He murmurs right into his ear-- I care about you. You know that...
--I just- how could you care about me? You've seen how fucked I am. Who would want me like this?-- Laz answered,barely a whisper.
Rust squeezes him and answers.
--I do,Hoxton does,Dallas does. Your family didnt know shit,they dont know the kickass son they got by pure fuckin' chance. Listen to me,I Will never leave you for dead. We wont leave you for dead. Ever. -- He put his face against the side of his-- You're not a goddamn burden. Got it?
Chitin didnt answer,but relaxed against him and eventually passed out on him. At the safe house,Rust let Bain take care of explaining why Lazaro was so run down and then guided him to his room to make sure hes okay.
He sits him on the bed and kneels to be at eye level.
--You here with me,punk?
Laz nodded-- Yeah. Uhm. Thanks. For...
--Dont thank me,and dont apologize either.
--Alright...alright.
Rust sighed and Gently gripped the Mans biceps. A strong but careful grip.
--Lissen' to me. Whatever that goddamn house did to you... Youre not there anymore. And youre never going back- We wont let it happen. Theyll have to kill us first. Theyll have to kill me first. You got that?
Laz wanted ti smile-- Yeah...
--Good.
Tomas got to his feet and Gently pushed away the mess of hairs that got all over Chitins face.
--Ill go get us some good, greasy food and we're callin' it a day. Go shower,itll help.
Chitin nodds and tries to get to his feet. Rust helps him,and makes sure he can walk by himself before leaving for the nearest fast food restaurant.
The Argentine then goes to shower,trying to center on what his friend did for him. His words and how warm he felt at everything hes done for him. After changing into comfortable clothes,Bain called him on his phone.
--Hey, there you are-- Bain's voice is soft and gentle-- Im sorry for what happened.
--No, dont be-- Lazaro answered-- I wasnt aware it was happening either. One of the cloakers said something and it..all came rushing back.
--I know, but I still worry.
--i 'ppreciate That Bain.
There's a brief silence,where Bain tries to figure out how to say whats on his mind- One of the reasons he called.
--Laz,I think we need to get you a proper diagnosis. This is not the first time this happened, And I wouldnt be surprised if this was some sort of PTSD. Yknow better than anyone else what happened to you,and from what I know...well I wouldnt be surprised. Jus' wanted to ask if it was okay,before I did anything.
Lazaro nodded and answered-- Yeah. Thats fine by me. Thanks.
--Its alright. Ill get to it asap..you take care of yourself. Ill get the others to cover the Next few heists.
--Yeah,i get that. --Chitin reassured, laying down in bed-- Rust's gonna be back soon with some food. Ill talk to you later.
--alright. Be safe, doll.
--You too.
Lazaro was in such a state he didnt realize the petname until way later,and decided to just ignore the warmth on his cheeks. He had a big bad crush on his boss too-
Anyway,Rust came back with the food and both marathoned a bunch of movies together- Mainly Laz's favorites like Hellboy and Pacific rim. The other heisters didnt take long to join them.
There with all his Friends,lovers and co-workers smudged together...Lazaro didnt feel so alone. This was his home. A home that Will not harm him.
