#bropunk

[masbro-cophine]

To the fic writers out there who are still alive in the orphan black fandom, I beg of you, I need Sarah and Tony fics, no one ever really hopped aboard that train, I will give my eye in payment.

[b00ksandcleverness]

Can I please have a bropunk (Sarah and Tony) one? No one really ships them but they are my babies. And as to what they are doing it's your choice! I love your writing so I trust you :)

Tony was enjoy a lazy day nap (a rare treat) when he was rudely interrupted by someone flopping down on top of him. 

“Oomph” he grunted playfully, opening his eyes and catching sight of his lion-maned girlfriend burrowing into him. People thought Cosima was the octopus - they’d never slept with Sarah Manning. He wriggled around, trying to adjust to the weight of her on top of him, and she poked his sides. 

“Stop movin’. Comfy.” Her mumbling was absolutely adorable, so he settled in, enjoying the feel of her against him. She nuzzled even further into him as he stopped moving. 

“You stink.” She grumbled, but didn’t stop rubbing her nose against his neck. He grinned.

“You like it.” 

“Shut up.”

He kissed the top of her head, nuzzling into her hair. “Sleep,” he whispered, nearly back to sleep himself, and smiled as she murmured her agreement. Sleepy Sarah Manning was the most adorable thing in the world. 

[rokstarfiction]

I have caved and gotten an AO3 account invitation.

More out of wanting another backup to archive my work and not trusting ff.net, and also because I like feedback and its easier to give on there than here, but some of you have asked in the past so I figured I’d let you know.

I’ll post the details when I get the invite, probably tomorrow, and start uploading some of my works.

Edit: Yes I have said in the past I already technically had a beta account (which I got YEARS ago when you had to wait two weeks to get an invite) I however don’t remember any of the login info and don’t use any of the emails I would have signed up with back then anymore. So. New account.

[rokstarfiction]

If anyone is actually following it;

I'm going to be compiling all of Extraction on this fic blog probably later tonight so its all findable. I intended to do it now but I won't have time before work.

[rokstarfiction]

Extraction || Part 14 || Orphan Black Fanfic

When Tony woke up he was aware of a few things.

A headache, probably more from the gunfire near his head for a good half the day than the alcohol he consumed.

His shirt and vest were off and his left arm was bandaged.

His pants, but not boxers, seemed to have also been removed and there was a sheet over him.

His right leg felt like it was on fire.

If he shifted even a little it felt like he’d dislocated his left shoulder or something. It just hurt, the way a bruise he’d once gotten from a baseball bat across the back had hurt. He assumed it was the remains of impact of the bullet that had caught him as they entered the building.

Lastly, there was a warm body snuggled up to his left side. The heavy dreadlocks that tickled his chin told him just who it was.

He groaned and looked around.

The house they were in was well kept, but furniture seemed to have been moved out of the way in favor of a small mattress that he was laying on. Sarah appeared asleep with one of the blonde children, the boy it must have been he guessed from the short hair, asleep on her chest. His hand reached down as if he had been holding on to his sisters hand as he fell asleep. Helena slept next to them on the floor, the little girl asleep on her. One of her hands wrapped protectively around the girls waist.

He heard Alison’s voice raised slightly in another room, and Donnie’s, apparently arguing with S and Rachel who sounded like they were on the same side of the argument as each other.

“Too weird.” He shook his head, pulling Cosima closer into his good side, she nuzzled into his flat chest. She clung to him, he knew in part because she must be worried about Delphine and needed him to anchor her, he knew they wouldn’t be going to the same safehouse at first. He looked up and away, to see Sarah, also looking exhausted, awake and looking back at him. She shook her head, closing her eyes to go back to sleep.

Tony followed her example. He’d done his job, waiting until he didn’t feel like he’d been hit by a load of fucking bricks to find out what the fuck was happening next was the least he owed himself.

-Fin

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Extraction || Part 13 || Orphan Black Fanfic

Helena grabbed a hand rail and kept firing, Scotts labcoat was stained read, thankfully he was wearing a vest under it, though it was open at the sides as it was a little too small for him. He appeared to have been hit squarely in the shoulder and Sarah hauled him into the chopper as it started to hover. Tony watched as she threw herself inside as Helena, Alison and Siobhan kept up their cover fire. Helena finally climbed inside as Ben opened fire on the roof, finally causing the rest of the men to drop or scramble back inside for cover.

Military choppers were neat, he thought, his head getting fuzzier.

“Tony.”

So many things were happening.

Rachel was there, looking out of place. Her bodyguards gone, all expendable apparently, though worth their weight in gold for how well they held off the soldiers following them.

Alison was crouched next to them, she seemed to be ranting about something to Sarah, who held the little boy in her lap, while gesturing to his leg. He caught the word ‘blood loss’. Helena was saying something over and over again, to the little girl she held, her free hand on the little boys head. She was crying, the feral look completely gone she looked like a child again, like the night he’d first met her…

“OW! Son of a bitch be careful.”

“You shut your mouth, I need to sew up your leg! Drink this.” He saw his hands again, covered in now drying blood, as a bottle of whiskey was shoved in his hand. Alison poured another bottle over his wound, causing him to curse and jerk again. He rolled his head, watching as Felix put pressure on Scott’s wound.

“TONY!” Cosima finally got his attention, and he caught her eyes, panicked. “Tony! Where. Is. Delphine!”

“Oh.” The alcohol was mixing with his fuzzy head. He wasn’t worried, she was with Cal. The safehouse would fix her. “Got shot. Cal took her to a safehouse in the desert.”

“How bad Tony?” Why couldn’t Sarah answer these questions, she was there. She’s the reason Delphine wasn’t worse off. He looked at Sarah, also covered in someone else’s blood. “Lotsa blood, but right side. Think ‘t was just her shoulder.”

“Oh, thank goddess.” Cosima sighed.

“Hey. Hey I got shot too ya know…”

“I know, you stupid, stupid boy.” Cosima smiled down at him, her head shaking. Tears streamed down her face now that she didn’t need to see to shoot. It was weird, Cosima didn’t cry unless she was angry.

He didn’t realize when he’d slipped down the side of the chopper but he had. He looked at Alison, who shook her head at him, and then back at Cosima. His leg didn’t hurt anymore, half the whisky bottle was gone when it was snatched away from him by Felix, who took a large swig before pouring it on Scott’s shoulder.

His back still throbbed where he had been hit though.

He felt himself lifted up by the straps of his vest, Cosima’s mouth coming down on his briefly but sweetly. He smiled, a lopsided smirk. It had been weeks since he’d felt those soft lips and he felt a giggle come out of his mouth, which pretty much only happened when he was crossfaded. When he laid his head back again, Cosima was behind him, her torso providing a pillow for his head. Her hands found his hair as they always did.

“Mmmm. Comfy. Missed you.”

“Don’t you dare pass out on me you idiot.”

[rokstarfiction]

Extraction || Part 12 || Orphan Black Fanfic

Crack. Crack.

It was louder this time, heard above the propellers that were already started up. Tony’s head was fuzzy all he knew was he wasn’t gonna drop the kid he held with his bloody hands and his girl wasn’t going to drop him. He sighed when he heard that sound again.

“HELENA GET IN!” He heard Sarah scream, followed by gunfire, as he was nearly dragged into the large chopper, obviously battle ready.

Crack. That was S’s gun. It sounded different. There was a lot of smaller gunfire coming from just outside the helicopter. He looked up, Helena was grinning in a feral way. Not at all a smile, more of a predator showing teeth and he smiled as he handed off the child to Felix.

“Oh good. You lived.” He saw through the flamboyant, flippant comment. Felix didn’t look confused at all as he took the child, and sat him on the seat. Clearly he’d been updated of the events on the ground. Rachel climbed in with the little girl as Alison jumped out, providing cover fire for Sarah and Scott who were still far too close to the door for his liking. Sarah fired twice into the opening and grabbed Scott by his button up collar, both of them running full sprint towards the helicopter. Helena and Alison took turns trading out clips as men came through the door at an alarming speed.

“Benjamin, get us off the ground!” Siobhan shouted, she crouched just inside the helicopter with her rifle on the other side of the open doors from Alison who took aim from inside the relative safety of the machine, though never missed a shot. Tony noticed Helena’s rifle tossed casually inside the doors, not even broken down as Cosima set him down and went to grab a gun herself. Tony grabbed her hand and pulled her back. He’d made it this far he wasn’t losing her to a stray round. She looked at him, determined, but her look faded when she looked around the back of the helicopter that was starting to lift off the roof.

“Wait. Where’s Delphine!?”

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Extraction || Part 11 || Orphan Black Fanfic

Last flight of stairs, one more of Rachel’s body guards dead holding off the forces behind them.

Tony had thrown away his gun and taken Cosima’s. She was using all of her energy to keep him upright, the nearly twenty flights of stairs had not been kind on his leg wound and he felt it bleeding through the bandage.

Sarah had eventually given up the child, though she maintained a distrusting look on her face, to Rachel, around the time her last clip gave out. She’d taken the Proclone’s fire arm, which she’d actually surprisingly used twice on the floors below them. Scott had taken another sidearm off of a soldier, sticking the extra gun in his labcoat pocket should anyone need it.

Tony heard his gun click hollowly, he’d given up counting bullets it was all he could do to keep his vision clear to fire, and groaned. Simply dropping the gun, he was surprisingly handed a child rather than the spare weapon.

“Get to the helicopter!” Sarah shouted, holding the door open. Boots clattered five floors below them. Tony held tightly to the blonde boy, who hid his face in Tony’s scruff immediately. The little girl in Rachel’s arms was looking around, interested.

Shit these kids were gonna be more fucked up than them.