It turned out a little longer than I thought but I hope you like it! 🥺❤️
Rubble and dust, that was all that was left of your apartment, the floors above yours had started collapsing and you couldn’t stay there any longer, on top of that, your food had almost ran out.
Packing down the last bags of snacks, your water bottle and cans of food you had left in your backpack you slowly started your descent from the 12th floor, cautiously avoiding any cracks in the floor to avoid it caving in as you rounded every corner pistol first.
The first few floors were easy enough to manoeuvre, only a few possessed had roamed the stairwell and when kept at a distance, they were easy to pick off one by one but you could hear the fighting demons downstairs.
Looking at the sign at the bottom of the staircase you kept count.
“Ten.” Looting through the relatively intact looking floor you’d found a bag of Keen candies, it’s better than nothing.
“Nine.” Three possessed and a corpse, you’d found some food in their backpack, they’d want you to have it. The shrieks from the floors below you are getting louder, the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears was deafening.
“Eight.” Structural integrity was becoming a problem, the lower the floors the more demon activity and damage they'd gone through it would seem, walls having been broken down and apparent scorch marks in the stairwell had left the concrete steps weakened.
“Seve-” As you placed your foot on the final step the concrete crumbled down below you, hitting the floor below hard, a chunk of concrete landing right on your thigh, sending a crushing pain though your whole leg as you desperately reached for the metal handrail, the remaining flights of stairs had more or less crumbled down completely, leaving you at the edge of a three to four floor drop.
“Six.” Gently pulling yourself up with the help of the handrail you limp into the open area, you were going to have to find another way out of here. The demons you could hear earlier had gone eerily quiet, the thought of them having left already crossed your mind but was soon interrupted as an Imp rushed around the corner and just about ran into you.
Firing three shots, the flashes of the gun illuminated the dark hallways previously vaguely lit by distant flames, two shots hit the Imp in the chest, the other barely missing its head. Leaping backwards it charged up a fireball in its claws, causing you to run for cover behind what remained of a knocked over reception desk as the searing projectile narrowly missed its target.
With trembling hands and tears in your eyes from the pain that was still lingering in your leg that seemingly slithered up your spine, you peeked up above the desk, pistol raised and ready to fire, an explosion rang out in the distance, distracting the Imp for long enough for you to take your shot.
Blood and gore splattered the walls around the demons' now headless corpse, watching it fall limp to the ground you let out a long held breath of relief, only to see that your plasma shot had only hit the wall behind the demon, not its head.
Footsteps, there were footsteps coming down the hallway towards you and there was no way for you to see what was coming. What else would have such impeccable aim other than a demon soldier, or perhaps it was a lucky shot by a wandering corpse?
Teeth clenched, tears trailing down your cheeks and with your heart seemingly lodged in your throat you held the pistol high, you were not going to die today, no matter what.
Skirting around the broken down wall into the reception area was a heavily armoured marine holding a crimson scoped rifle, while his appearance first took you by surprise you would not let your guard down, there’s no proof that what’s under that armour isn’t corrupted, the pistol remained aimed at his head, you wouldn’t miss this time.
Seemingly just as surprised as you at the sudden appearance of another human the marine stood still, lowering his gun in an attempt to show that he wasn’t a threat, you weren’t buying it. Placing the rifle on his back very slowly he took a few small steps towards you at a time, hands raised in front of his chest, too self-aware to be a demon.
“Stop right there..!” Your voice faltering and hands shaking was a dead giveaway to the marine that you were not an experienced soldier. He already knew that that pistol shot wouldn’t do anything to him in his Preator suit. Taking another gentle step towards you and reaching the opposite side of the desk he reached out a hand, placing it ever so gently on top of yours that were holding on to the pistol for dear life.
Finally letting out a cracked sob you surrendered the pistol to the marine, instead choosing to crouch down and cling to the desk in order to take as much weight off of your leg as possible. Placing the pistol down on the mauled work surface he kneeled down next to you while making sure to keep his full view of the floor.
You both remained quiet while he inspected your leg, sitting you down and taking out a small medpack from one of his many pockets, applying a tight bandage to keep the swelling down to a minimum until he could get you better care, noticing you wince as it became tighter he placed a hand on your arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
Looking into the gentle eyes behind the visor you wiped away the spilling tears.
“I-I’m scared.”
Snaking his arms under your legs and back, motioning for you to place your hands around his neck you did as he instructed, but not before you reached out and placed your weapon, safety on, against your chest. Lifting you up against his chest he took a few steps forward, a blue vortex opening up in front of you both. He wasn’t going to just leave you there.
Can you do “I’m scared” with Flynn and reader, as a sort of sequal to the 'look away' prompt?
I hope I did it justice, mysterious anon 🙇♀️
How long had it been since VEGA had ushered you out of the room as your love had bled out in front of you?
You weren't sure.
The only thing you remembered afterwards was that you’d frantically started scrubbing away at the blood that had dripped onto the wooden floors.
You couldn’t stand the sight of it, the smell even less so, it only reminded you of the painful truth that Flynn might not make it.
It had to be removed, immediately. Perhaps if… the blood was out of sight.. he wouldn’t be injured..? You could act like everything was fine, like the world wasn’t ending, like the only thing that could stop it wasn’t slowly slipping away from behind locked doors.
You’d kept your head down all the way, an unbreakable focus had consumed you as you followed the blood trail on all fours as you went, risking damaging the wood as you scrubbed away at it. The cleaning robots never got the blood out right. You’d eventually made your way back into the main hall, following the trail until your hand bumped into a cold and sticky piece of cold metal as you reached for the washing bucket on the side.
Slowly looking over at what you’d touched your heart stopped, your hand now resting on the helmet the slayer had discarded as he heaved for precious air.
Dropping the brush and everything else you picked it up with both hands, not paying the crimson that stained your hands any mind. When he woke up he was going to have a hard time repairing it, deep gashes and a shattered visor leaving the piece of armour essentially useless.
Correction, if he woke up.
Holding it up towards your face you pressed your forehead against the frontal part of the helmet, even covered in blood it smelled like him. It was the same smell that he left on the sheets in the morning when he kissed you goodbye, the same smell you’d inhale when he held you close after your playful bickering. Oh what you wouldn’t give to hold him like that again, to go back to better times, back to when he was ok.
As your tears rolled down your cheeks they landed on and ran down the stained helmet, the crimson slowly streaking the surface free of blood.
“If you die… I'll drag you back from Nekravol myself.” Sniffling, you picked up a washcloth, slowly and meticulously cleaning out every nook, corner and crack on the helmet.
“I’ll obliterate the Maykrs, I’ll grind all of Hell into dust, all for you, just to see your smile.” Your voice was trembling, the words you were speaking falling heavy on your shoulders.
“I just need you to stay strong, one last time, please.” Standing up, helmet in hand, you approached the giant window overlooking Earth, new cracks in the planet's crust were forming every day, the seemingly carved in pentagram nearly reaching completion before you.
“Flynn…” Hugging the piece of armour, you clenched your jaw shut as your hands gripped onto it harder. Your knuckles turning white, you refused to cry more tears, they wouldn’t help him.
im sorry if its a little too personal but ive been having a really bad time recently and could i please have some comforting reader x marauder?
I’m so sorry to hear you’re feeling this way and I hope that you’re doing better now. I try to do my requests in order, and I originally wrote this for myself as a self insert a few days ago after a really bad nightmare. It wasn’t going to leave the Discord server but maybe it could help you as well. ❤️
“It’s OK my love, it’s ok.” He’d been holding onto her for what felt like hours, but in reality only a few minutes had passed. She was shaking and clinging onto him for dear life, having been pulled into the marauders lap as the sobs wracked through her body uncontrollably.
“It- It seemed, it just felt so real.” The dream he’d awoken her from had been anything but pleasant. She’d refused to sleep for more than a few hours at a time for days fearing this would happen, this wasn’t going to improve the situation.
“I know, I’m here, you’re safe, you just had a nightmare.” Holding onto her tighter she let out a broken cry that cut through his heart, nuzzling into the top of her head.
The headhunter listened as her breathing grew increasingly jagged, more panicked and rough. He felt so useless in these situations, knowing that he couldn’t confront what had hurt her. It was all in her head and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t make it stop. What use is all his strength if he cannot keep her safe from her own mind?
He hushed gently and ran his claws through her hair in an attempt to calm her, though it seemed to do very little.
“Come now my love, look at me.” Her eyes were filled to the brim with tears, her cheeks stained with sorrow. “Breathe with me, ok?” She nodded and tried to wipe the tears from her cheeks but more simply fell and took their place. Everything felt pointless, why is everything so impossible? Her bottom lip was quivering as she watched him take a deep breath, attempting to follow suit although some sobs breaking her breath in between. “There, just keep breathing with me, you’re home, you’re safe.” She closed her eyes and focused on his breathing, on his hands holding her tight, for a dream it felt horrifyingly real.
“I’m sorry I’m... such a mess… It’s too late for this..” The headhunter resisted the urge to roll his eyes, to think you’d be trying to apologise for having a nightmare, something you cannot control in the slightest. He gave her a comforting smile and pulled her into his embrace once again, holder her tight against his chest.
“You have nothing to apologise for.” Taking a deep breath he waited for her to do the same, holding it for a few seconds and releasing it along with her. “Tell me what you need.”
A quiet mumble sounded out against this chest and he nodded, reaching over to the side of the bed carefully as to not startle her with any sudden movements. Taking the earbuds from their little white case he gently lifted her head by her chin and helped put them in, she was shaking like a leaf in autumn.
“What do you want to listen to?” Pulling out her phone he tapped the code in, his claws clicking against the glass.
“Oven-Fresh Day, please, the one from Viva Piñata.” Humming in agreement he set the volume at around 30%, playing the song for her while rocking her on his lap.
“Would you like to play it together, in the morning, that is?” In between sniffles she agreed, and asked to stay where she was, he wasn’t going to be asking her to move anytime soon. He’d stay awake and watch over her, if he couldn’t fight her demons for her he’d make damn sure to support her while she did.
Could you please do “it’s not worth it” with Marauder and reader?
Ok, so you probably thought this was going to be super serious, well 4am me thought differently. 🥴❤
Candy wrappers, stray pieces of pick n mix candy, orphaned potato chips, you name it, it had landed all over the place.
Having finished the movie she’d brought from her planet the marauder had started picking up after their evening together. The man was practically allergic to any kind of mess after his time as a night sentinel, so when the light came back on he was beyond mortified. Watching from a distance as his partner happily snacked away on a bag of cheese doodles on his bed where they’d both sat.
“What?” Staring back at the headhunter she squinted slightly. She could never tell what was going through his head, he simply gestured to the entire bed. “Oh, I thought we were changing the sheets anyway.”
“You… You’ve covered my bed in cheese noodle dust!” She snickered, holding up a single finger to hush the, to everyone else, terrifying demon.
“Cheese doodle, my dear, and it’s not like you sleep in them anyway!” He might have been far away, but she could see his maroon eyes twitch.
“Maybe, just maybe, I was planning on doing just that tonight.” Crossing his arms in front of his chest he growled, looking away from the snack goblin that had somehow found him in that broken down house during the initial invasion.
“Aww don’t be so grumpy, I’ll help you clean and then we can get to ‘sleeping’ in the bed.” As she patted a dust covered hand on his bedsheet, his eyes widened in horror.
“You’re tiny! You’re quite literally half my size! How did you even manage this without me noticing?!” Waggling her eyebrows at her love she dipped her hand into the bag once again, a frown appearing on her face as she pulled up the last remaining doodles. “Aww, don’t be so grumpy.” They exchanged glares, all gloves were off.
Holding the bag out straight from her side she gestured to the bag, to the bed below it, and back to the bag.
“It’s not worth it.” Creeping up to her slowly she shifted to the opposite side of the bed that he was approaching.
She knows she shouldn’t.
He thought she wouldn’t.
But she was anything but predictable.
As soon as she started flipping the bag over he pounced, grabbing onto her arm in a futile attempt of keeping the cheesy dust cloud from falling onto the sheets to no avail. The bag was flung into the air, some landing on the bed but most landing on the headhunter.
Howling in faux agony he rolled off of the bed, his armour making the fall sounds a lot harder than it was. Peeking over the side of the bed she looked down at her defeated foe.
“You know if anyone else saw this you’d never be taken seriously again.”
“If someone else saw this they’d be dead.”
“No, they just left.” As she gestured out the open door he shot up instantly, flailing up on his feet and taking off after the nosy idiot, she snorted.
I have two prompts: 1 reader grabs Akridon by horns and kisses him 2: she makes him a flower crown
He didn’t know where he was, and he didn’t know how they got there.
Her gentle touches traced his chest, a soft giggle emanating from her chest, the knight that held her against him let out a raspy laugh, incapable of keeping a straight face while she made such lovely sounds.
“I didn’t think I’d ever have this.” Holding her close, the fragrant flowers surrounding them painted the landscape like a masterful painting as he showed her one of the few places one might find peace in Sentinel Prime.
Yes, he had taken her there, had he not?
“But here you are.” She smiled up at him, he returned the gesture, enjoying finally having a moment of respite in his busy life as the first commanding Hall Master.
He could see his brothers marching in the distance, was that Sash?
Somehow they were all there, he’d forgotten the battle he’d fought moments before, it seemed more a distant memory than anything.
“Here I am.” Smiling and letting her fingers trace over his many scars she hummed a silent tune, he listened attentively.
“Sing for me.” Growing silent she glanced upward towards emerald green eyes, unsure of what he would like to hear.
“I can’t sing.” Giving an usure shrug she returned to his scars, inquiring about their origins and he played along for a while before once again asking the same thing.
“You sing me a song close to your heart, and I’ll sing you one of mine.” The offer was too good to give up, even though it meant she would possibly embarrass herself in front of the headhunter.
“Sleep on me, feel the rhythm in my chest, just breathe
I will stay so the lantern in your heart won't fade”
As you sang the sentinel closed his eyes, relaxing against the wall you’d been leaning back against.
“Kiss my lips, feel the rhythm of your heart and hips
I will pray so the castle that we've built won't cave”
She reached up towards his horns as he became distracted, tugging at them gently as to bring his lips down towards hers, placing a loving and warm kiss onto his smiling lips.
Horns? It didn’t matter, he was at peace, she was happy, that’s all that mattered
Hands grabbing on to you hungrily he sighed into the kiss, the scenery, your singing, his home planet not showing any signs of decay or battle, he never wanted to awaken.
If this was a dream let him sleep.
He never wants to wake up if it means leaving this behind.
Lavender, a symbol of their love and devotion towards each other.
Amaryllis, for the pride he held in protecting that which he held dear.
Gladiolus, a heavy stem to remember his revered honor.
All woven around a bundle of Cypress she tied the final ends together, holding the crown in front of her as the blue flames surrounding them lit her work. As she inspected it her eyes remained dry, for she had no more tears to shed.
The crown would be unlike anything this or any other world had ever seen, the past kings and queens of Argent D’Nur would envy it even from within their grand marble and gold mausoleums.
The hundreds of bell towers of Sentinel Prime rang not for sorrow, but to announce the arrival of their mightiest warrior into the halls of legends.
Those unfortunate enough to find themselves enemies of Argent D’Nur would tremble before the deafening chorus of metal striking metal, those allied to her would bow in respect as the warriors marched past them.
Stepping forward she held her head high, the sentinels standing guard remained silent out of respect, ever vigilant as the crown was placed upon the knight's head, a silent and broken kiss placed against his cold and torn lips.
“Find us a place of peace, and I will join you once again when the time is right.”
As the pyre was lit wild wraithfire sparks shot up and out from the flames, floating towards the pitch black night sky, becoming one with the stars above and shining down upon her once again.
