#samael pierson

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Sammy kissing Turner

Aiello: I say that one is a 7.5

Zussman: Tck, 4.5, I've seen them kiss better

Daniels: yeah, I'm with Zussman

Turner looking over: ar-are you guys rating our kisses?

Aiello: we're bored...

Sammy: weirdos....

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My take on the every group has a meme

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Random facts about some of my ocs

A/n: it's one am and I choose pain

Tw: swearing, speaking about death/dying

Salvage

Thinks he's a badass but is really a dumbass

Gets under everyone's skin

Loves soda but shouldn't drink it

Tight hugger

Throws heat like a tire fire

“I slammed my hand on a knife„

Should be put on a leash

Is truly on his own side

Has tattoos, one on his arm that's the classic line of barbed wire and one on his forearm for his mother

Luke

The smart brother

Wants Peck happy and healthy

Has an Aether Crystal lodged in his thigh

Actually fucking dying

Is getting weaker as time progresses

Always cold

Has the "He's dying throw him in a cell" jail card

Tired, because the crystal is slowly taking his energy

Tattoos, One on his back being the tree of life and one on his pointer finger of a cross

Lear

Hates Halloween

“Im too old for this„

Dies during the bunker escape, was taken back to the safehouse to die

Tired bitch face energy

Lanky tol man

Believes someone up in heaven hates him

Has no feeling in his chest do to the burn damaged

The middle name his mom gave him gli eroi non muoiono mai means heroes never die in Italian

Tattoo, cherry blossoms on his shoulder blade with five open blooms

Alexander Hartfield

Bell, Tinker Bell, Bell ringer, Bell boy

A ginger who loves his hair

Dies due to Adler

Doesn't really know when to talk when the others are fightng

“This five percent doing the mission and ninety-five percent of me getting hurt„

Hugs people when he's scared

Loves going on food runs

Falls asleep in the strangest of places

Tattoos, a dove on his rib cage with the date of his mother's death, a snake on wrapped around the top half of his right arm and a heart on his middle finger

Sammy Pierson

Has gotten his finger stuck in canten

Aieoll is a good friend, his most trusted friend after Turner's passing

Doesn't really get angry but if Stiles is being mean all bets are off

Yanks on Turner's belt loop when he needs something

“There is this pain in my chest„ “That's a panic attack Sammy”

Was late for basic training

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Mail

Tw: swearing, fighting, blood

Description: MAIL CALL, Sammy's least favourite thing to do and on this adventure he earns some very interesting things

Sammy had gotten the mail and was already handing it out, the short dirty blonde has slept in a few days but recently that has become normal after an accident Sammy has been having horrifying nightmares. "Hey, Aiello...you mama and sister sent some letters" Sammy hands the letters over as he yawns softly "Thanks, hey try and get some sleep later..." Aiello took the letters and threw something into Sammy's bag then took a seat on his helmet and started to read the letters "Yeah, I'll try...have you seen Daniels and Zussman?" He mumbles looking through his bag "Yeah uh over there by the broke down jeep" Aiello mumbles, Sammy took his leave going to find the other two. He was focused on finding the letters he bumped into Zussman. Zussman chuckles softly "My favourite Sargent "

"Sorry, I got letters for you and Daniels" Sammy looks up and then back into his bag "One from you lady Private, and Zussman a letter from a soldier pen pal project" he hands the letters to the respective owner "You do you have to see next?" Daniels asks opening his letter "Stiles" Sammy answers, he didn't want to see Stiles today, shit he didn't want to see Stiles any day. "Saw him by the trees" Zussman replies smiling "Thanks" "Hey Sammy" "Yeah? What Daniels?" "It wasn't your fault, we all make mistakes" "Thanks...." Sammy heads to Stiles, not wanting a fight he was too tired and too self-loathing "Hello, Mutt" Stiles chuckles and smirks "Got my mail" he shoves Sammy and then Sammy shoves Stiles back "Okay mutt you want to play we can play" Stiles tackles Sammy into the dirt and started wailing on him "Stiles!" Sammy tried to block the punches but to no avail and with one more good punch Stiles broke Sammy's nose then looks through the bag taking his mail and left Sammy in the dirt. Sammy groans softly closing his eyes resting for a few minutes before going to Pierson. He walks into his brother's tent "Here mom sent you a letter" Sammy was a mess but he quickly shoved the letter into Pierson's face and left before his brother could ask any questions about his busted nose. Sammy quickly moves to Turner's tent and just broke down crying everything that had happened the last couple of days he just needed to cry. Turner put his pen down and went to Sammy's side almost instantly "Hey, hey tell me what's going on angel face" Turner says softly clean up the blood from Sammy's nose "It, It's just all this fucking shit is happening right now. Everything has been going so wrong, I shot one of our own, I-I recked a jeep and I lost our grenades" Sammy hiccups as Turner wipes the tears away "Hey no, I won't have any of that. You shot one of our when there was a smoke grenade going, besides he accepted the apology and lived, not holding anything against you" Turner reminds Sammy "But the jeep?" "The jeep? You saved your brother's life. Did you burn out the belts? Yes, did no one get left behind? We left with all our men Sargent...now you tell me what's more important a full team or a jeep?" Turner smiles gently putting his hand on Sammy's cheek "A full team, but what about our grenades? Davis will have my stripes" Sammy pulls his knees to his chest. Turner sighs pulling Sammy into his lap "Angel face..." He sighs again holding Sammy close to his chest "Listen, Davis, isn't going to take y- wait who broke your nose?" Turner had forgotten to ask what happened "I got into a small fight with Stiles" Sammy mumbles resting his head against Turner's chest closing his eyes "I'll have to talk to him" "Later, later...I'm going to sleep right here" Sammy yawns softly "Okay but at least sleep in the, and your already asleep...well Angel face... I'll always be here...your my person" Turner's tone was hushed his fear of being outed kept him quietly as he gently played with Sammy's hair. "I'll keep you safe and secure...and help you have no fear..."

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Drowning

One-shot, taking place during the Normandy invasion

Tw: swearing, almost drowning, guns, blood

Sammy was praying as the small boats headed for the beach he hadn't prayed in a long "If you spent more time praying maybe you'd do better" Pierson rolls his eyes at his little brother "You need all the help you can get" Aiello laughs softly watching Sammy for a few more seconds. Sammy didn't know why he was praying but he felt like he really needed to. Sammy was the guy in basic training who knew when training was and would give the guys a heads up. Snapping Sammy out of his praying was their boat almost being hit.

"Heads down! Go out the sides" Turner shouts as bullets, shells and a manner of other things started to fly by them. Sammy stuffed his cross under his shirt stumbling off the side falling into the water. All sound was muffled all was dark and Sammy tried to swimming up but was stuck somehow he managed to get his bag hooked under the boat. He was struggling right off the back panicking but soon realized he needed to calm down before he died right there. Trying to open his eyes as soon as the water touched them it stung he wasn't sure why they stung but he knew that meant there must have been an irritant in the water. Continuing to struggle, he blindly pulled out his knife he swiped at his bag cutting his hand he gasps and started to choke on water but soon feeling a set of hands on his and they took knife away cut him free and pushed him up onto land.

Sammy started gasping for air as water starts coming out. "Calm down, hey hey relax the more you freak out the harder it will be to breathe," Turner says softly ducking next to Sammy rubbing his back then rips part of his sleeve off wrapping it around Sammy's hand. Sammy shot water out of his nose "Let me know when your ready to advance" Turner watches Sammy making sure he's ok, last thing he need was his best soldier wasn't dying "thanks for not letting me drowned" Sammy croaks "Ok let's get moving" he took off and then realized there was no cover he started to panic. One thing Sammy forgot for a spilt second was this was real war not a training thing. "I...I" Sammy looks around taking shelter behind the metal X. "I! Uh" his head was on a swivel surveying the area around him, he could see Aieoll from where he was but no-one else. He felt hands on his back he looked behind him to see Turner "You scared the shit out of me" He murmured as he was looking for the next place to go "Sammy, take a second you almost drowned" Turner whispered calmly and rubs his back he knew Sammy was panicking and wasn't taking his time to think "Take a moment, that's an order" Turner took point running ahead of Sammy, who took a few deep breaths and thought to himself “Yeah I'm no good dead„ he pulled himself together and yanked a rife off the field his brain was speeding up he started to panic but took a calming breath. "Captain, start heading up, but only if you can" Turner yelled to Sammy who obliges to move up "Daniels and Zussman are figuring out how to take care of that machine gun" Turner points over to them working "Right, right ok. What about me?" Sammy wanted to know if he had to climb this hill or stay back "oh you're going up this hill" Turner chuckles softly and then stops seeing the fear in Sammy's eyes he taps their helmets together "Sammy, I've stuck with you so far and I'll still be behind you with this, I promise" Turner was so calm it gave Sammy hope, hope that he wasn't going to die. Sammy started climbing up the hill his shirt getting caked in mud and blood. Sammy looked back seeing Turner following, he reached without looking and felt a sudden sharp pain in his hand he was hooked. "Oh no..." Was all he could say "What's wrong?" Turner moves faster stopping a few inches from him "I think I just grabbed barbed wire" Sammy answers as his body shook Turner pulls himself up examining the problem "Yeah, you grabbed it alright. Just stay still I'll get you off" Turner's hands carefully took Sammy's arm with one and other slowly worked on getting Sammy's hand off the spike of wire this took longer then Turner thought but he got his baby's hand unstuck. "Just breathe, it'll be okay" probably but Turner knew not to add the probably part.

Sammy was ready to get shot and sent home but his love for Turner out weight his want to go home. This was day Sammy made a vow to protect Turner with his life. Turner was confused why Sammy was staring at him for so long but took it as adoration knowing he'd be stuck with this little man for the rest of his life and he was okay with that.

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My rowdy boyfriend

Tw: swearing, smoking, blood, fighting

“I'll always love you, now stop fighting„

Sammy was tired as he leans against Aiello, who was just as tired they had just finished their patrol "I'd push you off but....I'm exhausted" Aiello mumbles letting a hellishly long yawn out as Sammy lights a cigarette taking longer then he remembers "Look patrol was longgggg and boringgggg" Sammy groans the last thing he wanted was doing more work he could use a nap other soldiers were dropping like flies just sleeping wherever they could "Captain Pierson" Turner walks over as Sammy slowly stood up straight blowing smoke out of his nose. "Come with me" Turner waves him starting to walk "If I die, he did it" He jokes tiredly following the other male "What's up?" He itches his wrist taking note he and Turner were pretty far from the camp "I missed you...I feel badly about shoving you away earlier" Turner hums smiling "Missed me? I missed you a lot" He chuckles putting his cigarette out then wrapping his arms around Turner's waist he started fighting his sleep "Yeahhhhhh" Turner looks at Sammy with kind eyes looking him over making sure he wasn't hurt "Also do me a favor and not fight Stiles again, I'd have to make you Sargent'' he kisses Sammy's forehead gently "You know I can't do that. He calls me Mutt" Sammy mumbles softly as he actually fell asleep "I know..." Turner sighs

The next morning Sammy woke up in the back of a jeep they had move the campsite "I wanna die" he groans falling out of the jeep laying in the dirt still tired "Captain Pierson" "And there's the murderer" He got pulled up by Drew "Stiles...let go" he growls he was now standing up still covered in dirt and he fixes his messager bag but then throwing his bag into the back of the jeep with his helmet "I'm up to here with your bullshit, you fucking dick!" He snarles "Well I'm done with your fucking shit Mutt!" Stiles hisses in response along with a right to Sammy's jaw "You asked it now" Sammy threw himself at Stiles as they started to a group of soldiers surrounded then and were placing bets. "50 bucks on Sammy!" "20 on Drew" "10 on Sam!" This kept up for about a half hour punches flying back and forth screaming cuss words at each other. Sammy felt arms around his waist "Stop fighting me" it was Turner but Sammy was just so pissed off he kept flailing "You guys check on Drew...I got this" Turner orders taking the flailing creature that is Sammy Pierson into his tent "Okay you need to settle down" Turner scolded putting his small boyfriend into a chair "He called me a Mutt, he hit me first!" Sammy knew he was on Turner's bad side which doesn't happen a lot "I don't care you need to be the bigger person and walk away" Turner pissed off is cute in Sammy's opinion and it was very hard for him to take him seriously. "I'll always love you, now st-" Turner was cut off by Sammy kissing him "This doesn't make up for the fighting but it helps. No promise me you won't get in a fight for two weeks" Turner smiles "You have to understand I won't start a fight but I'll end it and I also promise"

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Sammy: trust me

Aieoll: with my life

Turner: with my heart

Pierson: with nothing

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Sammy, the very bad no good day

This bitch is longer then I thought

Tw: cussing, smoking, blood, gore,

Sammy had taken Aiello, Stiles and Zussman on a small mission wasn't supposed to be that bad and honestly it wasn't at first. "Sir, I know, Ssssss" Sammy held his s for a while sounding like a deflating balloon as he listens to Turner tell him what to do "Ok, ok, ok, We'll do a run back" he hung up "Fuck, Aiello come here" he sighs softly as Aiello made his way over "Sir?" Aiello asks softly and fixes his helmet "We gotta go backwards and regroup with the platoon" Sammy shakes his head as he lights a cigarette disappointed in himself, he was wondering why he trusted himself with the others and with leading. "I was dumb thinkin I could lead" he mumbles softly rubbing his face tired and annoyed "Hey, being leader means you lead us through the easy ones and the hard ones" Aiello spoke quietly as they started to get shot at again "Guys, Guys, listen, we're going back the way we came, Stiles, Zussman you'll head back first we'll cover you and then we'll be behind you" Sammy explains quickly putting his cigarette out and picking his gun up "GO!" He shouts turning and firing in the Germans as did Aiello. "We'll let em go for twelve minutes then we need to get the fuck out of here" Sammy spoke with some boom in his voice a sense of authority that hadn't been heard from him before. "Got it" Aiello response as he fires fast, Sammy turned to see how far the other two got and then when back to shooting "nine" he mutters reloading he took aim and his gun jammed up and he struggled with his gun a panic falling on him as he tried to unjam his gun getting pissed "FRANK! Keep firing that's an-" Sammy's voice stopped as his gun fell infront of him and he fell backwards "Ow! Fuck" he groans softly putting pressure on his on his abdomen "Aiello, we gotta go" He pulled himself to his feet and tried to ignore the pain in his abdomen. "Yes Sir" Aiello threw a few grenades as they made their escape.

Running through the woods with every step the pain in Sammy's abdomen pain got worst and worst, he was in tears he had never felt something this bad, it took him back to the time he fell out of a tree as a kid and how Pierson carried him home and told him everything thing was going to be ok. Aiello caught up with him fast and got a head of him quickly. Sammy and Aiello made it back to the platoon, tired and out of breath. Turner ran over "Sammy, SAM!" he watched Sammy fall to the ground "Get me a medic!" He calls out kneeling down and putting his hands on Sammy's wound "Sammy, hey hey, talk to me, open your eyes, look at me with that dumbass face" Turner mumbles "GET ME A FUCKING MEDIC!!" he shouts as he felt a hand on his face "Welcome back, just stay still stay still" he warns Sammy "I feel...I feel like I got gut punched" Sammy mumbles softly as a medic came running up and started working on Sammy's wound. "Sammy was injured, we were surrounded right, left, and center. Sammy asked Turner and that's what order he gave him" Stiles was explaining to Pierson as they headed to Sammy, who now was being loaded in a jeep with Turner. Pierson hopped into the jeep "S...Sammy" his voice cracked for once showing emotions he put his on on Sammy's head and started to cry "Oh, S..Sammy, I should have gone. It should have been me. I shouldn't have pushed you to go" Pierson whispers scared to lose his baby brother "Will....your...my brother and....I love you but can it... I'll be ok" Sammy mumbles groaning in pain as he started to wheeze a bit and closed his eyes "Hey, no no don't you fucking do that no right now" Pierson warns Sammy and tried to open his eyes "If you don't open your eyes I'll make you a Major" Turner growls and Sammy's eyes popped right open. "Don't fuckin....do that" Sammy groans shaking his head "I'm staying a captain..." He mumbles feeling himself being lifted up and being carried away from Pierson and Turner. "Joseph!" He called out and Turner jogged over "I'm right here, I'm right here soldier" Turner says realizing that they were starting to get weird looks they've been through this before Sammy took a bracelet that was on his wrist off hands it to Turner "Send this to my life" Sammy groans softly being taken away "Yeah" Turner put the bracelet in his pocket and went stone faced back to the jeep.

Days passed turning into weeks and soon a month had passed Turner was wearing the bracelet Sammy had handed to him. "So is everyone just sulking around because I was wounded" Sammy appeared out of nowhere but then the guys swarmed around him talking up a storm. Aiello was glad to just see Sammy alive "How's the wound" Zussman asks kinda nervous "It's ok, I went AWOL for you guys so you better appreciate me" Sammy chuckles holding his side a little "Aw the platoon dad is back thank God" Daniels claps so happy they'll have some comfort back. "Have hoot later buddy" Sammy was noticing Turner not noticing he was walking over "Well sir, I said send it to my life and well hell you got what I meant" Sammy spooked Turner "Holy shit" Turner could care less at this point and hugged Sammy gently "What your AWOL?" Turner lets go of Sammy and turns stone faced again "Uhhhh...Yeah...but uh you still love me right?" Sammy asks with a nervous smile was this the moment he was scared of. "I'll write up a uh, thing so you won't have to go back" Turner smiles softly "I'll do more of your paperwork and clean up"

“I'm glad your okay„

“Thanks that means alot„